Rogue frowned as she looked around the small town, that she wouldn't even call a town. It was a single street with a couple of buildings littered along the sidewalks and parking lots. Currently she was in front of a bar, but as she stared at it, and the retreating back of the trucker, she didn't know if she wanted to go inside.

She didn't even know if she was allowed to go inside!

She was sixteen… what was the drinking age in Canada in the first place?

Halting and pausing Rogue looked around wanting a different option. She could hear a crowd in there and she didn't want to be around that many people. She didn't want to take that much of a chance… but it was so cold out here.

This had been a bad idea, she was from Mississippi, it could get cold there, but it looked like this place was never even warm for cripes sake. She looked at the different cars and trucks around, but she didn't see anyone who could help her. She didn't want to be cold anymore, but she didn't want to go into that bar. Still she started towards it…

That is, until movement sounded behind her, snow crushing under boots, someone moving along the pavement. Rogue looked back only to gasp. He was one of the biggest men she'd ever seen. Tall, muscled, shaggy blonde hair, long dark coat, furs on his shoulders, and… Rogue was stuck, frozen where she was, her grip on her duffle bag no doubt turning her knuckles white under her gloves. He grinned and he had fangs, and his eyes seemed so dark!

Rogue thought about running, even running into the bar, but when she shifted her weight to do so he lost his grin. The man's head cocked off to the side, one of his eyebrows rose, and Rogue knew he was waiting for it. He'd chase her down, and as her eyes flicked down to his hands she saw claws, honest to goodness claws, and she swallowed. He'd take her down like a lion going after an antelope.

She stiffened, too scared to even look away for help. At this point she was shaking she was trying so hard to keep still, and her shaking was only made worse by the cold. It certainly wasn't helped when his expression shifted again. He took a deep breath, before he righted his head and gave her a more determined smirk.

He was going to hurt her!

More than that he was going to touch her!

She did not want him in her head!

Against her better instincts she bolted, but she didn't head into the bar. She didn't want anyone getting hurt because of her, and something told her that plenty of people would get hurt if she ran in there. Rogue ran as hard as she could, though with no food, barely any water in her, and almost no sleep for a couple days, this was admittedly not very fast. Still, adrenaline did wonders as soon as she heard him start after her. She ran until it felt like she was breathing pennies and her veins were pumping battery acid, and then she kept going. She barely noticed she'd darted into the woods, but quickly moved out of the way of trees.

It didn't occur to her to try and find a place to hide, it didn't occur to her to duck and weave through the brush, all she did was run.

And for the beast behind her it was… almost endearing.

Sabretooth was letting her tire herself out. She was too slow and too predictable to be any real fun. This was more like light exercise then hunting. Still she was trying, and she hadn't run into that bar, he would've slaughtered anyone in his way, and butchered anyone who dared help her, or merely tried to keep her from him. Probably have gotten to tussle with his brother.

After a couple more minutes though she tripped, and he took a leap or two to catch her. He kneeled over her as she cowered and huddled against the ground. She was mumbling something, and he pushed his hair out of his face and tilted an ear down trying to discern it.

"Dun touch meh."

It had been a damn long time since he heard a southern accent like that, and certainly longer since he heard one so sweet.

"Oh frail I'm gonna be doin' more than touching you," Sabretooth growled down at her, pulling at her hood to get a look at her, but she whimpered and used her arms to protect her head.

Her little chant continued and he frowned as it made him… frustrated.

He didn't know what to do.

He growled, because he hadn't even gotten to do anything good yet. She didn't stop her little mantra, but he still moved her hair from the back of her neck, leaning down to get a taste. Lick her, maybe –

Rogue whimpered and tried block out what was coming, the pain, the pull, getting another person swimming around in her head. It came all the same, though it couldn't have lasted more than a couple of seconds, it felt like an eternity.

He jumped back from her with a snarl.

Rogue whimpered, and curled into a ball around her duffle bag trying to be as small as possible. She could feel his psyche invading her mind, the other voices clearing to the back, behind the doors she tried to keep them in, and going silent. Only his remained loud and active, and she'd give anything for that not to be true, but in a weird way he was instructing her.

"You have shit instincts, don't fucking run frail, want you nice and close."

"The fuck did you do to me frail?!" Sabretooth roared at her as he moved forward and grabbed her up by her arms getting her to face him without touching anything other than her clothes.

"Please! Please stop! Dun touch meh, Ah didn't mean it! Ah can't control it!" Rogue whined her accent coming on strong before she whimpered sounding more like a wounded animal than she thought possible. Still she tried to cover her face with her hands to protect it, not knowing what else to do as the voice in her head just laughed.

Frowning Sabretooth noticed her hands, the gloves there and how they were torn revealing little claws that looks a hell of a lot like his. "You can't control it?" He questioned, receiving a bit of a mechanical shake of her head like someone was moving her head for her, behind her hands. He thought about asking her if she understood her power, but instead he merely batted her hands away and scratched at her cheek with a single claw, easily slicing open the skin. She gasped and whimpered, but the cut quickly closed.

He grinned at that.

"How long you keep the powers you absorb?" He asked demandingly as he kept her one arm hostage. It was enough, she didn't even try to pull away from him.

"I-I dunno I'm sorry I dun!" She rushed over her words before she tried to pull away, afraid despite what the Sabretooth in her head was insisting. How could he not care that she didn't know what she'd done to him?!

Digging his claws into her arm he growled, "Shut up," then he eased up and grinned darkly telling her, "We'll figure this out together frail."

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Rogue tried her best to keep moving along behind Sabretooth, knowing if she didn't follow him he'd come after her. She followed as close as she could without being under foot, or tripping into him when she lost her balance. The only relief was that his voice along with his powers seemed to be fading. However, she could have done with his powers for a little longer because her knees were scraped up along with her hands. Her bag kept bumping into stuff and throwing her off balance.

When they finally came to a clearing Rogue sighed as she bent over a little trying to catch her breath. She was tired, and hungry, and she didn't want to move anymore. Not that she seemed to have a choice, because with the use of her hood he grabbed the back of her neck and started dragging her forward towards a cabin also occupying the clearing.

Rogue jerked when she found the cabin in front of them, it was only one floor but it still seemed to be rather large. She didn't want to go inside; she didn't want to be trapped. He didn't let her go, though; he just dug around in his pocket pulling out a key. He growled at her when she kept struggling, but she only stopped when she felt his claws pricking at her neck.

"Calm down or I'm not feeding you," Sabretooth snapped at her as he shoved her into the cabin. She landed on the floor, and scrambled a couple of feet from him dragging her bag after her, but after that she stilled and kept her head down. He took that as submission to what was gonna happen to her. He growled at her a bit for good measure before telling her, "Stay here, if you try something stupid and I have to come find you, you won't like it."

Rogue nodded her understanding, keeping her eyes down. She knew what he could do to her. She knew it wasn't an idle threat that she wouldn't like it. If she messed up not liking it would be the least of her worries.

"Look at me." Sabretooth growled glaring down at her. She did as he said, though her eyes would flit away from his every couple of seconds before coming back to him. "You get something else along with my powers for a bit?" He asked a brow raising.

"You use to be in the military…" Rogue mumbled. There were memories, and his mental voice had been, well, very vocal. She got the picture quite clearly. "…A lot… you were in the military a lot…"

"Memories huh?" Sabretooth hummed as he cocked his head to the side.

"Not a lot…" Rogue insisted quickly. She didn't want to do this. She didn't want to admit having his voice in her head even if it was all but gone now. A vague feeling… almost like it wasn't really gone…

Sabretooth knew something was up, but he decided he'd figure it out later. His eyes glanced up from hers and around the bare interior of his cabin. It wasn't the most secure of his hideouts, but he highly doubted anyone would be looking for them, so she'd be fine alone while he did a quick hunt… or… she looked half starved, maybe he'd be faster about it and go buy something, a lot of something. He'd hunt for them later…

"Look here, I'm going to go get something to eat. You are not to leave the cabin, if you even step foot outside I will know, and if you try to run away I will find you. Stay here and be good and I'll let you eat some of what I bring back." Sabretooth watched her carefully as she nodded. He didn't care if he was doing this specifically for her, so he still growled, "Out loud."

"I understand… Mr. Creed…" Rogue mumbled keeping her eyes down.

Well if that didn't get his blood pumping he didn't know what did. He watched her closely as she blushed a deep crimson, like he had plain out told her he'd like to hear her call him that when he fucked her. He didn't know why she was blushing though, but he certainly liked it. "Memories huh?" he asked grinning down at her.

"Not a lot…" Rogue repeated unable to look up at him, because she had known he'd like that. She had to walk a fine line though, and she knew it. She couldn't make him angry, but she also couldn't make him too happy.

He didn't say anything after that he just left locking up the door behind him. Rogue frowned looking around the bare room, wondering if she was supposed to stay in this exact spot, or if she was supposed to just stay inside the cabin. There was a couch nearby and she figured she didn't have to stay on the floor, she could sit on the couch.

Hesitantly, like he'd pop right back in the door, Rogue stood and moved towards the couch. She looked at the door every time she took a step though. When she made it to the couch and nothing happened she finally took off her duffle and sat, melting into the soft leather.

I figured I'd put this up for fun. Hopefully a few people will get a kick out of it, and like it.

Let me know what you think about it.