CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

On Ice…..Again

AN: I tried for a longer chapter guys, but longer chapters take more time. So it's either a shorter chapter and update more often, or longer chapters and you have to wait a bit. Your pick. ;P

When he came upon the jet platform where Jimmy was loading up the game, Sabretooth was pissed. His mate had disobeyed orders AGAIN, and he was in no mood to deal with any more complications. Right now he had to figure out a way to show his mate he meant business. He was alpha and what he said was LAW.

The only problem was he could just smell the complications rising. For one thing, Jimmy-boy was far too tense, even if he DIDN'T know who his older brother was. For another, there was a scent he didn't recognize blowing down from the plane.

He growled low, in no mood for surprises. "Who's on the plane, Jimmy?"

For once, Logan didn't correct him on the use of his 'name'. "Storm, the Professor, and one other." The Wolverine said, loading another deer. "Come help me with this bear, I ain't haul'n the carcass on my own, you can damn well help out."

Sabretooth growled warningly. He was the elder brother here AND the alpha, whether Jimmy remembered it or not. Great, he was going to have to slam the laws of the jungle into TWO thick heads.

"Who's the other, Jimmy." Victor growled, adding some good old-fashioned alpha testosterone into the air.

Logan turned slowly to face the older feral, clenching and unclenching his fists. "Some guy named Steve Aswell, bub." Logan growled, ignoring Cassies gasp. "Now GET OFF MY CASE!"

In response, Victor let out a great roar, making his frail in his arms jump about fifty feet, scrambling to get away from the nosie.

Snickt. Logans claws came out.

*BOTH OF YOU, THAT'S ENOUGH!* then Xavier took control and the two froze like statues.

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Cassie managed to wiggle her way out of Sabretooths arms (a feat that would have been impossible, had he not been frozen) then fell to the ground with an 'umph'.

Picking herself up off the ground, she dusted off the seat of her jeans, scowling at the two frozen ferals. "I'm gonna start keeping a score-card on how many times the Professor puts you two on ice." She growled herself at them then smiled a little, her mind wandering. "Heah, I made a pun. Frozen….on ice….and you guys are frozen…Heh heh."

She shook herself out of her little side-track and glared at the frozen Sabretooth who glared right back. "WHAT on EARTH is WRONG with you! I was just PICKING FLOWERS!" there was no better time to vent at him, she figured, then when he was frozen from the Professor and couldn't do anything. "And then YOU have to come RUNNING at me like some huge TIGER about EAT ME!" she took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I get that you're trying to take care of me. Really, I do. And I think it's kinda sweet. But I've only known you for, what, two three days!"

*Are you finished Miss. Andrews?* came the Professors voice in her head.

She sighed and closed her eyes. "Yeah, I'm finished."

*Very well.* The platform finished going up with the dead animals. *It seems that our friends Victor and Logan were a little zealous in their hunting. I am telekinetically moving the…..game to the store-hold. When the platform comes back down, I will instruct Victor and Logan to get on. You friend Mr. Aswell will be coming down to make sure you don't fall.* and the platform began to lower again.

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Neither Victor nor his feral counterpart Sabretooth were happy when the platform lowered again with a tall and confident blonde man standing on it. He was even LESS happy when his mate ran to him and enfolded him in a hug with an "UNCLE STEVE!"

At the word 'Uncle', Sabretooth scented the air (again, his ability to growl, his eyes, and his nose were left under his own control) and found absolutely NO blood link from this blonde male to his mate. Family had a scent, a kind of underlying genetic pattern that ran in the blood (why Jimmy hadn't figured that out yet was a mystery, but Victor was contributing it to brain damage that hopefully a few more knocks on the head could cure) and this 'Uncle Steve' was of no blood relation to his mate. And, as he was no blood relation, he had NO RIGHT to even TOUCH his MATE!

When his body walked out of its own decision onto the platform along with his brother, Victor was so close he could smell the mans pathetic deodorant (old spice, probably). He was so close that, if he was in control of his body, he could have just pushed the annoying b*stard off the platform and hope for a broken neck, but no, he and Jimmy were standing docilely on the platform like two whipped curs.

"How are you, ma petite chaton?"

His mate groaned and buried her face in the mans shirt, prompting Victor to let out a warning growl.

"You have NO IDEA of the last few days I've had." Cassie grumbled, ignoring Victors growl.

"I am beginning to get an idea." Steve said dryly as the platform finished rising into the plane.

VOCABULARY:

DOCILELY: quietly, submissively

CUR: a mean term for a dog that's been beaten into submission

MA PETITE CHATON: (French) My little kitten