TURNABOUT CHAPTER 10: WHAT'S HIS DEAL? Scott's Point of View
Just when you think you've got someone pegged, something turns things upside down and inside out. Sabretooth actually knew Logan way back when?! How strange can it get? Well, ask a silly question….He has a son? Someone I've met? You've got to be kidding. Nope, Professor Xavier was absolutely serious about it. Sabretooth was telling the truth. The odd thing was he actually behaved himself. That was suspicious to say the least. I stayed in the brig as some of the students like to call it, with Jean and Sabretooth while Charles called and confirmed to Logan that Michael was his son.
Sabretooth was lying on the bed and waited patiently as we talked and stared at him rather impolitely. He said nothing. Ro brought him a very good and large meal. I was a little wary at first when we had to drop the field and give him the meal without him escaping. No need to worry, he did exactly what he was told. A first! He even thanked Ro for the meal gently. It was a jaw dropping moment.
He actually joined in the conversation and said that Logan had several sons and daughters and he was their Uncle. Head shaking bizarre really bizarre; and there was more. I was supposed to drive both Charles and Logan to New York City. Oh boy! I can hardly wait. I warned Sabretooth to behave himself, and said he wanted to be called Victor or Vic, and I had already blasted him into next year. He actually laughed about it and didn't sound upset about it. How strange is that?
I went up stairs and joined the professor who insisted on taking one of the older cars from his personal collection. He made the excuse that it needed driving. If Sabretooth, or Victor as he wants to be called, is right, then Logan is older then the car. He didn't look it at all. In fact when he came from his room he was looking very good. Some of the girls actually dropped…dropped to the floor. He had cleaned up, put on a very nice outfit and even cut some of his muttonchops and thinned them out to where they weren't so heavy. Even I had to admit he was a handsome fellow. I know that he has a thing for Jean, and it didn't help that he was so much of what the girls like to call a hunk. The professor gave me a look.
"Well, that's what the girls think of him as." I said to the professor.
"It is indeed." He took one look at the girls that were fanning themselves and staring at Logan. I gave the girls a stern look. It's hard to be intimidating behind my ruby crystal goggles. They only snickered at me and went back to doing what they were doing.
The trip to New York City was uneventful, we exchanged a few insults and quips and I drove them to Winters' office building. Logan looked nervous and I almost felt sorry for him. I parked the car and went to the first floor lobby and waited for Charles and Logan, and waited. The desk security guard stared at me for the longest time, with eyes narrowed. What's his deal?