Disclaimer: The series is Jenn's. The characters are Logan's. The move is from Obsidian Butterfly and I'd say more about that but then that'd give away everything. Just trust me. If you wanna do what Rogue does without breaking any bones, you enter down low and go all the way to your elbow. Then pull.
Rating: R for language and imagery
Summary: Victor Creed's last stand.
Timeline: Sometime after it's all [R/L] and [SJ/B]
Author's Note: With all the talk of Obsidian Butterfly and my darling Edward (Teddy Forester, my favorite little sociopathic bounty hunter!) I was inspired. Sabretooth's goin' down. A shout out to Nacey's Jubilee whom I adore, her shrine is right next to Terri's, and of course, always, Jenn. Tonight, Logan's going feral or I'm not gonna sleep. I think I just need to be drunk to write it, is all...
Thanks for the sandbox time. I'll try to work up my courage to read about Jean meditating, real soon.
Hmm... All dialogue fics. With multiple characters. Hmm...
by Sare Liz
No. *No.* This is the last fucking time. Ah'm sick of this shit. Jubes, be a dear and blast the hell out of him. You too, Remy. Yea. Perfect. Quick now, we gotta be quick. He's... Shit he's a big fucker. Blast him again. Get a knee this time, Remy.
He'll heal. I mean, he always heals, doesn't he? Isn't that what the professor said?
No he fucking wont. Come on, sugar. Y'all are gonna help me.
I...
Bobby, boy, Ah need your help, too. Find your balls and follow me.
I'm in.
Me too.
Remy's right behind you, chere.
I... Okay. What do I, um, I mean...
Freeze his head. Just his head. Maybe his neck too. Ah'll drop kick it later. Remy, John - get his shoulders. Jubes, Bobby - get his legs, just in case. He really ain't gonna like what Ah'm gonna do.
What are you...
Check out the claw, hoo-haa.
Chere, you gonna ruin your glove.
Oh, that's disgusting. Man, what are you doing? You gotta stop this shit. First the deer, now this?
Fuck, Rogue - what the hell are you doing?
Uh, Rogue... Why is your arm, um... Oh man, you're not gonna, I mean...
Ewwww.
Oh, dat's disgustin', chere.
Kinda like bio lab, don't you think? You know, without the formaldehyde.
Ah'd like to see him heal that.
There's, like, blood past your elbow.
It'll wash, sugar. Don't you worry none.
Uh, Rogey, baby, whacha gonna do with that there vital organ?
It's a present for Logan.
Okay, you two had a strange relationship before but it's just been upgraded.
Y'all up to carrying the body?
Isn't that what friends are for?
Remy know where de shovels are.
Are we really having this conversation?
Uh... I don't think, I mean Mr. Summers...
Exactly, Bobby. His enemy, his problem. Lets go give it to him so he can deal with it, what'chall say to that?
I'm so seconding that motion. Can't wait to see the look on his face.
Move. All in favor, aye.
Aye.
Aye.
Aye.
The End