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Creed's Firecracker	By : Polymer Category: X-men Comics > Het - Male/Female Views: 4069 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A Bus Leaving the Airport:

Summary: Missing Scene

Disclaimer: I don't own X men, Marvel Comics does! This is FANFICTION, not for profit, but for entertainment only! This applies to ALL the following chapters as well!!!

Jubilee yawned and blinked as she lifted her head from Victor's chest. He was still asleep and they were riding in that damn bus between the airport. His hand was tucked into his pocket, on the hilt of his semi automatic, while his other hand was clutching her close to his body.

Someone was looking at them, and she saw that same black man glancing at them. Not to mention another woman with slightly Indian features peering towards them. She pulled a green hood over her head, and got up to get off the bus at the next stop.

"Stupid squaw," Victor muttered as he pulled Jubilee's body close to his, trapping her against his body with a muscled arm.

"Like we've been riding around for hours�" she muttered.

"This is our stop," he said as he blinked awake, and readjusted his ray bans to hide his rather imposing countenance.

"Okay, we're in Tokyo," Jubilee mumbled as she felt him shaking her lightly. "I'm up, I'm up� sheesh� what's the game plan boss?"

"Da game plan is lose these punks and get some info," said Victor. "And ta to that ya gotta follow my lead, girly pie�"

"Lead on," she said almost sarcastically. "I'm your padawan, right?"

"Good ta see yer knowin' yer place girly," he said. He smelled her fear, and was pleased she was being smart enough to be submissive. It reminded him of Michelle, and he shook his head. Yet another part of him, his instinct told him under Jubilee's submissiveness burned anger, resentment and the will to survive. He'd read the dossier on her, how foster family had abandoned her after family.

And then that miserable excuse of a pup son of his had her kidnapped from her aunt in So Cal and dragged her out here. That's where he had tried to use her as an example at an FOH rally, and he'd run into the X men who'd rescued Jubilee.

The mall rat had spent time on the run from Graydon Creed Jr., and had some street smarts. A scrapper, and a survivor. Raw materials Victor could work with. She'd be a cub of the Sabretooth streak, just like he'd done to Michelle. That which didn't kill them made them stronger. In his own way, he had made as many proteges as Logan had, and since Logan had HIS woman, he'd take this one away before she had bloomed fully into womanhood.

"Dis frail's mine, runt," he promised himself. To mold, break and shape into whatever he wanted. Granted he didn't bang jailbait. Although he had the desire, he knew it wasn't as much of a challenge, and such actions had long ceased to amuse him. Why hunt an innocent fawn when hunting the doe fighting for its life was FAR better.

Jealousy burned in her. Against Kitty Pryde. She was the current Padawan that Logan had trained. Though Logan liked the little tagalong, he never would see her as anymore but that. A sidekick, and not even that.

Kitty was his protégé. However he'd seen how protective the blue Smurf with the tail was� Mystique's whelp.

"My step son, friggin priest," Creed spat and made a face. What a goddamn waste. No wonder Mystique wanted to drown the freak. But he still had a thing for the mutant blue shape shifter; after all they HAD been married for a number of years and partners even longer.

This girl was much like a younger Rogue. Now he DID like the southern belle, but another mistake had been made when Mystique didn't hold onto her enough. After that Carol Danvers bust, Mystique had lost her touch, and Weapon X had retained her services. She was X-8, forever in their service. Unlike Creed who made enough to buy his freedom, and crush the General's windpipe.

"Yo, Vic," she said.

"Yeah whadda ya want, pup," he mumbled.

"Like that Indian dudette is moving� she just got off the bus�"

"Figures. Da squaw doesn't have the stomach for da hunt anymore. Or else she's gone after da runt� leaving her sidekick to hunt us down�"

"Kestrel?" she asked.

"You got it, Jujube," Victor grunted grudgingly. "Now let's get off dis cracker box and get us a flop."

"Man that's OLD fogey speech� went out with the Great D�"

"Mind yer mouth, girlie," he muttered, squeezing her arm and tugging her to her feet as he grabbed their bags. Jubilee hefted hers, showing to him she could pull her own weight, and Victor grabbed her hand. Her short legs struggled to keep up as he leapt off the bus, and he grabbed her waist and half carried.

"Heywhatssabigidea�"

A whistling shriek went up, and she screamed as Victor slammed her down under his body. Jubilee gasped as she saw an explosion rock the bus, and the screams of everyone on it. From the opposite side of the street, people were leaping and running in a panic. Footsteps sounded by their heads and she choked.

"Dat coulda been us, frail," he mumbled, easing off of her. "Now lets see if they come ta pick up the pieces�"

"Oh my god� shit," Jubilee whispered. "They tried to kill us� all those people�"

"Yeah, count yer goddamn lucky stars yer with ME," he mumbled.

"Animals," she hissed as she saw the trenchcoated gun toting Silver Fox emerge, shouldering her gun. However Creed yanked Jubilee into an alleyway, and dumped their stuff into a doorway. "Mind the hardware, Jujube� an watch ol' Vic in action�"

"Oh shit what are you�"

"Shaddap and get ready to cover me� da squaw and da bird man are gonna PAY for dis�"

"But they were�" Jubilee gasped as Victor pushed a button on his remote, and her collar deactivated. He pulled out the sawed off shot gun and cracked it into position, standing between Jubilee and himself.

"Well, well, if it ain't X 2," said the guy in the cowboy hat. "I see you made it out alive�"

"No thanks to you, you motherfucker," Creed laughed. "You stupid shits are goin' soft� now either ya tell me why yer being stupid enough ta trail me, or I pump ya fulla lead�"

"Sabretooth, you're so sloppy it's pathetic. The only reason we're following your sorry ass is to keep you from fucking up the operation�"

"Oh yeah, you're in da Viper's pay, right? Da lady snake got her fangs in yer balls? How much she payin' you dis time?"

"None of your fuckin' bizzwax, you sorry turd," Fox hissed, and stepped out of the mists carrying a bazooka on her shoulder.

"So it wasn't you who offed me, was it?" he asked.

"Guess again, you miserable hairball," Fox laughed angrily. "Would I be THAT stupid? You just almost blew OUR cover wide open by grabbing that whelp, knowing full well that Viper wants her as a hostage�"

"Give her up, Creed. She's worth a lot to us�"

"Oh shit�" she gasped.

"Eat shit n' die� or get outta my way. Da frail's mine. An my business is my own. Ain't anybody telling Victor Creed what ta do anymore�" he laughed.

"Come on, do you think Weapon X is going to let you GO?" she laughed.

"Aren't you working for Viper?" Jubilee asked.

"Yes and no, whelp," Fox shook her head. "If you're smart you'll come quietly with us. You're lots more use to us alive than dead� Weapon X can make good use of you� and give you a home and a family perhaps� instead of chasing around the world with those miserable X men� and wasting your time with that loser Wolverine�"

"Eat shit," Jubilee stuck her tongue out. "You don't know me� and you can't say a WORD about the X men�"

"Shut up squaw, and butt out," Victor said as he pulled the trigger. Silver Fox dove out of the way as a mortar shell loosed off her gun, and Kestrel fired a full box into Victor's chest.

"Vic!" Jubilee screamed. She raised her hands up and a multicolored barrage sizzled and slammed into Kestril's chest, knocking him flat on his ass.

"NYYUGHHH� I'll teach ya to empty a round in my Ches� HAAHHH!" he snarled as he fired towards Silver Fox, who had slipped into the shadows and Jubilee kept her eyes on her opponent. She felt movement, and ducked as hands reached for her.

"Behind ya!" Creed yelled. She turned and paffed the blurring and a gold armored man flashed into view as Creed peppered him with his second round, and chambered the first.

Jubilee dashed, only to slam right into Silver Fox. "Kid, you stop now and let me get your butt outta this�"

"Let me go�" she cried as Silver Fox took her around the chest and yanked her behind her.

"You're messing with the big boys child� don't get mixed up in this� Weapon X can help you before it's too late� before that idiot gets you killed�"

"Please, what the HELL is going on?" Jubilee cried, fingers misting.

"Pup, drop!" Creed barked as she turned and Silver Fox saw four silver claws swipe out and she let go of Jubilee. Jubilee dropped and felt blood spatter her when a clawed hand yanked her back.

"Oh god you killed her!" Jubilee screamed.

"You son of a bitch," Fox hissed, and then crumpled, dropped from behind by an assault rifle. Kestrel and Maverick moved towards her, their guns covered, but they weren't aiming at Victor.

Creed carried jubilee under his arm. "Stupid frail� dey ain't da threat�"

"Fools, you dare try and meddle in MY affairs?" hissed someone in Japanese. Jubilee gaped when she noticed that all at once they were swarmed with street clothed people, firing weapons on the trio. Jubilee saw movement out of the corner of her eye and raised her hand to paff to Victor's left.

"Nice shot, jujube," he muttered. He slashed someone whirling towards them with a pair of nunchukas. Maverick's gunfire tore into the first round of punkboys, while Kestrel tended to Fox. "I'm all right," she grunted, holding her stomach.

"She's alive," Jubilee breathed.

"Of course, she's got a healin' factor too, now shuddup and cover me!" Victor snarled as he held Jubilee by the waist.

Through the haze Jubilee saw the source of the angry voice. Gleaming blades whirled like an engine of death� their owner slashing within inches of Maverick, Kestrel and silver Fox. She glanced back to see Maverick's armor crackle with power, and sparks flying off when the claws connected. More like talons, because their owner, a tall slender shape was sweeping at him with glistening arcs.

"Who is THAT?"

"Deathstrike, girly," Creed mumbled, backing up with her towards where their belongings are. "Fox n' company just fucked up� guess dey thought they were tryin' ta get to US before she did�"

"Is that hydra?" she asked, when she glanced at those that ran after them.

Turning, Creed fired a round with his shotgun, pushing Jubilee before him. She yelped, letting off a round of pyro to ward off two more punkboys swinging katanas at them. They rushed off from the main fray, concealed from their erstwhile captors by the new arrivals into a side street.

The three Weapon X operatives closed ranks with Fox between them. Raising their weapons they fought the new threat. When they had dropped the assassins, Deathstrike leapt upon them, claws hissing from her cybernetic arms.

"You've got no argument with us!" Maverick shouted, blocking the razor sharp adamantium talons with his gun. It fell into two pieces in his hands.

"Your death will either be slow and painful, or quick and merciful. Yield to me, and the latter will be so," Deathstrike spoke in a voice of liquid honey, tinged with evil. Jubilee could hear the pocka pocka of Kestrel's AK 47 rifle rattling off a round.

"Let us go� we're on international Govt. business� you could be arrested for�"

"Silence fools. I know WHY you are in my territory, and I will not hesitate to kill you where you stand�"

"They're getting away!" Silver Fox yelled. "You don't understand Deathstrike� we have a common quarry� X2 is getting away with a valuable hostage�"

"Who ARE you working for, again?" laughed Deathstrike. "Unlike you, I have my OWN destiny. No longer a puppet for a foreign government that cries democracy but hides behind its mercenaries to do its dirty work to keep their Lilly white hands clean�"

"Deathstrike, for the love of God� I trained you!" Maverick yelled.

"Shut up," Deathstrike hissed, swinging her claws. "You just made a BIG mistake�"

"So did you�" Kestrel snapped, firing on her.

"Kwannon, Yukio!" she barked. Two others dropped, whirling their weapons. One sized fox, yanking her back by her brains as she held a dagger to the Indian woman's throat. Simultaneously, a purple haired Japanese ninja, her face concealed by a mask slashed through Kestrel's gun and plunged a shimmering spike into his neck. He gurgled, dropping to his knees.

"Now� go after whatever these cowards were after� and be QUICK!" Deathstrike hissed.

***

Meanwhile, the hired assassins backed Jubilee and Creed against a wall. She puffed every punkboy that was approaching with her sizzling pyrotechnics. If they dropped at close range, Creed's four claws tore at them, bringing him towards their belongings. He shouted to her as he shoved a trash bin into them, and grabbed up his bag. A blast ripped into him and he snarled.

"Victor�" Jubilee gasped, and raised her hands. She sent rapid bursts of pyro towards the three attackers who had their assault weapons aimed. They were not punkboys, but suited men and women who looked like the Japanese equivalent of the mob. Ninjas from hell and others.

"I'm okay," he snarled, shoving the bag at her as he saw her wave of pyro cut down their attackers. Jubilee smelled blood and gasped as her power arched out and set them on fire.

"Oh no�" she gasped, staring at her fingertips as Victor jammed her case in to her hands, and grabbed her up. Carrying her and his stuff he bulldozed into the nearest doorway, and into blackness.

Gunfire echoed outside, and she felt him clamp a hand over her mouth. Blood and iron tainted her mouth, and she felt Victor's body behind her, breaths labored and heaving. Jubilee quivered in shock, her body shaking from head to toe. His head was cocked up as if listening, and she realized she was sitting up with her back to his chest, sitting half on his knee folded under him.

A loud scream, a woman's scream chilled Jubilee to the bone. Victor listened carefully, hearing Lady Deathstrike's laughter echoing to them on the breeze. It was silent. All too silent. That must have been the squaw, he told himself.

"All right, you've made your point� what do you want from us� we can cut a deal," came Maverick voice, coughing up some thick substance.

"The time for deals is OVER� Kwannon, kill him�"

"No� milady, I sense he is of use� his knowledge� remember how�"

"Kwannon, be silent. I know your affection for him, but you must be as steel. Kill him and strike back for the innocence he tore from you!"

"Yes, kill him for what the Fuqua did," hissed someone else.

"Yukio, if you were not my blood sister I would�"

"ENOUGH!" Deathstrike hissed. "We must be as a chord, three strands braided together and show NO weakness before these cowards�"

"My apologies milady� but would not Madame Viper benefit from these three as captives�" Kwannon suggested. "I mentally sense two others nearby�"

"Leave them for now. Take this garbage with us�"

"You'll not be sorry," Maverick inhaled. "Your boss lady will benefit from what our Agency has to offer� we know where the artifact is�"

"Do you now� why did you not say so before?" asked Deathstrike. Victor hiked an eyebrow. So they didn't know where the fancy cake cutter was, and now they did. Weird.

"IT is in the possession of one who was our fellow operative," said Maverick. "And we know you're holding the old man� but did you know that we know of the existence of another heir�'

"Fools I already know Lady Mariko is alive. But for the fact that you know the location of the artifact� I would kill you now�"

"But there's something else. The guy we were chasing�"

"Enough. Enough said where walls have ears. Kwannon, silence him!"

"Yes milady�" she answered, and Jubilee heard the crackling of what was unmistakably TK power. Victor smelled the mental static, and drew up his nostrils. Cute, really cute.

***

Thirty Minutes later:

Then there came the sounds of sirens, and he kept a hold on her mouth for another long series of minutes. Finally when the sirens died and the flickering lights panning on the wall faded, he released her. The gurgling breaths of his punctured lungs indicated his healing factor was working to seal the gaps the bullets had made. "Aw shit� fuckers� another 100 dollar suit gone to the shitheap�"

"Oh god, I killed them�"

"Yeah, you did. First blood. Proud of ya� got 'em before dey got you�"

"I can't believe I just fried three men to a crisp�"

"Better den what dey had planned for you, frail," he muttered. "Now are ya hurt or can ya walk�"

"I� can walk," she muttered, holding her arm. "But you're bleeding� shit�"

She rushed over to where a dirty sink was just inside the door. It was the back entrance to a warehouse, and the janitor closet had been blasted open. Grabbing some rags she ripped them and wet them as Victor began to reload his shotguns and checked over his duffel.

"What are you doing?" he snorted as she moved over.

"Cleaning you up� what the hell does it look like? Dude I know you gotta healing factor but unless ya want it to work overtime."

"Fine frail, play Florence nightingale, but stay outta da way," he mumbled. He hissed as she wiped the blood and started to try and bandage his arm. Finally he sat still long enough to let her pull his coat aside and strap makeshift dressings on him.

He smelled fear and horror. Better she use it worrying about his business than succumb to guilt now. Had to keep her thinking of survival. "Ya see how powerful ya were back there?"

"Yeah, no shit�"

"Was yer animal instincts taking over. Ya give over to 'em at the right time, and it boosts yer power 10 times or more�"

"Adrenaline, right?" Jubilee muttered. She felt her mind detach and view her finishing dressing Victor's wounds which were almost sealed with his clotting factor.

"Yeah, right�" he nodded.

"What was all that stuff about an artifact, and Lady Mariko� and whose working for WHO?" she asked.

"Lady Deathstrike's on da payroll of Viper. Who's part o' a group called Hydra," muttered Creed as he flexed his arms. "Gimmie da bag� I gotta ditch the shirt. And yer' soaked in blood too�"

"Not in HERE�" she shivered.

"Fine whatever," he said, and she turned away when she tossed him a clean shirt. Cloth rustled, and she saw him throw the blood soaked rag away before hearing the sound of him tugging the other one on it its place.

"Can I have a scorecard to keep every player straight?"

"Might as well know," he mumbled. "Maverick, Silver Fox, n' Kestrel are my old buddies� de wanna off me. And da bitch with the long tin fingernails is Deathstrike. She has da same powers as da runt. And then there's Pitty Sing and Peep Bo� one's a telepathic ninja, and da udder's a thief�"

"Great� are those their code names cause they're major lamo�"

"My monikers, jujube," he laughed. "Guess ya don't like off color jokes, do ya, a half chink like u�"

"I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that bigoted remark," she mumbled.

"sorry," Creed mumbled, not looking very apologetic at his racial slur. "Yer better den dat. You're okay. I just slip up from time t' time�"

"Like father like son," she mumbled.

"What was that?"

"ARE you the old man of that mutant hating son of a bitch� is THAT why he hates mutants cause he isn't one and you are�"

"Bingo," he laughed harshly. "Tryin' ta rile me up? Don't be scared, frail. He's a piece of turf dat the best part of ran down my leg when I had fun wit da ex wife. Little freak ain't a mutant so he takes out his mad on against you and me and stuff."

"Lovely," Jubilee shivered.

"Don't worry yer pretty head, frail. That miserable misbegotten shit ass won't get his mitts on ya again� I know what he tried ta do, and ol Victor's gonna set him straight if he does� for what he pulled�" Creed laughed harshly as he pulled Jubilee over and ran his fingers through her hair. She shivered and put a hand to her head, trying not to cry.

"Shit�"

"What's da matter, frail? Ya all weepy now�"

"I'm NOT a crybaby," she snapped.

"Go ahead and cry girly pie. Ol' Victor's not gonna mind cause yer a frail, n' frails cry," he grunted. "One of yer cuter parts, cause you need us men all da more�"

"Shit� I'm NOT a weakling."

"Ya ain't gonna be when I'm done whipping ya into shape," Creed grunted, as he yanked Jubilee over.

"Hey what are you�"

"Yer cold pup, and going inta shock. Can't have ya freezing on me before we get to a flop n' clean up for tonight�"

"What IS tonight?"

"We meet with some informers an get some answers, den we go ta visit yer pal Michelle�"

"Ohh I�m not even gonna ask," she groaned, curling up into a ball as Victor draped his coat around her and she shivered. His rough hand stroked her hair and she shivered uncontrollably against him.

"Easy pup, ol' Victor's here. Gonna make ya a strong little tiger so's ya can whip their asses�" he muttered.

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