CHAPTER: 3 SURPRISES.... EVERYONE HANG ON

"You do realize you have to turn off the force field to get to me, don't you James?" He growled at me. He was furious at me, at himself, at everything. So what else was new? He got quickly to his feet and advanced to the cell and glared at me with his nose almost touching the field.

"Don't call me that! My name is Logan!" He said hotly.

"Actually that's your middle name." I said calmly. His mouth dropped open. His eyes narrowed. He was fuming. Here stood his enemy and he knew all about his past. The one he was searching for, and I'm feeling pretty good about actually meeting the guy in real life and I was eager to tell him everything. I searched swiftly thru Victor Creed's memory and all that Wolverine was looking for was there. "I know just about everything about you, your past, your name...everything. We used to be friends, very good friends as a matter of fact." I twisted the knife a bit more. His eyes just blazed. "Would it be worth it? To kill me and lose your connection to your past, your life, forever. Kill me and lose everything you been wanting to know....forever. Because the man who took your memories... isn't going to give them back. He's even meaner then I am." I laughed, it sounded evil... even to me. He was panting like he was running after a cheetah. He was sneering, growling, seething. The entire X-Men team was standing around watching the byplay between us.

"You're lying, Sabretooth! You've never told the truth in your entire life!" He was so angry. I didn't need to smell him to tell, his eyes blazed; teeth gnashed. Man, he was pissed. I stood as quietly as a Zen master waiting for a student to make a move against him.

"Your full name is James Logan Howlett. Actually Logan was your father's middle name, but you took as your first name after he was murdered. We met in Belgium during the first World War....Shall I go on?" His mouth dropped open, his wasn't the only one. Everyone was flabbergasted. That was close to 100 years ago. He didn't answer. "You were married to my sister Catherine for forty years until her death 25 years ago." I stopped. I was afraid that he was going to faint dead away. "Your son Michael is the owner of several large companies here in New York. He goes by the name Winters."

"Michael Winters! My god! I know Michael." Xavier exclaimed.

"Not to surprising, you probably travel in the same circles. I have spoken with him and told him why you haven't contacted him in 15 years, James." I saw him swallow. I was wondering if he was getting his memory back, simply by my mentioning certain things. He turned to Xavier with angry eyes.

"How come you didn't see that? Is Sabretooth telling the truth? Can you be certain?" I felt the weird feeling of Professor Xavier in my head.

"He's telling the truth. Everything he said was the truth." There was a long session of silence. James was digesting the new information.

"You say you know this Michael Winters." The Professor nodded. "Well, can you get a hold of him and let me speak with him?" The Wolverine was calming down. He really didn't believe the story, but he was going to research it anyway. But the fire came back. "I'm going to talk to this Michael, and if you're pulling a fast one, you can count your life in hours, minutes, and seconds." He hissed. I shrugged nonchalantly.

"Tell Michael that his Uncle Vic says... hey!" I said smiling. The feeling of me/him was slowly starting to fade away. I guess it was going to be just me. Well, until 'they' are done with me. He turned away and stalked off with the Professor close behind him. The other members of the X-Team stood around and stared at me.

"So, you're going to bring the kiddies down here to visit the rare Sabretooth Tiger, right? You'd better feed me first; you wouldn't want me to be too dangerous an exhibit." I smiled. Storm huffed and left in a graceful strut. "Just a guess, she's still mad at me?"