Good Memories

Victor Creed, aka Sabretooth, the original Sabretooth, was running through the snow incased forest of Toronto, Canada, going to his and Jimmy's Christmas tradition. After all, today was Christmas and Victor wanted the good memories to surface again, not the bad ones like all that Stryker brought them. Suddenly, Victor saw the light of the opening to the dark forest approaching. Victor jumped through the veil of light, landing on a branch swiftly and gazing in front of him.

In a small meadow, covered in snow and glistening icicles, was a very old, and very wise, pine tree. This tree was where he and Jimmy had spent their first Christmas after they had run away from their old lives, it held great memories; ones worth revisiting. Victor jumped from his branch and walked towards the tree; smiling softly at its scars. To commemorate the day, Jimmy and he had marked it with their claws.

Victor ran his fingers over James's marks with a frown and sigh. Victor's head snapped up and turned with a growl; something changed. Victor was surprised; it was Jimmy, or Logan as he went by now. Logan growled too, unsheathing his claws and crouching slightly.

"Who the hell are you bub?" Logan growled.

Victor relaxed and turned back to the tree; ignoring his brother's question. What was Jimmy doing here? He couldn't possibly remember their good times here.

"What are you doing here?" Victor asked gruffly, slight sadness in his voice.

Logan frowned and looked at the tree in confusion and slight sadness; his caution dissolving as he became lost. "I don't know," Logan replied; Victor could smell his desperation.

So that was it, Victor thought, ghost coming back to haunt his brother. Victor idly strokes his brother's claw marks; wishing the man behind him was who he used to be.

Logan noticed the markings. Slowly, watching the other feral, he walked over and stared at the markings before laying his claws against them; perfect match. Logan looked at the other markings and then glanced at the other man's hands; those claws would most likely fit like puzzle pieces. Logan looked at the man.

"Do I know you?" he asked in confusion.

The man did not reply, he simply put his claws on his markings. Logan looked and jerked back, his hands flying to his head as a headache came over him, along with memories.

Two boys were leaning against a young pine, sitting close for warmth. The older boy seemed to be telling the younger a story of some kinds. Suddenly, they stood and marked the tree.

~?~?~?~?~

Two older men were walking towards the pine, it was bigger and they were wearing Confederate soldier uniforms. They both say against the tree, smoking cigars. Logan could recognize himself and the man from before this time. The memory ended with them marking the tree again.

Logan gasped, stumbling back as the memories ended. Logan bent over, leaning on his knees as he panted; he looked up.

"Victor…?" Logan stood up fully, there was no one. "Victor?!"

Victor Creed was crouched on a branch nearly a hundred yards away, facing away from the direction his name came. Victor turned his head slightly.

"Merry Christmas Jimmy," he muttered and then, he was gone…

"Victor?!"