Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me and blah, blah, blah.
A/N: This is just a Sabretooth story before I go farther into Blink's
character. Just to show you readers that I haven't forgot about him.
Part Twelve
Victor Creed sat in front of the T.V. at the Xavier School for Higher Learning with a beer in his hand, flipping through the channels. He glanced at the clock above the VCR that read 4:00 A.M. He sighed inwardly he, had been losing sleep for the past few days. It's not the his room was uncomfortable, quite the opposite it was too comfortable. He was too safe. So ever night he'd roll out of bed, throw on some pants, nurse a beer and watch the news. The news sickened him most of all. Stuff that is hardly worth mentioning like 'the baby that got stuck in the sewer and had to be rescued.' "That's not news." He thought angrily. "It's supposed to be baby strapped to a bomb runs into a crowded building to scare the rebels into coming out so big blue's sentinels can blast them or take them to one of Apocalypse's Death Camps."
He took another swig of his beer as he convinced himself to calm down. "Nothing happens in this world. The most dangerous thing we 'X-Men' had to do was go under cover at a Friends of Humanity protest march, and they didn't even set anything on fire!" He switched the channel trying, to no avail, to find something on worth watching. That's when he heard something behind him. 'Who could be up at this hour.' He thought too himself while mentally going through the list of X-Men that stay up at odd hours in the night. 'Every since I got here Wolverine has been keepin' an eye on me. He thinks he's slick, like I can't smell the runt comin' from a mile away. It could be Bishop. God knows he never sleeps.' In the silence of the night he heard the footsteps coming closer from behind where he was laying down on the couch. He sat up and looked over the back of the couch just in time to see Ororo tiredly trudge into the kitchen. Her hair unattended to and dressed only in her blue nightgown she looked over at Creed and for just a second she hesitated before waving hello and opening the refrigerator.
Creed nodded his head to acknowledge her presence but he was thinking about her pause before coming in the room. "Every X-Men here, though the won't admit it, is afraid of me. Scared to be in the same room with me. When I walk they pretend they were just leaving, buncha cowards." He thought to himself. He looked behind the couch over at Ororo who was making the preparations for her morning tea before going outside to watch the sunrise. "Predictable." He thought to himself. "She runs like clock work, what was that thing Jubilee said 'always up at the butt crack of dawn.'" He chuckled to himself as he got the idea just to see how afraid of him she really is. Silently dragging himself off the couch he quietly made his way toward the kitchen where Ororo had her back turned looking through the shelves for the sugar. When he was directly behind her Victor Creed said in a low voice "Can I help ya?" causing her to lurch upward and bump her head on the drawer inches above her head. With a silent scream she reached for the back of her head and turned around.
"No." She said sharply, mad that he found it amusing. "I am plenty capable, thank you." As the pain subsided she realized who she was standing close to in the dark kitchen of the sleeping mansion. She swallowed hard and said softly. "Is there something I can help you with."
Creed just stared a whole through her as he noticed the change in her posture and demeanor. "No." Was his only reply as he slowly walked toward the fridge, not taking his eyes off hers until he grabbed the handle of the refrigerator.
Ororo, still rubbing her head she, let out her breath witch she had become aware she was holding. Looking at him going through the fridge for, no doubt, another beer she realized how nervous she was. 'This is nonsense.' she thought to herself as she turned to pour some sugar into her coffee mug. 'I see what he is trying to do, he is no more dangerous than any of the rest of us. He won't scare me with just an icy stare.' She put her tea in the microwave and turned to Victor who was now leaning against the counter with another beer in his hand, studying her. "So what are you doing up this early, Victor?"
He tried not to laugh at the tone in her voice she asked the question with. Almost like a dare or a challenge. Taking a long sip of his beer to drag out the silence he sat the drink down against the counter he was leaning on and walked the two feet to where Storm was and stood mere inches in front of her. "Couldn't sleep. What's you excuse you?" He said while dramatically raising his right arm up and setting against the wall behind her.
Ororo did not budge. With no more than a raised eyebrow she said "I am always up, at this hour, to see the sunrise." She said taking a small step forward and crossing her arms making there virtually no room available for any movement. They stood like that for a few awkward seconds staring through each other. Daring the other to back down. The only noise was loud beep of the microwave timer signaling that Ororo's tea was finished.
Creed looked down into her blue eyes and let a smirk play across his face. "You gonna get that?" He said referring to the microwave but not taking his eyes off hers.
"Yes." She replied not moving an inch letting a few more seconds go by. All of a sudden they both broke into hysterical laughter. Not caring how many residents they awoke with their noise. They both dropped to the floor eyes watering from laughing so hard. Creed grabbed at his stomach and leaned back against the fridge trying to calm down. Ororo was the first to her feet. She opened the microwave to receive her beverage and turned to Creed who had just then stopped shaking with laughter. "Please join me outside, the sunrise looks very beautiful in Westchester." She said to him.
Now completely out of his comical state he sat there on the floor and thought about Ororo's offer. "I don't know, I'm not one for beautiful... anything, come to think of it." He said pulling himself to his feet. The room took on a dark blue shade as Ororo opened the window to look outside. The sun, which was not visible over the hills, made the sky a lovely shade of red.
She turned to Creed "Last chance." She said with a smile on her face as the red sky reflected off of her snow white hair. "Now or never."
Looking for anyway to get out of having to watch the sunrise he began searching for an excuse. "It's cold out there." He immediately regretted saying it as Ororo started laughing again.
She gathered her composure and walked over to him "How can you raise a girl and not take time to admire nature's beauty." She pointed outside the window for emphasis "Certainly Blink is not as callous and insensitive as you are." She said jokingly, trying to incite Creed to lighten up.
Now officially uncomfortable he became defensive. "The kid is as tough as nails, she didn't need me to take her to see no sunrise. That's the thing with you people, especially you. Even in my world you refused to see the war going on around you. You always tried to find your happiness in your flowers or outside." He was near yelling. "You wanna know something, there was never a sunrise where I'm from, you couldn't even see the sky. All you could see was the smoke and smog from the burnt cities and Apocalypse's factories, and you..." He said pointing a finger in her face." ...always the optimist stayed in your room and tried to take care of that one wilting flower you managed to salvage."
He took is finger down from in front of her face and looked into her eyes for the second time that morning. She had stood there and listened to every word. She blinked back a few tears that threatened to spill from her eyes and apologized. Looking away from Creed she sat down her coffee mug and returned upstairs to her room. Leaving Creed to sit back down on the couch and watch the news.
Part Twelve
Victor Creed sat in front of the T.V. at the Xavier School for Higher Learning with a beer in his hand, flipping through the channels. He glanced at the clock above the VCR that read 4:00 A.M. He sighed inwardly he, had been losing sleep for the past few days. It's not the his room was uncomfortable, quite the opposite it was too comfortable. He was too safe. So ever night he'd roll out of bed, throw on some pants, nurse a beer and watch the news. The news sickened him most of all. Stuff that is hardly worth mentioning like 'the baby that got stuck in the sewer and had to be rescued.' "That's not news." He thought angrily. "It's supposed to be baby strapped to a bomb runs into a crowded building to scare the rebels into coming out so big blue's sentinels can blast them or take them to one of Apocalypse's Death Camps."
He took another swig of his beer as he convinced himself to calm down. "Nothing happens in this world. The most dangerous thing we 'X-Men' had to do was go under cover at a Friends of Humanity protest march, and they didn't even set anything on fire!" He switched the channel trying, to no avail, to find something on worth watching. That's when he heard something behind him. 'Who could be up at this hour.' He thought too himself while mentally going through the list of X-Men that stay up at odd hours in the night. 'Every since I got here Wolverine has been keepin' an eye on me. He thinks he's slick, like I can't smell the runt comin' from a mile away. It could be Bishop. God knows he never sleeps.' In the silence of the night he heard the footsteps coming closer from behind where he was laying down on the couch. He sat up and looked over the back of the couch just in time to see Ororo tiredly trudge into the kitchen. Her hair unattended to and dressed only in her blue nightgown she looked over at Creed and for just a second she hesitated before waving hello and opening the refrigerator.
Creed nodded his head to acknowledge her presence but he was thinking about her pause before coming in the room. "Every X-Men here, though the won't admit it, is afraid of me. Scared to be in the same room with me. When I walk they pretend they were just leaving, buncha cowards." He thought to himself. He looked behind the couch over at Ororo who was making the preparations for her morning tea before going outside to watch the sunrise. "Predictable." He thought to himself. "She runs like clock work, what was that thing Jubilee said 'always up at the butt crack of dawn.'" He chuckled to himself as he got the idea just to see how afraid of him she really is. Silently dragging himself off the couch he quietly made his way toward the kitchen where Ororo had her back turned looking through the shelves for the sugar. When he was directly behind her Victor Creed said in a low voice "Can I help ya?" causing her to lurch upward and bump her head on the drawer inches above her head. With a silent scream she reached for the back of her head and turned around.
"No." She said sharply, mad that he found it amusing. "I am plenty capable, thank you." As the pain subsided she realized who she was standing close to in the dark kitchen of the sleeping mansion. She swallowed hard and said softly. "Is there something I can help you with."
Creed just stared a whole through her as he noticed the change in her posture and demeanor. "No." Was his only reply as he slowly walked toward the fridge, not taking his eyes off hers until he grabbed the handle of the refrigerator.
Ororo, still rubbing her head she, let out her breath witch she had become aware she was holding. Looking at him going through the fridge for, no doubt, another beer she realized how nervous she was. 'This is nonsense.' she thought to herself as she turned to pour some sugar into her coffee mug. 'I see what he is trying to do, he is no more dangerous than any of the rest of us. He won't scare me with just an icy stare.' She put her tea in the microwave and turned to Victor who was now leaning against the counter with another beer in his hand, studying her. "So what are you doing up this early, Victor?"
He tried not to laugh at the tone in her voice she asked the question with. Almost like a dare or a challenge. Taking a long sip of his beer to drag out the silence he sat the drink down against the counter he was leaning on and walked the two feet to where Storm was and stood mere inches in front of her. "Couldn't sleep. What's you excuse you?" He said while dramatically raising his right arm up and setting against the wall behind her.
Ororo did not budge. With no more than a raised eyebrow she said "I am always up, at this hour, to see the sunrise." She said taking a small step forward and crossing her arms making there virtually no room available for any movement. They stood like that for a few awkward seconds staring through each other. Daring the other to back down. The only noise was loud beep of the microwave timer signaling that Ororo's tea was finished.
Creed looked down into her blue eyes and let a smirk play across his face. "You gonna get that?" He said referring to the microwave but not taking his eyes off hers.
"Yes." She replied not moving an inch letting a few more seconds go by. All of a sudden they both broke into hysterical laughter. Not caring how many residents they awoke with their noise. They both dropped to the floor eyes watering from laughing so hard. Creed grabbed at his stomach and leaned back against the fridge trying to calm down. Ororo was the first to her feet. She opened the microwave to receive her beverage and turned to Creed who had just then stopped shaking with laughter. "Please join me outside, the sunrise looks very beautiful in Westchester." She said to him.
Now completely out of his comical state he sat there on the floor and thought about Ororo's offer. "I don't know, I'm not one for beautiful... anything, come to think of it." He said pulling himself to his feet. The room took on a dark blue shade as Ororo opened the window to look outside. The sun, which was not visible over the hills, made the sky a lovely shade of red.
She turned to Creed "Last chance." She said with a smile on her face as the red sky reflected off of her snow white hair. "Now or never."
Looking for anyway to get out of having to watch the sunrise he began searching for an excuse. "It's cold out there." He immediately regretted saying it as Ororo started laughing again.
She gathered her composure and walked over to him "How can you raise a girl and not take time to admire nature's beauty." She pointed outside the window for emphasis "Certainly Blink is not as callous and insensitive as you are." She said jokingly, trying to incite Creed to lighten up.
Now officially uncomfortable he became defensive. "The kid is as tough as nails, she didn't need me to take her to see no sunrise. That's the thing with you people, especially you. Even in my world you refused to see the war going on around you. You always tried to find your happiness in your flowers or outside." He was near yelling. "You wanna know something, there was never a sunrise where I'm from, you couldn't even see the sky. All you could see was the smoke and smog from the burnt cities and Apocalypse's factories, and you..." He said pointing a finger in her face." ...always the optimist stayed in your room and tried to take care of that one wilting flower you managed to salvage."
He took is finger down from in front of her face and looked into her eyes for the second time that morning. She had stood there and listened to every word. She blinked back a few tears that threatened to spill from her eyes and apologized. Looking away from Creed she sat down her coffee mug and returned upstairs to her room. Leaving Creed to sit back down on the couch and watch the news.