© Autumn Raine

A/N: Hey! It's another chappie. Hooray! *dance dance* Sorry if last chapter confused anyone. I didn't mean to! Hopefully I won't confuse you in this one too. x.x;

So you know, telepathy looks like this...: TELEPATHY! BWUAH HA HA!

o.o Ok. There's a lot of switching from the hospital to the X-Men, and back and forth and so on and so on...I hope I don't loose you guys...I tried spacing the little 'scenes' sort-or-speak...;

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Searching for the Lost




.."..This just in!" The brunette newscaster looked up to the camera, bright hazel eyes looking directly at the lens. Eyes moved a bit from side to side; obviously reading from a teleprompter. "Bayville Hospital has confirmed that the girl found in a near residential area has been identified, yet the name and age has not been released to the press. Unfortunately, she's in terrible condition and is being transferred to the ICU. Doctors are hesitant if she will survive the brutal attack that left a horrifying crime scene. They are contemplating if surgery will save her from internal bleeding and scars..."

"No way!" Kitty blinked, staring at the TV screen. "Wow. I hope Veronica is ok. This story totally gave me a like, cold chill."

"She...She didn't come home last night, half-pint?" Logan glared at Kitty, brushy brows pushing forward.

"No. Was she like, supposed to?" Kitty looked to him, head tilting to the side.

Logan growled loudly, fist slamming into the kitchen table. Quickly, he got out of his chair and stormed out of the kitchen; boots loudly clunking on the floor to Xavier's office. Blunt fingertips curled themselves into fists, then slammed themselves into Xavier's wooden door; bursting it open and almost off it's hinges. "She didn't come back, Charles." He growled lowly, pacing back and forth near the window.

Xavier wheeled near Logan, fingers at his temples when his eyes closed.

Veronica...

No response.

Veronica, I know you can hear me. I know you can. Answer me.

Still no response, only a bone chilling silence.

Veronica!

Xavier's eyes sprung wide. "She's not responding...." [ A/N: There ya go, Captain Obvious! ]

"What do you mean, Chuck?!" Logan glared back at Xavier, bladed fists angrily at his sides; awaiting to slice anything.

"...Cerebro. I must use Cerebro." Xavier wheeled out of the room, knowing by Logan's heavy footsteps that he was close behind.....






..."I'm-up-for-a-challenge-anytime." Pietro smirked, crossing his arms over his chest; his lean physique straight in posture as he smirked devilishly.

"Pretty boy wants to pick on little girls." Veronica looked to Pietro, then to Todd, his tongue still clenched on his now throbbing tongue. "And you....does this hurt too much? What if I..." Her blades moved up, then down quickly, nearly slicing the first layer of his green tongue. "..slipped?" She raised a brow mockingly. [ A/N: Mockingly...is that even a word? Oh well. I made it up. D ]

Todd winced, his eyes snapping shut quickly and tightly. Muscles tensed, awaiting for pain.

Pietro zipped to Veronica's side, leaning over to whisper in her ear, "Don't-keep-me-waiting." He zipped where her hand was on Todd's tongue, a pale hand quickly and easily taking it out from her grip. Todd snapped his tongue back into his mouth, greyish-pale hands rubbing at his cheeks. Pietro looked to Todd, "Last-time-I-ever-touch-that-thing,-Todd." He cringed, then whipped his head back to face Veronica.

She wiped her slimed hand over her shirt, then held it out infront of her, "Clean, don't'cha think?"

"Nice.-Maybe-you-should-get-an-award." Pietro rolled his eyes.

"Maybe I should." Veronica smirked. "I don't want my dirty hands to touch you, Pretty boy." Then, she looked to her blades that were sprung out on her fists, and sent them to her sides as she got ready to spring into action. "...But, I guess my blades'll have to do the work for now."

Pietro smirked as well, accepting her challenge. "This-is-going-to-be-so-easy. Why-don't-you-quit-now? I-never-loose."

"Never loose? Wow. Wonder how it feels to be beatin' by a girl?" She raised a brow.

"Wonder?-Why-of-couse-not. No-need-to-wonder-when-I-know-I-won't-loose. But,-if you insist-I'll-go- easy-on-you..." Pietro sneered.

"Fine. Then you go first..."

"No, you. Ladies-first." Pietro waved a finger.

"Naw, you kin go. I'm waitin', Quickie."





......"Cerebro picked up the use of mutant powers. Well, she still is in the Hospital."

"We know that, Charles. We know. But where in there? We gotta get 'er out." Logan looked to Xavier with hope, maybe it was he cared for his...daughter? Daughter?....Am I even sure she is?

"Perhaps she is your daughter, Logan. You seem to care all to much for the girl." Xavier broke his gaze from the large monitor, wise eyes looking up to the large man.

"....Probin' the mind again, 'eh Charles?" Logan tape his temple, then looked up to the monitor.

"Didn't have to, Logan. Didn't have to.." Xavier looked to the monitor, a field scan of the hospital appeared on the screen. Four red lights appeared scattered upon the map, three in a cluster, and one seeming to be in another wing. "..Veronica isn't alone, I see."

"I'm goin'." Logan turned from the monitor, boots clunking as he walked out of the room.

Not alone, Logan. You are not going alone. Xavier said firmly, causing Logan to stop in his tracks and turn quickly to Xavier.

Sighing reluctantly, " Fine, Charles. Round up the crew, and I'll met you there."



....."Oh my God! Sometimes I do like, wonder if I'm like, psychic or something." Kitty looked up to Rogue as she slipped on her baby-blue gloves as they came to the bottom of the stairs.

Jaded eyes rolled as white strands fell over to the bridge of her nose. Gloved hands folded over her chest. "Sometimes Ah wonder if you 'ave a brain."

Kitty pursed her lips as she clenched her fists at her sides. "I do have a brain, Rogue. It's you that doesn't have a like, a soul."

Rogue snickered to herself, shrugging off the 'harsh comeback.' "Wow, Kit. Ah'm like, so hurt." She touched a hand to her chest.

"Ugh!" Hands flew up in the air as blue boots stomped on the floor angrily, heading towards Scott, Jean, Evan, and Kurt.

Jean's emerald eyes darted to Rogue, then back to Kitty. "Can we save the fighting for later?"

"Yeah. We've got better things to do, you two." Scott glared to Kitty and Rogue.

"..Everyone. To the X-Jet. " The professor wheeled in to the lobby, Storm at his side.

"Wow. We sure made this a team a'venture." Rogue slowly joined the group, arms still folded over her chest.

"Veronica is not alone. They may be others waiting for us as well."

"You mean like, Lance and stuff?" Kitty interjected, a bit of a squeal in her voice.

"Is he all ya ever think about?" Rogue snapped at Kitty.

"No...I think like, about other stuff to."..Kitty trailed off, blue eyes looking up to the older X-Men for support. But all she got were shakes of heads or blank faces..."..Wow. Thanks for helping." She added a roll of the eyes.






...Veronica glared to Pietro, "What's takin' ya so long?"

"I'm-wondering-if-this-is-worth-my-time." Pale fingers rubbed as his smooth chin, "Or...-if-there's-going-to-be-back-up."

"Lance and Fred ain't comin', yo." Todd said lowly, huddling in the corner. He was actually afraid of the girl...with the claws...and the painful grip...and the sharp blades...sharp...sharp..blades that could cut..tongue..

Icy blue eyes darted to Todd, a slender fist waving infront of him. "What-the-hell?! Mystique-said-they'd-be-coming!"

"She ain't too dependable, yo." Todd muttered, pushing himself further against the cold, concrete corner.

"Can't-depend-on-anyone-anymore." Pietro gritted his teeth, a hand running through his sleek white hair. Crystal eyes darted over to Veronica, who had made her way towards the encased metal window. "What-do-you-think-you're-doing?" He snapped.

Swiping her blades at the metal bars over the window, pieces of the rusty metal bounced to the ground; clanking and clinging until they rolled to a stop against the wall. "Nothin'." She shrugged, slate-grey eyes looking over her shoulder to him.

Gritting his teeth, he zipped over to her side. Hands grabbed her shoulders and firmly placed her against the wall. Eyebrows pushed forward and lids went on narrow slants, his lips pulled back in a furious sneer, "You're-not-leaving-until-we're-done-with-you!" He dug his hands against her shoulders.

Veronica gasped shortly as he pushed her, shoulder blades rubbing against the cold, grainy walls of the room. Strands of her hair fell over her eyes, blocking her view from the furious Speedster who seemed to have a bit of a devilish gleam in those crystal clear eyes.

"I wouldn't leave all the work up to you kids, would I?" A low voice growled, foot steps following.

Dropping her to the ground, Pietro swung around to be face to face with...Sabretooth. Large hands grabbed the lean boy by the throat, and tossed him into the corner where his lanky, Toad friend had been huddling.

Veronica looked up to the dusty-haired man, his broad shoulders sending a chill down her spine. Memories...so scrambled...Images passed by her eyes, conflicting with what she knew..what she'd seen...who she met...Why was it so confusing? Metal blades from her fists scraped along the ground as she pushed herself back up to her feet; but she was only sent back to the ground by his massive fist striking her across her cheeks.

"Been a while, huh?" He growled, yellow eyes glaring down to her.

Scrambling back up to her feet, she dodged the next swinging hand. Hands went up infront of her her, lips pulling back as she growled. "Why are you here?"

"Finish what I started a long time ago...." Sabretooth ran a tongue along his jagged teeth, a bit of an animalistic grin pulling on his tiers. Rough, scruffy cheeks covered in dusty yellow pulled on his lips; and narrowed his yellow eyes. Large hands crept to his sides, fingertips ready to grab the slender girl.

"Finish?..." She blinked quickly, the imagery passing by her eyes once more in a confused jumble. Arms bent so that fists were waist level, and blades were ready to be sunk into flesh. Crouching a bit, she looked up to the massive beast that stood infront of her. "...You're not gonna finish anythin'." She growled as well.

"Really.."..He rumbled, his hand grabbing her by the throat. Fingertips sealed about her neck, and lifted her till she was eye level with him.

Feet dangled over the ground below her; cheeks puffing as she tried to gasp for air. Blades retracted back into her fists, and slender hands went to her neck; her fingers being no match for his, who were at least twice the width of her own. Frantically, black polished nails scratched at the rough skin on his hands; lips parting as she continued to gasp wildly for air.

"Don't you remember, little girl..." He growled, bringing his face closer to hers.

Legs kicked as she dangled in the air, and hands continued to try and pry the death grip off her neck. But soon that energy to fight faded. Darkness clouded about her eyes, diminishing her view from all sides. Lids slowly became heavy, and began to drag down over her slate-grey pools; cheeks continuing to puff for the small amount of air that came into her deprived lungs.

He roared loudly, and his hand was suddenly taken from about her neck, and placed upon his chest. She could feel her body fall lifelessly to the ground, large gasps of the sweet air filing her lungs; blades weakly sliding out from between her knuckles. Her limp, bruised neck only allowed her head to fall to the side; slate-grey eyes gazing upward at the three metal blades that protruded through the flesh of the large beast Sabretooth. Crimson blood dribbled out from between his fingers, and the set of three blades disappeared from his flesh.

Wincing, she felt her body beginning to float up to the air; then be received in strong arms moments later. Blurred vision saw the ruby quartz visors looking down to her face; sturdy hands holding her gently yet firmly. Brown hair dusted the top of his head, a bit of a smile on his lips; "Did you really think we wouldn't come back for the action?"

Tired lids fell halfway over her eyes, her head falling limply back into his arm.

Sabretooth roared loudly, his wounds slowly healing over with fresh soft skin. Blood stained his clothing as he looked back to the Bladed beast behind him, yellow eyes glaring at the suited figure.

Crimson blood dribbled off the tips of the blades...."..Gotta problem, 'bub?"

"You...and those...those..kids!" Sabretooth roared, a finger with a long black nail pointed at the teens that appeared in the room. Jean was nearby Scott, and he cradled the half-awake Veronica in his arms. Kitty, Kurt, and Rogue appeared from the wall; each had a looking devilish...yet, Rogue looking the most natural in this emotion. [ A/N: No offense to Rogue Fans. I like her too! :D! ]

"We jus' made it a family outin'." Rogue grit her teeth, glaring to Pietro and Todd who were standing in the corner; equally firm in their stand and gritting their teeth.

"Where are like, the rest of your friends? Like you guys have any, anyway.." Kitty pursed her lips together as she put her hands on her waist.

"Well hey to you too, KitKat." Lance smirked, appearing cross-armed in the doorway; a bulky Freddy standing behind him, his arms crossed over his chest as well...well..he tried to cross them anyway...

Freddy pounded a fist into his hand. "Who's next for the X-Geeks to get their face bashed in?" A smirk played on his thin lips and chubby cheeks.

"Whoa. I thought we just came to get Veronica, and that's it..." Jean looked around, hoping someone would hear her.

Veronica slipped her way from Scott's arms, and went to her feet; her balance a bit off, but well enough to keep her standing. Slate-grey eyes shifted their gaze over to Sabretooth, blades fully creeping out from her fists. "Do you wanna finish now?"

Yellow eyes went to the young girl with the blades, a smirk pulling on his rough lips. His deep voice chuckled as he smirked, "We could do two for one...Daddy and Daughter."

Logan growled, his voice firm and rough, "I think not, 'bub. This is now between you and me!" Bladed fist came up front of his face.

"Daddy, no!" Veronica shouted out, hands grabbing the large Sabretooth by his massive, muscular arm. But she only looked wide eyed to Logan, occasionally blinking with confusion.... What did she just say...Daddy?...I..I called him Daddy...

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A/N: So you like so far? Sorry if this chapter confused you. I didn't mean to! ! Just happens. I confuse myself a lot. x.x; I think that's a bad thing.

Anyway....About Sabretooth...He can't be like, out-of-character in this fic. He's hardly even in the show, and, if he is, he's always like "I'm gonna get you, Wolverine!" *roar* And stuff. So...I added a bit to his character.. Hehe. So..Please! R+R! I love it! Makes me feel loved. ^-^