CHAPTER TEN:

Brothers Part One

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Waking quickly, Sabretooth took in a deep breath, inhaling the scent of his mate fast asleep. And asleep was how he liked her; safe and resting with none of those ridiculous frail hysterics or stupid tears.

He was supposed to TAKE CARE of her, but, he had to admit, she didn't make it easy on him, and now he had to plan. He didn't want them to stay here; they needed to be back in the woods where he could hunt for her. Where he knew the dangers. This school was an unknown.

He growled a little.

But, at the same time, the runt was here, and if anyone could help his little brother get his memories back, it was the cripple. Also, although he would never admit it, this just might help his mate accept that she was his now.

He shook his head as if trying to dislodge the newly wakened emotions. What did it matter whether she accepted it or not, but she was HIS and she would just have to deal with it. But he did need to get the layout of the school.

Still, he wasn't going to leave her alone while he went to scope out the school, no matter how goody-two-shoe these people were.

`The runt…..` THAT'S what he would do. The runt could watch her while he prowled the halls. Tracking him down wouldn't be a problem, not with his nose.

But first, she needed something to eat.

Right at that moment, there was a soft knock at the door and he scented gardenias. The wind witch.

"The Professor asked me to bring you both some food."

Victor pulled the covers up more snuggly around his mate and rose up off the bed, silent and deadly, giving a soft grunt to signal that the wind witch could come in.

*Words, Victor,* the Professors annoyingly understanding voice spoke in his head. *Use words.*

This time Victor growled in annoyance, warning the telepath out of his head, then back to the door. "Come in."

The door opened and there stood the wind-witch, holding a fancy tray loaded with waffles, bacon, orange-juice, sausage and strawberries.

His own stomach grumbled at the scent of meat, even though it was too cooked for his liking. But it would feed his frail.

Still, he didn't like it.

She should be eating kill he had freshly caught, proof that he could care for her and provide for her and any cubs they may have. And there WOULD be cubs, he would see to that.

The smirk on his face was very male, smug, proud, and predatory and the white-haired Ororo didn't seem to know what to make of it; her unease filled the air with its muddy scent.

"The Professor asked me to bring you both some breakfast." Ororo said quietly.

The scent of food must have made his mate stir, because he heard her turn under the covers yawning. He began a low, rumbling purr, making sure she woke up soothed. So far he knew from experience that she wouldn't STAY calm.

His mate looked adorable with her long hair rumpled and sticking up in odd places, eyes bleary with sleep. She stretched her arms over her head, yawning again, mouth opened wide.

"Good morning." Ororo greeted.

Victor quickly switched his purr to a warning growl. What was the wind-witch still doing here!? He grabbed the tray from her, making the orange-juice teeter-totter dangerously.

His mates eyes went wide as she took in her surroundings. "Oh BEEP!"

Quickly, he started up his purr again and she visibly calmed.

"The Professor wanted to know if you would like to take a tour of the school." Ororo said gently, shaking her head to clear it as the purring affected her also.

Again Victors purr turned into a growl.

*WORDS, Victor.* the professors voice stressed again.

Victor desperately wished that the professor was right infront of him so that he could take a swipe at him with his claws. "She's not going anywhere till I check the place out first." Victor growled.

Ororo blinked. "Oh, well, alright then." The weather witch said, taking things in stride.

Victor put the tray down on the bed infront of his mate with an order; "eat" and then turned to the weather-witch. "Where's the runt?"

Ororo looked confused. "Who?"

Victor thought back. What did the X-geeks call his brother? Ah yeah. "Logan. Where's Logan?"

"I'm not sure. But I can find out."

"I want to see him." Victor growled out.

*Are you sure that's a good idea, Victor?*

*CAN IT CUE-BALL!* Victor growled in his mind. His brother may not remember him, but Jimmy was the only one here on this campus that he could trust with his frail, whether his brother remembered him or not and, if he remembered correctly, Jimmy-boy had always had a soft spot for the frails. Jimmy could keep an eye on his mate while he went and prowled the halls, got a feel for the place (and there was a lot to get a feel of.)

Sabretooth glanced over to make sure his mate was eating, pleased when he saw her stuff two pieces of bacon in her mouth, making a face of contentment. Then he turned back to the weather-witch. "Tell Logan I wanna see him. He can come to me or I can track him down, one way or the other."

Ororo nodded. "Allright."

"And hurry it up!" Victor growled, slamming the door in the wind-witches face.

*VICTOR!*" came the Professors chastising tone.

Victor had time to wonder about his former leaders helmet. Hadn't the old metal-man made a helmet that kept the cue-ball out of his head? Where had that device gone, anyway?

*I believe it was destroyed.* Professor Xaviers voice said drly in his mind. *And that was very rude what you did to Storm just now.*

*I'm not here for finishing-school, baldy.* Sabretooth 'growled'.

Victor could almost hear the Professor sigh in his head, but the cue-ball had obviously chosen not to continue with the current conversation.

Good.

He had other things to worry about right now.

Victor looked over to see his mate gaping at him, food momentarily forgotten, fork frozen in hand halfway up to her mouth.

He gave her a warning growl. "Eat."

Instead, she continued to gawk at him a few seconds before asking; "Why'dya slam the door in her face!?"

Oh, so now his own mate was going to chastise him!? He barred his teeth at her. "Just remember who the alpha is in this relationship, frail."

"And you need to remember some basic manners! Not that I'm one to talk," she added a little softer, almost as an afterthought.

Without another word, he pounced on the bed, his huge frame moving with frightening speed. Both hands braced him on either side of her shoulders, his sharp teeth biting into her neck, not enough to draw blood, but enough for her to feel.

The scent of her fear wafted up to his nostrils and he backed off. He wanted her to obey, that didn't mean he wanted her terrified of him. Shaking his head, he got up quickly. "Eat, frail. Then we're going to go find Jimmy-boy."