Therapy Time For Wolverine and Sabretooth
Summery: A job went wrong because of Logan and Victor fighting, so Magneto and Xavier forced them to go to therapy. This story was possible because of Rogue238.
Charles and Magneto were in the War Room with the X-Men and Acolytes. The X-Men needed the Magneto and his team's help with freeing mutants from a warehouse. During the planning, Logan and Victor were glaring at each other. Victor bared his fangs at his younger brother. Logan did the same. They had heard the plan. Rescue like a dozen mutants from a warehouse. Soon they were on the Blackbird and Sabretooth was in the back sitting across his brother. Logan had his eyes closed and groaned quietly as the jet turned slightly. He hated flying.
"Ya look a little green there, Jimmy," Victor grinned evilly.
"Shut up," he growled.
Victor chuckled.
Soon the jet was landing near the warehouse. The hanger opened and they walked out. The guards were roaming around. Logan and Victor ran at the guards. Logan knocked them out with a punch while Victor slashed at the guards, killing them. Logan saw him rip a guard's throat out along with another guard.
"VICTOR!" Logan ran at his older brother. "STOP!"
Victor looked up from his kill and Logan shoved Victor to the ground. The other X-Men and Brotherhood were still fighting.
"Jimmy, what the hell?" Victor stood up. "What do ya think yer doin'?"
"What are YA doin', Victor? The X-Men don't kill! Even the Brotherhood ain't killin'!"
"I ain't like the Brotherhood and X-Men!" Victor growled. "This is what we did, Jimmy!"
"No, this is what YA did, Victor! I ain't like ya!"
"Yes, ya are, Jimmy! More than ya know!"
"I AIN'T A KILLER!" Logan roared. "I DON'T KILL FOR THE HELL OF IT! I DON'T KILL INNICONT PEOPLE!"
"YA CALL THESE BASTARDS INNICONT?" Victor gestured to the dead and knocked out guards. "THEY'RE HOLDIN' MUTANTS IN THAT WAREHOUSE!"
"THEY'RE DOIN' THEIR JOB!" Logan tried to argue. "They. . .don't know any better." That don't sound very convincin'. They ain't really innocent, but the team shouldn't see all this killin'.
"Don't know any better? Like ya didn't know any better when ya killed out father?" he snarled. I hate the bastard who was my father, but still. . .
Logan snarled, releasing his claws. "Don't ya dare bring up that night."
"Oh, I dare, baby brother. I dare." Victor lengthened his claws. "I also dare to bring up when ya left me in Lagos!" He snarled. He was still angry about that.
"Ya know why I left!"
"Yer a backstabbin' little runt!" Victor ripped Logan's chest open, the leather gone from his chest, gashes showing.
Logan growled and sunk his claws into Victor chest and twisted, breaking ribs. Victor roared and pulled Logan's claws out then threw him against the a nearby tree. Logan hit the tree with a sickening THUD! He slid down the trunk and landed face first into the ground. Victor pinned Logan on his stomach. He gripped Logan's hair and smashed his face repeatdly on the tared parking lot.
"WOLVERINE! SABRETOOTH!"
They ignored Charles' voice and continued beating on each other, Logan got on top of Victor and clawed him. Then they were both lifted into the air and separated by Jean's powers.
"That is enough."
"RETREAT!" Scott said and the team and Brotherhood ran back onto the jet.
Jean still used her power on the ferals. Everyone was quiet during the ride home. They weren't able to rescue the mutants because of Logan and Victor. They arrived at the school and Charles, Erik, and the ferals were now in Charles' office. Logan and Victor were sitting in front of Charles. He was not happy with them.
"Logan, Victor, because of your actions tonight, we lost the mutants being held," he said. "Why were you fighting?"
"Family stuff," Victor muttered.
"Your family problem ruined the rescue mission," Erik said. "That was not the time nor place to fight over the problem."
"You two seem to have a serious problem," Charles said.
"You two need therapy," Erik said.
"THERAPY?" Victor and Logan said.
"Yes. And you two are going to therapy in the morning."
"WHAT?" They yelled.
"Why?" Logan said
"Because your actions cost us the mission!" Erik said, angrily.
"The mutants were moved and taken somewhere else as soon as you two started that fighting," Charles said. "You two will have to share your room, Logan. All the other rooms are full."
Logan growled, not happy at all. He stood up and motioned for Victor to follow him. He did. Logan led Victor up the stairs and down the hall then turned left to his room door. He opened the door and walked inside. Logan sat down on his bed.
"So how the hell are we gonna sleep, huh?" Victor asked. "Ya only got one bed."
"Gonna get ya a cot or somethin'," Logan said.
Victor just bared his fangs at Logan.
Soon a cot had come up for Victor and they went to bed.
They next morning, Logan and Victor had tried sleeping in, but Charles was their alarm clock. Come to my office once you are upand dressed. At exactly 8 o'clock Charles telepathically woke them up. They growled and got up. Logan went to his dresser and got out a clean pair of clothes, grumbling and cursing. He was not a morning person. His hair was messier than usual, too. Victor had growled at the telepath and laid back in his cot and tried going back to sleep. He had borrowed a pair of sweats from the school and used them as pjs.
Logan had gotten dressed and was glaring at Victor. He went over to him and nudged him. He didn't get up.
"Get up."
Victor didn't.
"Get. Up," he growled and shoved his brother.
Victor growled and tried swatting him away. Logan growled and flipped the cot over. Victor looked at his little brother and growled at him from the tangled blanket, sheet, and pillow. He got himself untangled and Logan went into the en suite bathroom and tried to tame his messy hair a little. Victor changed from the sweats and into his clothing from the day before. He also had no other clothes and Logan's clothes wouldn't fit him.
Logan came out of the bathroom and Victor went in. Logan stood by the beds and waited for him to be done so they could go to Charles' office. After few minutes, Logan sat down. Victor looked at his reflection in the mirror. His hair was so messy and tangled. He growled a little. His clothes were bloody a little, but his jacket would hid it. He removed his shirt and saw that some dry blood caked his torso. He didn't know why he didn't notice it during the nigh when he changed into the borrowed sweats. He just shrugged a little then stripped out of the rest of his clothes and hopped into the shower. He cleaned the dry blood off and then stood there under the shower head for a moment, enjoying the hot water. It and the school had good water pressure.
Victor got out, dried off, put his clothes on, pulled his dryish hair back into a low ponytail, and walked out of the en suit. He looked at Logan and they headed to Xavier's office. Once there, they stood by his desk and waited for him to start talking.
He looked up at them from his paperwork. "Good morning, Logan, Victor."
"Ain't nothin' good 'bout it," Logan said, scowling.
"Yeah," Victor said, growling a little. "Where's Erik?"
"He and the rest of the Acolytes returned home last night," Charles said. "Now, you two are to be going to see the therapist in half in hour. I suggest that you two get going. The center is three blocks from the mall. It is not hard to miss."
Logan nodded and they left his office. Logan led him to the garage and they got into one of the cars, a black Jeep Wrangler that Logan recently bought. After getting buckled in, Logan started the Wrangler and drove down the driveway and onto the main road. Soon they entered town and headed for the therapy center. Neither of them had breakfast, but that wasn't bothering them. They were both angry at Charles. Victor looked out the window, scowling at the people they went by. Logan was also scowling as he drove.
Soon they got to the center. Charles was right about not missing it. It was a yellow building. They looked at each other and sighed some. Logan turned off the car, pocketed the keys, and they headed inside.
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