Author's Note- Here's the next chapter as promised, a nice long one compared to the last one! Lots of surprises in this one too! A little bit from Logan and a little bit from Victor. I really like this chapter, it's my favorite in a long time. Thank you so so much Marvelite5ever and Acetwolf94 for reviewing! They really help me along when I'm trying to get a chapter out and it's great to see people are still excited for this story too! You're all awesome! Enjoy the chapter!

Technically dying, and getting back up every time, was hard to explain. Nobody really asked. Logan doubted if it ever seemed like he'd died. Truth was immortality, or whatever it was he had, was dying. Dying all the time.

Only difference really was instead of getting to that blessed part where he got to list away peacefully, where he'd be able to not know pain or suffering anymore… he skipped over that bit. Instead he got kicked back, be it by his mutation, God, or the devil he always got back up. He was thrown back into whatever it was that killed him in the first place.

For Logan, the best way he could compare it was like waking up after falling asleep in front of a television. First thing, he'd start to hear something off in the distant. A mumble of voices or sounds, sooner and sooner he'd start to recognize that they were words, or what the sounds were.

Then, usually, one of the sounds shook him awake. A high pierced scream, an explosion, guns or boots shaking the ground were the usual. Right now it was the ground rolling beneath him and the sound of metal slowly tearing apart. The loud pitched, cringing sound was unmistakeable.

The more he'd hear, the more aware he was becoming of himself being surrounded by the sounds. His brain would start to turn on, or heal, most likely. Then he'd start to feel something. Just an itch, really, or a tickle, a faint brush against the skin. Something that anchored him to the sounds, included him in them.

The screeching metal Logan suddenly realized was the feeling of his exposed arm scraping against the side of the car. Feeling came next. As soon as he'd pieced together the puzzle his slowly returning senses were feeding him, that was the time he could start thinking. Like the tv, he slowly began to remember what had happened last on the program before drifting off. Last thing he remembered was the car lurching to the side, the fast whine of the missle. Once Logan remembered the feeling of the heat burning his face, and the metal of the car digging into his arm and right side, he started to realize the itching hurt a hell of a lot more.

Then the pain would flare up, old familiar friend. Maybe it was the reaper's parting gift, angry he'd evaded it as always. Logan's eyes flew open, coughing roughly. The smell of smoke and burning flesh choking his senses.

His face was still healing, and Logan could feel the odd sensation of air hitting his exposed flesh. He could feel all the pain now, but more importantly, he could recognize the sensation that he was moving.

His head lurched to the side, his neck protesting at his sudden action. His right shoulder and arm didn't respond at all, Logan assumed it hadn't healed enough yet.

Victor? He focused past the hazy, still spotty vision, to see Sabretooth's clawed hand dug into his opposite shoulder. His thoughts said it must be a fight, maybe he'd masterminded this after all?

But no, he was only half put together himself, dragging Logan from the wreckage of the car. His other arm was mangled past the point of still appearing like an arm, and his stomach had a huge chunk from it.

Logan tried shaking off the black, looking down at himself. Well, if he'd thought Sabretooth looked bad… he looked ten times worse. The missile must have hit his side of the car, his body must have taken the brunt of it.

A loud noise focused him again. That was the other thing about waking back up from death. He'd start to think he was completely back up, but sometimes he'd only wake up, and then somehow he'd stare or listlessly, or start the whole progress of waking up all over again. Just until his senses reawaken him or some vital organ or tissue healed itself, was his best guess.

The sound that had pulled his senses back this time was Sabretooth collapsing. Logan must have healed enough this time. All his senses felt sharp, he could think without the slow, groggy feeling attached to it.

It pushed him into action. He could smell the gas, leaking around the wrecked car. he could feel the heat of the still flaming car. Logan was awake enough to piece together what that much gas and that hot of an explosion would equate.

A big ass explosion.

One Logan didn't want to piece himself back together from. Apparently Sabretooth had the same idea.

Strangely enough… Sabretooth had to have dragged him along with himself. Logan looked conflicted down at his collapsed arch-nemesis. He was a monster, he'd done so much wrong, and ruined so much of Logan's happiness… but… he could have gotten a hell of a lot farther without dragging Logan's heavy corpse.

The memories from before… the familiarity Sabretooth and been taunting him with… Logan didn't want to believe any of that. Not of the man lying in front of him.

He shook himself, lunging down and pulling Sabretooth up from the ground as best he could manage with one of the bulky cuffs still on. The explosion must have torn the right side off of him, adamantium or not, along with most of his arm. The left cuff still remained. Logan's arm wasn't fully healed, mostly a stump, rapidly gaining form, but it was enough of him to cringe through hefting the other feral up and running them as far from the coming explosion as possible.

Logan had cleared into some brush not far when he felt the shuddering ground, and the noise from the loud explosion. He dropped Sabretooth then, dropping to his knees and letting out hard breathes. His body was still patching together, but he needed to rest to let it get the job done quicker.

Already he had fingers on his hands again. Sabretooth wasn't faring so well, his healing must really be that must slower than Logan's. He could see Sabretooth's body patching itself together, but it was much slower than Logan's did.

He looked away, trying to see any signs of who had launched that missle. Whoever they were, maybe they were stupid enough to believe that it had killed Logan and Sabretooth. Even an explosion like that, even if they hadn't gotten out of the car… he doubted he wouldn't get back up from it.

Didn't mean they might not be lucky enough to have an enemy who didn't know as much.

xXx

"We can't DO this to him. He's only- -"

"You shut yer yap, woman! I pulls out them devil teeth and them claws, well then, maybe I can beat the evil out of him."

"You ever think maybe he's a trial? Maybe we's bein' tested, like Job was?"

He couldn't believe what he was hearing, staring up Ma's back in admiration, her arms stretched out in front of him as he shouted at his father 'no'. As if his roar of protest, as loud as his scratchy lungs from the damp basement could shout, would stop it from happening again so soon.

"There's gotta be a reason! What did we ever do—?" Ma cried out.

His eyes stung, but no tears came, he'd cried them all out before now, and his mouth was too dry to be able to. But why would Ma say that? A trial? From him? He was the disaster? He didn't do any of this! But Pa never listened. She was encouraging him.

He thought she was on his side for a minute. He thought maybe she wanted to rescue him, throwing herself in front of Pa and his pliers. He thought she wanted to stop hurting him. He thought it was maybe just Pa doing this…

Then she turned on him too, crushing the child's hope. Now she didn't… she thought there was the devil in him too! He could hear her saying it all… saying he was a sign, and it had to be a bad sign she meant.

Victor sniffled once, green eyes squeezing shut tight…. but Ma was right there. There… but not there to protect him. Not there to help him, Ma didn't care either. She didn't love him. She thought he was a devil too.

Fine, he' hurt her too. Then Ma would know how it felt, she'd hurt too. They'd all hurt, and maybe that'd make it better when Pa got to him again. Or just make it stop.

Victor just wanted it to stop.

"Get away from him! He ain't got the muzzle on —"

The muzzle? No…! He didn't want the muzzle on again, it hurt his face and his ears. The mesh made it even harder to breathe down here in the damp. All they wanted to do was hurt him!

Victor's arms were still chained though, keeping him in place and unable to move. So the seven year old reached out and bit her. He dug down as hard as he could, cringing at the coppery taste filling his mouth.

It tasted gross, it tasted like the pain did. But this time, attacking Ma, there wasn't the agony of his teeth slowly being tugged out… over and over and over again. He wasn't choking on the blood, the coppery taste wasn't blocking his cries and pleas. This time it was Ma he could hear Ma crying out like Pa made him…

Victor lurched awake, flinging into an upright position. His eyes darted around as his senses hit him. Smoke, gun powder, his blood, the runt's blood. He looked over for his brother, and he tilted his head up to scent the air around him. He sniffed again and found his brother was close somewhere.

He growled lowly, grumbling to himself, as he ignored his mind. He shook it all away, let the rage bubbled within in, and used it to focus his highly tuned senses.

Now where were the fucks that decided to try to attack him? Or the ones trying to capture him? He really felt the need to sink his claws into someone, make them scream. He could feel the blood lust crawl over his mind, it made everything hazy and everything feel distant, better.

Victor shook his head, trying to push the red tinting his vision as he heard the twigs break nearby. Sounded like James. He couldn't afford to go off on a killing spree right now. There were too serious of threats to let loose. He'd be just fine, but the runt might not be.

He could use some of the glow right now…

He snarled to himself. Victor didn't need that anyways, he'd never needed her. She just tricked his head into thinking it. He embraced his inner animal, he didn't need anything but that, he was in control, nothing and no one else.

"Yer awake."

His head whipped to the left as the runt stepped out of the brush. Stupid runt, always healed faster…. apparently he'd pulled them both over here. That made Victor growl some as he stood up, he could feel the pull in his side as he did. Well, he was healed enough to get going in either case.

"We need to get outta this area 'fore they show back up," Victor said, turning around to extend a claw and dig it around in the lock mechanism of James' cuffs. Apparently the explosion didn't blow his off the way they did his. Guess they only sprung for one set of adamantium cuffs. Cheap losers, their mistake. Then again, hard to imagine them working together again, anyways.

"Well yer a little heavy to lug around." James shot back, shaking his hands free of the cuffs.

Victor snarled towards him. Who did he think dragged his sorry ass out of the car? If Victor hadn't gotten them out of the van they'd still be healing with bites of themselves flung all over.

"Yer one to talk," He settled on with a sneer, and brushed past the shorter man. "C'me along, Jimmy," He tacked on, he knew it would set the other man off. Right now the taunts would have to satisfy the crawling need to dig his claws into the Runt and teach him to be respectful of his betters.

xXx

Logan held back his growl as Sabretooth pushed ahead into the brush area he'd just been scouting out. God damn ungrateful bastard. Logan had to restrain himself from launching right there and then and attacking the other man. It was only the one, or two, different people trying to kill them or capture them that kept him from reacting.

What was it he kept implying? They were related? He couldn't imagine being related to this bastard. Or was… if he was his fa…. no. They looked round the same age, but he hadn't aged at least in the years he remembered. Longer than that, probably. The same could be said for Sabretooth. Maybe? Maybe he stopped aging at the same age, but it could have happened long before, or long after Logan.

The possibilities could go on for miles… and that wasn't too comforting. It didn't help matters that his… memories? Whatever it was that kept hitting him like a truck every time something stirred the wrong direction in his mind. It didn't help that that last one… seemed an awful lot like Sabretooth was in it. Maybe the same man in all the memories. Just the last one, the look in that mans eyes was actually familiar. It was the look he always found in Sabretooth's soul less eyes when they went head to head.

He snarled gutturally at the realization.

If it were... true. If they were related, one way or another… he certainly didn't want that. Wanted no part in it. Cause if Sabretooth were... anything to him… anything at all, that would make it that he had to mean something to Logan. No part of him wanted to have Sabretooth mean anything important to him. That bastard should rot.

"Funny yer suddenly actin' like you know me so well," Logan barked back finally, ducking under a brush Sabretooth intentionally flung back at him.

Victor's…. Sabretooth's only response was a questioning grunt.

"Back at Liberty Island," He added, wasn't that something to cling to? Something that proved all this was just a bunch of crap. Something Sabretooth was making up to try and get in his head. For whatever twisted reason Sabretooth usually had. Maybe the addition in his memories, or him applying them to the other man, was just letting him in his head.

The other man snorted now, getting down lower towards the ground. Sabretooth's claws brushed the ground as he prowled forward through the brush, Logan followed behind with less care.

"Maybe I smarten up faster than you, little man," He called over his shoulder, slinking towards the far side of the treelike. Logan glanced along, catching a scent Sabertooth must be following.

It was Logan's turn to snort in discerption. There were too many things wrong with that vague statement. Mostly that Sabretooth wasn't smarter than Logan.

"I wasn' busy runnin' from what I am."

That rankled Logan. A growl vibrated in his throat, the carefree way he continued to talk only furthered the smaller feral's anger.

"I've always embraced what I am. Yer always denyin' it. I was just enjoin' the perks of bein' what we are."

"I ain't nothin' like ya," Logan snorted, he chose to ignore the rest of crap he barked on about. Mostly because it struck a cord in Logan, not because Sabretooth knew him…. just… because part of it was true. Logan did run from the things that snarled away inside of him. But it wasn't a bad thing, it was the only thing that kept him human. Look at Sabretooth. Prime example of why he continued to fight against the darker parts of him.

"Keep on tellin' yerself that," Sabretooth laughed boisterously.

"Sounds ta me yer just takin' the easy route," Logan shot back. If the guy wanted to twist words, Logan wouldn't be the only one on the receiving end.

"The easy route would be ta spill yer blood an' let them take yer behind while I make my get away," Sabretooth snarled, slowing his steps. Logan smirked, good, something should bother the inhuman bastard.

"Instead we're following the trail of that missile, why?" Logan barked back. Because it was a set up? Because he didn't believe there was anything between them. "There ain't nothin' between us ta show a reason sides ya need my help."

"Yer the one who needs my help, Runt. Remember that."

"Yer more likely to get me killed than help me," Logan shot back.

Sabertooth turned around angrily and got in Logan's face. Logan's claws slipped out from instinct and he pushed his shoulder back, growling lowly at the other man's fanged snarl.

"Yer too busy havin' problems with yer little head, denyin' what's truth, ta see the threat two steps behind us."

"Ya can pretend ta know things all ya like Sabretooth, yer facts don' add up," He snapped back. "Yer the one runnin' around in circles."

"Sure they do," He shot sarcastically. " Yer just keepin' the blinders on. An' I'm gettin' real tired of carryin' dead wait. Stop sniffling, little brother, and deal with it like a man." Sabertooth roared quickly.

Logan's eyebrows shot up, as Sabertooth seemed to lean back a little. Shocked by what he said, was he? So what, that was his story now, they were brothers?

"Yer full of shit," Logan said, trying to make his own answer feel right. That they weren't anything to each other.

"An' yer a waste of my fuckin' time, James," Victor snarled, the smell of his anger rolling off in stinking waves.

They both stilled suddenly.

"Ya smell that?" Logan questioned.

"Smells like a dead man," Sabretooth growled lowly, turning around in the direction Logan was looking. He didn't know about a dead man… but it did smell like someone covered in that missile's dust.

How did it get that close though? They weren't so busy fighting amongst themselves that someone got only a few feet from them without them realizing. The scene behind the missile though… it smelled damn familiar.

"Howdy boys," A voice said, a man stepped out from the brush, a big gun on his shoulder. He wore a tan cowboy hat and a matching jacket. He pulled his glasses away from his face with a low whistle. "Been a long time since I been seein' the likes o'you two."

He knew this guy… Logan squinted from the buzzing growing in his head again. He couldn't exactly remember him but… actually… it was slowly crawling over his mind…

"John Wraith?" He questioned.

"The one an' only Logan."

Author's Note- Surprises everywhere! Everything will be explained in the coming chapters and we'll see plenty of new, and plenty of familiar faces in the chapters to come! Leave me a review and let me know what everyone thinks of the direction or any guesses! Thanks for reading!