Lots of thanks go to Draxia for helping me iron out the details of this chapter. :) Thank you so much!!!

This chapter is a significant bit more violent than the last two... don't say you weren't warned!

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PART 3
"Enter Sabretooth"
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Betsy sped after Logan as fast as she dared, making sure to stay a good bit behind him so that he didn't notice that she was following. The drive took them to a construction site just a few miles from Bayville High. She saw Logan hop off his bike and throw his helmet to the ground, pausing to sniff the air. Betsy brought the van to a stop behind a wooden fence where Wolverine wouldn't notice it and stepped out, closing the door quietly behind her. She watched the diminutive mutant's every move, creeping slowly closer, finally ducking behind a "Piper Construction" sign.

"Creed! Where in blazes are ya?!" He said in his gravelly voice, as he was about to call out again, he paused, sniffing the air, "Bets... what the..." he growled, his eyes darting to the sign Betsy hid behind. He couldn't see her, but he knew she was there. "Get outta here--!" his warning was interrupted by the sound of metal swishing through the air. A large steel girder connected soundly with Wolverine's side. He went flying through the air and landed hard, kicking up a cloud of dust as his momentum dragged him at least another three feet along the ground. Betsy saw a giant of a man throw down the steel girder and snarl. The wind blew his long, blond hair and tossed his shredded trenchcoat about. He bared sharp incisors and headed towards Logan.

"Long time no see, runt," he growled, grabbing Wolverine by his neck and hauling him off the ground, "this time, you ain't got any little friends to help you. You're as good as dead," Wolverine struggled in the giant's grip, finally unsheathing his claws and stabbing blindly into Sabretooth's side. Creed roared in pain and dropped Wolverine, who crashed to the ground in a heap, his right claws stained in red. "That... hurt..." Sabretooth said, kicking Logan in the face, knocking him over onto his back. He let out a fierce roar and leapt onto the orange-clad X-Man, shredding at his uniform. Splatters of blood flew as far as the sign Betsy hid behind. Sounds like those of two animals tearing each other apart echoed through the lot. Psylocke panicked, not sure what to do. She leapt to her feet and ran towards the cloud of dust that was apparently the battle between the two rivals. When she got within a few feet, a splattering of blood hit her across the face, blinding her momentarily. Her face twisted into a snarl, much like the one she'd seen Logan make a few moments earlier, and her right hand closed tight into a fist. A soft fizzling sound could be heard as she drew her fist tighter, and a soft purple glow formed, and gradually evolved into a blade of what Betsy recognized as pure psychic energy.

It felt surprisingly natural, although it had never happened to Betsy before, and she leapt on Sabretooth's back, wrapping an arm around his throat and driving the psychic knife into his skull. The giant went limp under her and collapsed to the ground, and she went tumbling with him. She felt Logan's eyes on her as she got off of Creed, who was now rubbing at his head. Her mentor's clothes were torn to shreds, his mask completely gone, revealing a set of bloody wounds which healed before her eyes. He gave her a nod of approval as he came to his feet.

"What.... was that....?" Creed got to his feet again, slowly, holding his head, and looked to Betsy, "another runt tryin' to act all tough... just what I needed," he snarled, bringing a clawed hand down to swipe at her face. Psylocke let out a cry as he face was brutally torn into by Sabretooth's claws, the force of his blow knocking her to the ground. Blood dripped from her face onto the ground, in amounts sufficient to turn the dirt into red mud. Strands of flesh dangling from her cheekbones. She looked up in fear as Sabretooth slowly moved towards her, a feral grin on his face, "I'm gonna enjoy this..."

"Hey, Creed? Why don't ya pick on someone who can fight back?" Logan launched himself at Sabretooth with a savage yell, his claws point directly at the larger mutant. The mutant didn't have time to react, Wolverine's claws slid through Creed's skull like a hot knife through butter. Blood flowed freely from the wounds, Sabretooth's eyes rolled back in his head and he fell to the ground. Logan retracted his claws, making a sickening sound as the metal slipped back again through Creed's skull and brain. Any other man would be dead from the blow, but Logan could see that Sabretooth was still breathing, but there was no way he was going to get up again for some time. He walked over to Betsy, who was holding the destroyed portion of her cheek together with a hand, dark blood pouring through her fingers. It was apparent she was in a state of complete shock. He knelt next to her, frowning, he realized that she had saved his life, and probably deserved thanks, but Logan never liked admitting that he could have been defeated by anyone.

"You okay, kid? That was some pretty fancy stuff you pulled there," he said. Betsy nodded in response to his question, and half-smiled through her pain at the compliment. "You're gonna make a fine X-Man yet," he continued, and left it at that. He lifted Sabretooth off the ground and carried him to the X-Van, making sure that Creed was secure and had no way to escape, though Logan doubted there was any chance Sabretooth was going to do anyone any harm for quite some time. He hid his bike under some nearby trees, intending to come back in a few hours to get them and helped Betsy into the van.

No words were exchanged on their way home, but once they returned, Wolverine gave Psylocke a small speech and warned her never to do anything that stupid again. She knew that, in his own way, he was thanking her for coming to his rescue. Sabretooth was placed in a special medical bay, where his vitals would be monitored as he slowly healed from the brain damage Logan had caused. Betsy overheard Beast talking to Professor X, telling him that a portion of Sabretooth's brain had been severed, sort of an unintentional lobotomy. Hank had no idea what kind of effects it might have, but there was the chance that psychic attacks might no longer be useful against him.

That night, Betsy had trouble sleeping. She stared out the window, watching the full moon outside. Her face was neatly stitched and bandaged, and Doctor McCoy had told her that she should be back to normal in no time. Her roommates had listened to her tell the story several times since she had returned, Amara always begging for more details, then grew squeamish at the gory details and wished she'd not asked to hear the story again. Jubilee simply refused to believe that Wolverine actually needed any help in the battle, but seemed proud of Psylocke for facing off against Sabretooth. Betsy glowed under their praise, maybe there was room for her as one of the X-Men, after all.

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To Be Continued!
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