Reformed Sinner or Expecting the unexpected

Rating:(this Chapter) R

Pairings: Victor Creed/Hank McCoy/Kurt Wagner/Logan

Feedback: Most heartily welcomed, good or bad.

Author Notes: For Denday because she's wonderful

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of these characters, they belong to marvel and I do not profit from this...unfortunatly

A/N : -
Thanks, balloons, cookies, m&m's and hugs to Danae Sun for all of her amazing help(this doesn't mean I like you or anything! ;) ) and all the help in between ;)

Chapter one

Victor Creed looked up at the brass plate screwed to the wall and blew away the perpetual drip of rainwater from the end of his nose. Thunder errupted overhead as he gave a long, heartfelt sigh

"Only this left..." He growled, leaning heavily against the wall as fatigue started to creep up on him. Betrayed and beaten by the people he had once called allies, the once renowned assasin had fled his former hideout. With nowhere to go Creed had survived thanks to the three morals he'd always lived by - beg, borrow or steal. He'd stolen food and money, he'd borrowed peoples houses - breaking in to use some elses shower, fresh clothes if he could find them and watch the news to check if anyone was following him...no one ever was. And now...now it was time to beg. Creed sighed again, raising tired eyes to look up at the vast mansion that loomed darkly behind the gates,

Yeah - Creed mused absently, looking for hand holds in the wall - pride's a bitch.

~*~

Kurt ran through the halls of Xaviers Institute for the gifted, teleporting when the corridors were clear enough and trying not to laugh when the thunder rattled the windows - he needed the breath for running. He rounded the corner and groaned inwardly at the sight of a flood of students,

"Out of zer vay! Out of zer *vay*!" He yelled, the students parting rapidly at the sight of the blue, demon like teacher barreling towards them. Kurt grinned, glancing over his shoulder and - "oof!" Nightcrawler fell back, bouncing on his backside before looking up. Figured. Running into Logan was always like running into a brick wall. Wolverine watched, one eyebrow raised as Kurt sprang upright, grabbing hold of logans shirt in both fists, "hide me!" They both looked up as it started to rain...inside. Thick grey clouds started to swirl around the wooden panels overhead, a thunderous voice boomed down the corridor,

"WAGNER!" Kurt let out a startled yell as he was dragged into the nearest empty classroom,

"Alright, what did ya do?" Logan snarled, almost tiredly. Kurt smiled confidently, making a flippent gesture with one hand,

"Just a little joke zat vas taken zer wrong vay" His grin faultered a little as Logan raised an eyebrow,

"I know when you're lieing, elf...your lips move" He murmured suspiciously. Kurt placed a hand over his chest in mock offence,

"Vhy Logan-" He was cut off as the door slammed open,

"You teutonic fuzz brained twit!" Ororo yelled, half walking, half flying forward, "look what you've done to my hair!" Logan looked...and was hard pressed not to laugh. Kurt was giggling nervously behind him,

"Vhat? Blue is a very sexy colour. Ask anyvone -" Nightcrawler teleported before the lightening struck,

"Ro-" Logan reached out to her,

"Not one word, Wolverine" Storm raised a rigid finger, takking another crackling shot at Kurt. Logans sigh trembled a little as he tried to keep the laughter at bay,

"Y'can't just fry the guy just because he-"

"Switched my shampoo for hair dye? Wanna bet?" She narrowed her eyes, trying to figure out where Kurt would teleport too next,

"I don't know vhy -" Bampf " - you're getting -" Bampf " - so vorked up -" Bampf "-about it" Ororo's hand shot out, catching Kurts collar and dragging him forward until their noses were pressed together,

"Because nin-com-poop, you've *dyed* *my* HAIR" The thunder screamed along with Ororo, "tell me why I shouldn't kill you, Wagner?" Kurt grinned nervously into the white eyes that currently filled his vision,

"Because Sabretooth is valking up zer driev and it vill take all three of us to bring him down?" He said hopefully,

"Nice try, bratwurst breath" Ororos fist was caught by the Wovlerine,

"Kull him later, Ro, he's right" Logan started to growl, the little hairs on the back of his neck rising as he glared out the window at the shadowy but recognisable figure staggering up the drive, "we've got to bring Creed down"

...


The mansion was blurring in and out of focus. Creed growled at himself in frustration, shaking himself in an attempt to get rid of the tremours running through his frame. He was so tired that he almost missed the soft 'bampf' somewhere behind him, he only turned at the faint, acidic smell of brimstone. A silhouetted figure crouched low in the branches of a tree nearby. Glowing amber rich eyes were trained on him, white teeth flashed with the lightening,

"Hallo" Kurt leant forward, out of the shadows of the tree, the darkness fleeing his face,

"About time" Creed snarled and promptly collapsed. Kuty froze in suprise, blinking away the raindrops that had collected on the ends of his lashes. He remained where he was, eyes narrowed as he tried to figure out if this was a trap but then...Sabretooth didn't seem to be breathing. The blue man teleported down, creeping closer slowly, low to the ground. Gravel bit into the tender skin on his palms but Kurt paid no heed, his entire being concentrated on the dangerous man...one move and Creed could snap his neck. He leaned carefully over the prone figure, holding his breath...yes...Creed *was* breathing, only just...Kurt could make out the little whisps of white cloud as Creeds warm breath made contact with the cold air. Kurt frowned a little, watching the rain trickle over the assasins face. In sleep Creeds features had *changed*. The german man reached out with a three fingered hand to brush aside a lock of once gold, blood matted hair. The assasin looked...calm, peaceful, *vulnerable*...Kurts frown deepened as he realised that Creed was actually quite handsome when -

"Did *you* do that?" Logan asked as he and Ororo ran over, his tone halfway between impressed and disbelief,

"Erm -"

"He's barely breathing and his heartbeat's practically none existant. Kurt -" Ororo looked up from where she had crouched beside the assasin, " - can you get him inside the medi lab?" Kurt looked up, gauging the distance from tehre to the mansion before looking down at teh unconsious figure sprawled on the gravel at his feet,

"Wait, you wanna bring *that* into the mansion?" Logan asked, disbelief and anger tempering his voice. Storms eyes flashed angrily as she looked up at him, streaks of blue dye running down her face as the rain saturated her hair,

"This man is *dieing*, Logan" She said sharply, "he's in no position to cause trouble" Wolverine snorted, lighting a cigar,

"Yeah, right" He growled, turning his back as Ororo shot him a poisonous look,

"Kurt, can you -"

"Ja. I can" Nightcrawler nodded, wondering just *who* he was trying to impress as he fisted his hands in Creeds rough - though shockingly, heavenly warm despite the icy rain - cape. Ororo's smile warmed up a few degrees before he let the world shift and fade into ((perfect darkness for a fraction of a second, as comforting as the womb and just enough time to hurridly whisper "oh please not inside a vall" and ))

"Stars and Garters, Kurt! Could you give me some *warning* before you do that!?" Henry McCoy PhD gasped, one hand over his heart and his glasses askew as he looked over at the blue elf-like teacher and what looked like a sodden mound of wet fur,

"Ororo said he's dieing" Kurt said with a totally straight expression, knowing that now was not the time to play around. He helped the doctor lift Creed onto one of the empty hospital bed,

"I never expected to see *him* here" Hank murmured under his breath, rapidly undoing the cape and the buttons of the assasins sopping wet shirt, "drag that machine over, Kurt" He instructed. Kurt did as he was told, wheeling the heavy looking machine over and watching as the Doctor stuck little disks of plastic to Creeds chest. Kurt watched as Creeds heartbeat, frighteningly slow, appeared on the blank screen as a mountainous green line at intervals. He turned to see Hank carefully, delicatly place a cannula into Creeds arm and couldn't stop a small smile - Kurt knew for a fact that the gentle doctor had been called many things in his lifetime, monster, brute...beast...anyone stupid enough to call the blue skinned doctor such cruel words would only have to watch him at his work to know that their words were spurious. Such massively powerful hands, hands - Kurt knew - that could easily crush bones to powder, could practice the most precise brain surgery without a single mistake, those eyes - described as predatorial - could be so kind, so patient and gentle - "Kurt? Kurt!" Kurt blinked. Hank was standing before him with his hand out stretched,

"Ja?"

"The needle on your right?" The Doctor said, impatience mixing with laughter as Kurt hastily picked up the needle, carefully pressing it to Hanks palm,

"Penny for your thoughts my friend?" He murmured, carefully injecting the fluid into the cannula. For a reason he couldn't quite understand Kurt blushed brightly, staring fixedly at the electrocardiogram,

"Is he...going to be ok?"

"You mean am I going to let one of our most hated enemies die of...pnuemonia and quite possibly hypothermia..." Hank frowned, checking the assasins vital signs with quick clever hand, "and...quite a few other nasty viral diseases" The Doctor shook his head in disbelief, brushing Creeds wet hair away from his face, "what *have* you done to -" Both Hank and Kurt started as Creeds hand shot out, grabbing hold of the Doctors wrist, "Let me go, Victor" Hank said calmly, gold eyes - the black slit dancing wider and thinner as Creed tried to focus - swivelled to look at him, "let me go" Hank repeated, his voice softer. Kurt released a breath he hadn't realised he was holding as Creeds grip slowly lessened before the assasin sank back against the bed, his eyes closing again. Hank and Kurt exchanged a glance, the doctor opened his mouth but the Nightcrawler had already guessed what he was going to say,

"I'll fetch zer proffesor" He sighed tiredly,

"Kurt?" Hank called as he was halfway across the room,

"Hmm?"

"Well done. That teleportation was a fine mix of good luck and good sense" Kurt valiantly fought off a grin at the sudden surge of warm feeling from his chest...his heart skipped a beat,

"Oh shut up" He snapped at it, all but fleeing the room.

~*~


A/N - bratwurst breath was something that my best friend called my lover (who's german ^^)...bratwurst is a kind of sausage I think...for some reason the idea of calling someone sausage breath makes me giggle. Ororo's funny when shes angry.