Hours ticked by in agonizing slowness. She has read for hours about feral mutations and had dozed off a bit after 4am in Hanks office chair. She jerked awake at the sound of the approaching jet. Her adrenalin was pumping and she was wide awake. She stood by the Professor as the blackbird opened the back hatch and one by one the teamed limped out. They looked like they just got back from world war 3. Marie had her arm rapped and blood on her face. Kitty was leaning on her. Her leg looked slashed and the blood was seeping from the bandages around it. Storm was in the same shape. It was harder to tell with hank he had so much fur.
Sara's eyes locked on to the gurney as Logan and Remy rolled it down the ramp. "Dear God He's Huge!" She said to herself. His limp body laid awkwardly on the way to small gurney. His long legs dangled from it as the two men struggled to keep him on it. Her mind cleared and before they knew it she was in complete control of it and the man lying unconscious on it. "Let it go." She said calmly. They did what she said and watched the gurney move away from them on its own. "Logan you should help Remy he's going to pass out." Was all the two men got as she watched Sabertooth roll closer to her. Remy had an obvious head wound and severe concussion. Logan grabbed the Cajun as he passed out. Sara slowly turned on her hills and walked behind the gurney.
"Where should I put him Hank?" She asked never taking her eyes off the large man. "We have a room prepared for him." He said pointing across the hall. Her head turned and the people around her watched the gurney move slowly. She didn't stop when she got in the room. His body seemed to lift seamlessly from the gurney and gently to the bed. "Well at least that fits him. Thank god." She said softly. The collar was around his neck kitty made and apparently working. She took a long hard look at him. His jeans where covered in blood and his shirt hung in rags around his body. His chest was completely exposed. His long blond hair had dried blood and debris in it. His wounds were deep and oozing bright red blood. That shocked her out if her daze. He was bleeding to death. "He's bleeding out!" She yelled running out of his room. "Good, let the fucking bastard die!" Logan growled at her.
His mind was foggy and he hurt. Hurt like he did in the lab. He heard voices but wasn't sure from where. The panic and fear hit him in a mind numbing wave. He forced himself to open his eyes. "Fuck you Logan! I'm not letting him bleed to death!"
"Who said that?" He thought it was a woman. "Yah definitely a woman yelling really loud." His mind raced "I'm back. Fuck. Fuck they found me again. No…No …No not again! The runt took me back! No…no I can't go back! I can't!" His feet hit the floor and he couldn't stop the growl of pain that ripped from his mouth. He leaned on the bed and his free hand was on his stomach trying to stop the blood that pooled around his feet. The people in the hall froze as they watched him stagger to his feet. Sara held up her hands to him. The team took battle stances ready for yet another fight. She stepped closer to him and he growled at her. She tilted her head to the side slightly at the sound coming from the big man. "He really did sound like a tiger growling. I wonder if he can even speak." She thought to herself. "Hay there big guy. Take is easy for me please. Let me help you. You're hurt really bad." She said moving slowly toward him.
"Why is she talking to me, it sounds like she almost sings her words. Those eyes they look dangerous. " his every animal instinct told him this woman was dangerous. He watched the soft flames as she stepped closer. He panicked when she reached out for him and growled at her his slashing hand missed her face by a few inches. Her hand shot up and stopped his movement. "Don't move!" she said looking over her shoulder at the people behind her. "I got this." She looked back at him and his head wobbled on his neck and his hair fell in his face. She realized she was literally holding him up with her powers. She took a large strides and she had her hands on his chest. His skin was cold and a ghostly shade of white and his lips where blue. She pushed his hair out of his face and panicked. His eyes were glazy and unfocused. She did the only think she could think of. "I got you Tiger. I won't let you die like this."
Her voice echoed in his mind but all he thought was he was dying and he was so relieved. Then he felt it a warm tingle on his chest that moved over his body. "I won't let you die like this." Her voice was soothing. "I won't let you die like this."
She pulled everything out of the giant man, every painful memory she couldn't stop herself. Everything this man had gone through was rushing into her mind. He wouldn't be able to hide anything from her after this. She found that strangely satisfying. His long life played out in her head like a black and white movie. His wounds opened slowly in her soft skin. Her blood oozed out on him. She hadn't realized he was holding her up now. The gash on his cheek closed and then slowly opened on hers. She was healing his wounds making sure he'd stay in this world. She looked up into his eyes the pain was too much for her. He watched her bright amethyst eyes flicker and slowly fade. She could feel herself slipping into the darkness. "I told you I wouldn't let you die Victor." She whispered before the welcomed blackness took her away.
He felt her body go limp in his arms. He quickly put his arm under her knees and lifted her, cradling her to his chest. She knew his name, his real name and when she said it that sent a wave of calmness over him. His name slipping from her lips grounded him and made him stay in this world. He didn't know what she'd done but his pain in his body stopped when she passed out. He watched the blood drip from her cheek on to his chest and he felt the warmth of her blood on his belly as the gash on her stomach saturated the t-shirt she had on. This was wrong, terribly wrong. He knew it and He had to fix her. He wasn't sure why he gave a fuck about this stupid frail that risked her life for him but he did.
"Let her go, you fucking bastard!" Logan hissed at him. The larger man growled at him and backed away from the door. "The fucking runt, he'd hurt her." He thought never taking his eyes off Logan. "He'll hurt our mate." Mate!… Where the hell had that come from he shook his head a bit at his own thoughts willing the voices to stop yelling at him.
A soft voice came from behind the wolverine. Victor could barely hear her at first. "Why couldn't he hear her...? Why couldn't he smell her?" (Their going to cut us open and look around again if you let her go!) The voices said. They never stopped, always screaming in his head. Anger and fear was taking over again as he backed deeper into the room. She looked vaguely familiar to him as she stepped to the side of wolverine. Victor cocked his head at her. He knew her the memory of her was just out of his grasp. "Please Sabertooth, let us help her." She said looking from him to the woman in his arms. Her voice reminded him a little of the frail he was holding. Not as soothing but she had the same tones. "If you don't let us help her she will die in your arms." Marie said. He looked at the woman; he was so confused his senses didn't work. His mind was so foggy and the fucking voices never stopped. She was right there was so much blood and it wasn't all his anymore. He didn't realize she had gotten so close until he heard her ask again. "Please?" he jumped a bit at her nearness. Her arms were out and she was begging him. He closed his eyes and slowly handed over the unconscious woman. He heard a soft "Thank you." As she backed out of the room.
Bars jetted up from the floor as a blue hair thing took the woman. His anger flared and he growled when they took her into a room that he couldn't see. "If she dies you die next bub. She won't be here to stop me." Logan hissed at him pointing one clawed hand at the big man. He didn't say anything as he stood there looking at her blood on his hands.