Title: Do You Laugh When I Fall?
Series: Sorrow After Sins, Part 3.
E-mail : whipblade@...
Summary : Kitty is rescued! And the X-Men botch up yet
Sorrow After Sins:
Do you laugh when I fall?
Sabretooth stood against a wall. All around him,
fires, shouting, and the ratatat of gunfire filled
his ears. He didn�t move, he didn't know if he could.
He no longer knew if what he saw was real
or not. The pain crept into him, but it wasn't enough
to bring him into the glow of his rages, it was
more than enough to make him question everything.
He saw, or at least thought he saw, the black jet the
X-Men use all the time, minutes ago. That jet
was just the thing he had needed. The 7 guards that
once surrounded him had been distracted,
leaving Kitty alone. Off they went to fight the
intruders. Kitty's strength was depleted as he ran
away from them, unnoticed by any guards. Against the
wall is where he rested with hardly enough
strength to make it to the next building that lay only
20 feet away. He had to force himself to
ignore the intense pain for a chance at escaping this
hell hole. It was the only thing his instincts
demanded, and that�s all Kitty was running on, raw
Wolverine rounded the first of two warehouses near the
Genoshian slave-camp�s loading docks.
His keen sense of smell had picked up a very familiar
scent. Expecting to find a murderous hell-
bent psychopath any second, he popped his claws.
SNIKT! Six adamantium claws that stemmed
twelve inches from between each knuckle, three on each
hand, they were Wolverine's
most feared assets, and he liked it that way.
Wolverine stalked around a new corner heading to the
wide lane between the two warehouses, his
alert senses told him trouble loomed ahead. Wolverine
was prepared for that, he liked trouble, but
he wasn't prepared for the sight that greeted him. At
the other end of the building, leaning heavily
against the tin siding, stood none other than Victor
Creed, more commonly known as Sabretooth.
Wolverine growled as he slowly, cautiously, crept
towards his long time foe, who looked like he
had just climbed out of a trash bin. As Wolverine got
closer he got a better look at Sabretooth and
noticed that he was in very bad shape. To Wolverine,
the thought of someone stuffing Sabretooth
into a blender, turned the thing on high, then poured
him out came to mind. Suppressing a chuckle
at the mental image Wolverine stopped a few feet from
the dazed man. It'd been well near two full
years since anyone had seen tooth or claw of Creed.
Wolverine wasn't too keen on finding his
enemy here, in some sort of mutant slave camp, he
wasn't really glad to see Creed period.
Wolverine would rather of found Sabretooth decapitated
Looking into the large distant black eyes of
Sabretooth, Wolverine couldn't help but shudder.
Something was wrong, the blood that covered Sabretooth
distracted Wolverine's nose. But, the
way Sabretooth looked, from blood covered feet to
vacant eyes, Wolverine knew something was
more than just a little wrong. Waving a clawed hand in
front of the taller beast�s face, the black
eyes didn't follow the shiny silver, nor did
Sabretooth flinch as Wolverine lightly touched the
man�s shoulder. If Creed saw anything or felt anything
he never acknowledged it. It was unnatural
for Sabretooth to be so distraught. Wolverine
retracted his claws with a SNIKT!
Wolverine took in the pitiful condition of his foe
standing in the shadow of the warehouse. Burnt,
bloody, and hopefully that was mud caked hair. Face
was cut and swelled, his beard also matted
and dirty, shredded clothing full of blood hung
loosely from Sabretooth's smaller frame. Sniffing,
Wolverine concluded that most of the blood was
Sabretooth's, as well as the man hadn't showered
in months. 'Phew Creed, what did you get into?'
Wolverine thought. The undertone of fresh blood
caught Wolverine's attention. Creed was still
bleeding; it ran down his body, mostly soaking his
legs deep crimson. Sabretooth wasn't healing what so
"Creed?" Wolverine croaked hoarsely as he stared at
the man, who looked so fragile, so lost, so
contrast to everything Sabretooth was or rather is.
Wolverine knew that Genosha had been in
political turmoil for the last few years, it increased
after some dispute over an Iraqi plane crash.
He didn't know how much Sabretooth was apart of the
dispute if even at all, but Wolverine was
positive that whatever trouble the big feral man had
got into with Genosha, it was now over.
The itch behind each knuckle from the claws hidden
beneath the skin burned to be popped, to
slice up his long time enemy but Wolverine held back.
Before the X-Men, he wouldn't have given
it a second thought, but now after years with the
X-Men and years of being fed Charles morals
that have crept into his head, it wasn't Wolverine's
style anymore. It took a few minutes but
finally Sabretooth turned his head to stare blankly at
Wolverine watched as Sabretooth slowly and tentatively
put one foot in front of the other, taking
one small step at a time. Testing each foothold,
Sabretooth walked with a profound limp to
Wolverine. Wolverine watched as big vacant eyes stared
off while sniffling. Wolverine doubted
Creed could even smell as blood slowly oozed over his
lips. A red light flashed under Sabretooth's
chin. 'Inhibitor collar. No wonder he ain�t healin'.'
Logan thought to himself as Sabretooth limped
past him, then stopped. Turning Sabretooth stood and
reached out for Wolverine. Sabretooth's
blood-soaked hands ran themselves down the yellow
spandex uniform of the X-Men. So careful
did the callused hands touch Wolverine's shoulders, as
if it were valuable china.
"Real?" The hoarse dry voice of Creeds asked.
"I better as hell be real." Wolverine snapped back,
flipping the hands off of his uniform. Wolverine
smirked, the look on Creed�s face was priceless.
Sabretooth swayed slightly then grabbed onto
Wolverine's uniform once more.
Wolverine grabbed Sabretooth's shoulders as the big
man sank to his knees, his hands hugging the
X-Man�s waist, then his head lulled heavily against
the yellow spandex clad leg. Wolverine tilted
his head contemplating if this was Creed's way of
asking for death, but then Wolverine then
noticed the slow soft breathing; Sabretooth had
slipped into unconsciousness.
Rogue's scream echoing off the aluminum siding of the
storage buildings brought Wolverine back
to the task at hand.
Storm with her arms raised above her head shouted,
"Winds I summon thee! Take this filth out to
sea!" Strong hurricane winds dove down from the skies
and swept guards of the Genoshian
government out into the crashing waves of the sea,
that the base was on the shore of.
About 50 Genoshian workers, or in more appropriate
terms, 50 Mutant slaves retaliated on the
guards and praised the X-Men. A few of the mutants
fled however. Wolverine was assigned to
herd them up for liberation.
Cyclops fired his red eye beams at a sentinel
determined to snuff out all mutant life forms. The big
robot�s head shot off and crashed far away into a
Genoshian government building. The body fell
crashing down on top of an empty medical building
within the compound. Explosions rocked as
various chemicals rose to the sky in billows of thick
black clouds. A yellow canister with the
picture of a clown face plastered on it, shot up into
the sky and crashed just meters from the
Blackbird. The yellow canister leaked its contents
into the air, invisible to the naked eye, but
powerful to any dry humored person.
Jean screamed as she fought a guard meters from
Cyclops. The guard she was fighting had placed
an inhibitor collar around her neck. She turned around
and gave him a good heel in crotch. From
behind her, a red beam of light slammed into the
guard�s chest. The man went sailing across the
beach and landed with a triumphant splash in the
"Wolverine!" Rogue's voice shouted across the
From the shadows of the warehouse emerged Wolverine,
over his shoulders being carried like a
lamb was a very banged up Sabretooth.
"Whaddaya want darlin'?" He grunted hoisting the prone
body of Sabretooth up some.
Storm flew down from her sky bound position. "Is he
alive, Wolverine?" She asked as her feet
touched the hard earth.
" 'Fore he passed out, yup." Wolverine grunted as he
walked to the Blackbird. The yellow
spandex clad X-Men carefully placed Sabretooth down in
a corner. Blood covered Wolverine's
shoulders, back of his neck, and hands.
The rest of the X-Men piled on into the jet as the
Genoshian slaves had been freed and fled the
"You planning on doing something with him?" Jean
SNIKT! SNIKT! Wolverine popped his claws.
"Yeah getting some answers." He growled. Three
adamantium claws stuck against the Genoshian
inhibitor collar. The sound of metal against metal
rang out in the cockpit. Wolverine growled, as
he sliced at the collar once more. "RRRR Dammit!"
"Wolverine, what is the matter?" Storm asked as she
walked over to the crouched mutant.
Wolverine stood up and face Storm. "Did ya happen ta
get the collars off the other mutants?"
No one responded.
Jean tugged at hers, she then burst out laughing.
Storm giggled as she took her seat at the front of the
jet, for the long journey back.
Wolverine crouched in the back of the Blackbird. With
the bright lights of the interior there was
no hiding in shadows the horror that plagued
Sabretooth's body. What Wolverine didn't see back
at the compound he now saw in the Blackbird.
The pitiful sight of Sabretooth, huddled back into a
corner with practically every bone in his body
showing, huge black eyes staring frightened. Hair
extremely filthy and matted. If one didn't know
it was blond, one wouldn't know it now. Sabretooth's
face slack of emotion other than fear; the
swelling of his jaw and the large bruises on his
throat took away the hollowness that his face
would have had without them. Bruises and infected cuts
plagued Sabretooth's filthy body.
Wolverine reached out slowly taking a hold of
Sabretooth�s shoulder, who in turn tried to cram
himself further against the wall. The man once known
for fierceness whimpered like a lost pup.
Wolverine took his hand back and stood up as the blood
soaked into his boot treads. The rest of
the X-Men ignored Wolverine and their passenger.
It seemed odd to him, that they giggled and talked
about the latest battle as if it had been a
training session rather than a mission. Wolverine got
a faint whiff of laughing gas. Shrugging it
off, he listened to the conversations up front while
watching Sabretooth cower. To Wolverine it
looked like they all seemed a little hyper, then as if
out of boredom, the Blackbird�s crew started
to talk about how the school had too many students and
not enough X-Men as teachers.
The topic then turned when Cyclops looked back at
Wolverine, who looked puzzled at them all.
"When will he wake up?" Cyclops asked from the pilot�s
"He�s pretty much awake now." Wolverine replied,
looking down at the cowering Sabretooth.
"Bet you he'll claw you once he gets his bearings."
Furrowing his brow, Wolverine smirked dangerously.
"Twenty dollars says he claws me in ten
"You�re on." Cyclops said taking the bet.
"Count me in." Came Rogue's voice.
"Me too." Jean nodded, then giggled as they all
started to laugh.
The Blackbird landed in the X-Mansion's underground
hanger. Wolverine stayed inside the
Blackbird waiting for some help to get Sabretooth up,
as the rest of the X-Men headed out the
door. Wolverine kept his distance as the scent of fear
rolled off Creed in waves. Keeping an ear to
the door, Wolverine heard Beast's voice greet his
comrades as they disembarked the jet.
"I expect your mission was a success?" Beast inquired.
"Not one bit my hairy blue friend." Jean's voice
"A failure?" Xavier's voice gasped.
Storm giggled "We freed all the slaves."
"We missed taking off their collars though." Scott
chuckled finishing Storm's sentence.
Wolverine heard Xavier's voice ask. "Who is our
Scott seemed to sound normal to Wolverine when came
the reply. "Sabretooth."
Wolverine didn't realize that he had stopped paying
attention to Sabretooth, until a sharp pain
raked across his leg. Wolverine growled in surprise as
he looked down at the frightened but angry
"Right on time. Looks like we all owe Wolverine."
Storm's voice giggled once more filling
" That was 20 cents each right?" Jean's humored voice
"No, no 20 buttons each." Rouge giggled.
Wolverine marveled to himself about her, she had grown
so much in the last few years.
"It was 20 lint balls and don't you forget it."
Scott's voice rang out mocking Wolverine's own
As Laughter filled the hanger Wolverine swore he was
going to get one eye back for that one.
"I am afraid I am going to have you in my lab Jean. I
can't seem to get this collar off." Wolverine
heard Beast sigh.
"Oh not to worry Hank. Figure it out on your other
patient then please call me down." Jean said.
"We have classes to attend. " Storm said as footsteps
echoed in the hanger.
"Are you sure we teach them sugar?" Rogue asked as a
"Maybe we should just attend them and *learn* how to
act mature." Scott laughed as someone
started to run.
Jean giggled loudly as more running steps sounded
finally fading away as a door swung shut.
Wolverine stood in the entrance of the Blackbird, the
door leading out of the hanger bumped
against its padded frame. Two claw marks ripped in
his yellow spandex costume stood out on his
"Logan, are you alright?" Beast asked seeing the blood
on his comrade.
"Oh dandy Hank, I just happen to be owed 80 dollars."
Logan muttered as he pulled back his
"Sounded like 80 lint balls, to me, Canucklehead."
Iceman, also known as Bobby Drake, said.
Wolverine chuckled. "Shut up."
Xavier's hover chair moved towards the jet. "Mind
bringing your guest out, Logan?" He asked.
Wolverine motioned for Beast to help. The two vanished
into the jet.
Beast followed Logan into the Blackbird.
"Oh�my" Hank, more known as Beast, muttered in shock
as he saw the large eyes of
Sabretooth, the fear in them, the condition of him,
the blood that was slowly staining and soaking
his legs. Hank followed the blood trail, the most part
of it stopped� or more apt, started at the
man's thighs and crotch, the rest trailed down his
chest and back, as well as a deep gash
to his head.
Wolverine stood back watching the blue furred mutant.
"Logan, what did you do to him?" Beast asked stunned
as he stared into the two black eyes of a
frightened, not man, but animal.
"I didn't do shit, I found him like that." Wolverine
Beast paused. "What did you all happen to get into?"
"Laughing gas, all over the whole place." Wolverine
"Nothing beats a happy slave." Hank sadly commented.
Medical Laboratories ER and adjoining OR.
Hank McCoy also known as Beast had his hands full
trying to stabilize the man more known for
his psychotic rampages and snarling disposition,
rather then the ductileness Sabretooth was
displaying now. As Hank prepared the surgery table he
heard the rest of the X-Men depart down
the hall for their next mission. Hank was half way
through sewing the huge gaps of skin
together on Creed's body when he heard Jean in the
next room prepping some more patients, she
herself would have to work on. Hank sighed as he
finished with a count of three hundred and two
stitches. Hank had yet to bandage and hook Sabretooth
up with more blood and IV's. Upon
completing his task of stabilizing Sabretooth enough
to have him in the intensive care, Hank
knew it would be weeks before any results would be
visible. If Sabretooth were to survive, Hank
worried what his mental state would become, and how
much the mansion could take of claws
ripping apart various walls. Well, that is, once
Sabretooth's healing factor kicked in, Hank figured
it should take roughly a day. How wrong he was.
Jean and Hank both had Sabretooth hooked up to various
machines. Creed was breathing on his
own, however he didn't seem to be getting enough
oxygen. They had him hooked with plastic
tubes in his nose to force Oxygen into his lungs. The
fifth unit of blood dripped into the man, as
did various IV's filled with anti-toxins and
antibiotics. A heart monitor beeped steadily as Creed
often jumped from one number to the next, falling into
cardiac arrest once already. A brain
monitor hooked up to Creed to, more for the soul
reason to calm Jean down for she could not get
a good reading on Creed. Sabretooth indeed had become
very weak and fragile. Broken bones,
fractured ribs, pulled muscles, dislocated shoulder
and hip, blisters and hemorrhoids. Hank
decided to look on the bright side, at least Creed had
slipped into a coma and not been aware of
the surgeries that Hank performed, and what still had
to be done.
After a month, Creed came out of his coma, weeks after
that he finally became stable enough to
be bathed in the bathtub, however Hank worried as to
the reason Sabretooth's healing factor
never kicked in or when it would, that is, if it
Hank helped Creed sit up in the bathtub. Water
splashed down on the blond man from the
showerhead above. But Creed never acknowledged his
wetness. With a pair of scissors in one
hand, Hank proceeded to cut the matts out of Creed's
hair. With the temptation of shaving Creed's
head, Hank managed to cut the knots out, and style the
blond hair somewhat. Creed's front bangs
dipped down to the bottom of his jaw, while the back
was shaved and trimmed below the base of
his skull, exposing the neck. The blond hair was
angled from mid bang up to the shorter hair in the
back, then back down mid-bang. McCoy also managed to
shave Creed�s beard off along with the
muttonchops. It wasn't easy for Hank to relive Creed's
flesh of the filth, but he managed. All the
sponge baths, Hank had to give Creed seemed to give
very little light as to Creed's full damage.
But now with the filth gone and running towards the
drain, Hank was able to see that the
infections had spread and started to once again feed
on the healthy flesh around several wounds.
That meant another trip to the table to remove that
infected skin. The good news for Hank was
that most of the other minor wounds looked much better
than when the man first came in. Hank
smiled to himself as Creed wiggled his toes, splashing
the water slightly. Creed seemed to be
somewhat fascinated with the water and his pale skin.
But Creed didn't move anything other than
"Alright Creed, stand up." Hank said.
"Come on Creed, stand up." Hank repeated.
Creed didn't move.
"Kneel?" Hank asked as he ran a cloth down Creed's
Slowly Creed started to shift, and with Hank's help,
he kneeled in the bathtub gripping the wet
Hank proceeded to finish washing his patient. Creed
started to whimper and shivered as the cloth
ran lower on his body.
Hank didn't say a word as he ran the rag over the
castration marks. Finally the task was done.
"Get up." Hank said tiredly.
Once again, Creed didn't move. Rolling his eyes Beast
stood up and lifted the now 197 pound cat
out of the bathtub, a very difficult task to start
with and it became more difficult as Creed started
Once again Creed was back on the operating table. Hank
along with Jean, worked on Creed.
After removing more infected skin, Hank stitched the
open wounds up, bandages where placed
over them to keep Creed from scratching. Each of
Creed's fingers, but his left hands thumb and
his right hands thumb and pinkie, were bandaged up.
His nail like claws had been pulled out. Jean
found the K9's on his bottom jaw had been pulled out
"Hank," Jean started.
"I know, I know." McCoy muttered, he didn't need to be
telepathic to know the other doctor�s
question or thoughts, he thought them when he first
washed Creed down enough to see what was
wrong. They put a hospital-type blind up in the center
of the infirmary, hiding Creed from anyone
who had to be admitted
Xavier sat in his leather chair behind his big red
wood desk. Ever since Creed's untimely
admittance to the lower level of the school, Hank had
noticed that Xavier had been tense and
frustrated. Storm, Scott, and Logan stood around along
with Hank in the spacious office.
"How is the patients?" Storm asked Hank.
"Sabretooth seems to be the most distraught one. Other
than that, very well" Hank replied.
"How is he fairing?" Xavier asked he seemed deeply
troubled. His furrowed brow, his fingers
making a steeple, the gathered worried along with
"He is..." Hank paused looking at Logan waiting for an
Logan just raised his brow, also curious.
"He is showing slight signs of improvement. "Hank
"What about the others?" Scott inquired.
"Very minimal. Mostly shaken from the Sentinels
capturing them. And a few admitting to
nightmares and fears from the conditions of the
labors, but other than that only a few bumps and
bruises. Nothing to Creed�s extreme." Hank sighed.
"How bad is Creed?" Logan asked.
Hank paused. "Worse than I think even you could
imagine, Logan." Hank admitted.
A brief pause came over the room. Xavier, Storm, and
Scott started to talk about the patients,
Hank watched as Logan walked out, then he too joined
Beast sat at a computer terminal going over
Genoshian's prison files. Nothing had been written up
as to the conditions of mutant prisoners, but there
was also no mention of Sabretooth or Creed.
Going on prison description of individuals, McCoy
found that Sabretooth had been named Kitty,
as well as a political prisoner for two years and
Henry McCoy read halfway into Kitty's file when he
heard the whimpering from the far corner. It
was a soft low pitch rumble mixed with a higher
pitched whine, thrashing soon followed. Hank
stood up and proceeded to the darken corner of the
infirmary. Hank peered around to see
Sabretooth thrashing around trying to get himself free
from the bindings. Hank walked into
Creed's vision line.
"Hello there, Sabretooth. Or should I say Kitty?" Hank
joked but frowned when his patient didn't
respond. Big, black eyes stared into Hank�s brown.
"Don't like being tied up do you, Creed?" Hank asked
walking to the foot of the bed Sabretooth
was strapped to. There was no response again. Hank
untied the restraints to Creed's feet, then
leaned over to undo a hand restraint when a foot
connected weakly into his lower abdomen.
Hank backed up.
"That doesn't do much other than tickle." He said
Hank walked back to his desk in the glass office and
continued to read the Genoshian files on
Kitty. He ignored the whimpering and occasional
thrashing from behind the far blind. Hank
looked up as the infirmary�s doors opened and Dr. Jean
Grey started towards her shared office.
Jean strolled in to the infirmary, her long red hair
flowed elegantly behind her. Opening the glass
door, she entered the office area she shared with
Henry McCoy MD. The two desks faced each
other in the glass office that sat in the side wall of
"Hank." Jean smiled acknowledging her colleague.
"Jean." Hank smiled back.
"How is our prize patient today?" Jean asked walking
behind her desk, opening a top drawer she
pulled out a hair tie.
"He is awake and moving." Hank replied.
"Moving? That�s an improvement. Has he recognized
anything yet?" Jean said with arms over her
head, wrapping a small elastic around her hair.
"Not that I am aware of, he tried to kick me, but it
was probably just a response to someone close
to him.� Hank replied setting down the beige folder,
closing it. "I suggest you read over his file
Dr. Grey, it is disturbing but provides some clues to
his current state of mind."
"Brief me please, Henry." Jean smiled shuffling papers
around on her desk.
"They didn't have a name for him until months after he
became a captive. They finally called him
Kitty, after pulling his bottom fangs out, no reason
stated for the dentistry. He had a female cell
mate that Kitty had been accused of raping and
killing, the report used that as an excuse for
removing all claws they could." Hank paused. "Shall I
"No, thank you Hank. His name is Kitty." Jean nodded
her face a little paler than when she came
Hank nodded as he watched the red head stroll back out
of the office space and over to the
intensive care unit.
Jean noticed Creed didn't creep back as she approached
the bedside. She smiled, reaching out
touching the weak man's shoulder gently.
"Hello there. Do you recognize me?" Jean said rubbing
the man�s shoulder tenderly.
Creed shook his head �no� slowly.
"Alright, that�s ok, I am Jean Grey, a doctor." She
said soothingly. "No one is going to hurt you
anymore. I promise, you are safe and in good hands."
Jean watched as Creed moved his head away not fully
Jean didn't let her smile falter or her hand lose its
gentleness as she let her mind skim over her
"I don't expect you to trust anyone for a while." She
paused as she caught a sudden thought from
"Don't worry, you won�t ever have to go back to that
place again. You�re faraway from Genosha
now; you�re in the United States, New York. No one
from there will ever hurt you again. I
promise. Do you mind if I ask you some questions?"
Jean asked, her eyes tender and concerned.
Creed nodded yes slowly.
Pulling a chair from the wall beside Creed's bed she
"What's your name?" Jean asked.
"Would you like to be called Kitty?" Jean asked warily
as she recalled the reports.
Creed slowly nodded his head yes.
"Alright Kitty, do you talk?"
Kitty shook his head no.
"Are you a mutant?"
Kitty nodded yes.
Jean smiled "Great." she pleasantly said.
"Now, think on this one please. Do you wish to live?"
Jean asked slowly looking into the
frightened black eyes.
Kitty nodded his head slowly. His instincts screaming
at him to live, even though most of him felt
like he had died already.
"Alright, then I shall make sure you get everything
you require and inform the staff to keep you
on the best of care available. I will be back shortly
to take a look at your wounds." With that Jean
rose, put the chair back and strolled around the blind
out of Kitty's site.
The robins sang as they greeted the early dawn. Fresh
buds on the bare tree branches, bushes and
hedges added the smell of spring to the air. The air
still had a slight nip lingering from the winter
months, a light coat was all that the spring days
required outside. Xavier rolled down the stone
garden path, the multi-millionaire, founder of a
school and institution, idealist, dreamer and
founder of the X-Men. Charles Frances Xavier took in
the new spring day dawning. All his
troubles, worries, hopes, and fears vanished from his
always working mind, this moment was his.
One selfish moment to take in the sun rise from the
garden not yet with flowers or bees, just the
birth of mother nature from her cold winter nap.
Yes, no matter what goes on, or how much things seem
to change it ends up time and again, that
everything returns to a familiar normal, whether it be
natures cycle, schooling, migrating birds,
even politics, they all float back to familiar
Logan stretched out on a low laying tree branch. His
arms propped against the bark pillowing his
head. One bare foot dangled down limply as the other
stretched along the branch. The scent of
Xavier floated into the wild man�s nose. Between the
tree branches with only small buds, the pink
dawn sky provided the nicest backdrop to the songs of
the robins that flew against it. Logan
looked down at Charles rolling below also looking at
the spring sunrise.
"Nothing like the first sunrise of the season is
there, Chuck?" Logan grunted looking back to the
horizon where the sun would soon be dancing over.
"No, there isn't, Logan. And a good morning to you."
Charles Xavier greeted.
"Morning." Logan grunted.
The two stayed in silence till the pink turned to
purple then faded into blue as the sun made its
appearance creeping over the horizon. Once the
breathtaking moment was over and the yellow
ball of fire met the tree line. Charles turned to
Logan. "In case you are curious, Sabretooth's
health is improving very slowly."
Logan looked down at the man in the wheelchair. "Yeah,
Jeannie said that, but he doesn't know
who anyone is."
"He doesn't even remember his own name, Logan. I was
hoping you would spend some time with
him." Charles said tilting his chair's joystick
"You crazy?" Logan grumbled.
"No Logan, just hopeful." Charles called back.
Logan watched the back of the chair till it turned
around a well-trimmed hedge.
"Babysit Creed?" Logan snorted, taking a cigar out
from his shirt breast pocket, lighting it, he
grunted in disgust.
Logan found himself in the infirmary later that day.
Looking around he wondered what ever
possessed him to come down here, then he remembered as
soon as Jean strolled out of her office
wearing a tight, short, purple dress that clung to her
shapely form, her long white lab coat flowing
"Logan! I didn't expect you to come down here." Jean
said genuinely surprised.
"Didn't plan on it Jeannie." Logan grunted looking
around at the few patents still sleeping and
hooked up to various pieces of medical equipment.
"Well since you are down here, would you mind seeing
the prize patient?" Jean with her thick
moist red lip drawn up in a smile asked.
Logan shrugged, right, the second reason he had
wandered down, curiosity.
"Why not?" Logan grunted as he followed Jean and her
wiggling ass to the far corner of the
infirmary and then behind a dark blind.
Two huge black eyes full of fear greeted Logan once he
crossed behind the blind. Logan looked at
Creed laying on his back with IV's and monitors hooked
up to him.
Logan growled. "He ain't healin'."
"No, he won�t for sometime yet. I have not yet
isolated the problem as to why though." Jean
sighed rubbing the frightened creature's hair as he
stared at Logan.
Logan stood there silently looking over Creed who had
a dark blanket up to his mid chest. Logan
ignored the stare and studied the bandages wrapped
around Creed's fore arms, chest, and around
his head, blood seeping through the gauze by the left
temple. Blond locks that looked hilarious in
the new hairstyle were still stained slightly red.
'Add glasses and he�ll look like one of the geekiest
body builders.' Logan chuckled to himself, then
realized Sabretooth was probably naked under the
Logan watched as Jean caressed Creed�s hand and
"Kitty has made a lot of progress Logan, it�s only
been a few months, large improvements won�t
be obvious for months still."
Logan blinked trying to register what Jean just said.
"His name is Creed." Logan muttered as he watched
Creed turn his head to look at Jean, then
back to staring at Logan.
A low gruff "mew" came from his Kitty's mouth.
Logan and Jean both looked at him funny.
"He talked." Jean said stunned.
Logan guessed she didn't expect him to talk for a long
"His name is kitty..." Logan mused watching Creed rrr
Kitty shift slightly.
"Logan, would you excuse us? I need to change Kitty's
bandages." Jean pleasantly requested.
"Huh? Yeah, sure." Logan grunted leaving the two, it
didn't sit well with him leaving her alone
"You recognize him ? No? It�s alright, he won�t hurt
you." Logan heard Jean softly coo to Creed.
Maybe Logan didn't have anything to worry about,
maybe, but he still didn't like it. Logan left the
Logan was sitting in the kitchen along with Scott as
they ate cold roast beef sandwiches in silence.
It wasn't an awkward silence, the two hardly ever said
more than three words to each other out
side of missions.
Between bites Scott muttered. "Why haven't you killed
the psycho down stairs yet?"
Raising his brows Logan looked at Scott with his
mouth stuck between chews, forcing himself to
swallow Logan managed to reply. "Chuck promised to
send me to Genosha if I tried anything like
Scott Summers chuckled at that.
Logan studied Scott. "Why ya wanna know? Jeannie
spending more time with him than you?"
"She won�t shut up about him. Kitty did this, Kitty
did that, Kitty stood up. It sickens me, so what
if he doesn�t know where the hell he is. She treats
him like an infant!" Scott snapped annoyed.
Logan stood up with the sudden loss of appetite,
putting his sandwich down he walked to the
kitchen door that lead out side. The calm afternoon
sky on the other side of the door didn�t help
suppress any memories.
"This could be his second chance." Logan grumbled
feeling eyes on his back followed by harsh
barks of laughter from Scott. Narrowing his eyes,
Logan turned around and stalked up to the all
"Ya think its funny not knowing!?" Logan growled
holding back his claws but squeezing his
fingers into a fist.
Scott paused in his laughter. "Only when he deserves
it." He replied.
Logan growled and swung his fist at Scott. Scott went
down hard, crashing against the cold
kitchen tile flooring.
"I hope that hurts when ya come to." Logan snarled as
he slammed open the screen door, heading
Something kept nagging at the back of Logan's mind, he
just couldn't figure out what it was
exactly. Walking out the screen door, Logan headed for
a bar to think.
Hanging a flyer on a bright orange paper, bold black
letters seemed to jump off the page
screaming the words.
There were only four flyers that hung in different
bars that Sabretooth used to frequent. Walking
out of the last dive Creed went to, Logan headed for
one of his own watering holes. Logan
walked into a seedy place, mind you it was much
cleaner than any of Creed�s hangouts. Blue
smoke hung thick in the air clinging to everything
like a second skin. A few men were playing
pool, a few people sat in various seats drinking and
smoking, and some girls danced as the radio
played some heavy metal tunes. Logan took a seat at
the bar, his cowboy hat tipped down
"Regular?" The bartender asked his familiar customer.
Logan grunted "Yup" as he placed some cash on the
counter, enough for twenty-two drinks.
The barkeeper scooped up the money and placed the
first of many drinks in front of his customer.
Logan pulled out a chew root from his cow-skin jacket,
slicing the end off, he then lit the stodgy,
the flame redden as he inhaled. Pulling an empty
ashtray towards himself, Logan set down his
cigar then took a swing of the booze. Logan stayed in
the bar all night letting his senses drown in
the alcohol and thick smoke, unfortunately his
thoughts didn't drown as fast as his senses.
Far away cross New York City, two people stood by a
phone, one holding the receiver to her ear.
"Any answer?" A medium built man with a British
accent, in a shiny black trench coat with dark
jeans cladding well formed legs that looked as if they
could jump over the Sears tower, asked.
"None. Busy" A soft lulling voice sneered from juicy
"Damn. 'Ow are we gonna know if it�s Sabertoof or
not?" The man asked tugging at one of the
tuffs of dark green hair sticking out from under his
"If I knew Toad. I wouldn't be calling, now would I?"
She snapped, hanging up the receiver and
retrieving the coin.
"Call again." Toad encouraged.
"One more and that�s it." The female with blood red
hair said, her long white dress glistened
under the street light.
Storm, also known as Ororo Munroe, and Logan sat at
the kitchen table, she drinking her herbal
tea, and he with a bottle of beer, the two lightly
"I am surprised at how calm you are about Sabretooth
being in the building." Ororo commented.
"Ya well it ain�t like he's worth my time laid up, and
out of it. I seen dying dogs with clearer
minds than him." Logan grunted.
"Not worth your time? Why�s that?" Ororo inquired as
she set her cup down.
"He ain�t got no healin' factor, darlin'. All them
years fighting each other with a healin' factor gave
a certain degree to each battle. We coulda killed each
other 100 times over and then some,
without it." Logan said taking a drink of his beer
trying to believe what he just said.
"If it were anyone else, would you still feel the
same?" Ororo asked curiously as she brushed a
lock of white hair from in front of her face.
"Dunno, first time I ever heard o' mutations turning
off on their own." Logan grunted as he set the
brown bottle on the table.
"When Sabretooth regains his mind, will you be
fighting then?" Ororo asked once more picking
up her teacup.
"Maybe." Logan grunted.
"What about when he's better?"
"Darlin', when he's all better I gonna be kicking his
ass out the door." Logan boasted as Scott
walked into the kitchen.
"Who's ass?" Scott inquired walking towards the
coffee-pot beside the phone.
"Creed�s." Logan replied.
"Good evening Scott." Ororo greeted.
"It'll be good when the phone stops ringing." Scott
grumbled pouring his coffee into a mug.
"It's only been a couple of weeks." Ororo attempted
"Two weeks and I only ripped three phones off the
wall, It'll be four come Wednesday." Scott's
dark humor resorted back with uncommon bitterness.
"Didn't know ya had it in ya, Scooter." Logan grinned,
as he caught a glimpse of Scott's healing
"Unfortunately no one has asked for a blond tabby with
shaggy hair, black eyes, and 7 foot
something height." Scott said taking a drink of the
"I never knew Toothy was such a popular name." Ororo
commented getting up from her chair.
Logan snorted. "Toothy? How many damn people called
their cats �Toothy�. Call a cat Fluffy, not
Toothy." Logan reasoned as the phone rang.
"You know. I really hate that thing." Scott growled as
it rang again.
Storm giggled as she slipped her cup into the
dishwasher then departed the kitchen.
Logan laughed as Cyclops whirled around grabbing the
cradle with both hands, obviously wanting
nothing more than to rip it off the wall again.
"Just answer the damn thing!" Logan snarled.
Scott took a deep breath and answered the fucking
phone one more time.
"Hello?" Scott said into the speaker of the phone
calmly but annoyed.
"A blond tabby with dark eyes, black paws and chest?"
Scott paused looking at Logan.
Logan raised his eyebrows and whispered. "Weight,
"About how much would Toothy weigh?" Scott asked
hoping this was the call.
"18 kilograms, no sorry. You too. Bye." Scott
disappointedly hung up the phone.
"It was close." Logan said.
"Ya right." Scott growled as the phone rang again.
Scott picked it up again.
"Hello? A grey and black Persian? No there is no cat
here. Stop calling!" Scott yelled slamming
down the phone onto the cradle.
"That was uncalled fo..."
"SHUT UP!" Scott snapped storming out of the kitchen.
Logan's roars of laughter followed Scott as he stalked
down the hallways.
Scott Summers waited in his bed alone, naked under the
white covers he saw as red threw his
ruby red quartz visor. The light beside him was turned
on as he skimmed the pages of a book he
wasn�t actually reading. At 11:30 p.m. He finally gave
up, putting the book down, turning off the
lamp, he tried to sleep. The clock turned 1:00 am when
the bedroom door opened. Jean finally
walked into her shared bedroom. Tip toeing, she
silently undressed in the dark, brushed her teeth,
then slipped under the covers careful not to disturb
"You�re late" Scott Summers coldly informed his wife
as he turned on the lamp beside him.
Jean sat up in bed. "I know I am, sorry, Scott."
"Jean." Scott started as he sat up looking at her. "I
want you to stop babying that psycho path."
"Scott!" Jean gasped. "Since when did you become
selfish? I will not stop �babying� him, as you
put it. He needs medical help Scott, as an X-Man, I
thought you would know that. We help
others, not leave them to die."
"Look Jean. He won�t die. He has a healing factor, or
don't you remember that?" Scott snapped.
"He doesn't Scott. All his mutant abilities have been
suppressed completely by the prolong use of
the inhibitor collar. I will not turn my back on a
patient just because you want me to!" Jean
snapped getting out of bed.
"Jean get back in bed." Scott ordered.
"No." She angrily said slamming the bedroom door on
her way out.
Scott lay back down in bed. "Damn" he muttered to the
Logan noticed Scott and Jean had stopped sleeping in
the same room, he thought nothing of it till
the third night. Deciding to make his move on Jean, he
wandered down to the infirmary where he
knew Jean had been spending a lot of time with Kitty.
Logan chuckled at calling Creed that.
Shadow Cat had been upset when she over heard the
teachers talking about a Kitty other than her.
Everyone reassured Shadow Cat that it wasn't
permanent, she could live with it. None of the kids
knew they had an enemy below their school and Xavier
would keep it that way, Logan knew the
Jean sat on the edge of her desk inside the glass
office, in her hands she appeared to be reading
contents in a folder. Hank sat behind his desk,
talking to her. Logan approached the door and
knocked. Hank was the one to wave Logan in.
Opening the glass door the chilly air from the AC unit
sent a pleasant shiver up Logan's spine.
"Hello Logan, have you decided to come and make us an
offer we couldn't refuse?" McCoy
"Um, eh?" Logan said confused.
"Just ignore him Logan, Hank is just upset that Scott
tried to get the two of us out so he could
kill Kitty." Jean muttered not looking up from the
"It�s always the one you least expect." Hank muttered
as Jean put her finger in the folder.
"Here we go Hank." Jean started reading from the file.
"Sterilization is now being administrated
to those mutants in all Genoshian Republic prisons.
The males having vasectomies.."
"Vasectomies?" Logan asked interrupting Jean's speech.
Jean and Hank both looked at Logan.
"Yes Logan," Hank started "Vasectomy is male
sterilization by the surgical interruption of the vas
deferens, the two sperm-transporting tubes that lead
from the male testes to the ejaculatory duct.
This procedure prevents sperm cells from reaching the
semen storage structures, called seminal
vesicles, where glandular secretions form semen. As a
result, the semen becomes sterile and is
unable to cause pregnancy. Because vasectomy does not
affect hormone or semen production,
sexual activity of the male is not hampered."
"Almost 500,000 vasectomies are performed annually in
the United States. It is usually performed
under local anaesthesia in a physician's office. In
the past, a small incision requiring sutures was
necessary, but a new no-scalpel vasectomy is becoming
the standard procedure. In this technique
each vas deferens is secured just beneath the skin. A
sharp-tipped instrument pierces the skin and
stretches it to a small opening from which the vas
deferens is then lifted out and cut. The ends of
the vas deferens are blocked either by legation or
cautery. The tiny skin opening does not require
a suture and this produces bleeding, bruising,
hematoma, and infection. After a vasectomy, the
male is not sterile until sperm that has already been
stored in the seminal vesicles is flushed from
the system. This generally takes about 15
ejaculations. Reversal of vasectomy may be possible by
micro-surgery, although not all men regain fertility.
Changes in the vas deferens system, the length
of the vas deferens removed, and the time since
vasectomy influence success."
Logan stood there with his mouth a gap. Not grasping a
single concept of whatever Hank just
Jean shook her head as she continued to read from her
folder, picking up where she left off. "The
females, rather than nursing hysterectomy patients,
are having typical tube-ties. The results have
been far more successive on the females, due to it
being effective immediately. The males on the
other hand, are no longer allowed to be out of prison
unless the vasectomies are successful.
Thoughts of moving this operation to the workers and
political prisoners has not been overlooked
and is still in the process of assessment." Jean
Hank nodded. "That would explain their lack of
hesitation to experimentation Sabretooth."
Logan cleared his throat. "Experiment?"
Jean and Hank turned to Logan as if they forgot that
he was still there.
"I am afraid he will have to tell you Logan." Jean
Logan grunted walking out of the office space. If Jean
was looking up ways to neuter, He really
didn't want to be around her, let alone try hitting on
her. Logan decided to let Scooter keep her,
just to see if she neuters him. Not passing the
opportunity up, Logan sneaked a peek behind the
Huge, frightened, black eyes looked at Logan.
"Boo." Logan smirked walking to the foot of the
Black eyes blinked then a slow wary smile crept onto
the chapped lips.
"Remember me?" Logan chuckled as Creed started to
wiggle his toes.
Creed shook his head yes.
"What�s my name Creed? I mean, Kitty?"
"Logan." Kitty replied in a weak low whisper that
Logan had to actually strain to hear.
Logan moved to the side of the bed purposely ignoring
the chair. He bent over and snarled near
"Ya remember what I done ta ya?" Kitty didn't reply,
just stared back with that frightened
Logan stood up and stared to leave.
"Logan�" Kitty muttered.
"What?" Logan grunted.
"Ya been gone two and a half years, Sabretooth." Logan
"Don't call me that, dun like it." Kitty grumbled
Logan shrugged and walked away. Jean and Hank didn't
even look up from their paper work as
Logan started to find himself more often than not in
the infirmary, talking to Jean or Hank, and
when no one else was around, Kitty. One way
conversation with head nods, shakes, and blinks for
answers. Sometimes Kitty talked. Logan grumbled to
himself as he stood by Kitty's bedside,
looking over the pitiful looking man.
"Kitty?" Logan grunted seeing if he was awake. 'There
I go now, calling him Kitty, something
must be wrong with me, I call Creed, Kitty, and been
spending time with him. Maybe it�s just my
way of being there, I been in his shoes before, not
knowing, not understanding, but it took 15
years before I even found this place, 15 years..., So
I hated Creed, yeah sue me, we hated each
other, but I still wouldn't wish that 15 year gap in
life on anyone..., but Omega Red, that steel
octopus can have 15 years of his brain extracted, that
is.... if you can find his brain!' Logan snarled
at himself unaware of anyone else near him.
Someone behind Logan cleared his throat.
"You will have to wait till he is healed before I will
allow you to continued your private feud."
Logan turned trying to cover up his surprise.
Hank stood just inside the blind.
"He still isn't healing." Logan grunted waving a hand
"What an observation, Logan. Becoming a doctor now?"
Hank sarcastically replied.
"No, that�s your department. I�m just waiting till he
can stand up on his own two feet." Logan
"You have a while to wait still, Logan." Hank replied
Turning on his heel, Logan then stalked out of the
infirmary. The large steel door to the infirmary
opened, then closed behind him.
Darkness, total deep darkness, no scents, can't smell.
No sounds, throbbing pain. Can't see, what
I can is extremely blurred, distorted. Hands, cold
hands, lots of them caressing me. All over, my
chest, my back... lower. I moan. Cold hard steel crash
against my skull. I curse. Hands continue
to tug at me, someone slips a finger up my ass,
disgusted...I moan again, it felt good once, it was
followed by two more. Cold steel strikes my head
again. I curse. I go to swipe at one, chain
holding my arms in place. I curse. Lips, kissing me.
My throat, someone nipping at my
shoulders. Tongues running along my erect penis. Oh
god it felt good. Warm� wet. I moan.
Steel bashes against my leg. I curse. Steel crashes
against my back, then again my sides, I feel
my ribs give way. Not puncturing a lung, thankfully.
Hands, grabbing me. Someone unchaining
my arms, they had been chained over my head. Too numb,
coldness. Hands start
striking me, touching me, caressing me. I am forced to
kneel, no... no� anything� no......
Hank and everyone else in the lower levels of the
mansion jumped when they heard the scream. It
was a mix of a howl and a cry filled with pain, hatred
Creed had bolted sitting right up on the cold bed. The
sheet falling to his lap. His eyes wide and
confused, the bright lights blinding him. His heart
thumping erratically in his chest. Few deadly
claws gripped the side of the bed. The screaming
stopped but the growling continued. Drops of
perspiration slipped down his brow.
Hank slowly approached Creed. While the other patients
had too peeled themselves off the
The hair on Beast�s neck and back remained on end.
Hands.. warm.. furry.. real.. no smells.
Hank held his breath. "Creed." Blank eyes stared wide
into space. Hank slowly put a hand on the
"Kitty." Hank repeated.
Logan burst into the infirmary followed by Scott and
"What�s going on?" Wolverine growled popping all six
of his claws.
Hank ignored them all.
"Creed, can you hear me?" Henry McCoy said softly to
Creed didn't move. Hank put a hand on his chest and
slowly pushed him down. Creed obeyed
lying back down, Hank pulled the blanket back over
Kitty's bare chest.
Cyclops paused. "What happened Hank?"
"I don't know. " Hank admitted as he checked Kitty�s
pulse. Everything was leveling out.
Wolverine slowly approached Sabretooth. Wolverine
sniffed, smelling the disinfectant in the room
along with Creed.. His claws retracted.
Rogue opened her mouth but didn't say anything as
Wolverine's hand reached out and touched
Creed's. Wolverine blinked.
"Christ." He muttered turning away and walking out of
No one said anything. The others filed out.
Hank continued to check on Kitty, hours after the
sudden unexpected outburst, Creed didn't
move. His eyes closed but he didn't fall back asleep.
Just bit on his bottom lip sometimes and dug
his claws, what he had left of them, into the metal
bed. Hank had added morphine to the IV, it
didn't seem to help. Kitty stayed in the tense state
of near shock for three days before he opened
his eyes and blinked actually looking and focusing on
Hank was leaning over Creed re-bandaging the abrasions
on the side of his head.
"Well good morning, or more apt, good evening." Hank
greeted warmly as he finished up.
Kitty grunted but didn�t reply.
Hank moved back. "You gave us all quite a scare."
Kitty gave Beast an odd look not grasping the meaning.
Hank continued. "You woke up screaming, then went
into a state of shock. You haven�t
moved or reacted to anything for three days now. Logan
was at your bed side for half a
Kitty's eyes followed Hank�s movement.
"Lo'an?... I ...alive." Kitty said working his jaw,
his voice low and dry.
"How unfortunate for us all." Beast muttered leaving
end part 3
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