Alright, the next chapter is a little AU, I don't know how old Scott was when he came to the Institute (for evo at least) and I doubt the relationship between certain villains, that the wouldn't work too well together, that I used in this chapter.

Telepathic Angel: I'm glad you liked it so much, I don't mind that you didn't review all the chapters. I'm pretty sure I've read some of your work too… Ya, I did… Wow those stories you wrote were great!

Strayphoenix: You'll see soon enough! Lol! (Oh, I like your stories too!)

Amazing redd phoenix: I'm afraid you won't find out until the next chapter…

Wen1: I'm afraid so!

Diaz F: As I told Amazing redd phoenix, you won't find out until the next chapter, but you'll see why his answer is what it is in this chapter!

Chapter 9

Logan had supposedly gone on this trip alone but somehow Scott had tagged along, otherwise known as hiding in a cupboard on the plane until Logan was far enough from the Institute not to fly back so soon.

"You look tired – why don't I take the wheel?" the stowaway asked from behind him.

"What the 'ell are you doing 'ere?" Logan growled. Xavier could feel all his hate and resentment towards the teen and knew that this happened before Logan and Scott became friends.

"You're sick with a cold and can barely hear a whisper – let alone smell anything, I knew you'd be tired of flying half way through and something tells me Sabretooth won't be alone." Of course! Xavier now knew which memory this was – he had never known what had happened because he was on a trip – when he came back though, Scott was in the infirmary and he was too upset to ask what had happened exactly.

"You shouldn't be 'ere. Sabretooth will get you before you even realize it!"

"My senses are a little above average you know."

"What do you mean?" Xavier now shared Logan's confusion.

"I spent two years blind remember? I had to get around somehow." Muttering insults under his breath Logan handed over the wheel. "Nice to know you think so highly of me." Scott stated sarcastically.

"'ow do you even know where we're going?"

Scott sighed. "It's called eavesdropping Logan."

Logan kept his mouth shut the rest of the flight.

Scott had landed the plane a fair distance off from their destination. They soon reached the edge of a wood and Scott stopped, crouching to the ground. "What are you doing now?" Logan questioned curiously.

Scott seemed to be searching for something. "I'm tracking of course." He smiled when he found a footprint that he knew belonged to Sabretooth. He ran his hand along it. "We're close. He's not to far away. He went straight through there – he was careful too – no broken branches and the ground's too covered in grass and leaves to see his footprints," he quickly told Logan as he stood up. "Too bad it isn't winter and we can't see in between the trees – then this would be much easier."

They ventured forward. It was Logan's turn to stop, which he did right before he went all the way in. "We need to link one of our arms and walk with our backs together so that he can't have a chance at us from behind." He looked over at Scott who nodded in agreement. "I'll…" he started but Scott had already turned around gesturing that he'd be the one who walks backwards. Being much too tired, Logan didn't protest.

Logan carefully led Scott through the maze of trees and shrubs until they came to a small clearing. Scott stopped walking which made Logan stop. "What's up?" he whispered hoping Scott could hear him.

"He's close and so is…" Scott stopped and looked up as a crow flew overhead. "Mystique." Scott said softly.

Logan let go of Scott's arm and turned towards Scott. "What was that?" His back turned Logan was completely vulnerable.

"Logan no!" Scott yelled as he put himself in between his soon-to-be-friend and the attacker. His hand flew up to his visor – just like it had in the Danger Room. His movements weren't swift enough as Sabretooth's claws went into his stomach – the exact same place the spear had hit him! He winced as Sabretooth took his claws out and stepped back, a grin on his face as he looked at the huge gash he had made in the teen's stomach.

Sabretooth licked Scott's blood off his claws and looked at Logan, "Mystique must be so jealous right about now." His prediction was confirmed when Mystique appeared from the shadows with a dirty look at Sabretooth.

Logan was boiling. HOW DARE HE HURT SCOTT! He looked at the teen who was doubling over in pain but was still standing. If Logan challenged Sabretooth then Mystique would have a clear shot at Scott.

"Go." Scott told Logan quietly almost as if he could read his mind. Sabretooth and Mystique didn't seem to hear or care. With a last, nervous, glance at Scott, Logan attacked Sabretooth and was rewarded with the element of surprise. He got in a good slash before the two began to quarrel madly. Mystique attacked Scott a minute after Logan had attacked Sabretooth. He was ready for her.

Just as Mystique neared him, Scott dropped down; falling her with a spin kick in the process. She got up slowly and Scott fired at her before she could recover completely. She passed out as the blow hit her… so did Scott.

Logan and Sabretooth had come out into a tie as Sabretooth retreated. They were both badly hurt but Logan could feel his wounds healing. He looked to where Scott had been standing and his gaze traveled to the ground, on Scott. Logan's breath sped up but not because of his injuries. He'd hate to admit it but he was extremely worried about the boy.

He prepared himself for the possibility of Scott already being dead as he walked over and crouched down, putting Scott's head in his lap he checked for a pulse. Scott was alive – but it wouldn't last – would it? The tears came as a surprise to Logan but he let them run freely down his cheeks. It took him a minute before he finally decided to carry Scott back to the plane and use whatever first aid supplies lying around to fix him up and keep him from dieing before they reached the Institute. It seemed a miracle to Logan when Scott did survive this whole ordeal and he became incredibly protective of the boy which led to their friendship and understanding.