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.
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She sat in the leather chair in front of the huge desk. The man on the other side was older, and his eyes seemed kind, but stern and like they were trying to bore into her head.
"Victor, you know I don't think this is a good idea." He said.
"I really don't care. I frankly need Jimmy on his toes on this and waiting on you to unlock his memories is going to put her in danger." Victor nodded at her.
"I don't see how she could be in any more danger here than with you." The older man said.
"Charles, I'm going to explain this once, and I really need you to understand. I've got Mystique and SHIELD on my ass at the moment, I don't need 'Logan' thinking he can get revenge on me by picking on my...student." The pause made her glance at him.
"Student?" Charles looked at both of them again. "Is there more to this?"
"I need a DNA analysis before I can answer that." Victor said.
Charles nodded, and pushed a button on his desk. "Hank, can you come to my office, and bring the special needles we use when drawing Logan's blood. I am going to need two samples drawn."
"Thank you." Victor said simply.
Charles nodded, and opened his mouth to say something when the door burst open.
"WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING HERE!" Kathy recognized him from news coverage, it was "The Wolverine"
"He's asked for our help, Logan." Charles said calmly.
"Like HELL. We're not helping him, or any two bit slut he brings in here." Victor was out of his chair and had Logan against a wall, his hand around his throat.
"You can say what you want about me, but leave her out of it." Victor said, surprisingly calmly. "She's the one that needs help, and if you ever call my mate a slut again, I'll rip your fucking throat out, metal skeleton or not."
"MATE!" Kathy exclaimed. So that is what the hell was going on. Suddenly everything clicked into place. 'Your mate. Is that what this DNA test is about?"
Victor glared at her, and even Logan looked at her with a funny expression on his face.
"Fuck. Jimmy, now you've gone and screwed the pooch, I swear, I can't leave you alone for five minutes, much less twenty five years." Victor let him go and walked back to the chair, dropping into it and putting his elbows on his knees, resting his head in his hands.
"I can't go on like this, Charles. I need him." Victor looked up at the man behind the desk.
"He needs to recover on his own." Charles said.
"BULLSHIT! We've tried it your way. I need him, and I've waited twenty-five years, I'm not waiting anymore."
"What the hell is goin' on in here." A girl that Kathy also recognized as 'The Rogue' from news broadcasts walked in.
"Get out." Logan said to her, putting his body between her and Victor. Kathy could smell the protective anger coming off of him.
"No, she's a part of this too." Victor said. He reached into his pocket, where he'd shoved the square box that had the gold letters "Tiffany and Co." on the top. "This is for you, Rogue." He reached out, the box sitting on his outstretched palm.
"What is it?"
"A late wedding present" Victor said simply. "and a promise."
She pushed Logan out of the way and looked at the box, then snorted. "What's the promise."
"I'll never try to hurt you again."
"Prove it." Rogue's eyes were suspicious.
"Okay." He opened the box and handed her the piece of paper on top. "It is a lifetime account at Tiffany, I'll pay for whatever you buy, no questions asked." Her eyes grew wide. Then she looked at the bracelet in the box, it was links of twisted gold and platinum cords, with a single charm hanging from each link. The first was a tiny Statue of Liberty, the second a tiny set of dog tags, the third, a small needle and syringe. The forth a broken cube, the fifth a small set of entwined rings, the sixth a single baby bottle in pink gold, the third a double set of baby bottles in a blue tinted platinum. The charms stopped there. "You can put whatever you want on there from here."
"Thank you." She said simply and took the box, closing it and not looking at it any further. Kathy could feel the suspicion rolling off of her.
"Logan, I have something for you as well."
"I don't want anything from you." Logan spat at Victor.
"Logan, please listen to him." Charles said.
Victor picked up the silver case and opened it on his lap. He pulled a stack of books out and set them on the edge of the desk. Logan glared at him and then at the books. "Your journals." Victor said simply.
"I don't believe you."
"Victor, you can't force him..." Charles started. Kathy took things into her own hands. She picked up the first book on the stack and opened it. Victor glared at her, but she glared back.
"August 10th, Eighteen forty-eight, Victor left me in this cave while he went hunting for food. We've been running for two years since...since I killed our father. He doesn't blame me, he does everything he can to take care of me, I can't hunt like he can, I can't smell like he can yet, its getting stronger." She read off the page. "He's my brother, I have to find a way to help him as much as I can. He can't take care of me all the time."
She watched Logan's face as she read, the anger fading to confusion, and then back to anger again.
"I don't care. I don't want him here. I don't want him around Rogue and the kids."
"James, I don't plan on staying very long. I'll be back after this semester is over to pick up Kathy and move on, but I can't protect her by myself."
"DON'T CALL ME THAT!" Logan snarled.
"It's your name. James Logan Howlett."
"Well that explains why you put the account in the name of Marie Howlett." Rogue said softly as she looked at the paper.
"NO! You are NOT my brother, we are not related. Those are not..." He yanked the book out of Kathy's hand, and looked at it, then dropped it like it was burning hot. "...can't be my handwriting." He finished softly.
"They are, you are, I am, and I need you James. I need you to protect my mate while I can't. I've promised I will never harm yours. Please." There was that word again, well two of them. Mate, and Please.
"You're ASKING for my help. That's rich." Logan snarled.
"No, Jimmy, I'm doing something I never do. I'm begging." She heard the harshness in Victor's voice.
"Victor, there is no need for that. She will be safe here. However, could you please explain why..." A large blue furred mutant walked in the door in a lab coat. "Ah, Hank. If you could draw blood from our guests here."
"Why the test. I've never been very...careful. I want to make sure we're not related before I go further with this." Victor ripped his shirt down, showing the scar on the front of his neck.
"Dear Lord." Charles said. The blue mutant named Hank stepped back. Suddenly Kathy recognized him too, She was going to have her blood drawn by the US Ambassador to the United Nations.
"My word...this is amazing." She hissed as Hank's blue fingers probed the scar on Victor's neck. Victor growled low at him as she gripped the arms of the chair. It felt...wrong, as if she were being violated.
"Hank." Charles said softly.
"My apologies. I've only seen a mate mark once before, it is an amazing phenomenon. I am assuming you are marked as well?" He pulled out a needle and vial to catch the blood. Victor yanked off his jacket and rolled up a sleeve of his ruined shirt. She hissed at the copper smell in the air as his blood filled the small vial. She wanted to claw Hank's eyes out for hurting him.
"Yes." She said, trying to concentrate on the conversation and control the rage building inside her. She pulled her dress back away from the back of her neck as Hank turned his attention, and needles to her.
"Amazing. Simply amazing." He did not touch her scar, but instead took her arm and wrapped the tourniquet around it. "I really don't think a test is necessary, however." he looked at Victor as he drew her blood easily.
"Why not?"
"From the information I've been able to gather from the other scientists studying mutation around the world, the mate mark is uncommon, very uncommon, and if the DNA is too close, the marks don't form. There was a case in the Ukraine, a pair of mutants who wanted to mate but couldn't. They were raised separately, fell in love, wanted to mate, however no matter how many times they bit, the mark faded immediately. They found out they were first cousins, after a DNA analysis. They were devastated." He dropped the two vials of blood in his pocket. "I will certainly run this as quickly as possible, however, I do only consider it a confirmation of what your bodies already know."
"I'll wait for the results." Victor snapped.
"And where the hell do I fit in all this." Kathy snapped at him.
"SAFE!" He roared at her. "Right now I need you safe. I don't need a distraction."
"And what about school, what about my father..." She shouted back.
"YOUR FATHER IS AN ABUSIVE ASS and you are never going to see him again." He roared back at her.
"YOU don't own me, Professor Creed." She shouted.
All of the others, in varying states of disbelief shouted "PROFESSOR?"