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In the hands of fate	By : XMeikoX Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 17181 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 10
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Any of the Xmen movies/comics/Tv shows. I write for the pure pleasure of it and get no money from doing this.

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Harry tossed and turned on the cold metal floor he had learned to call a bed. He was in the middle of a nightmare. It was the same ones he had his whole life. He was in a crib, little unicorn and griffin toys flying over it in small circles. There was a yell from somewhere and a beautiful red haired woman with emerald eyes, so much like his eyes, looked down at him with a worried look. The door to the nursery was blasted open, making her turn away and he could hear her begging for her baby to be spared. There was a green flash and a horrifying scream before her begging stopped. By this time he had stood up from his lying position to look over the bars of the crib, she was lying prone on the nursery floor. A snake like man stepped over the woman’s body as he walked over to him, smiling a sadistic smile.

“To think sssuch a weak child could defeat me! Sssuch ssstupidity” He said in a voice that matched his snake-like appearance. “Good-bye Harry Potter!”

After that all he could remember was a green light flashing toward him and a pain on his forehead before he woke up with a scream.

Harry sat up, panting breathlessly. Logan was sitting up next to him, completely alert.

“Sorry…nightmare” Harry whispered hoarsely. They heard the lock on the door click. “Shit…” Harry knew he could heal, but he had already been to Dr. Fitzgerald’s lab earlier that day, and had been punished. He wasn’t sure how much his body could take before it would collapse. Three different guards came in. It seemed the lab only hired men with sadistic looks.

“Okay, who was screaming like a freakin monkey?” One of the guards asked, looking straight at Harry. It wasn’t unusual for him to wake up from a nightmare screaming. Harry was about to stand up and face his punishment, when Logan pushed him down.

“I did, dreamed of your ugly mug.” Logan said with a sneer. Harry just gapped at him. Not only had he taken the blame, but he had made it ten times worse by insulting the guard.

“What are you thinking?” Harry whispered into his ear as quiet as he could.

“I don’t like owing favors” Logan growled before standing up in a fighting stance. Harry sat there in shock as Logan lunged at the guards, getting a few punches in before he was shot with a dart gun.

“Damn monster is what this one is.” One of the guards yelled, kicking the fallen mutant. Harry watched on helplessly as they dragged him away, most likely to the ‘Play Lab’.

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Logan groaned as he was tossed back into the metal cage. His punishment had lasted a few hours after the bastards realized he could heal like Harry could. His body hurt like a bitch. He didn’t even realized Harry was sitting next to him until he felt a gentle hand rub some stray blood off his cheek.

“Logan…are you awake?” He heard Harry ask quietly to his left. He managed to sit up, with the younger mutants help.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.” He grumbled, rubbing his sore neck.

“You idiot! Why did you do that?” He turned when he heard Harry sniffle. Tears were rolling down the dark haired youth’s cheeks. “Now they know…about your healing…”

Logan smiled gently, grabbing Harry’s chin and bringing his face close enough to where he could lick off the tears. Harry blushed, but didn’t move away. This kid just brought out the wild, animalistic side of him. It was strange, but felt nice in a way.

“Stop with the crying. It won’t do any good.” Logan whispered, pulling Harry into his chest, lying down. “Now go to bed. It has to be at least four am by now and those bastards will probably wake us up again at five or six.”

Harry nodded, snuggling into the other’s chest. None of the other mutants had been this nice. To be truthful, they had all made Harry keep his guard up. Logan was different though. He didn’t make Harry want to sleep in the opposite corner. It was almost as if he craved his attention. ‘I wonder what this feeling is?’ Harry thought before falling asleep.

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Just as Logan said, the guards woke them up again around five, only giving them about an hour of sleep. Harry was pulled to a lab, half asleep while Logan snarled at the guards, being taken in the opposite direction then Harry. He tried to get their hands off him, but to no avail. Every time he thought he had an edge they would literally shock the hell out of him with some kind of hand held gun.

“What do you bastards want with us anyway?!” He snarled out angrily. The guards only chuckled at his struggling.

“We’re just trying to find a cure, freak.” One said, as they entered a door labeled, ‘Lab 16’. Logan growled deep in his throat. He remembered what Harry had told him so far about the labs. As the lab number went up, so did the intensity of the experiments in those labs. The highest number the younger mutant had been to was twenty four. It was some Dr. Fitzgerald, if Logan’s memory was right. That wasn’t much to say about him though. He had lost all of his memory not too long ago. Couldn’t remember anything for the life of him, nor how he got to some strange island.

These labs looked familiar though. Maybe the island he had woken up on was some kind of lab as well? He wondered to himself. He glared at the nerd coming at him with a tray full of different size needles with multiple number of different color liquids in them. Another growl came from deep in his chest.

This was NOT going to be fun.

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Lights flashed and noises beeped at him as he looked around blurrily. He remembered being taken away to one of the labs, opposite of Logan, but that was about it. He squinted over to his left, seeing a strange machine hooked up to his arm.

“Don’t even think of trying to pull it out.” A loud voice said a little bit away from him, making him blink in confusion. His head just felt so jumbled and clouded. “Head fuzzy?” The voice asked. Harry nodded as best as he could. His body didn’t seem to want obey him at all.

“Sir, it seemed the test came out as positive.” Another voice said. This one made his head hurt at how high pitch it was. It was probably a woman. Every time he got a new cage mate that was female, he always felt like he wanted to pound his head into the wall. Their voices were always so high pitch and the whining. It was like they were the only ones in the lab that were going through anything bad. Even the guards were a bit easier on them so they wouldn’t have to hear them whine.

“Good, good. He seems to be processing very well. Soon he will be ready to present to the board.” The loud voice, who Harry figured was a man, guessing by the voice, said with a chuckle. A growl escaped the mutant’s throat at the strange chuckle. A laugh or a chuckle was never good in the lab.

“When do you want to start the next set of research?” God, the high pitch voice was back. He had hoped she wouldn’t speak again. Nails on a chalk board would be more appealing then that nonsense of a voice.

“We will have to wait for the entire test to be confirmed to be positive on when to continue the experiment. For now, we continue to conduct the minor research needed.” The loud voice said before Harry felt a pinch on his arm, and all his senses dulled to nothing.

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Logan groaned as he was tossed back into the cage. In all his years, he had never felt so violated. Well, he couldn’t really say that. He couldn’t really remember ‘all his years’ but he doubted he had ever been treated like that. Lab rats were probably treated better than he had then. They took so many samples, it was ridiculous. Why in the hell would a lab need a semen sample? It was crazy.

He huffed as he grumbled to himself. Harry didn’t seem to have returned yet. He didn’t know if that was a good or bad sign. He hadn’t really been here long enough to figure out the good and bad signs. Hell, he wasn’t even sure if this damn place had good or bad signs. He just hoped the younger male was okay. For some reason, he felt protective over the other mutant. Maybe it was because he had never really had a companion? Well, he couldn’t really….

“Damn memory loss” He mumbled to himself as the doors to their cage started to open slowly. He quickly got into the corner. He was tired enough. He didn’t feel like playing anyone’s punching bag.

“Deciding to be a good freak now?” One of the guards laughed, making Logan growl angrily. He was about to say something back, punishment be damned, but one of the other guards spoke up.

“Come on, we got to dump this one off and get the freak in B2” The other said making the first guard glare with a nod. They threw Harry in the middle of the small room before leaving.

As soon as the doors closed, Logan moved closer to the teen.

“Hey, kid.” When he didn’t get a response, he tried again. “Hey kid. You alive?”

Harry groaned, pulling his hands to cover his ears.

“Stop talking so loud” He whispered, groaning again at his own voice. Obviously, his senses hadn’t returned to normal from whatever the doctors had given him.

“What are you talking about? I’m practically whispering!” Logan said in an annoyed, hushed voice. He felt kind of bad when the younger mutant whimpered, curling up into a ball.

Harry felt like his head was about to explode. Did they put a bomb in his brain?! He wondered when another jolt of pain went through his head. He squeaked in surprise when he was pulled into a warm chest and a hand started to rub his back. He looked up at Logan, a look of confusion on his face. Logan just shrugged, looking away. Harry smiled lightly, before snuggling himself into the other’s arms. This was…nice.
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