CHAPTER TWELVE:
Brothers Part Three
AN: I'm sorry this chapter took so long, guys. Getting it done was kind of like pulling teeth.
A shout out to g-love99. I loved your review, thank you so much! (huggles) You got my hindquarters in gear to write the next few chapters.
PREVIOUSLY:
*That,* came the Professors voice into both of their heads *is the danger-room.*
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"Sounds dangerous…." Cassie mumbled quietly to herself, starting a little when a metal door opened.
*You are welcome to go inside.* came the Professors voice into both of their heads and Victor easily went in. *This is an area where our students can train or the X-men can practice maneuvers. It's basically a highly advanced battle-simulation machine.*
The door lead to what seemed to be an observation studio. There were a few couches facing a glass window that showed what appeared to be a forest below them where the man with metal claws was slashing and fighting…..SABRETOOTH!?
Cassie blinked, stunned, and looked up quickly to make sure that the person carrying her was really her captor. She poked him a little. "Um, do you have a twin?"
Victor growled. "No."
"Then, who's that down there?"
*Think of it as a hologram…..* the Professor said in their minds. *A very life-like hologram.*
The fake Sabretooth and the Wolverine were fighting tooth and nail, literally and figuratively, using teeth and claw, fists and legs.
"Okay, I'm no Sigmund Freud," Cassie commented, watching the battle from Victors arms. "but even I can see that your brothers got issues with you." She winced when the holographic Sabretooth was beheaded by Logans blades. "See?" she pointed to the evidence. " He just killed you."
"Doesn't remember….." Victor growled in explanation.
She looked up at him in surprise. "Doesn't remember… he doesn't remember you?"
He gave a little grunt that she was learning meant 'yes'.
"Why not?"
Victor shrugged.
Just then the metal door slid open again, and there sat Xavier. "He doesn't remember, I believe, because of something that Stryker did to him."
Sabretooth growled low in his voice. "What…..What did he do?" his question was more of a demand and in his voice was violence and destruction.
"I still don't know for certain." the Professor replied. "When Logan first came to us, he wanted me to read his mind, he wanted me to help him bring back his memory, but there's only so much I can do without increasing the brain damage. We just have to give him time."
Victor growled again. "I need to talk to him."
The Professor just nodded, wheeling over to a button on the wall and pushing it. When he spoke, his voice was obviously heard inside of the danger-room. "Logan, you have someone here who wants to talk to you."
The Wolverine looked up towards the observation deck and growled angrily.
The Professor gave a long-suffering sigh. "Just try, Logan, for once."
All three of them watched as The Wolverine stormed from the danger-room into another door that slid open from the wall. Where there had previously been a dense, sunlit forest he had been fighting in, the 'danger-room' was once again a large, steel paneled metal made room, with no sign of the forest it had once projected.
She gaped.
"That is some serious technology you have going on." She complimented the Professor.
"Thank you." Xavier said politely, turning his wheel-chair to face another wall. Sure enough, part of the wall slid open to reveal a fuming, frightening looking Wolverine.
Her breath caught in her throat. Even though the guy was short (WAY short, especially compared to Sabretooth) he still had that animal air of menace, of danger (the sharp metal claws coming from his knuckles were no comfort). And he was DEFINITELY pissed off.
He let out a low growl. "I told you, Chuck, I want nothin' to do with the fleabag." He began to pace anxiously infront of them, eyes never leaving Sabretooths huge form.
Victor cut in before anything else could be said. "I need you to watch the frail, Jimmy. You're the only one here I trust."
The Wolverine froze in his prowling, his eyes widening for a split second before he let out a low, angry growl. "I TOLD you fleabag, my name's not JIMMY! What kind of game are ya playin!?" he swiped at the air with his claws and Cassie gasped, automatically sinking deeper into Victors arms.
"You may go by Logan now, but you've always been Jimmy to me." Sabretooth growled back, sitting Cassie gently on the floor then pushing her behind him protectively behind him.
The Wolverine eyed this action incredulously. "You protect'n her!? Did someone other than me hit you too hard on the head!"
"Logan," the Professor said calmly. "Miss. Andrews here is Victors mate."
"Yeah, sure, and that's why he had her locked up in a cabin." Logan growled, looking to the young woman behind his arch enemy. "Are you with him by choice?"
Again, the Professor answered. "I have invited Miss. Andrews to stay here while she and Victor get to know each other."
"What, she can't answer for herself!?"
She just gaped at him, withdrawing into herself. By choice? Heck no, by choice! This crazy feral mutant had kidnapped her! Forcefully kept her in a cabin, saved her from a mountain lion, hunted for her, and kept her warm. `Oh crap, maybe I DO have Stockholm syndrome.` Either way, she didn't know how to answer him, it felt like there was a word block-up in her mouth.
"Darlin, if you need help I can protect ya." Logan said lowly.
Sabretooth's warning growl snapped her out of her inner confused musings.
"That's what I need you to do, runt. Keep an eye on her while I learn the layout of this place."
"I meant protect her from you, fleabag." Logan growled, then what Victor said finally got to him and he switched his glare to the Professor. "You're gonna let this crazy feline go around the school with the kids!"
Now Sabretooths growl grew in volume. "I DON'T hurt CUBS, Jimmy. Ask your mate!"
Logan stopped his pacing in his tracks. "What?!"
Victor rolled his eyes. "The frail with the white stripe." Victor chuckled lowly when his little brother just looked confused. "Don't' tell me you haven't figured it out yet." He shifted a little on his feet, a fluid, hunters move. This was a perfect opportunity to tease his little brother, but the scent of his frail behind him brought him back on track. "Whatever. We can deal with your thick head later. In the meantime I need you to watch my frail while I check the school out. Now are ya gonna do it or what?!"
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Logan looked from his huge, burly arch-enemy to the young-woman behind him peeking around his side. He had to admit, she didn't look like she had been hurt; a little dirty, yes, but no worse for wear. Heck, she was still ALIVE and that wasn't like Sabretooth at all! But he couldn't tell whether or not she WANTED to be with this insane mutant. Her lack of response bothered him. Heck, this whole SITUATION bothered him.
But maybe if he was left alone with this poor girl, he could get her to talk. Maybe get the Professor to see reason. So, as much as it galled him to agree with anything the fleabag said, he gave a curt nod. "Sure, ah'll watch her."
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Sabretooth let out a low growl. Good. His little brother was the second best protection he could have for his mate. If any of the stupid X-Geeks tried to hurt her, they wouldn't get past Jimmy; he was second best only to himself.
He gave a curt nod, a growl of approval. "Take care of her, Jimmy." He stalked towards the door, ignoring Jimmys answering growl of annoyance and anger. "And ask your frail again what happened with Magneto." And with that parting advice, Sabretooth left the room.