By Bobbi Todd
The X-Men are the property of Marvel Comics and are used here without their
permission.
Rated NC-17 for graphic sexual content, both consensual and non-consensual, as
well as for violence and offensive language. If you are under the legal age for
this sort of thing, then GET OUT!
This is the end. Hope you enjoyed the ride!
Four Years Later
Creed pulled up outside the Xavier Estate's gate and parked the car. He got out
and walked around to the passenger side, opened the door, and offered Anna his
hand.
"Victor, why don't we just drive up to the house?"
"Angel, their security makes ours look like a kid's toy. I might risk it, but I
ain't takin' you in there uninvited. Welcomin' committee'll be out soon enough."
He opened the back door and leaned in.
"Well, look who's awake. Hello, Erica, how's my big girl? Come to Papa, kitten.
That's my girl." He lifted the sleepy child out of the car seat and out of the
car. She rubbed her eyes then grabbed a handful of her father's hair.
"Wide!" she demanded. Anna smiled as Victor swung their daughter up to his
shoulders, the toddler squealing and giggling.
Logan, investigating the alert from the gate sensors, watched Creed play with
the little girl with something close to astonishment. He was also relieved to
find that, though he could sense her clearly, Anna's scent aroused none of the
insatiable lust he'd come to associate with being near her. He grinned. He
thought he'd ... forget to tell One-Eye about that. Just to see how fast he
scrammed. He stepped forward into the open.
"Creed. Anna. Who's the munchkin?"
"Well, well, well, if it isn't ..." Creed paused glancing up at his tiny
daughter, then over at Anna, who was studiously ignoring him. "My old ... friend
Logan. Erica, this is Logan. Can you say 'hello'?"
"He'wo," the little girl said around her thumb. The she popped the digit out of
her mouth and leaned forward so far that if her father hadn't kept a careful
grip on her little legs, she would have tumbled from his shoulders. And it was a
long way to the ground. "You sme'o good. Wike my daddy." Logan arched an eyebrow
at the tiny girl.
"You smell pretty good, too, darlin'." He met Creed's eyes.
"That's why we're here. We need ta get her checked out before ... any problems
start."
"Right. Let me get the gate." He opened the gate while the little family got
back in the car. After they had driven through, he closed the gate, then entered
the gatehouse to call the mansion and notify them of their arrival.
"Well, I can certainly understand your concern, Anna, Victor, but you can be at
ease. While Erica is a mutant," the child in question was stroking Henry's arm
in wonder. "She is not an Alpha Prime. She shouldn't have the same type of
problems you had, my dear."
"Thank goodness. When she started ... well, I was just scared to death."
"Yeah, an' we both knew we could trust you people ta check her out."
"Of course. As long as you are here, do you mind if I do a follow up study on
the two of you?" Creed started to growl, but his wife and daughter both looked
at him quietly. He sighed instead.
"Sure, what the he...heck. We're here, ain't we?"
Later, after all the tests had been run, and Creed was busy chasing his active
toddler around the living room, much to the amusement of the X-Men (without
Scott, who had fled to the boathouse at the mention of Anna's name), Henry spoke
to Anna.
"My dear, were you aware..."
"Yes, Henry."
"Does Creed know?"
"Well, I haven't told him, but he probably does. You know how sensitive his nose
is."
"Of course. Do you want to know about this child?"
"Yes. I do."
"Well, the fetus is female, and a mutant, but I find no evidence of the Alpha
Prime genes in her either."
"Good. That's what I wanted to hear. When Erica started telling her father how
good he smelled, well, it had me worried. Now I don't have to worry about either
of them. Now, we just have to wait and see what their mutations will be."
"Yes indeed. This could be very interesting."
"So, Creed, I heard you retired. What d'ya do to amuse yerself now?" Logan asked
as Creed swooped down upon the child who was 'hiding' with her face in a chair
cushion.
"I do consultin'."
"Consultin'?"
"Yeah. Companies hire me ta find the problems in their security. God, you
wouldn't believe how easy some of these places are ta get into. Then I tell 'em
what they gotta do ta fix it." He grinned as he tickled Erica and she squealed
in delight. "Sometimes I go back unannounced, just ta see if they listened.
Mostly, they don't. So I scare the he... heck out of 'em, send 'em another bill,
and then they upgrade. Like they should'a done in the first place. Make almost
as much money as I did before, too." He looked up as Anna entered the room, and
his eyes lit up with happiness. "Anna's a lot happier with my line o' work to.
Ain't ya, angel."
"Of course, my love."
"Will you be stayin' fer supper?" Logan offered.
"We'd be delighted," Anna answered for her family.
