"I missed you" Dylan confessed as she nestled into Victor, enjoying the closeness of their bodies and unison of their deep breaths. She twitched in shock when she heard him reply, Dylan thought Victor was asleep.

"Mm" He mumbled.

Dylan inclined back and looked at his face, hitting him lightly when she saw a satisfied smirk plaster over his face. "I thought you were sleeping" She yelled at the sneaky man, squealing when his arm returned her to original close proximity.

"I was" Victor stated, kneading her side with his claws. Dylan remained silent for a moment and kept staring at her company, analysing Creed's features as though he would vanish in a quick moment.

"I need food" Dylan said declaratively when her stomach groaned, Victor mumbled begrudgingly at her wriggling away but let her go, smirking again when she added, "I'll make lots". The girl was always so eager to please.

Content with her decision, apprehension and the tension built up inside Dylan had left and she trotted happily into her kitchen. Quickly she started to drag ingredients from the fridge and place them on the counter.

Opening the cellophane containers she plucked out cold meat and laid it atop the searing hot grill, stepping back as the contact resulted in a deep sizzling. As she fried, eggs, sausages and bacon, beans bubbled with lava globules of air pushing to the top of the saucepan and bread stood waiting in the toaster.

Waiting for it all to cook was a hassle and one again Dylan's stomach trembled with anger; she held it to try and soothe the pangs of hunger but decided to keep it occupied by eating an apple. She chose the greenest one from the bowl of fruit and began to slice it into thin crisps, eating each one after the knife subsequently cut the fruit into segments.

Dylan gasped suddenly, she had sliced too eagerly and the sharp knife had cut into the soft flesh of her palm. She transferred the fruit into her other hand, clutching it in the same hand that held the knife. Blood was seeping from the wound and Dylan didn't want the liquid to tinge her snack with a coppery tang.

She brought the cut to her lips and delicately traced the wound with her tongue, licking away the excess blood and covering the incision. As she brought her hand away, her eyes inspected it.

In disbelief Dylan squinted, narrowing her eyes to make sure she wasn't imagining what was happening. Either side of the wound was slowly, very slowly moving to meet the other, kitting together to seal up the small cut.

There's wasn't a mark on her skin.

Dylan jolted back and dropped both the fruit and knife to the floor with a clatter, she held the now healed hand in front of her and pushed herself into the counter, leaning away from it. "Holy shit" She breathed out in a small, barely audible whisper.

After a moment, Dylan turned down the heat on the cooking food, lashed around to pick up the discarded knife and raced into the bedroom.

"Victor!" She hollered desperately before she entered the bedroom, Dylan locked eyes with his bolt upright tense body and she ran in with wide eyes, desperately holding the knife in a clenched fist.

"What the hell are you doing?" Victor yelled at her, immediately spying the weapon in her hand, he wrenched it from her hand as Dylan marched forward and held it intentionally against her forearm.

The palms of Victor's hands grabbed Dylan's shoulders steady as she began to breathe quicker, the laboured breaths coming out in a rapid succession. He shook her briefly. "Answer me Dylan. What the hell is wrong?"

Dylan tried to slow her breathing but thoughts were racing through her head and she only managed to stammer out, "Cut me".

Victor wrinkled his brow in confusion and asked Dylan what she meant again, believing he misheard her. "Cut me!" Dylan shouted more urgently as she looked at him desperately. Victor scowled and took one hand of her shoulder, the talons extended slowly.

The soft skin of her collar bone relinquished against the firmness of his touch and quickly the nail of Victor's thumb nicked the skin in a slight curved scratch. His eyes and Dylan's own watched as the skin bled for a brief moment and then weaved together seamlessly again.

The deep green of Dylan's eyes went back to look analytically at Victor's expressionless face, he was just staring at the cut, or rather the skin where a cut had been a moment ago.

"Well?" She begged, trying to get an idea of what was going on.

"The gene worked" Victor stated still looking at her collarbone rather than Dylan's face. Dylan closed her eyes to try and calm down, so the gene, the gene to regenerate and heal her body had successfully manifested itself.

'Mutant' Dylan's inner monologue taunted. She shook her head, silently arguing with the voice. Never had she thought less of anyone because they genes were different, but it didn't stop a little worm of doubt crawl into her head.

In spite of herself, Dylan's little voice piped up with,

"Do you still want me?"

Victor was pulled from the frozen stare he set up and snapped his eyes to Dylan's, narrowing them as though it was the most stupid thing he'd ever had to hear.

He said nothing at first, but then his face angled and he inclined down. Submissively Dylan arched her head away from him, exposing the tight flesh of the side of her neck. Victor bit down sharply, twitching his lips into a smile when Dylan gasped.

His mouth lingered there before he pulled away and licked his lips in satisfaction,

"You still taste of it" Victor savoured with his eyes shut complacently.

"What?" Dylan asked intrigued as she rubbed the remaining red blood stains from her skin, wondering what Victor was talking about.

"Sweet" He said gradually, "…like strawberry jam"

Well there you have it; 'Strawberry Jam' is complete!

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