Family
"Chapter Four"

The last three months had progressed slowly. Hank had been the one to see if the mansions newest residents were able to be to rehabilitate themselves after years of relying on their senses for survival. It was not a fast process, and it actually worried him about what Wolverine's mutation was. So far Hank had seen the man punch a hole straight through the fridge with his bare fist, and then storm off soon after. As well as breaking a solid silver knife straight in half when he became frustrated with Hank trying to teach the two how to use the cutlery. At best Hank himself would only be able to bend silver.

On the contrary to Wolverine's temper, Boy was skittish to the extreme. He rarely left his father's eye sight, and when he accidentally got wrangled in to a group of rough housing with some of the older teenagers Boy had somehow broken Bobby's wrist. As soon as Boy realized this though, he wouldn't let anyone try to help the kid because he wouldn't let anyone near the pair of them. He crouched on top of Bobby and warned everyone away until Wolverine pried him off with a low rumble of his chest. Boy was either so distraught about breaking the kids wrist, or this had reminded him of something; because he was now wailing so loud Wolverine had to take him to their room and comfort him.

The group of X-men had found very quickly that Wolverine did not like Auroro, Scott or Jean. Hank suspected that had to do with the betrayal Wolverine spoke of on their first encounter.

Currently Hank was supposed to be keeping Wolverine and Boy occupied while the current X-Men conversed about a possible hot spot where Sabertooth was going to strike to try and murder the states senator. They didn't want these two severely damaged mutants to get messed up in the politics of war any more than they had been.

Currently Hank's one sided discussion about playing cards was just that. One sided. He could tell Wolverine was focused on something else. He was staring at the table, his eyes unfocused. Suddenly, and without warning, the tall mutant stood from his chair and began steadily walking as if he had never had a purpose greater than his destination ever before. Hank tried keeping up with him, but he'd never seen Wolverine so driven before.

Noticing where the man was taking them, and the direction of where they were going, Hank was trying to distract him. Hoping beyond hope he didn't know there was a supposedly secret meeting about the world's most dangerous mutant bent on global domination taking place right now in Charles' office.

When Wolverine reached the double doors to the office, Hank was not one bit relieved the doors were locked. He knew this guy had the strength of 50 men. A simple locked wooden door wasn't going to stop him. Still he couldn't help but jump when the brute man kicked in the door.

Rushing into the room after Wolverine, Hank was just in time to hear the man grunt I go.

Hank was the first to reply, seeing as he was the only one to understand what was going on. "You can't this is too dangerous. Sabertooth is a mutant that can't be killed."

Charles was the first to recover from the shock of the sudden intrusion. "What's going on Hank?"

"He wants to go with." Hank said in shock. He'd never once seen this man want to fight for anything. Yes he had a huge temper, but it was never directed in physical fights. "We don't even know your mutation, Wolverine. This could be setting you back up to be captured. Do you want that?" Hank said somberly. Hoping the man would get his message.

I go.

Charles leveled his gaze with the man he knew fairly little about standing right in front of him. "Is there something you're not telling us?" He asked. Feeling disappointment flow through him when their newest feral just met his gaze unblinking. "Hank you must go, then, as well. We need to know why this is so important to him, and keep him safe." Everyone in the room could feel the energy in the area rise as Wolverine's chest rumbled in displeasure.

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Even though Hank had explained to Charles that when a Feral had fused with their feral side so closely as Wolverine and Boy have, that they forget parts of being human. He still didn't feel any less calm that Wolverine was hiding something related to Sabertooth. Did Sabertooth have something to do with how the two had been in the Labs? He could only speculate until the group got back.

Ooooo

When the group arrived to the location where they knew Sabertooth to be, they were greeted by hundreds of people rushing out of the entrance of the government building at once. They were the only one's walking towards the danger.

As the group walked through the metal detectors Cyclops cringed as he beeped. His visor being made of metal. The rest of the group walked through smoothly until Wolverine stepped in and began beeping. Everyone turned to stare in confusion, surprised when he started a swift punching motion towards the metal detector and three elongated metal claws erupted from his knuckles. Swiftly stabbing into the metal detector and shutting it down.

"O-Okay. . ." Jean said in shock. Glad she'd never been on the receiving end of those.

Hank began to realize maybe Wolverine trusted them a little more than they had thought if he could so easily have attacked any of them before. Only taking his anger out on other objects. "We should get going." He added as the group just continued to stare.

They watched as Wolverine sniffed the air, and seemingly took charge of their group and began leading the way. How he knew what Sabertooth smelled like no one knew. Must be a feral thing.

They were led past many doorways that were closed. All wondering and hoping that this wasn't a trap. Wolverine seemed on a one track mind. The group stopped in front of a single door at the end of the hall. How he knew anything was behind this certain door, no one knew, because even Hank couldn't find anything different.

Swiftly the taller man kicked the door in. He must be going for theatrics today. Wolverine was the first to enter. The group were not far behind. They watched as if in slow motion when Wolverine all but yelled "Victoooor!" in Enlgish, but having an animalist growl to it. They watched dumbfounded as Wolverine crouched ready to pounce, his claws from both hands sliding out with a snarl.

The reaction was instantaneous. "Shit!" Sabertooth exclaimed. Dropping the still alive senator, and quickly turning to face his long time enemy. "James! With the X-Men, how quaint!" He purred in a seduction. "How'd you enjoy the four year sabbatical I had set up for you?" Sabertooth asked with a smirk. "I heard Stryker just loved that grandchild."

The X-Men were not prepared for their newest resident to let rip the most animalistic yell they'd ever heard and charge at Sabertooth with lightning speed they'd only seen from said mutant. His metal claws were sinking into the rotten mutants' chest and abdomen in quick succession the watching group didn't think anyone was able to get that much damage on the superior feral mutant before.

Jean and Storm couldn't help the screams that escaped their throats as Sabertooth grabbed each side of Wolverine's head and neck and snapped it. The man fell to the ground with a resounding smash louder than should have been possible for someone of his size.

"Down boy!" Sabertooth yelled as he laughed maniacally. Dusting his hands off in mid-air as his wounds knit together. "You just never learn do you, brother." He said in mock disappointment. "That's my cue!" The crazy mutant exclaimed as the room began to fill with the sound of bone on bone cracking.

They watched helplessly as Sabertooth smashed through the window and took off. No one knowing what to do next.

"That's great." Jean exclaimed "How do we go back and tell the Professor and his son that we got him killed? Specifically when the Professor knew something like this was going to happen."

The group of mutants, including the shell shocked senator, were all drawn to the deceased mutant on the floor when his feet started to move. Slowly, as if it took great effort, the man's arms hoisted him up into a push up and he began shaking his head and cracking his neck. As if this was an everyday occurrence, coming back from the dead. With the same slow effort, Wolverine stood on shaky hands and pushed himself into a standing position. Cracking his back with a loud groan. Turning around he was greeted with the open mouths of the four other mutants he had accompanied. Still standing where he'd left them when he had attacked his brother.

What? He grunted with a raised eyebrow.