United

Disclaimer: And again...sadly enough as it is...they are not mine...

Authors Note: Even if it may seem like that...I actually don’t agree with Victor’s logic most of the time! So if you find any faults, they aren’t mine, but Victor’s for it seems as if he can’t think rationally... at least not when aliens and humans are concerned...

THANKS!!! I couldn't have done the part about Kurt without you Kitty!


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He’d known it all along. Had always known if not all then certainly most of the facts, but he’d never told. Why? He wasn’t so sure himself, but he’d kept his mouth shut for whatever reason there’d been to do so. Now though it seemed, as if it didn’t matter anymore. Tonight he would tell. Maybe he would not tell him all that he knew, but he’d tell him the obvious and answer his most pressing questions. He wouldn’t worry about tonight’s consequences. Not now, anyway. First he’d go through with what he’d set his mind to do, afterwards he might feel the wish to rethink his actions. Right now he couldn’t let his thoughts linger on what the future may or may not hold, but focus on what he felt he needed to do. For nobody else beside him could do it anymore. They were all dead. Time had taken them all away, leaving two mourning souls behind, one lost, the other ignorant to the pain buried deep inside.
Yes he needed to enlighten the shorter man. He chuckled to himself, seeing said man standing before him, just twenty feet away, brooding with his arms crossed lazily in front of his chest. So ignorant to the rest of the world and his own past, the life he’d led, the relationships he’d had, the friendship they shared...nearly unimaginable to the random mortal, but true in a way nothing had been for the past twenty years. Tonight was the night the Wolverine would learn about some things, because Victor intended to give him a few glimpses into his past, hopefully it would help him...if it didn’t drive him insane first, but he refused to worry for Logan’s sanity. The man had already endured and survived enough pain and torture to go insane, yet he hadn’t lost it...yet...or at least...as far as Victor knew. Considering they didn’t really talk all that much on the battlefield he could be sorely mistaken, but he’d handle that problem should the issue arise, if not, he had nothing to worry about anyway, it was that simple. Everything was that simple, if one just stopped long enough with living his life to realize that tiny fact, one could save oneself from a lot of heartache...and headaches! The headaches humans had because they worried themselves with decisions they didn’t even need to make! Aspirin surely wouldn’t be a valuable currency...but in some places it still was, so humans had obviously set themselves to the task to overtax their own minds with too many, unrequired worries. What a pitty, because some of them could actually use their intellect wisely enough. So the others were setting a poor example for these ones. If an alien ever got one of the really valuable minds on this mud ball into custody...they were screwed...and if not...they were doomed anyway. Really! What difference did it make? None and that’s exactly why Victor refused to worry about insignificant things.


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He’d made it as far as to the forest nearby before he stopped, sure that Beast hadn’t followed him. Relaxing somewhat because he’d managed to avoid his X-check-up once again...even if just for a little while, but he’d enjoy the time he’d managed to buy himself with his short-notice-escape.
Suddenly halting in his tracks, his entire frame stiff, he pulled a lung full of air in through his nose and growled. Sabretooth was on the property. Just the right thing to get himself distracted from worrying over his impending doom, that damned check-up...and who knew? He might even enjoy the fun, the thrill of the fight, while it lasted. And besides, it wasn’t as if he could truly hurt his enemy, now could he? It was just the perfect opportunity!
Moving through the underbrush, like the dangerous and soundless hunter he could be, he came steadily closer to his target. A monstrous, mirthless roar of laughter froze him in midstep. He had to be closer than he’d expected to be. Prying through the thick wall of leaves obscuring his view he could make out the unmoving form of his opponent in the middle of a clearing. His long time enemy seemed to be even more crazy than usual, not that it mattered, for all the Wolverine wanted right now was to set free the mindless animal inside and let it have it’s way with him. He needed to totally cut loose once in a while otherwise, he knew, he’d blow up at the most inappropriate times, because of nothing in particular and scare the students half to death. Like he’d done to Kurt and Kitty a few months ago... An experience he truly didn’t want to repeat with another student. He’d never been that close to hurt one of them, maybe even kill them, intending to do so. It had been so hard to overrule the chip and protect the kids from his wild side...he nearly hadn’t succeeded, but something had given him strength. Up until today he still had no idea as to what it had been that gave him the strength of mind, but he was glad he’d managed it the second he did...just a little later and Kitty would’ve been history already...
So, stepping out of his hiding place he let his other half take over, falling back into a feral mind-set that had served him well the past years, but had had to be abandoned for the sake of the mansions safety. Crossing his arms in front of his chest he studied his opponent with a mock-disinterested scowl on his face. His whole body language screaming confidence...a confidence deep down inside, he wasn’t even sure he was really feeling in as great a volume as his pose may suggest.


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“HEUREKA!!! That’s it!”, the last two words were followed by a resounding boom and a thick cloud of black smoke dancing happily around the lab.
“...or not...”, the blue scientist added, to his earlier statement a few seconds ago, in a disheartened tone of voice.
“Got a problem?”, the cheery voice of Bobby Drake called through the door, tracked by it’s owner, into the room. Upon the sight of Bobby’s now customary apology gift of a family pack of Twinkies, which he always presented to Hank after he’d tried to run away from his X-Check-up, his mood should’ve brightened, but it didn’t, which was strange and worried him even more.
“Forgiveness?”, he asked in an uncharacteristically low and shy voice, snatching a gaze at Hank through his wild bangs.
“Of course.”, he sighed, gratefully accepting the Twinkies. Offering them first to Bobby and then taking one for himself they munched the whole case.
“That depressed?”, Bobby asked, sounding a little bit concerned for his big friend, who was currently searching the carton for another Twinkie. A hopeless task Bobby had to admit, for Hank had already eaten the last one. Realizing the uselessness of his still on going search a minute later, he finally threw the empty box into the trash.
“Worse.”, he admitted after striding over to the dust covered workbench on which he’d tried to fuse two fluids together and successfully solidifying them afterwards. Instead he’d discovered that the solid form was obviously highly explosive, which meant that it wasn’t fit for human medicamentation for at least as long as the human wanted to survive the process.


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Finally admitting to himself that today couldn’t have been a dream, because if it had been a dream the dreaded X-Check-up would have to happen again and he wouldn’t allow that...not for the next six months at least.
Lying on his bed, reclining into his pillow, his hands crossed behind his head, his feet crossed at his ankles and his tail tapping the cover restlessly, he contemplated to get up. His nose still wasn’t better, if anything it was hurting even more than before. He refused to admit it to himself but deep down he knew that he could make the pain go away. He just needed to go down and ask Hank for a tiny little dose of a harmless pain killer that would dull the ache in his nose and let him sleep for the rest of the night. It was already late at night, probably around midnight, but he was sure that Hank was still up, doing experiments, blood tests and what not.
He gave in to himself with a deep sigh and climbed off of his comfortable bed to leave his room and go down to the med lab. But first, he decided, he’d stopp by the kitchen and snatch some Twinkies from above the refrigerator to appease Hank for the late-night-disturbance. His mind made up he trudged down the corridor that lead to his room and down the stairs to the basement. Wondering around the halls he ambled towards the kitchen, taking as much time as possible with as many detours he could find to buy himself more time. ‘That’s it.’, he told himself that the inevitable was right behind the next corner. Rounding said corner he could make out a faint glow at the end of the corridor. ‘Another late-night-snack-snatcher?’, he mused to himself and carefully made his way to the slightly ajar kitchen door. The unmistakeable sounds of someone cramming things around reached his pointed ears and so he continued to listened to gather more informations. The persons breath wasn’t hurried, but normal and at ease, so it couldn’t be a fellow student of his or if it was, he or she was sure that nobody else would be up at this time of the night.

“Knock! Knock!”, he jubilated in midair, after teleporting into the kitchen and holding onto the ceiling light to dangle head over heels over the table.