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
Jinx - you know me so well...yes SHOPPING SPREE next chapter.
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He watched her through the test. She took her time working the problems, and every once in a while, he'd run his hand over his neck, adjust his tie, or otherwise find a reason to brush the scar on his neck. He didn't know how they worked, these scars, just that they did. He wanted her distracted, the last thing he needed was someone questioning how a failing student managed to ace his mid term exam. He did not need any scrutiny from the Board, and especially not from her father. He had another seven weeks after the break before she was no longer his student, although after what happened in his office yesterday, he wasn't sure he was going to wait that long.
There was one nagging doubt in his mind, and no one he'd contacted had any idea about the answer. He only knew one place where they could get a discreet DNA analysis to guarantee they were not related some how. Her mutation was too damned much like his. As much as he hated the idea, he was going to have to face James, even if Xavier didn't think it was a good idea.
She put her pencil down and looked back over the test. She looked up and caught his eye and just looked back down. She looked ready to kill. She stood slowly and walked to the front and put her paper on the desk in front of him.
"Have a nice break Ms. Gracefield." He said, as he had to every student that brought the their paper up. She muttered "Yeah, right." and turned back to her desk. He had to catch himself and not stare as she bent over to pick up her back-pack. Fury was right, she really did have a nice ass.
He fumed through the rest of the test period, wondering if she would really be there or if he was going to have to hunt her down.
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She waited on the alley, leaning over, her hands resting on her knees as she tried to stay out of sight of passing cars. She'd gone all the way to her dad's house, waving at neighbors out in their yards. She'd unlocked the front door, gone in, and slipped out the back. She used what Prof...Victor had taught her about sticking to shadows and staying out of sight to slip into the alley. She just hoped she hadn't missed him.
She looked down at her watch. The class was over thirty minutes ago, where was he?
She glanced back to the other alley entrance to see if he'd gone that way. There was no sign of him. She started cursing under her breath. Did she have the right alley? Had something happened? Was he just pulling her leg to get one over on her dad?
As she thought the last, the black SUV pulled up in front of the alley and the passenger door opened.
"Hurry up." He growled.
She jumped into the car and quickly shut the door.
He pulled slowly away, and she sank low in the seat, even with the tinted windows, to avoid being recognized.
Once they were out of the neighborhood and on main streets, she sat up.
"Give me your cell phone." He growled as they stopped at a stop light. She glared at him but handed it over.
He started to roll down the window.
"You are not destroying my phone."
"You're right I'm not." He growled. He popped the back cover off, took out the battery and used his claw on one small area under the plastic inner cover. He put the battery back in and popped the back into place, all before the light turned green.
"What did you do?"
"Destroyed the GPS chip, now your father will have a harder time tracking us."
"Harder? You mean you want him to track us?"
"Yep, just not within the first forty-eight hours."
"Why? Where are we going?"
"New York."
"That's a three day drive..." She started.
"We're not driving." He said as he pulled into the small private air field near the air port.
He pulled up to a small hanger that still had yellow police tape hanging from the doors and a small jet sitting out front. There was a guy standing next to the open passenger ramp wearing a leather jacket, jeans and the greenest hair she'd seen in a long time.
"Stay here till I tell you." He said before getting out of the car.
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He closed the door, and looked back. He still wasn't sure this was the best idea, but he couldn't see any other real choice.
"Hey, 'Tooth. Man was I glad to hear from you last night."
"Did you make the arrangement I asked, Toad?" He said as he walked up.
"Yeah. Limo is waiting in Newark and the bank knows you're comin'." Toad said. "Where are we goin after New York?"
"We're not."
"You're just goin' to the bank?"
"No."
"So what do you want me ta do, mate?"
"Wait in Newark."
"Just wait?"
"Just wait."
"So what's the plan? You goin' back with the big magnet?"
"No."
"Well I'm glad you called. Things there are getting bad."
"What do you mean, bad?" Victor asked.
"Money's tight. No one's been paid in months. Those that have stuck with him, that is. Its really just him and Mystique."
"She was here yesterday, I think she found out my assets had been released."
"Probably."
"Well, I'm not going back. I'm just taking a short trip for spring break."
"Spring Break? Man we are goin the wrong direction, all the babes will be in Miami." Toad laughed.
"Newark."
"Newark for spring break, Man, you've really forgotten how ta have fun, Mate."
Victor looked back at the car and nodded. He watched the door open, and then close and she stepped around the front of the car.
"Then again maybe not, I'd lick that all over." Toad said with a low whistle.
"Not if you wanted to keep your tongue." Victor said with a low growl.
"Awww...c'mon, learn ta share."
"Keep. Away." He growled again as she walked over.
"Get on the plane, Gracefield." He snapped. "And you get us in the air, and keep away from the passenger."
"Right...sheish, you'd think she was your wife or somethin'." Toad muttered as he climbed into the plane and closed the door.
Victor just glared at him.
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She caught the end of the conversation and glared at him as she took her seat and fastened her seat belt.
"So why are we going to New York, and why don't you want my dad to know for at least two days?" He glared at her and then at the pilot cabin, then shrugged.
"I have to pick up something from a bank in New York, and then I'm taking you someplace where you can learn about your mutation, and I can learn more about these damned scars so we can understand what is going on." She heard an intake of breath and a low curse from the pilot cabin.
"Your not taking her THERE!" The pilot snapped.
"Shut up, Toad."
"Where?" She asked, glaring at Victor.
"The X-Men." he said simply.
"Why are we going there? And why do you want two days before my dad finds us?"
"I need them to run a test, and they know more about the mutations than I do, they can give you more information." He glared and growled even more.
"You don't like the X-Men do you?" She had a feeling that he was going to growl again, and she was right.
"No...lets just say we're not on speaking terms. I've tried to kill a few of them more than once."
"So why the two days?" She wasn't going to let it go.
"Because that's how long it will take to find out if I have the right to kick your father's ass or not."
"What?"
"Don't worry about it, I'll explain when I get the test results." They'd taxied and were airborne and he turned to look out the window, ignoring her. She could feel the muscles in her neck getting tense again and reached up to rub the tension out. He moved so fast she literally didn't see him move. His hand was gripping her wrist, keeping her fingers just short of the scar on her neck. "I can't handle that right now, so keep your fucking hands OFF that scar, am I clear?"
"So THAT'S how you did it." She snapped back, realizing exactly how he'd kept her at varying states of arousal all day...then she blushed. She remembered how she tended to knead her shoulders when she was tense and could imagine how that felt to him. "Okay, fair enough...just keep your hands away from your neck too, until we find out what the hell is going on."
He just nodded, and slowly returned to his seat.