Summery: Different version of Ron. X-Men Evolution Style.

Disclaimer: I do not own Victor, Logan, or the X-Men. I own Ron and Helen.

Rated: T

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Sabretooth's Daughter Ch. 1

Victor was in the kitchen and opened the fridge, looking for something. He sniffed around and found it. His beer. He popped the top off with a clawed finger and took a swig. He then turned around found his daughter looking up at him. She had his blonde hair with black streaks, one eye sky blue, and the other red like Sabretooth's. She had cat ears, tail, and teeth she got from him and was born with. She also had clawed fingers like Sabretooth. Victor had adamantium laced claws, but his daughter thankfully didn't. Victor and his human wife, Helen, didn't understand why their daughter, Ron, didn't look more like Helen.

Victor watched his three year old daughter look to the other side of the big kitchen. There was a normal sized rat near the kitchen door that leads to the backyard. Ron sprinted and grasped the rat. It squirmed in her grasp and with a flick of her hand the rat's neck snapped and it died instantly. Victor set his beer on the island, walked over to Ron, and knelt beside her as she was going to take a bite out of it.

"Ya need ta skin it first, cub." Victor took the rat and skinned some of the fur off from it. He handed it back to his daughter. "Here, Veronica."

He smirked as Ron carved the rest of the fur off and devoured the meat off from the bones. He liked to eat meat raw, too. Tasted better that way. She ate the whole thing, including the insides except the bones. Her face was covered with blood and she was licking the blood off her hands. Victor picked up the bones, threw them away, and wet a couple paper towels to clean his daughter's face. She was his kid. His young. His cub.
He turned around and his his eyes widen and his jaw dropped. His daughter was sitting on the island gripping his beer bottle. But she was drinking from it. He dashed to her and snatched the bottle from her hands.

"NO!" He set the bottle down by the sink. "That is bad, Ron! You do not do that!" he yelled. "You could freakin' do something to yourself!"

Tears started falling down her cheeks and she was sniffling. The anger faded away from Victor's face. He lifted his daughter off from the island and cradled her in his strong arms. He lost it. Again. This was the second time he'd done it. The first time was worse. He was home alone with Ron and she climbed onto the counter while he was in the other room. She wanted something and fell. He ran over to her with great speed and caught her. He lost it then and he did it again now.

"I'm sorry, cub," he said, softly. It was all he could say. "You just can't have that. Not for another twenty years."

Ron nodded her head and Victor set her back down on the island and cleaned the blood off her face and hands. It didn't work well, so he took her upstairs to the bathroom. He filled started filling the tub with water and Ron dumped a whole bottle of soap into the tub. Soon the tub was full and Victor turned off the steaming hot water. The bubbles from the soap made a huge pile of bubbles everywhere. Ron got out of her footy pjs and into the tub. She splashed around in it, causing the bubbles to go everywhere. Victor rolled up his sleeves and grabbed a washcloth and knelt beside the tub. He dunk it in the tub water cleaned Ron with it.

As he did, Victor smiled at the thought of Ron's first kill that he witnessed earlier that morning. He was proud of his cub. When he found out that Helen was pregnant, Victor thought he wasn't cut out for the job of being a father. He didn't know anything about taking care of kids. He knew nothing about being a parent, much less a good one, but he's been bringing her up the best he knew how since Helen was away all the time. He thought he was doing pretty damn good so far except for losing his temper twice.

Victor got all the blood off from his daughter and put the cloth in the sink. He then grabbed another one. He filled a cup with water and grabbed shampoo to wash some of the blood out that got into her long blonde/black hair. Victor poured the water on her head and started scrubbing it. He gave his daughter the cloth to cover her eyes to make sure that no soap would get into them and rinsed her hair. Once he was done, Ron shook her head like a dog would, making her father a little wet. He chuckled and grabbed a bath mat from under the sink and put it in front of the tub.

"Time to get out, cub," he grabbed a towel.
Ron climbed out and Victor wrapped his somewhat tall daughter in the very large towel carried her to her room. He set her down on her bed and found some clothes that Helen bought for Ron and showed them to her. They were a shirt, jeans, underwear, and were extremely pink. Her eyes widened and she slowly shook her head. Victor chuckled as Ron took the clothes from him and put them back in the drawer. She pulled out blue clothes instead. Victor helped her dress. She couldn't pull the shirt over her head.

"It's stuck!" Ron said tugging at the shirt.

Victor pulled it on the rest of the way.

"Where's Mama, Dad?" Ron asked. "She's been gone long time."

"Mama's workin', cub," Victor said, picking his daughter up. "She'll be back soon."

Victor took Ron downstairs. She played with his sideburns, her tiny fingers running through them. She called them "face fuzz". He set her down on the island as he cleaned the blood from Ron's kill off from the kitchen floor.

"What do ya want for lunch, cub?" Victor put the blood covered paper towels in the trash. "Ya can have whatever ya want," he said.

"Eat out," she said.

Victor looked at Ron for a moment. He didn't really like going out into town since his brother is looking for him after what he did to Logan. He shrugged off the thought and grabbed his car keys.

"Let's go," he said.

Soon they were heading into town in Victor's truck. He pulled up to the nearest diner and parked the car. He unbuckled Ron from her car seat and they headed into the diner. A black haired woman took them to a booth. He was thankful that this small town likes mutants. There were a few mutants with physical mutations like Ron and everyone liked them. The woman ordered their drinks.

"What can I get ya and yer daughter?" the waitress asked.

"Two root beers," Victor said. He almost ordered a beer and he wasn't suppose to drink them around Ron because she might try one. That already happened and he didn't want that to happen again.
The woman left and brought them the root beers a few minutes later. She gave them menus and returned a few minutes later.

"What would you like to eat?"

Victor ordered him and his cub two burgers and a little bit later their food came out. The ate in silence and after half an hour Ron was feeling sleepy. She rubbed her eyes and yawned. Victor payed for their meals and carried Ron out to the truck. He drove home and glanced at his sleeping cub before looking back at the road. People thought that Victor's other side, Sabretooth, was a psychopathic killer. He didn't want Sabretooth to resurface. Didn't want that side to take over. He was feral, but the feral side was a lot worse when Sabretooth took over. He wondered what Ron's life would be like if that side took control of him.

Victor arrived at his home and took Ron inside. He set her on her bed and went to his own room. He had been killing off the rest of Team X for the past year before he killed Silver Fox. He only had one more team member to kill and he was going to do it tonight. Later that evening Helen still hadn't returned home from work. That meant that Victor had to cook him and Ron dinner. And he wasn't one for cooking. The only thing he make was water. That's how Helen put it. He tried to help every she cooked, but she wouldn't let him. He even thought about begging on his knees, but he wasn't the kind of person that would do that.

Victor had no choice tonight. He had to cook something. Anything. Victor searched the freezer to find some TV dinners. He found a Kid's Cuisine and popped it in the oven for Ron. She had come downstairs and smelled the air. Something was in the oven. Something was burning, too. The smoke alarms started going off and Ron heard Victor curse a blue streak and she ran to the kitchen. She was laughing at Victor's cursing blue streak.

"Son of a bitch!" Victor yelled, setting the burnt TV dinner on the counter.

"BITCH!" Ron squealed, happy about the new word she learned.

"Oh, shit," Victor blurted as he turned around. He just taught his three year old to swear, but it was a bad swear.

"BITCH SHIT!" Ron yelled.

He cursed and mentally kicked himself. He didn't mean to swear the second time. He had to get Ron to stop saying bitch before Helen got home. He tossed the TV dinner away and got Ron and himself some cereal instead. Ron climbed onto the stool in front of the island and he gave Ron the bowl of Frosted Flakes. He sat down and started eating.

"Daddy, what does 'bitch' mean?" Ron asked.

"It's another word to call a female dog," Victor answered.

"What does 'shit' mean?" she asked as she finished the cereal.

"It doesn't matter what it means," Victor said. "Ya can't say the new words ya just learned."

"Why?"

"'Cause yer mum would not be a happy camper," Victor said.

"Okay, Dad," Ron said.

"I'm home!" Helen called. She entered the kitchen putting her white cane away.

"Hi, darlin'!" Victor called.

"Mommy!" Ron jumped from the stool. "I learned new words!"

"What are the words?"

"BITCH SHIT!" Ron yelled.

Helen looked through her dark glasses at where Victor's voice came from. She took them off, revealing her grey/white eyes. She didn't need to see to know the guilty look on Victor's face. She glared at him, giving him a murderous look. She told Ron to leave the room. Ron did.

"Victor what the hell do you think you were doing?" Helen yelled. "I don't think our three year needs to learn that kind of language!"

"I didn't mean to!" Victor argued. "It slipped out!"

"Mmm-hmm. Right," Helen said. "Don't teach her anymore words, Victor, or I'll kick your ass!"

"All right, darlin'," Victor said.

He walked over to his wife and kissed her. She kissed back.

"I have to go out and kill the last member," Victor said. "Then we'll only have to worry about my runt brother."

"You be careful, okay?" Helen ran her fingers over Victor's face, feeling every inch of it.

"Always am," Victor said. "I'll see you when I get back."
He kissed Helen good bye and left.

A hunter stalked through the woods trying to get at its prey that was deep into the wilderness. The hunter snarled as it approached where its rival lived. The Wolverine growled at the house where Sabretooth lived. Wolverine wanted to kill Sabretooth for what the bastard did to his woman. Sabretooth killed Silver Fox. Logan had come home from hunting and found Silver Fox dead on the floor of the cabin. He tried to go after Sabretooth before, but he was no match for him then, but now he is. Now he has an unbreakable skeleton and six foot long claws that pop out of the back of his hands.

Logan heard that Creed has a wife. He can do the same now. He sniffed the area. Creed's scent was old.

He's been gone a while, he thought
He walked up to the house. All the lights were off as far as he could see. He tried the door.
Unlocked? he thought.
He closed the door behind him. He saw one single light on down the hall. It was glowing in the hallway. He walked down the hall and peeked around the corner. The light was coming from the living room. He saw a woman with straight brown hair sitting in a chair, her legs crossed indian style, reading a book. She seemed tall and was skinny. She was also beautiful.

The back of the chair was to the entrance of the room where Logan was. His claws slipped from their sheaths with a snikt as he walked to the chair.

"Victor?" She stood up thinking he was home. "Are you sharpening knives?"

"I ain't Victor," Logan said as she turned around.

He drove his claws into her stomach. He went deeper and deeper. Blood seeped from the woman's mouth. She didn't scream. The only sound she made was gasping in pain. Logan retracted his claws and the woman fell limp on the floor. Dead. The woman had dropped the book before she fell. Logan picked it up out of curiosity and opened the book. The pages were blank and had bumps on them. That's when he realized she was blind. Logan then heard a small voice.

"Mommy?"

Logan turned around, his eyes widened, his jaw dropped, and he dropped the book. A little girl stood in the doorway. The girl was Creed's daughter. He was shocked to see the little girl. He knew that Creed had a lover. A wife, but didn't know anything about a kid.

Oh, shit! What am I going to do? He thought.

The girl looked up at him. She didn't say anything. She was at least three-years-old. Logan was speechless. This little girl was his niece. His niece. Logan picked the girl up. She didn't scream or do anything. She just studied his face. She touched his sideburns and laughed. She continued playing with them and was giggling. Logan laughed. He looked at a photo of the girl that was on a table next to the doorway. On the frame it said Veronica. Logan decided to take this girl with him. She shouldn't grow up to be a killer like her father. Logan had no idea how to take care of a kid. The teenagers at the school were hard enough. But this would be challenging. He had taken his Jeep to get to Canada. He strapped the girl in the passenger seat and got in himself. He started the Jeep and made the long trip back home.

The little girl had fallen asleep just an hour before they got to the Institute. Logan parked his Jeep into the garage and carried the sleeping child into the mansion. Xavier was waiting for him as he entered the front door. He wasn't happy with Logan. He had told Logan not to go after Creed after he got Logan's memory of Silver Fox back. Logan of coursed didn't listen. He was even more unhappy to find Logan holding a little girl.

"Logan," Xavier started, "Why do you have a little girl in your arms? Was killing Victor's wife not enough?"

"I didn't realize that Creed has a daughter until after I saw this girl," Logan said. "I don't want the girl to grow up and be like Creed. I don't want her to be a killer like her father."

"That's why you brought her," Xavier said.

"Yeah, but I don't know how to take care of kids, Chuck," Logan said.

"We will help you, Logan," Xavier said. "What is her name?"

"Veronica," Logan said.

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