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Feen Verse: Meeting the father.

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."

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."

"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.

His face flushed as he wanted to hold her, but was embarassed to do so without permission.

"Good ta meet you too, sir," he rumbled. "I've... I've come t' ask your blessing. I'd like to have Fluss as my wife. I wanted ta ask... n' jst let ya know up front, I ain't always been a good guy. Even when yer girl found me I wasn't kind or gentle, n' I was less then welcome even on my own team. But yer girl.... Fluss, she changed me, n' I've been tryin' hard. I can't see no more, n' there're a lot a fathers won't let me near thier families, n' I can't tell ya how much I love her, or what she's done fer me, but I can give ya my word that I'll never let harm come t' her, but I'll do my best ta protect n' love yer daughter the way she deserves."

He finished, looked slightly faint from blurting out his fears, then squared his jaw and waited to be tossed back into his own world minus Fluss by an angry father.

The hand patted his shoulder. "You'd better hug her again before she loses her temper vith you." There was laughter in Schattenjäger's voice, and Fluß made a little sound of embarrassed protest at his words.

Then the winged man turned serious and his tone went formal. "I gave her to you as your wife. You have my blessing."

Creed blinked, and instantly pulled her back to him, before he nodded.

"I'll do good by her," he swore, taking her hand in his free hand.

"I believe you." Wings rustled as he turned his head toward the far end of the tunnel. "Vader vishes to know if he can speak to you telepathically."

"Er, sure," he said, quickly lowering his sheilds.

-Sir?-

-No need for the formality, young Victor,- rumbled a voice deep with amusement and good humor. -I was just wondering if you'd like to see your surroundings and your lady as you come to pay a visit to me and mine.-

Victor's face flushed as he battled the want to be tall and dependant on only himself, but when he thought of Fluss again his mood turned.

-Yeah. I'd like that a lot,- he rumbled, not noticing that he'd also spoken the words softly.

And then he was seeing... in infrared.

He started at the sudden onslaught of information, then imediatly turned to his fiancee, gazing at her until her beautiful, graceful face was forever etched into his memory.

His eyes silently filled with tears as he shakily took her hand, gently kissing her knuckles.

-Thank ya,- he shivered.

-Don't thank me yet. You'll see her in living colour once you reach the control room.-

Fluß perked her ears. "Victor?"

He reached out, touching hr cheek.

"Yer beautiful," he murmured, then shook his head. "I think yer gramps wants us ta meet him."

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

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

"Sir," he rumbled.

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."

"Good ta meet ya too, sir," Creed rumbled. "Have a good day."

The winged man nodded and slipped into the shadows as the voice in Creed's mind chuckled.

-Just be yourself, lad. We've all seen far worse.-

"(Let's go.)" Fluß gently leaned toward the far end of the corridor.

-Don't wanna be that man anymore. I wanna be like I used ta be, long time ago,- he thought grimly, looking to his love and then following her.

She brought him down the long corridor and through a thick blast door and then a second one. As soon as they stepped through it into the big, low room on the other side of that one Creed was indeed seeing in living colour. The room was littered with strange equipment, which Fluß led him past till they reached a little semi circle of three tanks. Each of the tall tanks held a tiny dark form which wriggled and swam around happily.

Fluß stopped to look at the nearest one, her face shining with tenderness. "(Hello, baby brother. Did you miss me?)" She looked up, ears twitching. "(Put your hand here, so he can meet you.)"

He did so, carefully touching the tank, then looking down at her.

"What's goin' on?" he asked, fighting down the instinct to drag her out of the lab and break a couple machines in doing so. This wasn't Weapon X, he had to remember that.

"(Whenever one of us is going to have a baby Grandpa wakes one of the sleepers and lets them start to grow, so that there'll be two babies for the mama and papa instead of just one.)" She chuckled as the tiny babe within the tank snuggled against Creed's hand. "(He likes you.)"

"He does," Creed murmured, smiling. Then he blinked. "What's a sleeper?"

"(Those of us that Grandpa created. Like me.)" She chuckled as the baby curved his tiny back into Creed's palm.

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