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The chief attribute they shared was an essential youthfulness, epitomised by that naĂŻve and obstinate faith in the invincible might of the pen which is both the strength of Fleet Street and its Achilles heel.
Missed the blorbos so made up a late night convo 𼺠This is very early on in Quaritch and Spider's dynamic, possibly the first night they spent in the forest together.
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The boy sat lonesomely at the edge of the fire. It was almost enough to make Quaritch feel sorry for him. The rest of the Colonelâs squad were dispersed around the campsite - some setting up comfortable sleeping areas or tapping away on their holopads, but most were congregated around the flames, enjoying a card game or sharing stories. The reflection of the fire in their dark pupils highlighted something deep and dark that Quaritch couldnât quite put his finger on. Since returning to this life as recombinants, something inside each and everyone of them had changed. Fundamentally they were all different people.Â
Even Spider. He was no longer the baby that Quaritch remembered with such mixed emotions, but he was still capable of eliciting the same confusing feelings as he had when he was small enough to fit into the palm of Quaritchâs hand. Currently, the teenager looked deep in thought, his chin resting atop his folded up knees, the firelight dancing in the reflection of his mask. Heâd been sitting like that for an hour or more, refusing to interact with anyone in the squad.Â
Theyâd left him alone, mostly, preferring to let Quaritch himself deal with the kid. Quaritch didnât know why they seemed wary of interacting with him. It was almost like they were afraid of stepping on Quaritchâs toes. He took a deep sigh, deciding that enough was enough.Â
Spider didnât shift as Quaritch approached. He didnât even look at him. The recom took a seat on the soft ground next to the boy, bracing himself for whatever kind of pissy attitude he was about to mop up.Â
âYou a selective mute or somethin'?â
Spider continued staring forward, although he made half an attempt at a flat eyeroll.
âAh, you got a lot on your mind,â Quaritch waved a hand in sympathy, speaking as if Spider had just given a full verbal response. He glanced sideways at the boy in time to see Spider chewing the inside of his mouth. The expression was so reminiscent of Paz that for a second Quaritch just stared. Eventually he looked away and let the silence stretch on, trying to think of something else to say. âYou gonna sit here feeling sorry for yourself all night, kid?â
Spider closed his eyes in a way that could only be described as condescending.Â
âYou ainât gonna accomplish anything like this, you know.â
Irritation flickered across Spiderâs face. Success.Â
âYou may as well join the circle,â Quaritch pressed in an overly optimistic voice. âGet to know some folks.â
âWhy would I want to do that?âÂ
Quarichâs heart sang. He shrugged. âI guess you wouldnât. But it beats sitting here like a depressed loner.â
âIâll take depressed loner over a traitor to my people any day, thanks.â
Quaritch let out a low whistle. âDamn, kid. You got some heart. But it ainât all that. Youâre just less likely to be eaten by a wolf if youâre closer to us.â
Finally, Spider turned to him, anger folded into every crease of his face. âYou know nothing.â
That stumped Quaritch. He flexed his jaw. âThey not in these parts then?â
Spider let out a dry laugh, but didnât elaborate.Â
Quaritch was starting to get frustrated. Spider was just a little shit after all. He forced himself to remember that Spider was under a lot of stress, and that he didnât fully trust the recoms yet. For all the kid knew, theyâd abandon him to the wildlife or throw him back in a cell without a second thought.Â
âYouâre feeling it right now, I get it. But come into the circle where I can at least keep an eye on you.â
âWhy do you care what happens to me?â
Quaritch frowned. He thought Spider at least remembered the part where heâd pulled him from the neuroscanner. The kid had been out of it, but he must have remembered that it was Quaritchâs arms that carried him back to the cell? He sniffed. âIt looks bad on my report, kid. Canât have people thinking I canât look after one moody teenager in the field, no matter how obstinate.â
âYour job is not to look after me.â
The confidence with which Spider said the words triggered something⌠sad inside Quaritch. It was clear the boy didnât believe Quaritch had a shred of concern for him. âMy job is to keep you safe so you can help us. That means protecting you.â
Spider muttered something under his breath - but Quaritch suspected it was Naâvi.Â
âWhat was that?â
âYou have no idea what youâre talking about!â
Spider had turned back to face Quaritch, but the furious expression on his face was water off a duckâs back to the Colonel. âExplain then. You donât need protection?â
âFaysawtute! Protection from what? From my home? My people?â
Your people? âPandoraâs no place for a kid, Spider.â
Spider made an incredulous gesture, looking around at the forest which had come alive at night. âYou have eyes, but you donât see,â was all he said.Â
âŚRight. Quaritch had had enough of playing nice. âGet your ass closer to camp or Iâll drag you myself.â
Spider was clearly fuming, because he balled his fists and then carefully unclenched them, his jaw set and his eyes deep with mutinous thoughts. Quaritch watched the bioluminescence of the moss fade where Spider had been sitting, and immediately missed the boyâs presence, despite Spider doing what he was told. He watched the kid move closer to the campsite, although it still wasnât quite close enough for Quaritch to be truly satisfied.Â
It would have to do.Â
Heâd had to seriously consider what heâd do if Spider made a run for it in the night. He suspected the boy could be plotting something, but the type of resentment Spider was currently displaying put Quaritch strangely at ease. It was as if the boy had accepted his fate. Spider was smart after all - he knew that running would achieve nothing.Â
After a moment, Quaritch pushed himself off the ground and followed Spider back over to the camp. He took a seat next to Wainfleet on a fallen log, making sure the sulking teenager was in his line of sight.Â
For the rest of the evening, Spider remained distant and solitary, facing away from him and curling up under some kind of giant, glowing mushroom. The sight was so ridiculous it reminded Quaritch of a scene from a fairytale. Only after the final embers had died and ninety percent of the squad had clocked off for the night did Quaritch approach Spider again. Half of him wanted to check if Spider was asleep, the other half was secretly hoping for another chance at conversation.Â
Quaritch stretched widely and approached Spiderâs spot cautiously. If Spider was asleep, he didnât want to wake him. However quietly he thought he was being, it wasnât enough. Spiderâs head snapped around his body tensed, searching for the source of danger.Â
âEasy tiger, itâs only me,â Quaritch reassured.Â
âWhat do you want now?â Spider half sat up, the soft hissing of his exopack the only sounds in the vicinity. Above them, the faint light from Polyphemus shone delicately through the canopy. This moon didnât seem to know true darkness. It was amazing that the boy was able to sleep properly. Then again, Spider had never experienced a truly black night, so he had nothing to compare it to.Â
âJust checking up on you,â Quaritch mumbled.
âI still have two arms and two legs if thatâs what youâre worried about. Havenât been dragged off by nantang yet.â
Spider was almost endearing when he was trying to sound tough. Quaritch chuckled. âYou be sure to let me know if they grab you in the night.â
âHave you ever considered that theyâd more likely go for you? Theyâre smart.â
Quaritch wrinkled his nose playfully. âNah, Iâm too old and bitter.â And Iâm fully armed with over 30 years of combat training and field experience.Â
Spider turned over fully now, so he was facing Quaritch properly. Confusion flickered across his features. âHow old are you?â he asked.Â
Quaritch had to stop and think for a moment. âYouâre gonna need to clarify the question, kid. Iâm no philosopher.â
âYour body,â Spider emphasised. âWhen did they start growing you?âÂ
Quaritch couldnât help the involuntary flinch that overtook his shoulders. He desperately hoped Spider hadnât noticed. This was still a weird topic. âTwenty years young.â
âYouâre literally only a few years older than me.â
âBullshit. Iâm fifty one.â
Spider frowned. âSo old, yet still so dumb.â
Quaritch took a risk. He extended his hand and shoved Spider in what he hoped was a playful way. âDid anyone ever tell you youâre a little shit?â
Spider didnât even flinch. âAll the time. Do better.â
Okay, Quaritch could play this game. âYouâre a rude, bratty, hormonal teenager.â
âI am not fucking hormonal!â
âWho knows how this planetâs affected you.â
Spider was looking at him like Quaritch had just announced he was going to start classical ballet. âIâm bigger and healthier than other Sky People kids.â
Quaritch pulled a sarcastic expression. He could practically see Spiderâs hackles rise. âEh. You still got some growing to do.â
Spiderâs face grew serious, as if he remembered where he was, and who he was talking to. âLeave me alone and I can get on with it then.â
Heâd blown it. Spider turned away from him and returned to his fetal position on the floor, back to Quaritch. Still, theyâd managed to have a half decent conversation and that was progress. Something kept Quaritch crouched on the ground, but he knew it was his cue to go. He reached out a hand and did something heâd never done before. He ruffled the kidâs hair.Â
Spider squirmed away from him, but didnât say anything.Â
Quaritch took it as a win.Â
When he returned to his pack a few yards away to finally get some shut eye, he couldnât help but watch Spiderâs sleeping form long into the night. He told himself he just needed to make sure the kid wouldnât attempt a jailbreak. He told himself he was watching out for predators or God knows what kind of poisonous bugs Pandora harboured, despite Wainfleet standing duty. He would never be able to accept that maybe, just maybe, he was fascinated by the child that his previous life had borne.
Summary:Â Professor Xavier entrusts you with the mission to locate a certain mutant with unknown consequences.
Pairing: Alpha!Wolverine x Omega!(Mutant)Reader
Warnings:Â angst, language, gruff Wolverine, a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, scenting, implied true mates, character's death (kid)/implied, you are on the run now
A/N:Â Jean is not Dark Phoenix in this story. The reader is stronger than both, Professor Xavier, and Jean Grey. She a telepath, telekinetic, and empath. Most of the time she suppresses her powers.
Words in italics are telepathic orders.
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âRunaway catcher my ass,â Wolverine grumbles as you type away on your smartphone. âAll you did so far is getting on my nerves. We soon will be snowed in and canât leave the fucking room. On top of all, there is only one bed.â
âChrist, donât get your panties in a twist, big boy,â you point at the floor. âI can sleep on the floor if you are afraid that I touched your dick or something. Iâm not into your grumpy ass.â
âYou said that you left the X-Men, still, you are wearing one of their belt buckles. Youâre not out,â he points at the belt buckle, sneering as you ignore his comment. âI hate liars.â
âScott likes to keep an eye on me while Iâm on a mission. The belt buckle shows my position. It also has an emergency button. So, yes, Iâm wearing a fucking belt buckle as it makes sure Scott, and the others stay out of my hair.â
âScottie doesnât trust you, huh?â you make a face as Logan rummages in his bag to find a clean shirt. âI wonder why.â
âNone of your business. If you donât shut up, Iâll kick you out of my room, king of the cage,â he laughs at your comment, knowing that you wonât kick him out. Not after you put so much effort into finding him. âCan you stop pacing the room now?â
He kicks his shoes off to fall onto your bed, groaning. âDamn, this is a good bed,â he stretches his legs and arms out, smirking as you give him a bitch face. âI think the floor is big enough for you.â
âCharles didnât mention that you are a gentleman,â turning your attention back toward the phone you ignore that Wolverine snarls in your direction. You met enough arrogant and misogynist alphas in your life. âDonât worry. I will stay up all night. This snowstorm is not a normal one.â
âWhat do you mean?â he sits back up to watch you get up from your chair to press the palm of your hands against the window. You close your eyes and focus on the world outside, not the grumpy alpha getting up from the bed to stand behind you. âY/N, tell me whatâs going on.â
âCan you shut up for a moment?â Wolverine huffs behind you but decides to stick to watching you. He crosses his arms over his chest while you scan the surroundings.
âYouâre a telepath too, huh?â you groan as he steps closer again after not two minutes. âJean or Charles level?â
âSomething like that. Now shush and let me focus,â he places his hand next to yours. âWhat are you doing? Youâre not a telepath so let me do this.â
âDo you think someone like Storm is out there and tries to make sure we stay inside the motel?â
âItâs a hotel, and I got no clue. If you would just shut up for a moment I will answer all of your questions. Sit over there on the bed and stop getting on my nerves.â
âHey, itâs your show,â he shrugs. âIâll be over there with my claws and wait for the big bad guy to show their ugly face. Iâm burning to sink my claws into flesh since I met you.â
âYou wonât sink anything into me. Now keep your mouth shut,â you cock your head to glare at Logan. âIf you wonât shut up, Iâll make you shut up.â
âUhâIâm scared,â flashing you a smirk Logan wants to poke your shoulder, but you wonât have it.
âSit on the bed,â he freezes at your command. You slowly turn around to show him your eyes turned violet. âDonât move or speak until I tell you so. I need silence.â
Wolverine silently follows your order while anything in him fights your influence.
âMuch better. See,â you pat his cheek, eyes turning back to normal, âIâm no one to mess with. Stop acting as if you are not the scared little boy you are. All those muscles and attitude wonât hide youâre a lonely man looking for meaning in your shitty life.â
âWhy?â he croaks as you loosen your hold on his mind. âHow? Iâll kill you if you do this again!â
âI told you to shut up. Just do it or Iâll make you fall asleep and paint your nails pink,â turning back around you focus on the enemy outside your hotel room. âCome a little closer.â
âWhat?â he watches you with curiosity. You whisper soft words to lure the enemy in. âWhat are you doing?â
âDonât be shy. I know you are out there,â you softly speak. âI wonât hurt you, sweetie. Show me your face.â
Logan swallows thickly as you walk toward the door as if you are in trance. You turn the doorknob, still whispering to yourself as a soft violet light surrounds your body. âThere you are.â
âWho? Where? Do I need to kill someone?â Logan canât leave the bed. You still control his body as you concentrate on the mutant controlling the snowstorm. âY/N.â
âCome to me. I wonât hurt you. He canât control youââ you scream in agony, falling to your knees. You clutch your head, whimpering in distress. âNooo!â
âY/N,â Wolverine jumps off the bed to check on you. âWhat happened? OMEGA, talk to me? What happened?â you let him pick you up to place you on the bed, not fighting the alpha. âTalk to me.â
âHeâŚhe justâŚâ a dull pain numbs your mind as you try to explain what just happened. âI tried to make the kid stop. Someone controlled them and I was so close to freeing the mutant whenâŚâ
âWhat happened? You need to talk to me! I can sense enemies getting closer,â looking up at Logan you search his face. For the first time, you see the fierce warrior in him, not the mutant fighting in a cage for money. âY/N, I need to know whatâs going on.â
âHe shot the kid in the head while we were connected. I felt it all. The pain and how life left their body. I-I canât,â hide your face in Loganâs neck to inhale his scent deeply. âThe snowstorm stopped, but they are coming for us. We are easy targets for them now. I canât use my powers right.â
âWhy? Iâll need your help,â he huffs as you sniff at his neck. âY/N, focus.â
âIâm like a blank nerve right now. If I use my powers, I wonât be able to distinguish friend from foe. My powers will overwhelm me,â you cry into his neck. âIt happened before.â
âFuck,â he hisses as you cling to his body. Logan wonât tell you it feels good to have you in his arms or that heâd like to just pounce on you and mate you right there and then. Luckily he learned to control his alpha years ago. âAlright. Grab your shit. We will go for my pickup truck.â
âWe wonât make it far, Logan,â you grab his arm as he tries to pick his bag up. âThere are more than ten soldiers out there. Stryker is with them, and I can tell heâs burning to get you in his clutches. All he can think about is Weapon X. Does this ring a bell?â
âNo. I donât remember someone called Stryker. Letâs go,â he helps you get off the bed. Your legs are still a little wobbly as you try to pick up your jacket and bag. âI can take down ten soldiers. No problem.â
âTheyâve got guns, and tranquilizer darts, Logan. We canât go out there, unprepared and with only one functional power. I can try to use telekinesis, but no telepathy right now,â you stumble toward your belongings. âDo you want to risk getting caught by them?â
âBetter than waiting for them to corner us, right? If we wait in this room for too long, we will end up in handcuffs sooner than later. I know people like them.â
âI donât think theyâll capture us, especially me, alive. The kid was a trap,â Logan grabs your luggage. He huffs, before slinging one arm around your waistline to steady your trembling body. âI canât focus on anything but their screams. Stryker knows about my past. I donât know how he found out butâŚâ
âGet your shit together. Fuck that bastard. I donât care what he knows about you or me,â the alpha growls as he drags you out of the room. âWe will get in my truck and leave this place. No one is going to capture you and me. Got it?â
âGot it,â you let Logan take the lead. He opens the door to the passenger seat for you and throws the bags into the back. âWhat if they capture us?â
âI told you,â he grunts while getting behind the steering wheel, âthey wonât get us. I ran more than once from far more dangerous people. You must trust me in this.â
âTrust is not my strong suit,â you watch Logan start the engine. âI left the X-Men to not be a part of a team. Iâm not good at teamwork.â
âSame,â Logan ignores his pickup truck must fight its way through the snow masses. And he gives a shit on the soldiers chasing after you. âOh, look at them. Obedient little puppets chasing us.â
âOkay. Iâve got this,â you press the emergency button on your belt buckle. âThey will come for us. But until thenâŚâ
âWe are on our own,â he concludes. âStop being a whiny omega and just roll over. Give them hell for what they did to the kid. You donât give up that easily. Fight back and use your powers. You are damn strong, omega.â
âI can try toââ closing your eyes you take deep breaths. You need to be calm to control more than one person at the same time. âThere they areâŚâ
âGo for Stryker. If heâs the commander, we need to bring him down first,â the alpha grunts as. He glances in the rearview mirror, gritting his teeth as three SUVs are following you and the alpha. âWhat are you waiting for?â
âI canât get into his mind,â shaking your head you try to focus on the other soldiers following you. âI donât know how he does it. Itâs like heâs hiding behind a wall I can take down.â
âStop talking and get to work,â Logan takes the next left to get on the highway. âIf you donât get them off my back, Iâll get out of the car and things will get ugly.â
âIâd like to see the Wolverine in action butââ your eyes flash violet again. âIâll have to wait for a better time.â
âFucking do something,â Wolverine ducks as someone fires at his pickup truck. âYou damage my truck; youâll die slow and painful.â
âSTOP!â you command, even though, you are still a little shaken by the events earlier. Feeling the kid die opened old wounds. âStop your cars. Get out. Disassemble your weapons.â
âTell them to go after Stryker.â
âThey are following orders. I wonât tell them to kill their commanding officer, Logan. We will get him. Just not like thisâŚâ
âShit,â he slams his hands onto the steering wheel.
âGo back in your cars. Drive home and forget about me and Logan. You donât remember Wolverine or me from now on.â
âFuck, they just stopped their cars,â he looks in the rearview mirror, swallowing thickly. âCan you reach Stryker? You told me he thinks about Weapon X. Why canât you read his mind now?â
âNo,â your eyes turn back to normal. âHeâs not alone. Thatâs all I can tell you. There is more than one mutant with him. They are shielding his mind. Iâll need help to get inside. Before, he let me inside.â
âWell, then. We should ask Xavier and Jean for help. Maybe you can break down the walls togetherâŚâ
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