A/N: Okay everyone, I see that I've gotten some positive feedback from adding the one and only Sabertooth to the saga. Haha well I decided it was about time to throw a few more interesting mini plots in here so why not start with this! Thank you to the wonderful Raven Eyes1 for this beautiful twist. Now, enjoy!

Pairings: Ororo/Logan, Remy/OC , Rogue/Bobby, Scott/Jean

Ages: Ororo, Jean, OC, Bobby, Rogue 16 , Logan, Scott, Remy, Kurt 17

Teenage Mutants

Gambit opened the door to his and Wolverine's room as quietly as he could manage. That wasn't entirely saying too much, either, given his condition. He could barely muster the willpower to slip off his shoes before collapsing onto the bed, of which he didn't care was his or not. He was out cold before his head even hit the pillow. And it didn't even seem like he was asleep for two seconds when a violent hand shook him. Hard. He grumbled disapprovingly and turned away from the disturbance. But the angry hand seemed persistent in its efforts, and the Cajun was forced to speak.

"What de fuck do you want." He groaned. An equally as gruff, yet fully awake voice answered him.

"You stink." It said. The voice sounded familiar to Remy, but he was too tired to place a face to the sound.

"I don' care." He retorted before trying to go back to sleep. He was on the verge of killing when the hand shook him once again, harder than either of the other times.

"Yeah, well I wasn't tellin' ya fer yer own benefit, either." Remy simply ignored the voice this time, but when the hand slapped down on his back forcefully he sat up in an instant, grabbing for the hand and twisting it around fully once he had it in his possession. That decision, however, was one he immediately regretted when the hand, deciding to fight back, jerked itself back right and caused him to flip onto his stomach. His eyes shot open when an unknown weight crushed down on him and the hand grabbed a healthy amount of his hair, smashing his face into his pillow.

"I can't sleep with you smellin' up the whole place, bub." The voice said once the hand released him. The Cajun was enraged when he finally realized the voice and the hand were both that of Logan. He quickly brought his head back up, hitting the Wolverine square in his nose with his cranium. Logan cursed loudly when it began to gush, but put it out of his mind when Gambit leapt from under him and stood at the other end of the room, facing him.

"Smell shouldn' bothah' you much now, huh, Wolvie."

Logan wiped the blood from his now fully healed nose and smirked.

"Wrong move, Gumbo." He said.

"Was it now." Remy raised an eyebrow, before he pulled out the Jack of diamonds from his back pocket. He grinned evilly before throwing it at Logan, sending him flying backward into the wall. He made a monstrous thud and Remy merely chuckled when Logan stood and ran at him. Gambit stuck his arm out, clothes hanging Logan and sending him straight to the ground. Although it didn't take him long to realize that it hurt him a great deal more than it hurt Logan and clutched his arm when it began to throb agonizingly. Wolverine took this opportunity to swipe his arm under the Cajun's feet, sending him straight to the ground. Gambit moaned from landing on his earlier earned bruise and Logan did not waste any time straddling the Cajun and snatching him up by the collar.

"Now look what you did." He said, "You've torn the room to hell and back, and now I'm gonna mess up that pretty face of yours… and you. Still. Stink." He finished lowly. Remy smiled and puffed into Logan's face. Logan's eyes had fire in them and he growled as he brought his heavy metal fist back. Both their heads turned when their door opened. A very annoyed Cyclops leaned against the doorway, arms crossed and eyebrows raised.

"Your brother's here." He sighed. Logan released Remy causing his head to smack against the ground loudly.

"Damn it!" He seethed.

"Who's brother?" Logan asked. Scott rolled his eyes heavily.

"The floor's Logan." He answered. Logan and Remy both looked down confusedly. Scott smacked his forehead, in shock of such idiocy all in one place.

"Victor, you idiot. Your brother, Victor. Logan's brother, Victor."

"Well why didn't you say that in the first place, dumbass?" Logan said, standing and moving past Scott to make his way downstairs.

"I truly don't know." Scott answered honestly. "I obviously forgot who I was talking to. By the way… what the hell?" He asked Remy, referring to the situation that he had obviously interrupted when he had come in. Gambit shook his head as if to say don't ask and walked past him.

"I'm gonna take a shower."

"Oh I was headed that way, I'll come with you." Scott said following after him. The Cajun looked at him oddly and stepped further away from him as they made their way down the hall. Cyclops nodded and laughed.

"I'm not gay, Remy. But as much as you and Logan joke about it, I'm startin' to question both of you."

"Don't even, boy." Remy cut him off. "I will kill you an' not even think twice." Scott shrugged.

"…Yeah," He said, "But then who would you and Logan have secret gay fantasies about?" He asked. He only stopped when Remy gut punched him, but even then, only for a while.

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Logan genuinely smiled for the first time in a while as he made his way down the stairs, watching Victor refamiliarize himself with the mansion. He only came whenever it was convenient for him and never stayed, even though he always gave false hope that he would. Although Logan was the only one who dared miss him.

"Who the hell let you in?" he said loudly, Sabertooth turned and smirked as he saw his brother make his way down the stairs.

"Who the hell let you stay?" He asked back. They both laughed and hugged briefly before looking each other over. It had been almost two years since Victor'd been to the school to visit.

"Don't even think it." Creed said, seeing Logan's expression. "Your bitch ass couldn't take me then, you can't take me now."

"I'd like to take that as a challenge." Wolverine smirked.

"Take it however you want, pansy. Where do I put my stuff." He said, throwing his arm around Logan and heading back up the stairs.

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"Shoot, Kurt! Shoot!" Bobby yelled at the blue mutant as he watched him play Deadly Warfare: 3 on the GameStation.

"I don't know how!" he replied, searching the controller frantically for the button that would save him.

"Hurry you're about to die! Press triangle, triangle!" Kurt complied, again searching all over the GameStation controller for the triangle button as his life bar became shorter and shorter.

"Aaah!" They both yelled when Kurt's soldier collapsed and died from the overwhelming barrage of bullets.

"Ok reset it, reset it!" Kurt said, this time determined to win the game.

"Idiots." Jean said, turning back to the table she sat at with the others in the Rec-room. Theresa looked up at them from massaging Remy's back with her eyes furrowed.

"I don't get why they like those types of games." She said. "If you're going to play a video game, at least play a good one. Like Rockstar." Scott scoffed loudly.

"Theresa, you don't even actually play the game. You do the same song on the same level with the same instrument every time. I'm not even kidding. Every time."

"Heh. Just like a chick." Logan sniggered, causing all of the males in the Rec-room to crack up.

"Shut up." 'Ro said lowly, causing them all to cease just as quickly.

"Punks." Jean coughed.

Remy grunted suddenly.

"Harder, chérie, you rubbin' my back or gettin ' me in the mood?" The Cajun complained. 'Reese made a fist behind his head, but bit her lip and complied to his request, rubbing his back harder. Storm's eyebrows shot up skeptically. She turned to an already guilty looking Wolverine.

"So, Logan," She said accusingly, "How did you say that knot got on the back of Remy's head, and that huge bruise got on his back, and that big char mark got on you guys' wall again?" Everyone seemed to stop and slowly turn towards the two of them. Even the game was paused at the sight of Ororo putting the Wolverine in his place. Logan looked around, trying desperately trying to avoid eye contact with the goddess.

"Logan." Storm said even more sternly.

"Well the burn on the wall is there because Remy threw a damn card at me." Logan answered, averting everyone's attention to Gambit.

"You threw a card at him?" Storm asked dangerously. Remy sat up from his interrupted backrub like a deer staring down an 18-wheeler.

"Because he tried t'suff'cate me with my pillow." Storm's eyes widened in shock.

"You tried to suffocate him?"

"He head-butted me in the nose!"

"He tried to break my damn back!"

"He tried to twist my arm off!"

"He said I stank!"

The entire rec room fell silent when the exchange ended. Storm's arms were folded and her nostrils were flared,

"They're gonna get it!" Bobby whispered to the Nightcrawler. They both snickered uncontrollably behind the others.

"This whole thing started because you told him that he stank?" Storm said through gritted teeth.

"No, this whole thing started because he stayed out all night and snuck in this morning smelling up the whole room!" Storm seemed entirely unmoved.

"What were you doing out all night?" Theresa asked. The Cajun looked around, almost mirroring Logan's previous actions.

"Remy, what were you doing out until this morning?" She asked again. Remy stood and slowly back his way next to Logan. Theresa stood next to Storm, both of their expressions the exact same.

"…Lookin' for a birthday present. For you, chere." He answered

"Really. A present for my birthday that is in December, in the end of January?" Theresa asked deadpan. Silence only followed after.

"Yeah." 'Ro said finally, "I think I've heard all I needed to." She said before heatedly making her way out.

"Me too." Theresa said, following suit.

"I'd better go with them. And see how much trouble they're in." Jean whispered to Scott before kissing him gently and jogging after them.

"I should'a clawed yer ass when I had the chance," Logan shot at the Cajun.

"You jus' betta be glad you got dat damn healin' factor of yours, Wolvie." Remy looked at Logan disgustedly.

"Punkass." The Cajun sneered as the other exited.

"Faggot." Logan said under his breath.

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Jean, Storm and Theresa made their way to their rooms, all engulfed in a heated conversation.

"You don't even understand how much it takes me not to pump his ass full of lightening every time he does this stupid shit!"

"I don't get why Remy can't just be like Scott. Ugh. Dumbass." Jean grinned.

"They can't all be perfect." She said, receiving evil glances from the other two.

"Anyways." Ororo said, rolling her eyes at the redhead.

"Hey, hey, hey!" A voice called after them, causing them all to turn, seeing a slightly too happy looking Sabertooth

"So what, you ladies are just gonna walk by and not even say 'hi'?" He grinned as he made his way toward them. Jean was the first to reluctantly reply.

"Hello, Victor." She said less than cheerfully as she gave him a hug.

"Jeanie, Jeanie. Still as unbelievably hot as when I first saw you." He said through a very toothy grin.

"And just as taken." She said smiling back. Jean stepped away from him and 'Reese took it upon herself to make introductions.

"I'm Theresa Sanderson." She said stretching out her hand. Victor squeezed it softly.

"Victor Creed." He said before taking in an eyeful of her.

"So, Theresa." He purred. "How are you, beautiful?"

"Uninterested." She answered before also stepping away. Victor's smirk stayed put when he saw an oh-too-smitten Storm still waiting to be noticed.

"I remember you, Storm." He practically growled, stepping up to her. He could tell she was blushing furiously, but did not back down at all. He grazed her hair with his hand before placing them both in his pockets.

"how 'bout you, darlin'?" he said. "Miss me?"

'Ro couldn't control the giddy grin plastered on her face.

"…I might have." She said before being snatched away by Jean and Theresa. Her gaze stayed fixed on Victor.

"Se ya 'round, Sparky." He laughed before turning to go find his brother.

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"Wow, 'Ro," 'Reese said closing the door once they all entered the room. "Way to be subtle." Storm scowled at her and Jean as they both laughed at her.

"How 'bout I just make an appointment for both of yall to kiss my ass." She said, plopping onto her bed. Jean and Theresa joined her, still giggling.

"Whatever, you should be thanking us!" The redhead responded, "I'm surprised we were able to get you outta there before you threw your panties off!" She said leading the two of them into another laughing fit.

"I was not about to drop my panties for him." Storm failed to hold back her laughter.

"Please." Jean scoffed. "Does Logan know about your little thing for Mr. Creed?" Storm rolled her eyes thoroughly.

"Logan who?" She said examining her fingernails. "And what's with the 'Mr.', he's not our teacher."

"He's like twenty-five!" Theresa exclaimed.

"He is not twenty-five." Storm countered quickly. "He's twenty-two."

"That's six damn years!" Theresa said, standing firm in her argument.

"Five years, I have a birthday."

"Same difference, he's too old for you." Jean said.

"I think the both of you are just intimidated."

"Intimidated?!"

"Really!" Jean and Theresa questioned at the same time.

"Yeah!" Storm nearly shouted. "Because I'm obviously the only one here that's woman enough for a twenty-two year old." She bragged. Jean and 'Reese shared a look before the redhead spoke.

"I think I speak for both of us when I say, you're the only one that was even remotely interested."

'Ro leaned back and folded her arms.

"So neither one of you found him attractive?" She asked. Jean and Theresa both remained silent.

"Exactly." She said through a grin.

"We never said he wasn't attractive." Jean defended her and 'Reese. "But obviously you're not in the mood for reason or logic today, so I'd be glad to sit back and just laugh while this whole thing unfolds." Jean grabbed the remote and turned the television on.

"Yeah. Have fun juggling these two." Theresa added. Storm simply sneered at the both of them, thinking of the possibilities that were Victor Creed.

"Jean change it, I hate Law and Order!" 'Reese yelled.

"You shut up." Jean said turning up the volume.

"…Stupid ass show." Theresa mumbled.

"Yup, and just for that we're watching through the commercials."

A/N: Ok everyone there's the next chapter, and don't worry I already have the next one completely written so you can expect another update extremely soon! Please review now! haha