Miguel-verse. Creed's residence. Warm summery night.

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Fluß poked the slab of beef that lay in a bowl on the counter and found it satisfactorily thawed.

She put her ears back, then flicked them toward the doors, listening again for Victor's return. "(He should be back by now,)" she said to Peter, who was quietly smacking on his fist in his sling. "(He said that this was going to be an easy mission.)"

Ears back again, she went to the back door and listened again, one hand absently smoothing the long, sparkly, blue and green tie-dye skirt that she wore before it went up to tuck her white streak behind her left ear.

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Creed drove up to his home, parking the Jeep and climbing out, testing the air and looking around watchfully before finally going to the front door and opening it, stretching his arms up over his head as a last couple of bullets popped out of his back and clattered to the floor.

He frowned and bent, picking them up and tossing them into a half-full collection jar by the door, then smiled and purred as he smelled meat.

Walking through the kitchen he came up behind his wife and closed his arms around her, finding baby and stroking his head.

"Hey, sweetheart," he rumbled happily, more than content to be home.

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She sighed with relief and leaned back against him, lowering her wing so that he could reach Peter more easily. "(Welcome home, my love)."

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"Hope y' didn't worry too much," he rumbled softly, kissing her neck. "Took a while to get through an adamantium door. Blue wasn't there and the runt n' me had t' bash through three walls to get around it."

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"Not too much." She tried her English as she turned and kissed him back. "Go quickly and clean up so that you can hold Peter. He has been missing you."

A demanding little squawk attested to that fact.

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Slender, twig-like fingers closed on his with a surprising grip, then loosed and withdrew as Fluß looked up at her husband and son, ears twitching and eyes creasing in a strong smile.

"I just wanna talk," insisted Logan gruffly, trying to believe what he was seeing. "On the back step."

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An arched eyebrow told him what he thought of that, but he shrugged.

"I'll be right back," he kisseed his wife and followed the runt out, still cradling his child.

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The baby's presence kept him from lighting up a stogie and he frowned and grumbled as the door closed behind them and he turned to the taller man. "What the @#$%&'s got inta you, Creed?"

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"Hmm?" Creed said, looking up from his child before pointing a bit downwind in the yard. "Y' cn smoke there, runt. This kid's tough. Any wiff he catcheds won't hurt him, he's got his ma's genes n' the breeze t' protect him."

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"Who sez yer gonna be around that long?" Logan felt a spurt of alarm at the thought. If Creed lasted that long he might too.

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"With our track record? Runt, please," he sighed, then shook his head. "Y' need t' find yerself a lady. Settle down yerself. Gives clarity n' meanin'. n' feels good."

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Logan turned his back and folded his arms, affecting disinterest. "Tried that. Never worked."

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"Can it, runt. Y' know it's the only thing that means anything. I forgot about it," he looked back towards his home, smiling slightly. "She beat the senses back int' me... Now it's just you who needs the thumping int' yer own right mind."

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"(She bought them from Africa. And sent a whole case. She says that humans eat them there, and that she herself likes them.)" Her brows lifted.

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"N' they come like that?" His eyebrows lifted as he bit into his steak.

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"They vere in that thing." She pointed to the can that sat by the sink. It bore a bright label with a picture of a fat caterpillar on it.

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He went over and sniffed it, then smiled.

"Smells good," he said, continuing to devour the steak until there was nothing left.

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"(They still managed to frighten Peter)." She shook her head slightly and sighed, then brought the box of meat inside and set it on the counter in preparation to putting it away.

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"Yeah. I know, sweetheart. That's why the kid don't wanna come near this place again," he followed her and then caught her around the waist, pulling her close. "It'll never happen again. We made an' example a' those kids. No one else is eager ta try their own luck."

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Fluß giggled and put her left wing down so as to not bump Peter, then tilted her head as far to the side as she could in attempt to see his father. "(I'm glad. It's too bad that they think that they need to prove themselves by bothering their neighbors.)"

Then she squirmed slightly, despite being perfectly capable of getting away. "I cannot put the food avay like this."

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She tried to think of a reason to use, but they all seemed too silly. So she laughed instead and held the hammock open so that he could sit in it without disturbing Peter.

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He fell into it gracefully and opened an arm for her.

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She tucked herself beside him and got her wings arranged comfortably, then curled slightly onto her side to look at her son where he lay on his father's chest. "Ach! So cute!"

The reaction she could never suppress.

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"I like it," she repeated, gently running her fingers along the edge of his jaw and then touching his hair again before she lay her head on his chest and just watched Peter sleep.

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He sighed contently, his hand stroking her hair, and slowly rocked them back and fourth.

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Fluß twitched one ear, then closed her eyes and looked at dreams.