CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

A Ticked Off Sabretooth and a Memory

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What was WRONG with the frail!?

Had he not been clear enough! Didn't she understand English! He had made his orders quite plain and clear; STAY HERE IN ONE SPOT TILL I GET BACK!

Now he ran on all fours, sharp nose picking out scents, claws and feet kicking up leaves and earth, tracking.

His frail had already shown that she had a habit of getting herself into trouble, tripping, falling, getting cut with a razor, but she had no healing factor like he did, no way to stave off a serious accident except by DOING WHAT HE TOLD HER TO DO!

Her scent became stronger along with that of flowers. He did a quick double-take when he bounded up upon her. His frail had wandered off to gather FLOWERS!

Not stopping his momentum in the slightest, he pounced on her, sending both of them to the ground. At the last moment, with only the agility that a feral could possess, Victor turned them around so that he was the one who landed on the ground and she safely cushioned ontop of him.

It was only when the relief hit him that he realized he had been afraid. HE the great Sabretooth AFRAID! The thought both angered and confused him. He wasn't supposed to GET afraid! He was SABRETOOTH!

His claws tangled themselves in her long hair and he let his head hit the ground. "What the HELL were you DOING, frail!"

She was breathing just as heavily as he was. "What was I doing!? What were YOU doing!? I thought I was about to become lunch!" she exclaimed right back at him, just as breathless as he was.

He took in a deep breath, just scenting her.

No blood. Good.

"I TOLD YOU TO STAY THERE!"

"You're hurting my ears!" she exclaimed right back at him. "And I honestly didn't think I had gone that far off!" the sight of him running at her on all fours was still foremost in her mind and she STILL felt like fainting. He had looked every inch the predator, not a hint of the strange but gentle man who had licked her cut closed in the shower. Now she felt that she could truly say she knew what it felt like to be hunted.

She looked back towards the woods where he come bounding out. "How far did I go anyways?" she mumbled, almost to herself.

"Too far." Victor growled

"I seriously didn't think I'd gone that far." She said again, sitting up on his chest.

He growled and pulled her back down.

"I honestly don't know why you're freaking out so much." She said, taking stock of the flowers she had managed to hold onto. "It's not like I can't take care of myself."

He didn't know whether to crack up in laughter, worry about lightning hitting her, or bonk her over the head. Instead, he began to recite to her. "Mountain lion, razor, motorcycle—"

"MOTORCYCLE!" she exclaimed. "Why the heck are you counting a motorcycle!?"

"If I hadn't been there, that thing would have toppled on you, and you know it." He growled back. "—getting lost, not to mention all the enemies I'VE managed to make over my years."

She stopped. That obviously bothered her. "Er…..enemies?"

He rolled his eyes and barred his fangs at her. "It's nothin' you have to worry about if you DO AS I SAY!"

She gritted her teeth together. This guy was getting on her nerves. "I was just picking flowers!" she tried to shove herself off of his chest, but his arms were like iron bands incased in velvet. She wasn't going anywhere until he let her.

"Might I remind you that YOU'RE the one who KIDNAPPED ME!" she almost shouted back.

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Logans eyes went wide as he followed his brother further into the woods then stopped when he spotted Cassie, her eyes huge, a bouquet of wild-flowers in her hands. Logan waited for the older feral to stop his charge…..but he didn't.

The scene was actually comical; the look of gob-smacked surprise on her face with her hands full of wild-flowers, Sabretooth running at her on all fours, TACKLING her, then twisting so that he was the one who took the fall. But that image…..of Sabretooths gentle tackling….taking the brunt of the fall…

-flashback-

"Jimmy, get your ass back here!" A sixteen year old Victor bellowed as he launched himself after his little brother. "Ya gotta go ta bed!"

Thirteen year old Jimmy cracked up laughing, evading his brothers arms, trying to zig-zag as he ran. "I'm thirteen, Vic!" he shouted back, ducking under a tree branch. "Ya can't tell me when ta go ta bed!"

"Like hell I can't!" Victor yelled, but the young Sabretooth was smiling as he gave a playful swipe at his younger brother, claws in. Tensing his back legs, he launched himself into the air like a missile, grabbing his little brother around the middle and rolling so that he took the fall.

Jimmy was practically convulsing with laughter in his brothers arms.

"I told ya, Jimmy-boy, I'll always catch ya." Young Victor said, rubbing his cheek next to his brothers, starting to purr.

-end flashback-

For the first time in a VERY long time, Logan fell flat on his butt in shock, both hands holding onto his head.

`What the hell was that!?` he wondered.

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CONVULSING: shaking hard