I've had this idea floating around for a while…and I finally got off my butt, did some research and started the thing.

So, tell me what you think and depending on the reviews I might add it to my "work load".

Disclaimer: I own nothing! Except the idea that made this story!

Summary: Spiderman's life is in shambles, He's alone, and feels unwanted but continues to keep his promise. During a fight with the known mutant Sabertooth, both are taken by an alien war lord into space where they are forced to become his slaves. But even so far from home, Spiderman finds that not all is hopeless and that all his suffering is finally paying off.

Warning: Future Slash, don't like don't read. And if you read anyway, and don't like slash, don't flame me because I won't hesitate to flame right back!

Anyway, read, enjoy, and review!

"The ultimate choice for a man, in as much as he is given to transcend himself, is to create or destroy, to love or to hate." -Enrich Fromm-

It was a beautiful morning; the sun rose steady in the sky, and atop one of the city's largest skyscrapers, sat one of New York's most notorious masked heroes. The red and blue spandex clad web slinger known as Spiderman, watched the sunrise with a heavy heart. To this lone hero, the world was a cruel and unforgiving place. But for all his experiences, no one could blame him. He was hated and loved and hated again.

As Spiderman, his enemies wanted him dead and his "allies" with the exception of Daredevil, didn't trust him, they didn't know what was fact or fiction when in regards to him. He was an enigma that no one could understand, that no one could get close to understand. Then there was the great S.H.I.E. L.D organization with Nick Fury, who would want nothing more than to have him as a soldier or his DNA to make clones to be soldiers, so dead or alive, they wanted him either way. Joy to the world for the day somebody got lucky and managed to finish off the annoying spider.

As Peter Parker, life also sucked. He was failing all his classes, no surprise there, Gwen and Mary Jane, and everyone else didn't trust him, hardly spoke to him outside of class. There was like a deep unsettling tension that didn't exist before. He had little luck finding a job that he could keep without compromising his time as Spiderman. But Peter also knew that his time as Spiderman intervened into his normal life so much, that Peter had subconsciously pulled away from everyone. So, basically everything was his fault, Peter's and Spiderman's fault. But he couldn't just stop being Spiderman.

Spiderman and Peter was a one man team trying to live two different lives. Peter was just another face on the street, another soul who could be broken. But Spiderman was untouchable, unbreakable. When Peter put on the mask, he became Spiderman, and Peter ceased to exist for the time being. They were afraid of what would happen should they acknowledge they were one and the same. After all, Spiderman represented more than just another mask hero, at least to Peter anyway. To Peter, Spiderman stood for that dark essence buried within every human being. The one that allowed a person to kill without remorse, the one that allowed a person to survive against all odds, instinct, primal, raw and unfiltered, give such a thing a mind, and you have something more terrifying than a monster, something that Peter and Spiderman refused to think about.

Still, despite all the hardship, all the injuries, and the isolation, he still believed that he was doing the right thing. This life was hard, yeah, but he knew there were people, normal people, who had it worse. So, he didn't complain. Spiderman just took a deep breath, counted himself lucky with what he had, and kept it moving. The one good thing that Spiderman could see was the chance to go deeper into the crime world than he had previously.

He especially liked it when Daredevil joined him; he didn't feel so alone on those nights. Spiderman guessed the red hero didn't approve of his status among the others but being a loner himself; he didn't push their opinions to change. So, Daredevil decided to ignore them, their attempts to bring him into their fold, make him one of them. Spiderman was secretly happy that the man would rather stay by his side than join the others. He also enjoyed the nights when Daredevil would take him back to his place for food and safe place to sleep. All things considered, the red hero's place was practically the only place he thought was safe. That was saying a lot. But at least he had someone to help him.

Yet, even with Daredevil's help, it was dangerous, he had heard of the types of things that go on, had seen firsthand what some of it was like. That was why he was doing it, because he could, he was able to go in and get out with as little as damage as possible. It was also why he was wanted by a number of major criminal and government heads. Spiderman's powers made him a powerful opponent and would make him an even more dangerous asset. But Spiderman had become paranoid about his blood and that paranoia had spread to Peter. So, there was, unless because of circumstance, no chance of anyone getting spider like clones, ever!

He had started off small, going for the drug dealers, the muggers, and then he gradually escalated; going after murderers, kidnappers, slave buyers, rapists, and then going after the system. If it was one thing Spiderman knew, it was that the criminal world was as complex as the justice system and it was also just as flawed. The previous night, he had gotten a tip that there was an illegal fighting club in the city where the loser was killed and then tossed out into the street like yesterdays trash to be found by random passersby. That would be where he was going tonight. But for now, with the sun shining on him and chasing away the chill, Spiderman allowed himself the chance the feel at peace.

Several hours later, Spiderman found himself attached to a tree in Central Park and looking across the street to a building sitting innocently in the dead of night. It was time to go in…

He had gone in through the roof and had worked his way down. He could hear a match going on as he inched his way inside. There in front of him, was a ring, surrounded by dozens of people, cheering and booing, but the fighters looked like rabid animals. Their bodies were covered in sweat and blood, the skin on their knuckles was bloodied and torn, piece of bone showing. One was breathing hard, sounded like a cracked rib or a possible punctured lung, both bad, and a sure sign that he was weak. It was time to make an entrance, his muscles tightened, ready to spring-danger!

Spiderman snapped his head to the side just as the wall on the other side of the room, and just as his spider sense foretold, before the dust had cleared, charged a familiar enraged blond feral. Spiderman didn't waste time, he ignored the screaming and shouting, he headed straight for Sabertooth and tackled him to the side right as he was about to gut one of the fighters.

He immediately jumped away to avoid the feral's claws but stayed within the blonde's line of sight to keep the danger on himself. Spiderman took in the blonde's appearance, ragged clothing consisting of faded jeans and a black shirt that somehow fit-does he get his cloths tailored? - Combat boots that looked like they hurt, and his signature trench coat. Spiderman also noticed that said blonde feral was not so, well, blonde! In fact, all of his hair was gone, well not all of it, he wasn't bald, no, he looked like he had cut off his blonde mane and the excess hair from his face, except for the side burns, and he looked pretty human(1). Damn, he thought, Saber cleans up good! Of course, it was all ruined by the insane look in the feral's eyes.

Said feral quickly charged and relying heavily on his instinct and spider sense, Spiderman dodged each enraged attack. Deciding to play safe, he didn't taunt the mutant, he could somewhat predict an enraged Wolverine but an enraged Sabertooth was unknown territory. That was the main difference between the two ferals, one could not control himself when he went, well, feral, and the other was being controlled by his feral side. Spiderman had heard that Sabertooth got a fix from another mutant to stay sane for a few periods at a time. The web slinger could only guess that the cause for the mutant's unfortunate circumstance was due to his encounter with Sinister.

Spiderman didn't waste his time trying to land any hits, why should he? The mutant would just heal himself and land a few blows of his own that would hurt. So, he dodged the attacks coming at him while strategically moving outside and toward the park that should be deserted at this time of night. After he got him there, well, Spiderman was sure some form of inspiration would help him win one over the enraged mutant, like hopefully a tranquilizer with enough power to knock out a herd of elephants.

Unknown to the two, they had a very avid audience. One that took in every detail of the two fighters, one that massive compared to his counterpart, who was for lack of a better word lithe as was made obvious with every move that could only be desribed as fluid. Watching the two move, the watcher took note of what the smaller of the two was doing, and made an appreciative sound at the fighter's actions. Yet, still, the watcher watched the pair with an unhealthy look in his eye. The larger one moved like an unstable animal, that could be fixed easily, and the smaller one would make an excellent addition. Unfortunately, the watcher was interrupted from his musing from a voice to his right.

"My Lord, we should be returning. Any longer and the others shall take notice of our…rest stop."

"Yes, we shall be leaving…but we'll be taking a few souvenirs back with us."

"My Lord? Is that wise, the others strictly forbid-"

"Be silent and don't question me," he hissed to the voice, "the others won't take notice of them due to their appearance. Now, tell the captain the situation and tell him to make it fast. As you said any longer and our stop will be noticed."

"Yes, my Lord."

The fighters in question were too preoccupied noticed the exchange. Spiderman had reached a road block, how to stop an enraged Sabertooth? He honestly didn't know. But apparently, he wouldn't need to, because just as he had managed to avoid another swipe at his head, his spider sense went off, telling him that danger was…everywhere!

Then the world turned black and Spiderman entered oblivion…

(1)-Yes, I'm talking about Victor Creed from Origins, not that there is anything wrong with the blonde mane of hair, but I prefer Saber to look clean and deadly at the same time! xD

So, what do you think? Come one, review!