SUMMARY: Sabretooth is going thru alot of changes, alot of changes.

Rating PG 13 for language

Genre: Humor/ General

TURNABOUT'S FAIR PLAY: CHAPTER 2

I chuckled as I heard Logan grumble about, something being rotten in the state Denmark or the community of Westchester. I did the male bathroom thing without a thought and then looked in the mirror with Tyler Mane looking back at me. It looked like he had fried chicken breading covering his face. Sheesh, no wonder Storm looked and smelled scared. Heck, I even scared myself. I scratched the dead peeling burnt skin off of my new face. Afterwards I decided that I wasn't such a bad looking fellow, but the dark eyes were a little frightening. And his reputation was nothing to sneeze at either. There was a large plastic Solo glass next to the faucet of the sink and I filled it up and drank it all. Then I filled it again and drained it again and again. Gee, was I ever thirsty. My headache seems to be going away. Oh, I was dehydrated...that must be it. My new body was working overtime to heal itself and need to replace the water it lost in the electrocution and healing. I kept drinking until the headache was totally gone, but I knew I'd probably need another trip in here sooner then later. After drinking a lot more water I burped. Whoa.... that was impressive.

I listed to the conversation that was taking place outside my cell. Conversation. Ha! More like Logan on a rant.

"I don't care what you thought you saw in his horrid head, Chuck, but... it's not the truth! Sabretooth wouldn't know the truth if it bit him on his ass!!!" I smiled, now that was an interesting image. "Either kill him or keep him locked up for the rest of his life!!!" The rest of my life!? Gee Wolverine, that could be an awfully long time. Ya gonna watch me the whole time?? I doubt if that's what the Ones had that in mind when they sent me here.

"Logan, do you understand what you are saying? It's a considerable investment of time." Professor Xavier said firmly. Apparently 'Chuck' had thought along those lines as well. There was a respectable time of silence while Logan thought about it. If Victor's memories were any indication, Logan was rather impressive in the quick thinking department. No doubt he was considering just what the Professor said and the pros and cons. Many of his associates and friends always underestimated his thinking abilities and brain power; however...Victor did not, nor did I. In all of his forms either in the comics or the TV shows and movies, he was not to be underestimated at any time. It was costly. The wait was over apparently he had made his decision.

"Fine! I'll kill him now!" Logan growled. Yes, well I'll just stand still while he does just that, right? I had a distinct feeling that's not what 'they' meant by chore. There was something 'they' wanted done, and not letting Sabretooth stand around peaceful and calm while Logan killed me/him/us.... probably wasn't it.

"Logan." The Professor said patiently, but firmly. I decided it was time to enter the picture.

"Who could it hurt if I killed him, huh?" Logan said angrily.

"Well, me for one, and you and the X-Men, for another." I said leaving the bathroom and entering the conversation. Logan's head shot back like I/we had hit him in the face. I smiled at him. "You know, James, you were always a bit impulsive about making big decisions and not involving the team, and/or group you were part of. Generally the decisions were the right ones, but not right now. You really should talk it over with everyone, first." Almost everyone's mouth dropped open. Sabretooth could speak in long sentences?? Gee, that's a new one.

"James?! Who the hell is James??" Logan said surly.

"Why you are... of course." I smiled. Not one flicker of recognition registered in his eye. I called him by his real name and he didn't even know. The Victor in me scuffed and said, 'Stryker did a number on him, didn't he? Logan didn't volunteer to have his memory erased. Stryker snuck that in without his or my knowledge. Seems that the two of us; were too ethical for him, so he tried to take that away from us. Worked for me, never was the same after that.' Until the electrocution.... and the Ones healed that little problem. So the Sabretooth of this reality wasn't such a bad dude from the get-go as other realities. That explains why they wanted a new id for him. But if he was indeed cured, why would they need me? A lot of questions, but no answers. I could see Logan's nose do the flaring bit and I wondered idly if he could smell me thru the force field. And interesting question and my mind wandered.

"Sabretooth, Sabretooth," I heard the Professor calling in my head, I didn't answer. Why should I? It wasn't me, anymore. "So what should I call you?" I was mildly surprised that he would answer a rhetorical question. I answered back,

"Call me Victor, please. It's a good a name as any. Could you get Logan to calm down a bit? He's being a pain in the ass." I heard a mental chuckle.

"I'll see what I can do." He actually smiled at me.

"Somethin' goin' on that I don't know about?" Asked Logan irritably, frowning.

"Without question, James." I said smiling at him and cocking my head annoyingly. It got his goat instantly as I/we remembered.

"Okay, furball, I've just had nuff of you!" He said charging the cell. I stood absolutely still. I wasn't worried. If the cell could hold me, it would hold against him. He ran into the field hard and it knocked him to his backside with a snap and crackle and pop, I snickered. Now.... that's got to hurt.