author: Lucinda
rating: pg/pg13
main characters: Sabertooth, Scott Sumers & Jean Grey
number fourteen in the 'Messed Up Family' universe
Disclaimer: I hold no legal rights to any characters from BtVS or from any incarnation of the X-Men comics or Movie.
distribution: Twisting the Hellmouth, TNL/QPC, Paula, anyone else ask
note: this is a continuation of the Messed Up Family AU, now into season 1 Buffy. Dawn exists, but is just the younger daughter of Joyce and Hank, not the Key.
Sabertooth watched as the pair of X-Men walked through the trees. They seemed so relaxed, feeling safe here, with their fancy mansion just a little ways to the south. If not for all the trees, it would be visible.
His hand tightened on the tree branch, claws biting into the wood, releasing the scent of tree sap into the air. Because of these people, Magneto had been taken away, locked into a prison. He wouldn't be able to get him out of there either - too many guards and too many guns. It made him angry, and he wanted to do something about it.
But what could he do? Couldn't break Magneto out, couldn't take out the whole X-Men team... Which was why he was here, waiting, watching. Maybe there would be something that he could do.
"Did you have any luck?" The red haired woman was looking at the visored man, her whole body language proclaiming her affection for him. What was her name, Jane or Jeannie or something? "Have you found anything to say if she is related?"
Crouched in the tree, Sabertooth looked up. This... this might be something that he could use.
"Well, I did, actually. Some things that were useful, others that were not. Buffy is the older child of Hank Summers and Joyce Creed Summers, with a younger sister named Dawn." He reached over, catching her hand in his as he smiled at her. "Hank Summers was the younger brother of Christopher Summers, who was my dad. So, that makes her my cousin. Both of them my cousins. Of course, there's a few things linking Hank to the Friends of Humanity, which wasn't so good, but..."
In the tree, Sabertooth blinked, feeling remarkably stunned. Joyce Creed Summers... Joyce Creed. Images flickered in his mind, glimpses of a girl with blond hair, smiling up at him. His own voice calling her pumpkin. He had known a Joyce Creed before...
So many of his memories were fuzzy. The earliest that he could remember clearly, there had been a group of scientists, and they'd been... doing things to him. Hurting him. Everything before that was fuzzy, vague flickering wisps that were most likely to show up as dreams before melting away. Had he... had he had a family before?
Slowly, he pulled out a thin metal chain from a pouch at his belt. Dangling from it was a single tag, bearing letters and numbers, and several nicks and scratches. The number was meaningless to him, but the letters were clear. They spelled out a name. Creed, Victor L. His name.
Carefully, he moved through the trees, following the X-Men. Maybe they would have more information, useful information about the woman that he was certain was his daughter. How had he forgotten a family?
"... so if Hank and Joyce got a divorce, where do the girls live now?" He'd missed part of the redhead's question.
"Buffy and her sister live with their mom, in a little town called Sunnydale. It's a couple hours north of Los Angeles. Supposed to be pretty quiet, from the official information." The man sounded as if he had plans forming in his mind.
Leaning against him, the woman chuckled. "You're trying to figure out how to go see them, aren't you Scott?"
"Jean, they're my family. I haven't... Since the plane crash, I don't have a family. It might be nice to find some relatives."
Sabertooth smiled as he let them walk away. Sunnydale, California... He had relatives in Sunnydale. The fact that his daughter had apparently married someone related to one of those X-Men was something that he could ignore, after all, she probably hadn't known, and they were divorced anyhow. How old was his daughter?
He would definitely be heading west. All he had to figure out now was the best way to get there. And maybe what to say to his daughter when he found her. Somehow, he had the feeling that she might not be happy with him.
end I Have Relatives.
rating: pg/pg13
main characters: Sabertooth, Scott Sumers & Jean Grey
number fourteen in the 'Messed Up Family' universe
Disclaimer: I hold no legal rights to any characters from BtVS or from any incarnation of the X-Men comics or Movie.
distribution: Twisting the Hellmouth, TNL/QPC, Paula, anyone else ask
note: this is a continuation of the Messed Up Family AU, now into season 1 Buffy. Dawn exists, but is just the younger daughter of Joyce and Hank, not the Key.
Sabertooth watched as the pair of X-Men walked through the trees. They seemed so relaxed, feeling safe here, with their fancy mansion just a little ways to the south. If not for all the trees, it would be visible.
His hand tightened on the tree branch, claws biting into the wood, releasing the scent of tree sap into the air. Because of these people, Magneto had been taken away, locked into a prison. He wouldn't be able to get him out of there either - too many guards and too many guns. It made him angry, and he wanted to do something about it.
But what could he do? Couldn't break Magneto out, couldn't take out the whole X-Men team... Which was why he was here, waiting, watching. Maybe there would be something that he could do.
"Did you have any luck?" The red haired woman was looking at the visored man, her whole body language proclaiming her affection for him. What was her name, Jane or Jeannie or something? "Have you found anything to say if she is related?"
Crouched in the tree, Sabertooth looked up. This... this might be something that he could use.
"Well, I did, actually. Some things that were useful, others that were not. Buffy is the older child of Hank Summers and Joyce Creed Summers, with a younger sister named Dawn." He reached over, catching her hand in his as he smiled at her. "Hank Summers was the younger brother of Christopher Summers, who was my dad. So, that makes her my cousin. Both of them my cousins. Of course, there's a few things linking Hank to the Friends of Humanity, which wasn't so good, but..."
In the tree, Sabertooth blinked, feeling remarkably stunned. Joyce Creed Summers... Joyce Creed. Images flickered in his mind, glimpses of a girl with blond hair, smiling up at him. His own voice calling her pumpkin. He had known a Joyce Creed before...
So many of his memories were fuzzy. The earliest that he could remember clearly, there had been a group of scientists, and they'd been... doing things to him. Hurting him. Everything before that was fuzzy, vague flickering wisps that were most likely to show up as dreams before melting away. Had he... had he had a family before?
Slowly, he pulled out a thin metal chain from a pouch at his belt. Dangling from it was a single tag, bearing letters and numbers, and several nicks and scratches. The number was meaningless to him, but the letters were clear. They spelled out a name. Creed, Victor L. His name.
Carefully, he moved through the trees, following the X-Men. Maybe they would have more information, useful information about the woman that he was certain was his daughter. How had he forgotten a family?
"... so if Hank and Joyce got a divorce, where do the girls live now?" He'd missed part of the redhead's question.
"Buffy and her sister live with their mom, in a little town called Sunnydale. It's a couple hours north of Los Angeles. Supposed to be pretty quiet, from the official information." The man sounded as if he had plans forming in his mind.
Leaning against him, the woman chuckled. "You're trying to figure out how to go see them, aren't you Scott?"
"Jean, they're my family. I haven't... Since the plane crash, I don't have a family. It might be nice to find some relatives."
Sabertooth smiled as he let them walk away. Sunnydale, California... He had relatives in Sunnydale. The fact that his daughter had apparently married someone related to one of those X-Men was something that he could ignore, after all, she probably hadn't known, and they were divorced anyhow. How old was his daughter?
He would definitely be heading west. All he had to figure out now was the best way to get there. And maybe what to say to his daughter when he found her. Somehow, he had the feeling that she might not be happy with him.
end I Have Relatives.