© Autumn Raine

A/N: Another chapter in the never ending saga! :D! No...it's not neverending....it will eventually end. D

Summary: Well...It's just like, fighting and stuff. Some drama-ness to add to the mind-boggling question...Is she really his daughter!?

__________________________________________________________________________________




....Save me Daddy....




"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...

Logan's eyes widened, bladed fists dropping to his sides. What did he just call her?

Sabretooth looked to Logan to the Veronica, his other hand grabbing her by the throat. Lifting her in the air, she struggled once more to rid herself of his grip about her neck. Gaze shifted to Logan "I hate to interupt this family reunion...but...." He came to a stop as he felt Veronica no longer in his hand.

Kitty giggled, holding Veronica by the wrist. "That was like, totally easy."

Sabretooth growled, eyes narrowing as he looked over to Logan. "This ain't over between us..." Nostrils flared as he scented the approaching fuzzy boy behind him. A large hand then swiped at the blue elf that was inching it's way towards him. Blue flung back, hitting full blown into the concrete wall; then falling limply down to the cold cement on the ground. Three fingers hands sprawled out as tail flopped to the ground.

"Kurt!" Kitty cried out, blue eyes darting to Jean. "Jean! Do something!" Her voice frantic, and almost childish; blue gloved fingers tightened a bit as she held onto Veronica's arm.

"On it!" Jean nodded, and quickly used her TK to lift the injured boy off the ground. She sent him over to Scott's arms..

"Why can't I get involved in the fighting?" Scott whined, holding the lean blue boy in his arms; a bit of a pout pulling at his thin lips.

"You're supposed to be responsible, oh fear-less leader." Jean snapped, narrowing her eyes.

Gulping, he added a nod; man was that boy whipped.

Kitty let go of Veronica and put her hands on her waist. Veronica stood at her side, feet parting a bit and bladed fists going to her sides as she got ready to fight.

"This is like, pathetic. You losers aren't like, doing a thing." Kitty looked over to the members of the Brotherhood, particularly the brown-eyed senior.

"You X-Geeks cause e'nough trouble already, yo." Todd positioned his lanky legs on the side of his crouched torso.

"Seems the X-Geeks want a bit of a lesson from the Brotherhood." Freddy pounded a fist into his hand again.

"Bring it, fat-boy." Veronica growled, a bit of a smirk pulling at her lips.

The bulky boy's glare darted to Veronica, and, if he could, he would have taken her and eaten her like an Oreo...but..he couldn't. Red anger flared up on his cheeks as he brought clenched fists to his sides. "Oh, you're askin' for it! Nothin' stops the Blob!" He cried, boots pounding on the ground as he went to crush her little frame into the ground.

Veronica grabbed Kitty's wrist, and looked her straight in the eyes. "When I say 'go', you phase, a'ight?"

She responded with a nod, and looked worrily to the large teenager that was gaining momentum.

"Go!!" Veronica cried, and the bulky boy went head first into the wall; and landed to the floor amoungst concrete bricks.

Kitty stuck out her tongue in disgust, hands quickly wiping at her arms and legs. "Eww! I so have to shower now!" She cringed, and hugged herself in digust.

Sabretooth smirked, and diverted his attention to Logan; who was gritting his teeth, glaring at the yellow haired beast. A large hand went to the ground as he crouched lowly, strands of dusty gold falling over his shoulders; pretty much looking like an animalistic football player ready for a line-man's attack. "Ready, pal?" He growled.

Logan returned his answer by leaping at Sabretooth with claws extended on both hands. Muscular fingers grabbed Sabretooth's shoulders, and tackled him to the ground. Pinning him firmly to the ground, he quickly retracted his blades and sent a fist into his face; metal from his bones clanking as it hit the hard cheek bones of his opponent.

Sabretooth rummbled a growl as he flung Logan off of him, sending the large man into Scott and Kurt. Kurt tumbled to the ground, weary lids slowly blinking as conciousness returned to him. "V'hat is going on?" He grummbled, three fingers rubbing at his head.

Logan scrammbled back up to his feet, and shoved Scott from his path. "Move it, one-eye." He growled, piercing eyes glaring to Sabretooth who once again had Veronica in a hand by the neck; as well as Half-Pint in the other.

"Wolverine! Help!" Kitty gasped, blue eyes looking hopelessly to Logan.

Kurt's golden eyes darted to Kitty, and his heart sunk. He had to help her, he had a bit of feelings for her. But who else didn't? She was the adorable, innocent, Kitty Pryde...even if she never did return the affection. "Keety!" He cried, scrambling on all fours towards her; tail flickering wildly behind him.

"I don't think so, Elf-Boy!" Lance grit his teeth, a fist jutting up from his side. The floor began to spilt quickly towards the blue fuzzed elf, and crept up under him; jagged pieces of concrete colliding with him. Once again, he was knocked out to the ground....Aw...he tried..

"Daddy..."..Veronica whispered, slate-grey eyes tearing a bit from the amount of pressure on her neck as she looked to Logan.

"What was that, little girl?" Sabretooth whispered in her ear, his breath sending chills down from her bare neck and down her back. Tiny hairs on her body stood erect as the chill continued throughout her body. He'd given up on the Shadowcat, who phased right through his hands and scrambled over to the sidelines with Jean, Scott, and now the once more injured Kurt. Scott seeming to try to get at least some of the crew out of the room.

"I didn't say a thing.."..Veronica shivered.

"You said somethin', didn't you little girl..?" Sabretooth let the words "little girl" roll off his tongue, a bit of a gleem shimmering off his pale pupils. Fingers began to curl tighter about her thin neck.

She gasped for air, legs kicking wildly as fingertips scraped at his hands. "Daddy!" She yelped, but, time felt so stale; and as if she were making no noise. Her throat went dry, and even if she tried to cry out again; it would come out as a raspy, dry whisper...that surely no one would hear. Blades sprung from her fists as her nerves were in shock from the grip about her neck, metal sinking themselves into the soft flesh of his hands. Slate-grey eyes looked fearfully up at the pain that began to swell into his eyes, but only the opposite reaction she expected happened. His other hand grabbed hers, and pulled her blades out from his hand; easily crushing them between his now bloody fingers.

"...Why isn't daddy doin' anythin', huh?" He hissed in her ear once more, new flesh seeping over the three gashes on his hand.

Lids felt heavy as tears swelled in her eyes. Why wasn't he helping her? What was taking so long? Why...?






"I'm sorry..no more questions." Doctor McHarty pushed his way through the swarm of reporters outside of the hospital doors and into the main lobby. Few radio news casters approached quickly, shoving small tape recorders infront of his heavily stressed face.

"How is the girl doing?" A husky voice mummbled.

"What's the age of the victim?" A young man shouted out to the tape recorder held by a shaking, pale hand.

"Do you have any identification for the girl?" Another shouted.

"I said no more questions.." He shoved off the tape recorders and headed down one of the hallways in the wing to the right. Broad shoulder pushed against a near "Stair Case" door, and continued down the damp stairs to the lowest level. Lights hung from the ceiling from thin, wire frayed strings; that sparked ever so often when hit with that sparsely dripping water from the bent pipes above. Sneakers squeaked along the floor as he walked over occasional puddles, rats scattering and squeaking as they ran back to their homes.

Squeaking sneakers were soon repleaced by white shoes, and traveled upwards to the blue skin and white clothing. Orange hair framed the blue woman's face as golden eyes looked down to the end of the hallway; seeing the large, bulky teenager laying in the pile of bricks that must have been a wall. "Can't depend on anyone..." The woman mummbled, her pace quickening.

White gloved hand trailed along the wall, and in a sudden second; a small rat was left in the place of the woman. The rat squeaked and scrambled along the ground, making a sharp turn down the tiled hallway. Nails scraped along the ground as it raced along the wall to a far door; who's door was swinging off it's hinges, a hand laying out into the hallway.

Once more, the rat was replaced by the blue skinned woman; white hands grabbing the hand that extended into the hallway. The now dusty white lab coat slid across the tile floor, golden eyes darting down to the life-less, vacant brown orbs of the man below her. Dragging the body to the far end of the hallway, she propped him up as if he had slipped and fell down a near set of stairs. Flipping him over to his back, she placed a leg between the door of the stairs and the outside. White gloves trailed along his labcoat pockets, then pinned a small, black plate to his breat pocket.

Fingers gently squared it on the pocket, "Why thank you Mr. McHarty...".Finger tips trailed over the indented letters of the tag.Blue lips pulled back into a sly smirk, giving the man a slap to the check as she left his body cold in the hallway....





"I said let go, Sabretooth!" Logan grit his teeth, waving a bladed fist infront of his face.

"One more inch, pal and I crush her neck in my hands." Pale yellow eyes darted to Logan, a bit of a twisted grin cuving his thin lips.

Fingertips recklessly scrapped at the rough flesh about her neck; slate-grey eyes swelling with crystal tears that began to stream from the corner of her eyes. Thick lashes began to stick together, each blink a struggle to peel her lids apart. She was fighting a loosing battle...

"Isn't it a pity..."..The blue skinned woman entered the room, fingertips trailing along the doorway's metal openning. "Such...a pity, Wolverine..." Yellow eyes darted to Wolverine, a bit of a smirk on her blue lips.

"At least I care about kids..." He grit his teeth, bladed fists crossing their shiny, metal blades infront of him.

"Oh I wouldn't go there, Wolverine.." Mystique rolled her hips as she walked further into the room, a finger running along Sabretooth's arm. Sabretooth looked down on his arm to Mystique's fingers, then up to her golden eyes. With a wink from her, he knew. Winking in return, he darted his gaze to Wolverine as he lifted Veronica a bit higher in the air; fingers concequently tightening about her neck. Gasps excaped her lips as she more and more frantically scratched at his hands for dear life.

Slipping a brown glove off her hand, boots quietly moved upon the cement floor towards Sabretooth from behind. Creamy white fingertips, sparsely decorated with silver rings, entended to the man's bare neck; fingertips touching his rough, dry skin.

Dropping Veronica to the ground, he errupted in a a roar that matched Rogue's scream; and in seconds, he was laying unconcious upon the cement floor, pale yellow eyes rolled back in their sockets.

When he dropped, Rogue held her hand; her body beginning to shift and grow hair. Fangs began to sprout from her teeth, her hands grew rough and strong; her back slumping with as arch as muscles grew strong. "Ah hate when that happens..." She growled, forgetting about the concequences of taking on Sabretooth's powers. [ A/N: You need a mental image of Rogue if that wasn't too descriptive; think of that Episode where Rogue really absorbs Sabretooth's powers when Evan was making that gay video. ; ]

"You fool!" Mystique shouted, bright golden orbs glaring at the now muscular girl. "Look what you've done!" She roared, fingers pointing at the lifeless Sabretooth that layed motionless on the ground; cold sweat now rolling down his forehead.

"Oops.." Rogue shrugged, offering a rather large hand down to Veronica who was scrambling up to her feet.

Veronica held Rogue's, and, with help, lifted herself up to her feet. She squirmed frantically as she felt someone come up behind her and lift her over broad shoulders.

"Relax, tike. Relax.." A deep voice came out rather soothingly, a hand holding her back as she was thrown over his shoulders.

A bit of a smile pulled at her trembling lips, her squirming coming to a stop as he began to carry her out of the room and down the hallway.

"That's it? We're done?" Jean blinked, looking around confused.

"Yeah. I guess." Scott tugged at her arm to follow as he held a weak Kurt on arm, and a frightened Kitty behind him..."We're done."

"But like, what about Mystique, and like the rest of them?" Kitty whimpered, following at Scott and Jean's heals out of the room.

"They'll figure it out soon..." Jean said soothingly as she took hold of Kitty's shoulder, as well as Scott. With a nod, Kitty phased them through the walls of the dimmed hallway.



__________________________________________________________________________________

A/N: So, you like? :D! I hope! It's really neato!! Well, that's what my sister's comic crazed boyfriend thinks....he's odd....so is my sister...no wonder why they're going out. x.e;

Anyway...R+R, dammit! Make's me feel ever so loved! :D!