SUMMARY: Sabretooth goes thru changes, lots of changes.

Genre: Humor/Adventure/General

Rating: PG13 for language.

How I got started on this story when I haven't even finished the other, I don't know. Why I'm writing about Sabretooth I don't know, he's not my favorite character, but my muse seems to want to tell stories of him, go figure. If you like this first chapter, I'll write more, otherwise I'll put it to bed for awhile.

Reviews: PLEASE!

TURNABOUT'S FAIR PLAY

It was the old switch-a- roo, some powerful beings that wanted a little help with a certain problem that they had. Okay, I really didn't think that they were serious that they wanted me to help them. I mean come on; I'm an older, heavier then should be woman with a weird sense of humor. They figured nobody would miss me, and they were probably right. But come on, I mean, why on earth would they think I could be a man? Not just any man. Victor Creed. Victor Creed!! Sabretooth!! They wanted me to take over Victor Creed's life and body. I mean the guy is certifiably loco!! Hey, I read the comic books and seen the cartoons and saw both of the movies numerous times. It wasn't supposed to be real! The X-Men was something that Stan Lee came up with. Mutants were something that happened once in a while. But no, here in this place they were as real as it gets.

Well, Victor was between life and death after a fight with Wolverine, when he got a jolt of electricity that was almost fatal to him. That's when the exchange was made. They told me that if I declined, both Victor Creed and myself would die...like we were supposed to. I was in a car wreck...hovering between life and death.

"If I say yes to your agreement what happens to my body?"

"Your body goes into a coma....with some brain activity. Just enough to keep you alive." He kind of smiles at me. I'm leaning towards thinking he looks like Charlton Heston or Arnold Swartz-a-hunk with a white beard. He chuckles at me. He heard that. "I'm flattered by the comparisons."

"Hey, you're welcome. But what do expect from me inside ol' Sabretooth. I mean I've had no instructions on how to be a man, much less that man." I said with a little rancor.

"True, we'll take care of that. You will remember all of Victor's life and deeds, as well as your own." I did not like the sound of that, but it would work. I mean going in cold...well, they'd think that Victor had popped a casket, or rather had his brain scrambled..... Not that it wouldn't be the first time, but more then usual. I laughed with abandon.

"And that's the attitude which got you chosen for this chore." He grinned.

"Chore? You're calling this a chore?" I rolled my eyes and sighed. "I accept. Now what?"

"Now this." He said with a wave of his hand.

Now this.... turned out to be the worst headache I've ever had. I was lying on a large bed. My nose was picking up scents that told me I was indeed in a medical facility. Every muscle in my new large body was screaming bloody murder. My now sensitive ears were picking up the melodious sound of Logan shouting in anger. I smiled. There were some rather good memories associated with Logan in both Victor's and my memories. But his strong, loud voice was adding to my headache. I remembered what a hangover felt like and it was a lot like that, but Victor never got hangovers, but sometimes after serious injuries to his body, the recovery felt like hangovers. And this one was a doozey.

"Damn it Chuck!!! I don't see why you wouldn't let me finish him off. This is Sabretooth we're talkin' about! The world would be a lot better off with out him!" That was the Logan I/Victor knew and loved. I almost chuckled.

"Logan, you know we don't operate like that. Now calm down. He's safely behind the force field. He still isn't any shape to harm anyone." That was the soft, but authorative voice of Professor Xavier, at least I think so.

"I think you're bonkers for keeping him alive, and in the mansion!" Logan shouted angrily. Oh, so that's were I was. God, I wish Logan wouldn't yell so loud.

"Goddamn it Logan! Keep it down out there; some of us are trying to suffer in peace in here." I said. Whoa, since when did I take up swearing?? Logan stalked over to cell in which I was imprisoned. Huh, well what do you know, it's the movie version of X-Men. Logan was a full foot taller then the comic book version. That must mean, so was I and then some. I sat up in the bed, now that hurt! And turned around and put my feet gingerly on the floor and looked at Logan and the other X-Men gathered around. "Ya got a Tylenol or hundred or so? 'Cause this headache isn't going away." I smiled at them. Storm blanched. She was still afraid of me/him...when is this going to get better in my head? I saw Professor Xavier's eyebrow jumped to his hairline, or rather what would have been his hairline. Ooops, the telepathic thingy. The Ones that arranged this didn't foresee Xavier reading my mind, or did they?

"Who are the Ones?" Xavier asked. He tried to stare me down, that was easy, and I had a headache and no real training in thawarting mind readers. So I opened up and said, Ah... "You can't be serious!?" Xavier exclaimed. I shrugged.

"That's it for real, or it seems real...whatever." I sighed. Coming from a large man with long blonde hair, that was saying something. Everyone looked puzzled.

"What?!!!" Logan said angrily. That was Logan to a tee. I smiled and chuckled, it hurt but I did anyway.

"He isn't Sabretooth anymore. Nor is he Victor Creed....he's someone entirely different." Charles Xavier said softly.

"NO WAY!!! That's Sabretooth! He looks like Sabretooth. He smells like Sabretooth. He is Sabretooth. He's scamming you!" Logan said hotly.

"No, Logan. I don't believe he is. His thoughts are not like the Sabretooth we know,they are completely different...somehow saner, more gentle more...." He got the most surprised look on his face. "My god! Is that possible??"

"Yep. That is what is going on. Cute. Huh?" I laughed lightly. I looked around the cell. Hey, it's got a bathroom. Good I need one. "Excuse me; I have to see a man about..." A waved away the explanation and went to the bathroom. It seems to be private, good.

"Did I just hear Sabretooth say, excuse me?" I heard thru the door that sounded like Dr. Jean Grey.