Feen Verse: Meeting the father.

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Creed blinked as he entered some cool, dark-smelling place, which caught him off guard.

He gently set his love down, then turned his head, smelling earth and metal, one arm around here. "Are we there, sweetheart? We make it?"

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"(Yes.)" She perked her ears toward the outer door, which they'd arrived beside, then gently moved him aside as her father stepped through the shadows around it.

The winged man stopped and regarded the newcomer with soft eyes the brown of hazelnuts. "Ach, you must be Victor. Vell met, Fruiend."

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He turned his head, standing a little straight and turning his face to the voice.

"Good t' meet ya," he nodded, hand snatching back from his daughter's waist. Then he offered his hand. "Yeah. Er, yer right, I'm Victor Creed."

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"I'm Schattenjäger." Rumbled the deep voice as his hand was enclosed in strong, warm, slender fingers. "It's gut to finally meet you, Victor."

Fluß, meanwhile was tugging gently on his other hand, trying to get his arm around her again.

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She turned her head and gently kissed his palm, then nodded. "(Yes. He likes to talk to visitors.)"

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He smiled, then blushed as he remembered to turn and nod to her father respectively.

"Sir," he rumbled.

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Schattenjäger chuckled and patted his shoulder again, then turned toward the door. "I vill see you later, perhaps. But now I must go vork. It vas good to meet you, my friend."

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"Indeed, no." The Professor gestured to a wood and leather sling chair. "Would'st sit with my whilst thine bride goes to collect her possessions and speak with her mother and grandmother?"

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"Sure," Creed rumbled, going over and sitting blankly. He looked up at him, frowning slightly, though he wouldn't say anything in front of Fluss.

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Fluß leaned down and kissed him on the cheek, then left the room with a rustle of wings and a swish of skirt.

The Professor held up his hand, eyes unfocused as he listened, then turned to Creed and nodded.

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"Oh, can I not?" Genuine sorrow showed in the big man's eyes. "I have done so, and that right handily. But these shan't travel alone, once I've convinced some of the elder ones that there is no shame in leaving me or this place."

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Creed blinked, then felt slightly ashamed.

"Well, yer a ood man, McCoy. Even with yer past... I'm glad it's you I'm talkin' ta. The McCoy a' my world hates me. Won't let me near his family when he's around."

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"Am I?" He shook his head. "Henry McCoy died over a thousand years ago, Victor. Betrayed with his team and race and lost to the depravity of a megalomaniac with aspirations at deity." His voice dropped. "I am naught but the Professor, father to winged children and husband of Copelia."

And Creed probably had not trouble realizing that the megalomaniac had been the Professor himself.

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"Crumbs." He shrugged, then pointed to the tank that contained the little snuggler. "Yon little lad there trying his utmost to get your attention."

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"Crumbs a' what?" Creed grunted, then went pale. "That's supposed ta be Fluss' little brother."

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"Methinks he has other plans." He watched the tank wall ripple under the baby's attempts to get Creed's attention. "And crumbs of thine own repasts."

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"He made his choice. Ve respect it." The winged man's deep voice was merry. "Ve should call him Vaderjäger."

The Professor chuckled and shook his head. "No. He merely knows his own mind. Victor, come speak to him before he exhausts himself."

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Creed approached, rumbling gently, then reached out, touching the glass.

"Easy, kid," he said softly.

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The flexible material of the tank rippled again as the baby brushed against it on his way to the hand, and then the little swimmer's frenetic movements stilled to contented sleep.

"I see that I will have to do something about the length of his gestation," rumbled the Professor softly. "He'll not gladly submit to being parted from you now."

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"Not long at all." He fastened the last catches and handed the younger man a slightly bulky wrist watch. "Put that on, an it please ye my good man."

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"Sure," he said, putting it on, then looking at the container again.

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The Professor handed it to him. "Keep a tight grip on that and teleport to the location currently set in the teleporter watch's circuitry, then return."

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"(All Feen women can do it.)" She looked up at him, the white streak falling into her eyes. "(It's a way to make sure that babies always have what they need.)"

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"Ah," he said, gently tucking the stripe behind her ear, and kissing her. "Better fer us n' him, then... what'll we name 'im?"

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"You're velcome," she said softly, her ears twitching under the snowy mane of her hair. "Go vith the Singer, son."

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"You too, ma'am," he nodded, a hand curling around Fluss' waist.