Okay I had another one hit me. Yes I know I have unfinished ones, and blame the blockage monster - and a few real world blockages - at least the creative juices are flowing in some direction.

Summary: We all know that the most successful hunters, serial killers, and psychopaths hide in plain sight, successfully blending in with normal society. Logically, Sabretooth should follow that trend. I've written him in a normal environment before, but not like this. 25 years after Origins, Origins Sabretooth/Victor CreedXOC. (Yes that puts him 'working' during X1, I am assuming the events of X1 took place over spring break, and that Creed has some control of how to alter his appearance so he is not 'recognized' in his 'day job.')

Disclaimer: I don't own them, no really I don't. I swear I make nothing off of this except the satisfaction to get some sick stuff out of my head safely. Again typed on the Blackberry so forgive any typos

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She was going to kill him, she didn't care how hard it would be she was going to rip him limb from limb. First it was the damned purring outside her window last night until she fell asleep. Then it was whatever he'd done to her in the shower, she'd nearly gone to her knees a few times. She wasn't innocent by any means but she was still blushing over the arousal she'd felt as she walked into class and took her usual seat in the back of the class. Now he was doing it again, in the middle of his lecture, and not even missing a beat while she fought the urge to squirm in her seat, and hoped to hell no one noticed.

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Her face was flushed, she could feel it, and she kept shooting daggers at him with her eyes. He still wasn't sure why he'd climbed the wall to he window last night and lulled her to sleep, except she was his, and she needed the damned sleep. Today was pure payback for yesterday, and as long as she didn't catch on to what he was doing, or how, he'd keep it up. She smelled so sweet, aroused to a fever pitch but frustrated to the point of murder. He knew if they were alone he would be in serious danger right now.

"Then y over x minus eleven over the constant N." He was facing the whiteboard and flicked his thumb over the mark on his throat. He had to keep from chuckling at he low hiss that came from the back of the room.

"Any questions?"

He turned to the class. All he heard was shuffling papers and books and very low curses to his mother and all his ancestors from the back of the room.

"Good, test on Wednesday, and remember the mid term is thirty percent of your total grade." He gritted his teeth through the shuffling of desks and feet and voices suddenly too loud, just like the end of every class. It was the only thing he really hated about the teaching thing, the sudden assault on his ears at the end of every class.

She waited until everyone else left before walking to the front of the room.

"I don't know what the hell you are doing, but quit." She was still flushed.

"I don't take orders from frails, and its just payback for yesterday.". He snarled at her, keeping his voice low.

"I didn't do anything to you yesterday." She hissed.

"Just make sure you're packed, and eat something, damn it." He growled, ignoring her statement. She snorted and stormed from the room. He waited until she was almost out of earshot to chuckle. He heard her frustrated snort and hoped the gift he'd left on her bed after her room mate left this morning made up for it.

He picked up his notes and papers and walked out. The halls were quiet, most students and faculty were on their lunch break. His TA wasn't at her desk as he walked into the faculty office area, and he hoped she was finishing the copies of the tests. He had three classes this semester and two of them were taking their mid terms tomorrow. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as he caught the scent of the person waiting for him in his office. He opened his office door and walked casually to his desk. The man sitting in the chair in front of his desk grinned at him, but it didn't go to his one eye. The missing one was covered by a black eye patch with four parallel scars running down that side of his face.

"What do you want, Fury?". Victor said as he sat down.

"Just to talk. Who's the girl?"

"What girl?" Victor said, leaning back in his chair.

"This girl." Nick threw a stack of pictures on his desk, Victor picked them up. They were taken at his game preserve. He glared at Nick.

"Did you really think we weren't watching that too." Nick gathered up the photos. "So, who's the girl? She's got a nice ass."

"You want me to rip out the other eye for you, Fury?" Victor growled, hating himself for letting Fury bait him so easily.

"I just thought that a young woman with her obvious...assets" Fury turned the photo to get a better view of her 'assets' "could be useful to SHEILD. - could use a personal ass...istant."

"Victor clenched his fists under the desk. He had to think about how to play this. On one hand he wanted to rip Fury's other eye out, and feed it to him this time. On the other hand he had to protect Kathy. On the other hand, Fury was expecting either rage or indifference to let him know if she was important to Victor or not. On the other hand if he didn't react, and something happened to her he would rip out Fury's other eye and feed it to him this time.

"Keep. Your. Fucking. Hands. Off. My. MATE!" He roared the last word, shocking himself more than Fury.

"Mate. Well that makes things interesting." Fury stood up. "Nice to know. By the way this is the release paperwork on your assets, the statute of limitations is up, we can't hold them any more. Have a nice day, Creed." He gave Victor a two fingered salute.

Victor was fuming. "And don't think this gets you out of your assignments this summer, I expect the honeymoon to be over by then." Fury said as he walked down the deserted hall.

He looked down at the paper Fury placed on his desk, everything was released, free and clear. He grinned. No more commercial air for him. He picked up the phone and called his pilot. They had a flight plan to register.

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She dropped on the bed with a groan. She really needed something to eat but the check from her dad was less than usual, probably to punish her for talking back to him at dinner, or maybe for being a mutant, or a girl, or maybe for just breathing. Her nose had to be fooling her she smelled steak, rare. She moved her bag and heard the rustle of styrofoam under the blanket. She pulled it back to reveal a white to go container. On the top were the words "Eat or I'll force feed you."

She actually grinned, and opened the box, inside he'd placed two nice rare steaks. She forgot all the bad things she was planning to do to him, her stomach wasn't going to let her now.