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A Freak like Me	By : knj4k4 Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 38259 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 10
Disclaimer: I do not own either Harry Potter nor Xmen the fandom, Any of the Harry Potter characters or any of the X-men, and I am making no profit from this story.

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Whelp, here it is.
During my stay in the labs, I healed an uncountable amount of freaks. Most didn’t survive very long, choosing to aggravate them into killing them rather then be raped forever. Those that chose to survive, like me, paid me in stories. I heard a few over and over again, but only Natalie told me the story of the Steadfast Tin soldier. I always thought that story was the most appropriate story for our life there; about a toy that only had one leg and so was considered useless. How this broken toy fell in love and defended that love but was bested by a stronger, bigger, better, normal toy and was pushed out a window. The part that always felt so appropriate was the waiting. I thought that the waiting was appropriate not because I was waiting to be rescued or escape but was waiting for death.
As I sat in the work out room watching Remy pulverize his opponents I finally understood why Natalie spoke of the tin man’s waiting wistfully. Waiting for a loved one was hell.
Remy chose to come here to take his mind off the fact that Logan and Storm could get hurt. Or at least that’s why I thought he came here. After two hours watching Gambit destroy the conjured opponents, I asked him if I could take a walk around the manor. He grunted at me, which I assumed was agreement and took off.
I wondered outside and found Rouge walking the perimeter. She decided that her powers weren’t controlled enough to make her anything but a liability. The guards wouldn’t have powers and she didn’t want to kill them, so she stayed.
She smiled at me as I hesitantly joined her. We walked in silence for a while but she wasn’t as good at silence as I was.
“Suga’ ya mind if ah ask ya something’?” I smiled and shook my head while watching birds fly in the forest.
“I’s just thinkin’, ya always so quiet and look’n fer approval. Ya ever get angry?”
I hummed a small amount to let her know I had heard her. I wasn’t sure how to answer. It had only been four days since I arrived at the manor. Though I no longer considered her a guard, I had seen her giving Logan looks that were anything but platonic.
“Anger is counterproductive.”
“Eh?”
I smiled at her confusion. Remy had explained to me that the people here were sheltered and thought everyone was good and kind on the inside; that they couldn’t understand the depravity of the human mind.
“When you have no control, when they hurt you for fun, when you live in a cage and depend on others for food, anger is useless. There isn’t anything getting angry would do but cause more pain for me.”
“But…when a mutan’ gets angry, their powa lashes out, righ’?”
I raised my eyebrows and shrugged, “I’ve never seen that happen. When we got angry, we got hurt.” I shrugged again and she let the silence linger.
“But, ya know Remy and Logan ain’t like tha’ right?”
Here I frowned at her. What was her point? “I don’t understand.”
“They ain’t gunna hurt ya.”
I tilted my head and catalogued all the times I’d been hurt in the four days I’d been here; bitten, used. It was nothing compared to what I was used to so I nodded. She probably wanted to keep her illusion anyway.
She didn’t seem convinced, “Right?” She asked again. I shrugged.
Stopping, she tried to put a hand on my shoulder but I shied away from her. “Suga’ they ain’t been hurt’n ya?” Her eyes were wide and earnest, like Jean was sometimes. I backed away from her and gave her the answer she wanted.
“I ain’t gunna hurt ya Suga’. Don’t lie to ma.”
Logan and Remy said I could lie. So I shook my head again and though she didn’t seem convinced, she dropped it.
I left soon after and as I made my way across the back lawn I heard a deep rumbling coming from above. I didn’t know what it was, so I took off running for the manor.
When I reached the doors, I turned to guard it. There were children in there and Gambit told me to protect them if I could.
A huge black airborne machine landed and opened. I readied my energies to stop their movements or put into practice what I’d learned, but I recognized Blue amongst the strange mutants.
He waved me to the side and shouted at me to help and heal them. Immediately I began a medical technique I’d only read about called triage.
The majority of the mutants were in shock; this didn’t require his immediate attention. Six had gunshot wounds two in the leg causing blood loss and hypotension but luckily no major arteries were hit. I asked Storm and Rouge to help them to the med lab. The only one I had to heal immediately was a man with haemopneumothorax from damage to lung wall and chest.
Cyclops looked over his shoulder from a seat in the front and ordered me to get him off the ‘jet’. I scowled at him, but since there wasn’t any damage I couldn’t heal I pulled the nearly unconscious man off. He grunted wetly on impact with the ground and the ‘jet’ took off.
It took me fifteen minutes to get him healed and I left him with Rouge to get to the med lab to help Blue.
The freaks in the med lab were screaming and crying. The noise nearly made me loose it but I held on. Remy was there segregating the injured from the others while the professor asked those uninjured to follow him to the cafeteria. Once those had left only six remained. I healed them as fast as I could, pushing all other concerns to the back of my mind.
Just as I finished healing the last injury about ten more injured mutants flooded the med lab. They were much more damaged and Blue took care of triage. He put a body on the table and I healed. My mind tunneled and all I could think of were body parts, muscles, arteries, veins, and organs. Healing became everything, though I could feel myself tiring.
When Elixar joined us to help, Wolverine entered my thoughts again. He was with Elixar wasn’t he? Was he okay? I didn’t allow it to derail my attention but it slowed me.
Finally, when I turned to gather another injured, I saw him in the corner. My smile nearly broke my face.
X-Men POV
The rescue went off exactly as planned. They landed undetected and Storm shorted out their power with a lightning strike. Before emergency power came on, Cyclops transmitted the virus Gambit created that would change all their security codes. They wouldn’t be able to open any doors or make any calls as it sent a jammer through the speakers.
Kitty took Colossus, Bobby, Cyclops and Elixar to the bottom most levels to free the captives before the guards could kill them.
They then lead a double attack. Pyro and Storm took the front and distracted the guards there while Logan and Jubilee invaded the weak side. The freed captives and the other x-men attacked from below.
The invasion lasted only a few hours, and though it was meant to be a blitz attack, the x-men couldn’t prevent the fifty some captives from killing every single guard and doctor.
Hank, Wolverine and Pyro handled the remaining opposition while Storm collected Gambit’s program with all the names and locations on it from their offices.
They had seriously underestimated the number of mutants held captive here and where forced to make two trips with the jet. Elixar stayed with the second trip to heal the seriously wounded. He knew that Angelous would take care of those arriving at the manor.
When the jet landed on the lawn rather than the hanger, Remy knew something had not gone according to plan. He rushed to the jet and saw his angel was already there, calming and assessing the wounded. He noticed the multitude of wounded and Hank’s direction of the new mutants, but no Logan. He helped Hank get the rescued mutants into the manor so the jet could take off.
Xavier directed the new arrivals that needed no healing, to the cafeteria where he could address them all at once. Scott and Storm took off with the jet as soon as Angelous removed the last mutant. When they returned the jet’s weight was so perilous they were forced to again, land on the lawn rather than in the hanger.
Remy told Logan to go check on Angelous as he knew the boy wouldn’t be able to fully concentrate on healing until he knew Logan returned safe.
Logan shook his head at being ordered around and took the long way, just to be obstinate. He checked on the cafeteria and waited until Xavier had control before moving on. Rather than, then using the elevator, he chose the stairs, grunting every time he stepped with his right leg. He’d been shot in the thigh and it was taking longer to heal than usual.
Logan paused outside the med lab and smirked, sure that the pup would complain about him taking so long and he’d not be ordered to do this again. As he stepped in, his senses were assaulted with blood, pain, desperation, determination, and hope. Mutants covered every bed, chair, and bit of wall space. Hank gripped the leg of a mutant his attention was focused on and snapped it firmly into place, resulting in a loud crack and a wail. Angelous had both hands on the bloody chest of another mutant. Both hands were glowing fiercely. Logan watched enraptured as the deep wounds in the mutant man fused together and healed.
As soon as the glow faded, Angelous opened his eyes and peered wearily for the next wounded mutant. His first glance at Logan passed over and the feral supposed he’d been classified as “not mortally wounded’ but then the boy’s eyes flicked back and Angelous cried out “Logan”. A sliver of guilt for avoiding him sliced through Logan at Angelous’ obvious relief and joy.
He rocked back on his heels to absorb Angelus’ slight body weight as he launched himself into Logan’s arms.
“Easy pup I’m fine.” When Angelous nodded happily and hugged him tight without mentioning the still open wound in his leg, Logan suspected that the number of wounded overwhelmed Angelous' senses. In order to escape before the boy’s senses focused on him, he redirected Angelous' attention to the child whimpering at their feet.
Immediately Angelous pulled the little girl to the table and got to work healing her. Logan slipped out unnoticed.
He got settled on the floor outside the med lab and waited. His actions were staring to disturb him. First he raped Remy, then the pup, now he was purposefully avoiding the pup in order to bring him pain. So much for making it up to him.
He clipped a cigar and chewed on it while he waited. Chuck didn’t like it when he smoked in the manor.
Remy made his way down and sat next to him and together they watched mutant after mutant leave the med lab. Remy told Logan how Xavier had offered the rescued mutants sanctuary and education and how two families were talked out of pressing charges. “Who’d they arrest? They killed all of ‘em” Logan grunted.
Wolverine told Remy about the rescue/massacre, though he didn’t mention his still unhealed wound.
Remy was amused that the mutants eviscerated their captors. He said it was what he wished he’d been able to do to Creed after…
When Hank poked his head out and said “that’s the last of them.” They collected their mate and carried him home.
Angelous POV
Warmth surrounded me as I slowly regained alertness. I shifted my weight slightly and brushed up against warm skin on both sides. Breathing deeply, I identified the unique scent of spice and musk that could only come from Remy and Logan. Slowly I relaxed and took comfort in their presence. Usually they woke up as soon as I did and I couldn't risk observing them.
Remy's breathing was fast but regular, as though he couldn't completely relax even in his sleep. He curled around himself, but allowed his back to rest against me. The knowledge I pulled up from this vitals was almost instinctual. His muscles were over extended and bruised from his torturous overuse of them the day before. I decided not to heal them without his knowledge. He'd mentioned once that he sometimes enjoyed feeling the pain when he felt he earned it. It was after Wolverine had used him that he told me this, but I didn't want to risk this being the same.
Logan's breathing on my other side was so slow and deep I had to check to make sure he was actually breathing. As the knowledge collaborated in my brain I noticed a wound on his right thigh, one that was still bleeding.
His ability had pushed out the bullet but its path was still open and raw, even natural healing a normal would have shown after this many hours was suppressed. Since this was a battle wound rather then something like Remy's I decided to heal it as Logan slept.
I reached down so that I could put my hand directly over the bullets path and released the tension that held back my healing ability. The rush of golden glow made my arm break out in goose bumps. Usually, when I heal I not only know and influence the movements the body takes, but can feel them. It might be compared to the phenomenon phantom limb. Where an amputee's body creates signals to the brain to compensate for that missing limb, resulting in perceived sensation from an 'invisible' body part. I was able to 'feel' the resulting healing but not any pain. This time, I felt nothing. Not from my ability, not from my knowledge, nothing. The muscles surrounding the wound moved at my will, but the wound itself resisted my ability.
I whimpered and tried again, forcing more of my ability down my arms and into the wound. Again, nothing changed.
"Oh no." I whispered, knowing that if I couldn't perform my duties as a healer my owners might take it from my flesh. They had been so good, only that one time had they harmed me and Remy said it was more like a claiming.
Unfortunately my words woke both Remy and Logan and I cried out, "I'm sorry. Please let me try again!" Without waiting I forced everything I had including the odd white-silver power that pulsed under my skin. It rushed out of me and gathered over the wound. I could feel it tighten and consume some kind of energy that infected the wound and as it retreated the golden glow of my healing rushed in to replace it, effectively healing the tissues.
Relieved, I collapsed backwards on Remy's chest and was shocked at how weak I was. As I took inventory, the white-silver power hummed contentedly under my sternum and bubbled like stomach during gestation, as though ingesting whatever energy it consumed. My limbs were heavy and my muscles in an aggressively relaxed state. The usual awareness of all in the manor had condensed to just Remy and Logan and I.
"Pup. What was that?" Logan gruffed at me.
"I'm sorry. I don't' understand why it was so hard. I'll practice more. I promise it won't happen again."
Remy stopped my babbling with a finger on my lips.
"Ange we be concern'd for ye. What happn'?"
I didn't even consider hiding my shame from them. They had told me not to lie to them and even though I feared their punishment for my uselessness, I still wanted them to keep me. Maybe if I continued to tell the truth, the punishment wouldn't be so bad.
"I woke up and I noticed that Logan was injured and it wasn't healing so I thought I would do it before he woke up but it wasn't working. I
had to try really hard and I think my magic ate something that was on it. I didn't know that was going to happen though, but you're healed now right?"
"Yea pup. I'm all healed."
Logan let his hand fall on my head, a gesture of gruff affection that soothed my fears.
"Remy tinks we should go see Henri. Somat is no' right."
Logan nodded and I bit my lip. It was probably better that they got a second opinion, my abilities were obviously useless now. Perhaps if I pleased them before we left, I would remind them of my other uses and they wouldn't get rid of me.
I shyly put a hand on Logan's hip and rubbed my thumb up and down, something I'd seen Remy do when he was trying to entice. "I would like to please you before we go."
I looked up at Logan through my lashes, just like Kitty showed me but had to look away at the expression on his face.
Remy reached between us and cupped my penis and balls in one of his hands. I only just prevented myself from squirming against it by reminding myself that I would do anything to convince them to keep me.
"Non. 'e no' really in to it."
I swallowed hard, "Yes, please. Let me. I want to." Earnestly I begged Logan with my eyes and tried not to cry when he shook his head slowly. Fearfully I turned in Remy's arms and thrust my hips so my ass settled on his cock. He wasn't hard at all and I wiggled until I felt a slight twitch. I wasn't sure how to seduce, all the guards had always been already hard, but I was determined to make him so.
"Remy, Please. I want it so bad." I licked him on his neck from jaw to ear, like I had before. But it caused little reaction. His hands wrapped around my arms and pushed me off him.
The tears I'd been struggling to control slipped down my cheeks.
"Please. I'll be good, I'll be better. Don't get rid of me." I knew I had no right, couldn't heal, couldn't please, couldn't do anything. They had every right to get rid of me and find a better freak.
Remy's charm enveloped me but only warmed and didn't calm. They pressed against me from both sides while I sobbed into Remy's neck.
As my sobs calmed I heard Remy humming above the rush of his charm. His lips tickled my ear as they moved, but I couldn't make out any words.
"la Petite Biche,
ce Sera Toi, Si Tu Veux.
le Loup, On S'en Fiche.
contre Lui, Nous Serons Deux."
His voice was calm and soft and slow. Immediately awe enveloped me. I'd never heard something so amazingly beautiful. Only once in my life had any one ever sung to me, a female in the cages and her throat was immediately burned out when the guards found out.
When Remy realized my sobs stopped, he blushed and stopped singing. I smiled at him, knowing it would be inappropriate for me to ask him to continue.
"Didn't know ye could sing swamp rat."
"Ye never asked dis Cajun, cher."
I giggled and they turned their smiles on me. I dropped my head, but Logan stopped me with a forceful hand on my chin.
"We ain't never gunna get rid of ya pup. Ye'r ours now. Got it."
I swallowed and nodded, relieved that at least this time, they were going to keep me. Sure they made promises to keep me but anything could happen. Remy rolled his eyes at me and swatted my ass.
"Come, we gotta get ta Henri."
I shook with a jolt of realization that my fit could be harming Logan. I dressed in record time into the clothes not covered with blood and nearly pulled Logan into the Med Lab. When I pushed open the door, Blue wasn't in there.
"Blue!" I shouted as loud as I could.
When nothing happened I shouted it again.
"Who are ye call'n pup?" Logan asked, laughter and confusion in his voice.
"Blue! The Freak Doctor. He lives here doesn't he?"
Remy laughed and I blushed at my ignorance.
"Non ange, Henri? He has a room like Remy."
I blushed and looked at my feet, embarrassed by my ignorance. Did everyone have a room? Why didn't I?
Gently Remy pulled on my arm until I moved my feet. They guided me back the way we came. We met a half dressed Blue on the way and he asked questions as we walked back. For one reason or another, this crossing of floor already traveled made me nearly crazy. I yelled at Blue to do something, make him better.
Remy enveloped me in his charm but my white-sliver magic pushed it aside. He had to physically restrain me until we got to the med lab.
Blue pulled me up on the table but I screamed at him that it wasn't me but Logan. I ignored his odd face and pacifying comments as he pointed a light in my eyes and then struck me with a needle. I fought it, but eventually succumbed to the darkness.
An: The stories and songs in this story are not mine and I have no claim on them.
the song can be heard
you tube .com/watch?v=76bR2c3YRoA&feature=related
the full song is this.
que Me Chantait Ma Maman,
en Suçant Mon Pouce
j'écoutais En M'endormant.
cette Chanson Douce,
je Veux La Chanter Pour Toi
car Ta Peau Est Douce
comme La Mousse Des Bois.
la Petite Biche Est Aux Abois.
dans Le Bois, Se Cache Le Loup,
ouh, Ouh, Ouh Ouh !
mais Le Brave Chevalier Passa.
il Prit La Biche Dans Ses Bras.
la, La, La, La.
o Le Joli Conte Que Voilà,
la Biche, En Femme, Se Changea,
la, La, La, La
et Dans Les Bras Du Beau Chevalier,
belle Princesse Elle Est Restée,
eh, Eh, Eh, Eh
la Jolie Princesse
avait Tes Jolis Cheveux,
la Même Caresse
se Lit Au Fond De Tes Yeux.
cette Chanson Douce
je Veux La Chanter Aussi,
pour Toi, Ô Ma Douce,
jusqu'à La Fin De Ma Vie,
jusqu'à La Fin De Ma Vie.
{Variante Pour Les 2 Derniers:}
o Le Joli Conte Que Voilà,
la Biche, En Femme, Se Changea,
la, La, La, La
et Dans Les Bras Du Beau Chevalier,
belle Princesse Elle Est Restée,
a Tout Jamais
une Chanson Douce
que Me Chantait Ma Maman,
en Suçant Mon Pouce
j'écoutais En M'endormant.
cette Chanson Douce
je Veux La Chanter Aussi,
pour Toi, Ô Ma Douce,
jusqu'à La Fin De Ma Vie,
jusqu'à La Fin De Ma Vie.
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