TURNABOUT CHAPTER 7: WHO IS HE? : Storm's point of View

Jean says that she need for someone to make Sabretooth a protein filled meal. Protein, I assume means meat for Sabretooth. Being a vegetarian I am disinclined to cook him a steak or any meat products whatsoever. But Bobby cheerfully offered to grill the large man his steak. I believe he actually wants to meet Sabretooth in person and close up. I shake my head at him saying that I appreciate that he would volunteer to fix our 'guest' his meal but that he should stay away from him.

"But Ms. Munroe, he's Sabretooth." Bobby practically whined.

"I know full well who he is, Bobby. You are not going down to the lower levels to meet him, you understand me." I said quite firmly. I give him a stern look that seems to squelch his desires nicely.

"Yes ma'am, Ms. Munroe." Bobby said somewhat dejectedly. He handed me that tray that he had fixed up for Sabretooth. It had the steak in the center of a large platter, with a big baked potato with all the fixings on it and two very nice green vegetables on it. Also on the tray was three chugalug milk cartons on it and for dessert a huge slice of chocolate cake. I looked up at Bobby.

"Aren't we being a bit generous with the chocolate cake? I don't think that Sabretooth deserves the cake." I said to Bobby wondering why on earth he would give our enemy Sabretooth some of their precious chocolate cake.

"I know, but we don't want him to complain about being mistreated. And besides, it wouldn't hurt to try to bribe him. Maybe he'll behave himself for more." Bobby gave a rakish grin.

"You didn't put anything in it, did you Bobby? He does have enhanced senses. He could smell anything out of the ordinary." I cautioned.

"Nope, it's just plain cake." I cocked my head, and wondered if Bobby was telling the truth. Well, there was only one way to find out. Carrying the tray, I headed back to the lower levels to where we had Sabretooth safely locked away.

I entered the large room where Jean and Scott were still hanging about. Sabretooth was lying on the bed; it looked like he was sleeping. I was wrong; he turned his head and looked at me. I was tempted just to drop the tray on the floor and run out of there at a dead run. But I didn't. I mustered my courage and walked over to the force field.

"We're going to have to lower the field." I said quietly. Sabretooth got off of the bed and stood up. I noticed that his nose was flaring. He had gotten the scent of the meal I brought down for him and he smiled. It was a strange smile; it had none the maliciousness in it that I remembered.

"Move towards the wall Sabretooth." Scott said firmly,

"Victor, my name is Victor….or you can call me Vic, if you like." He voice was calm, soft and gentle. I gaped at him. But without having being told twice he moved towards the back of the cell and leaned up against the wall and he crossed his arms and his legs with his right foot toe down on the floor, looking very nonchalant, relaxed. I blinked in astonishment. Scott turned off the field, with his hand up to his visor ready to push the button to blast the large man if he moved. He did not move, he waited patiently. I was tempted to toss the tray down and run screaming down the hall back into the safety of the upper levels. But I took a deep breath and entered the cell and placed the tray on the little table. I stood looking at him and he looked back, not moving just looking politely at me. Politely, was not a word I would've use for Sabretooth.

"Ro, Ro, I think you should come out now." Scott said, getting my attention. I turned and exited the cell. Scott turned the force field back on. I turned to face the cell.

"Thank you, Ms Munroe. It looks quite good. Though I didn't expect a vegetarian would grill me a steak." He said pleasantly.

"One of the students grilled the steak." He nodded.

"Would you be so kind as to thank that student for me?" Sabretooth asked kindly.

"Of course, I shall thank him for you." I said quietly…I was still bewildered. I was not the only one. Jean and Scott were at a loss too. I turned away and walked away. Who is he? He's not the same one who told me I owed him a scream in the Statue of Liberty. He didn't seem like the same person. I shook my head trying to clear it. Was Charles right? Was he no longer the beast Sabretooth? I don't know if I can believe it. Well, I was determined to not to let down my guard regardless. The elevator door opened up and Bobby was waiting.

"Well, did he like the chocolate cake?" Bobby asked, curious.

"He didn't say anything about the cake; he did however want me to thank you for fixing the steak for him."

"He thanked me for the steak? Wow! I wonder what the matter with him is. It doesn't sound like Sabretooth." Bobby said excitedly.

"He wants to be called Victor, or Vic." I got a little satisfaction when Bobby's mouth dropped open.

"You're joking!!!" Bobby exclaimed.

"Not at all, he behaved himself quite nicely. Didn't give us any trouble and obeyed Scott to the letter. I never would expect it from him."

"Weird, just too weird….just wait until Rogue hears about this!" Bobby said, rushing off the deliver the strange news.

Who is he? Whoever he is, he is not the Sabretooth we know. I sighed, things couldn't get stranger, could they?