5423Fic: The Pack(3/4) Logan/Yuriko, Marie, Hank [AU, R]
- Nov 6, 2003In a dark AU, Logan, his lady
love, and their friends fight
for a better world.
Title: The Pack
Author: Pat Phillips
Rating & characters:
Logan/Yuriko, Marie, Hank
I don't own the characters of Logan,
Yuriko, Marie, or Hank. Instead, they
are the property of Marvel Comics.
Likewise, I've used some concepts from
the "World of Darkness" role-playing game.
That game system is the property of the
White Wolf game company.
As a firm believer in property rights,
it's only reasonable that I specify that
my use of these characters and concepts
should in no way be interpreted as a
threat to their actual ownership by the
All of my fan fiction, including this story,
is a not-for-profit venture. After all, when
you get down to it, who would pay for this
This is an AU which is a crossover between
the movie version of the X-Men and a cut-
down version of the "World of Darkness"
role-playing game background. It's a sequel
to my other fic, "X-V".
Yuriko and Logan unrolled a mat and a sleeping bag and put them on
the camper floor, next to their own bed. Despite the strangeness of
the situation, Marie found herself having her first sound night's
sleep since Cody died.
Early in the morning, Logan left the camper. The man was incredibly
quiet, but in the cramped quarters inside the camper there was no way
Marie could miss the sudden blast of cold air as the door opened and
"Yuriko?" whispered Marie.
"Where did Logan go?"
"To talk with friends. You'll meet some of them tomorrow."
"OK. Umm, if you don't mind my asking, are you and Logan married?"
"When did you get married?"
"Fifteen years ago. You could say it was a white wedding. Go to
sleep, Marie. You need the rest."
Marie closed her eyes again and was soon asleep.
The next morning, Marie helped Yuriko tidy up the camper. Then
Yuriko introduced a slightly scandalized Marie to the concept of a
Waiting outside while Yuriko bathed, Marie found herself enduring the
attention of the two wolves. Mac was standoffish. He sniffed Marie
once, decided that she wasn't of interest, and retreated to his
position under the truck. Heather was more interested in making
friends. By the time Yuriko exited the camper, Heather had her head
in Marie's lap while Marie scratched her back and ears. Mac watched
enviously, but refused to submit himself to the attentions of a
Yuriko got out of the truck and frowned at Mac, whose nose was poking
out from under the truck, "No wonder you and Logan get along so
well. Similar personalities."
Mac wuffed and retreated further under the truck.
"Let's get some breakfast," said Yuriko over her shoulder as she
strode to the bar. Marie caught up while Heather returned to a
Another wolf appeared out of the nearby tree-line. He was even
bigger than Mac.
"Hello, Colin," said Yuriko absently when she saw him.
The wolf walked them to the door of the bar. He watched them enter
and then turned and vanished back into the trees.
Marie looked a Yuriko, "Another friend?"
"We have a lot of them around here. In fact, Logan tends to get
along better with them than he does with most people."
"Yuriko!" someone yelled across the bar.
Turning her head, Yuriko smiled at that sight of a man who was waving
at them from a far table.
"Here's someone you should meet," she said to Marie.
The man stood as the two women approached.
"Marie this is Dr. Henry McCoy. Hank, this is Marie."
"Charmed," said Hank is a deep voice as Marie made a polite
response. Hank was a big man in his early thirties. He weighed well
over two hundred and fifty pounds. At first glance, someone might
easily make the mistake of assuming he was overweight. But Marie
quickly noticed that Hank simply had a massive build. A pair of
diminutive reading glasses rested on his large, square face.
The table was piled high with books, magazines, and food. With a
hand almost twice as big was would be expected, Hank pulled the
paperwork out of the way and stuffed all of it into a large
briefcase. Marie raised her eyebrows as she caught a glance of what
Hank was reading. It mostly appeared to be medical in nature. And
it was all related to blood or diseases of the blood.
"Watcha have, darlings?" asked an elderly waitress as she poured
"The usual," answered Yuriko.
"I'll just have some toast," said Marie, mentally counting pocket
"She'll have steak and eggs. The steak well done. The eggs over
easy. Hashbrowns. Milk and orange juice," said Yuriko to the
Marie frowned, "Yuriko, you can't..."
"Yes, I can. Shut up, Marie," said Yuriko imperturbably.
Hank smiled the Marie, "Remember, Yuriko is the reasonable one."
Marie pulled a face. For the first time in a long while, she looked
Hank studied the young girl, his eyes focusing on the mostly healed
bite marks on Marie's throat. He glanced at Yuriko, who nodded
"Y'all can just stop with all the subtlety," said Marie irritably,
her accent broadening somewhat. "Yes, I got bit by a blood-sucker,
"Usually, it's best not to discuss these things anywhere but in
private, Marie. Because of that we've all acquired some very
cautious habits," said Yuriko quietly.
Hank looked at Marie and nodded in agreement.
Logan entered the bar, glanced around, and then walked over to where
the others were seated. He kissed Yuriko from behind, on the top of
her head and then slid into a chair next to her.
"How does it look?" asked Hank.
"Got a report from Devil's Flat. There's trouble coming up the
road. Six of 'em -- with a lot of their thugs. I figure they're
after Marie here," said Logan as he examined a menu.
Marie's mouth went dry. She had passed through Devil's Flat just
Yuriko put a comforting hand on Marie's shoulder and squeezed. Logan
put down the menu, glanced up at Marie, and said, "Don't worry,
honey, we'll protect you. You have my word on that."
Marie looked into Logan's compelling eyes and nodded in response. It
was good to no longer be alone.
"We'll take care of those bastards," continued Logan. "But we'll
need your help."
Marie nodded again. Yes, it was really good to no longer be alone.
The hunters had no choice but to wait for nightfall. But they knew
they could cover the distance from Devil's Flat to Laughlin City
quickly. A winter night in Northern Alberta is very long, so they
would have plenty of time to hunt down their target, capture or kill
her, and then retreat back to Devil's Flat.
None of the six hunters or their ghoul servants particularly wanted
to be this far north. The north had always been a dangerous place
for their kind. There were too many things up here that were willing
to fight vampires. All in all, the Clans were perfectly willing to
forget about the more isolated regions of the earth. They preferred
cities, with their almost limitless feeding opportunities, incredible
wealth, and many places to hide.
Devil's Flat was safe. Laughlin City was near the edge of the
dangerous zone. But in the last few years, more than a few vampires
had been exterminated in northern towns that had been
considered "safe" right up until the moment that their Kindred were
A response to the situation in the north was being contemplated by
the combined clans. A response that would settle the issue for all
time. But inter-clan politics was making a coordinated response
If the hunters had been given a choice, they would have preferred to
wait for the day that the clans finally sterilized the north. But
the choice was not theirs to make. One of their clan had been killed
by one of the cattle. She had then fled northwards. The clan elders
felt that she must be found and destroyed as soon as possible. There
was a question of the clan's honor and reputation to consider. The
other clans were watching.
The hunters were far from being the first soldiers in history to be
risked for a mediocre-to-poor reason. And like so many others
throughout history, they obeyed orders.
A reconnaisance team of ghouls were sent north first.
Marie and Yuriko spent the hours before nightfall very obviously
enjoying each others company in the bar. Yuriko drank a tremendous
amount of beer, but showed no sign of drunkenness. Marie stuck to
Outside, the wolves all quietly vanished. One second they were
there. The next second, they were gone without a trace. Nobody was
A small hand-radio rested on the table near Yuriko's hand. It was
one of a model typically only issued to an anti-terrorism
organization that the Canadian government called "Joint Taskforce
Two". Several sets of the radios had wandered out of government
control over the last few years. Like a lot of other interesting
equipment that the United States and Canadian governments would
dearly like to find, the radios had ended up under Logan's control.
The radio would beep every now and then. No words were ever spoken --
just coded messages. Yuriko seemed to ignore the radio, but Marie
"So you've only known about your mutation for the last two weeks,
Marie?" asked Yuriko.
Marie nodded, one slim finger tracing the rim of her coffee cup.
The radio beeped softly in a short pattern. Yuriko glanced at the
window. It wasn't sunset yet. Then she looked over Marie's shoulder
towards the door to the bar.
"And so far, you have no control at all over your power?" continued
"No. None," said Marie.
Yuriko frowned and took a sip from her drink. Marie was a facing a
very lonely life if nothing could be done for her.
"I'm sorry," she said finally.
Marie shrugged, saying nothing, her eyes bleakly staring into her
The radio beeped a short signal just before two men entered the bar.
At first glance, they were very ordinary. Oh, they looked rougher
than the average man. But the north generated more than it's share
of that type.
The two men sat at a nearby table and ordered food and coffee. And
all the time, neither one of them gave even the slightest glance in
the direction of the two very attractive women at the nearby table.
"Perhaps too well trained," thought Yuriko to herself.
The reconnaissance team reported success. They had found the girl.
As the last sliver of daylight fled, the hunters stirred and gathered
their ghouls together.
Weapons were checked, loaded, and rechecked. Vehicles were
prepared. Plans were reviewed and re-examined. Meanwhile, local and
provincial police forces received difficult-to-trace orders that
pulled them away from Laughlin City and the highway between Laughlin
City and Devil's Flat.
Once everything was in place, the vampires and their servants headed
north in a group of three vehicles.
None of the hunters saw the young man who observed them from a nearby
hilltop. As the convoy pulled out of town, he radioed the