SUMMARY: Sabretooth is going through a lot of changes, a lot of changes and so is Wolverine. Takes place in an AU between X1 and X2.

DISCLAIMER: Nope, don't own the X-Men, darn it!

Reviews: Please.

Rating: Pg-13 for language. Genre Humor/ General/ Weirdness

CHAPTER 9: A VISIT FROM A FRIEND

The dinner that Ms. Munroe brought down for me was fantastic. Having all these new enhanced senses was a mind blowing experience. The steak was cooked just right and the chocolate cake was……&sigh& almost tooooo much pleasure to bear. But I did anyway. After a little while digesting my meal I became, well, bored and restless to say the least. I managed to talk Dr. Jean into getting me something to read or do. She said she would be gone for only a little while.

I was all set to just lay there and wait it out, but I saw a flash of light. "Whoa, what's going on?" I said aloud. Just can't seem to get used to that voice as being mine. From the center of the large room came a figure that look rather familiar.

"So, how's it going, Victor." He said deliberately. I recognized him from my almost being dead. It was the Charlton, Arnold hunk guy.

"Well, everyone's afraid of /and or hates me, I'm stuck behind a wall of energy and I'm bored to tears. Other than that… I'm fine." I said smirking.

"You're wasting time; we need you out of there, very soon." He said sternly.

"I just got here, and I'm trying to gain their confidence; and let me tell you something…that ain't as easy as it looks." I said smoothly.

"Yes, well I'm sure it's not. We need you to get out of there and to work as soon as possible."

"You want to clue me in on what work you need done. It would speed things up a bit."

"You know, you weren't brought here to give Wolverine back his memories." The fellow said somewhat perturbed.

"Oh, really? Are you sure about that, because that was fun. I bet that'll bring all sorts of memories back." I chuckled.

"Yes, well I'm glad you're having fun, the reason you've been brought here is very important to us and to yourself as well."

"You're not going to tell me, are you?" I sighed. They wanted help, but they wouldn't say why or what. That helps soooo much! I thought to myself and rolled my eyes.

"There's no need for you to be so sarcastic. Just don't take too much time in getting yourself out of there. Time is running out." He disappeared in a flash of light.

"Strange, he doesn't seem like a Q from Star Trek: The Next Generation. I wonder what he and his folks are." I sighed and sat back down and lay back onto the bed; thinking.

After about a fifteen minutes or so, and how I knew it was fifteen minutes….not a clue. Maybe Victor has some sort of bio-clock installed. Dr. Jean came back carrying a book. I was able to read the title from where she stood outside my cell. She had a look on her face that said 'dilemma' on it. Oh, she was worried that I would charge out of the cell and escape. I back away against the wall and waited patiently. She turned off the cell's force field and tossed me the book. I caught it easily. Oh good, it was just the book I've been waiting to read. I caught the scent of the book. Hmmm, it was scented with a female, young, wears loads of make-up and eats Cheetoes. I informed her of that out loud and told her I would try not to lose the girl's place. I got back on the bed and started reading. Yeah, I know; the Charlton Arnold hunk guy said to get to work, so I was…my way.