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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Creed's eyes widened slighty, but he also looked to her.

"Created?" he said uneasily. Then shook his head. "D'ya all like t' have kids in pairs?"

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"Yes," rumbled a deep, familiar voice a trifle sadly. "Created. Though not in the truest sense. I merely tinkered in that which I should not have. But now I am responsible for the children that I caused to be, and must needs see to it that they have their chance at life. You see, Victor, I could not pass judgment on you even if you were the monster you think yourself, for your worst is nothing compared to mine own sins."

Fluß frowned and led Creed past the tanks, where a chair stood before a bank of screens and controls. A man sat there; a massive being with dark grey fur and long hair pulled back in a ponytail. A young Schattenfeen woman stood next to him, her red hair, wings, and eyes startling in the low light of the room.

He kissed the two babies he'd been holding and handed them to the woman. "Thank you, Hrafni. I'll see you tonight, daughter."

She nodded as she gave Creed a curious, friendly glance, then wrapped herself and her babies in her wings and left the room.

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"Blue... y'ain't blue," Creed blinked, mind racing to try and understand the onslaught of information the lab hurled at him.

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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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"Ya made 'em," the man rumbled, trying to figure out ifhe was upset or not at the idea. "Fluss... n' her pa n' the others. Ya made 'em."

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"Indeed," said the Professor heavily. "Though there are now children and a grandchild of the firstborn."

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"Why?" the question came with no accusation, but the look was a peircing one.

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"I was bored and wished to improve upon an earlier project." His shame was plain. "And perhaps in the process bring trouble down upon the heads of my foes."

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"Ya used ta be evil. I heard a ya... Dark Beast," he frowned, remembering the talk of such versions. "What brought ya back?"

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"The love of a good woman," said the Professor sheepishly, though the smitten look was clear in his golden eyes.

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"'Course," he rumbled, thinking about Fluss.

"So what're them sleeper things, more a yer people that ya give ta new mothers to raise?"

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The older man indicated the tanks and the tiny forms that moved in two of them. "Unborn fetuses. There are nearly two hundred of them awaiting their chance at life. As our Fluß noted, she was one such infant."

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"So ya created a new race... n' are givin' it the numbers ta start," Creed said thoughtfully. He wasn't sure he liked the sound of it. "N' mothers get an extra baby t' care for. That could take a while."

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"We have all the time in the world." His eyes traced the movements of the two unborn, watching as the little one who had snuggled Creed seemed to search for something. "And I'm not sure that all of the children are e'en destined for this world."

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"What d'ya mean by that?" he frowned. "Y' can't pitch a baby int' some foriegn dimension."

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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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Creed sat back.

"Y'are what y'are. I ain't one ta judge a man based on his past. I'm tryin' fer a better tomorrow fer me n' mine, n' I respect anyone else who does the same."

He looked back to the tanks, then frowned.

"Do you..." he stopped and chewed his lip, the self loathing for having to ask for help obvious in his voice. "Do ya have anythin'... that I kin see again? I can't do nuthin' t' protect my team, home, or Fluss without some way a' seein."

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The Professor's eyes were also on one of the tanks, his expression thoughtful, but he nodded and reached back to the console to pick up a slender band with a softly glowing jewel in the front. "Try this, young Victor. Methinks it will answer the prescription."

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Creed frowned, taking it. "What does it do?"

[random-w00t.livejournal.com]

"Sees for you. You'll want to leave your shields down till it's recognized whatever it is that it needs to recognize in order to bypass shields so effectively."

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He frowned.

"Won't be a shortcut in fer some baddie, will it?" he said warily, still looking at it.