Victor lounged in the easy chair that was provided with his room in the mansion. His room was darkened though it was sunny outside. He didn't feel like light right now. God, he was tired. Not just today but everyday since Liberty Island. It felt like a weary blackness was stealing into his soul and he was more depressed now than he ever had been, even when Jimmy had first left him.

Their fight on top of the Liberty statue had been fun. He hadn't fought anyone as close to his own ferociousness and skill since Wade. It brought a genuine smile to his face to remember when he had cut that asshole's head off. He had wanted to do that for years, ever since he had first met that irritating mouth that never shut up. Wade reminded Victor of a woman in that respect.

The smile slowly faded as remembered what had happened afterwards. When his life had been upheaved. Jimmy had lost his memories. Stryker's promises had been empty. And now this. This… lack of purpose.

That damn telepath professor had snuck into his head and learned of his pain. It had been hard to say no to the man when he offered to let him live here temporarily. He needed a place to stay for the moment and it happened to be in the same place that Jimmy was living off and on.

Of course it came with conditions, but what proposition didn't? He couldn't leave the hospital wing until after his brother left the mansion and he had to behave. He had never been good at restraining himself. He hadn't had to in years.

Smiling inwardly at the old fool, he had nodded. He would behave… for now.

"And there's something else," Xavier had said, leaning forward in his chair slightly, "It's about the girl you kidnapped, Rogue."

Victor snorted. "I ain't apologizing if that's what you're after."

The professor shook his head. "No, that's not what I mean, although it would be nice. I want your consent to try something. An experiment of sorts."

Rogue. The name brought a twisted smile to his lips. It seemed he was destined to have bad dealings with his brother's women. He didn't believe her when she said she didn't love him. He had seen the way she had looked at him on the train before Magneto had attacked them. And Jimmy had held her. He would never understand Jimmy's reasoning or thought processes. What good was having a girl you couldn't touch? Why would you even want to be around one? They were a foreign species to him. He doubted that he had even really talked to one in decades.

He didn't get it.

People like them didn't need anybody else, only each other. They didn't need friends or wives or anything that normal people needed. They were free. So why did Jimmy keep constantly trying to tame himself? Where had that ever gotten him? Playing by their rules?

These questions plagued him and his head perked up as he heard voices drifting down the hallway outside his room. He grew somewhat excited when he recognized Rogue's voice as well as a males. He quietly stood up and padded over to his door to listen.

"Bobby, I'm sorry," she was saying, "I just don't want to hurt you."

They stopped walking, just his luck, right outside the door to his room. He cocked his head in the dim lighting to hear more.

"Rogue, I know you don't. It's just that," here the boy hesitated. "Nothing. Let's go find John."

"Bobby, wait," Rogue cried, "Please just tell me."

Bobby took a deep breath. "It's just that I want you so bad. It's hard not being able to touch you," he said softly.

Victor felt like he was going to be sick, but pressed his ear closer. He stifled a snort.

"I want you too," she said gently, "But, I'd also rather you not die. The first and only boy I ever kissed ended up in a coma. Logan was knocked out for an entire day and he's the strongest person I know."

Except for me, Victor added to himself arrogantly, knowing she'd never admit that aloud.

The boy grunted at Logan's name and Victor smiled. The boy was jealous.

"But, you know," she began in a teasing voice, "I was reading this book last night and I had an idea."

Her tone made Victor's primal urges awaken slightly. Something about the change and shift in pheromones. He cocked his head and waited to hear what it was.

She dropped her voice to a whisper that only he and Bobby could hear. "You can't touch my skin, Bobby, but… I have gloves. Thin gloves. And," she added in a whisper, "lubrication."

Victor hardened abruptly at her words. He hadn't cared about things like foreplay and hand jobs since the 1880's, but right now he was desperate. He was surrounded by freakin' Puritans. And there was something about the fact that their sexual escapades could result in injury or death that excited him even more.

It didn't help that the boy's hormone level sky rocketed either.

"Come to my room tonight," she whispered.

They walked away until he couldn't hear them anymore and he leaned a head against the wall and breathed deeply.

It wasn't helping. He needed to leave now. He tossed a shirt and boots on and walked abruptly out of his room, slamming the door on his way. He barely noticed that white haired bitch and the nancy mutant with the stupid glasses come out of a classroom as he passed by.

"Where do you think you're going?" the woman asked authoritatively. He didn't even spare her glance as he walked on. If he looked at her it might make his 'predicament' more unbearable. And then he wouldn't be able to stay here anymore to get to Jimmy. And he would probably be electrocuted again.

"Whores," he answered, walking to the door with a single-minded purpose.

He heard a shocked gasp in response until they figured out he wasn't actually calling them whores, and then Scott called after him as he yanked the door open, "Make sure they're still alive when you're done."

Victor gave a dismissive grunt that said 'sure, whatever' and slammed the door behind him. The fresh air helped his state somewhat. Cleared his head. One thing was certain. He wasn't coming back here tonight.

XXXXXXXXXX

Rogue sat in the same chair she had vacated three days earlier, facing Xavier who was behind his desk. Today was the first day of her training session with Sabretooth and she was starting to feel sick. She couldn't do this. There was still time to turn back. Once she touched him it would be over.

"Rogue, I know that you're nervous about this," the professor said. "But I will be here over seeing every minute of the session. There is nothing to worry about."

In her nervousness she became irritated. "I'm going to have all his memories inside my head, sir. He's going to be inside my head forever. I think that is something to worry about." She wondered when Logan was coming back. She missed him a lot. He would never have let the professor talk her into this.

"I'm afraid Logan is going to be gone a bit longer, Rogue. He's on a journey of his own."

Sabretooth snorted derisively and Xavier tried to ignore it. Rogue really wished he'd stop answering her thoughts aloud. It made her look stupid.

If that's what you want, Rogue.

She glared at the professor in annoyance. "You purposely kept this from him so that he couldn't challenge you."

He nodded. "I did keep this from him. It wasn't the right time. Certain things must be unlocked before he can begin to heal."

She was confused by his statement, but he waved her on before she could ask anymore questions.

"If you and Victor could please turn and face each other," he began, "we can get this started."

She nervously scooted her chair around to face Sabretooth. He was dressed almost exactly as he had been three days ago, black from head to toe. An undershirt paired with baggy black cargo pants and boots. His face still looked tired and drawn and she felt a slight stab of pity for him. And then she remembered how he helped Magneto try and kill her and the pity disappeared.

"Whenever you're ready Rogue. Try and concentrate on the flow of power while you're touching him. Picture it slowing down and stopping altogether."

She swallowed nervously and forgot for a moment how much she hated him. She looked at Xavier anxiously. "Does it matter where I touch him?"

Sabretooth chuckled. "Well, if you don't have a preference," he leered and glanced down at his lap earning him a snort of disgust.

Xavier talked over him. "It doesn't matter, Rogue. I don't think that it moves faster or slower depending on the area being touched."

Rogue turned her face back to Sabretooth and looked at his bare shoulder. She slowly reached out a hand noticing him tensing, and touched him with one fingertip. Everyone held their breaths. She was sure that at any moment he was going to leap forward and rip her throat out.

Nothing happened.

She frowned and pursed her lips, staring hard at his shoulder. She leaned forward and spread her hand out over his skin and waited… but still, nothing happened.

Shock spread throughout her entire body and she forgot to remove her hand. She simply stared at it blankly. Everyone was silent as the seconds ticked by.

Finally, Xavier cleared his throat and wheeled around to the two of them. "It appears as if your mutation has no effect on Victor."

Rogue slowly looked up to see the triumph and glittering savagery in Sabretooth's eyes. So many things were coursing through her head at once. She was touching someone's skin for the first time in almost a year. She drew her hand back and stared at her palm.

Sabretooth had complete resistance to her power. She couldn't hurt him… or defend herself against him.

And now her one chance to attempt to control her mutation was gone.

AN- Alright because I know that its just sooooo convenient for Victor to have immunity to her skin, I'll tell you that he's not going to be immune. Just highly resistant.

I'm going to be writing a mixture of things that happened in the comics too. Just because there's only so many storylines you can do with the movies and this pairing.