Of Monsters and Men

author's note: Sorry this took so long, this idea has been in my head for months just rt has kept me very busy and a power outage wiped out most of it last time I tried this. The first draft may be short and sweet, I will edit as time allows. Enjoy and as always, reviews are welcomed and appreciated!

Summary: Sabretooth and his Girl are finally reunited. The Med-lab will never be the same, and neither will Logan.



Xavier's Institute for Higher Learning

Lower Levels, War Room

Scott was not making it quick. Creed wanted to kill him just to shut him up. He droned on and on about the success of the mission, the rescued mutants, intelligence they had gathered. blah...blah..blah. Creed was starting to eye the door almost hungrily. She was here and he wanted her, to see her, to know she was okay. To know why Beast felt it neccesary to say she was alive. How bad was this going to be? He sucked dried blood from his claws as his mind wandered.



Med-Lab

Hank McCoy was up to his elbows in patients now. He and the small staff had been working for quite some time to stabilize the rescued mutants. The others had been shown upstairs to rest before they would return to their homes or stay if they pleased. In the hustle and bustle, no one paid any attention to the sleeping patient behind curtain 5 at the end of the room. Hank had not noticed the time going by, and no one had noticed that the morphine drip had long ago stopped..

Logan walked past the war room and could hear Scott still talking. He frowned and continued to the Med-Lab. The Woman had not stopped asking for Creed the whole way back. She had cursed him and kicked him and spat in his face. She was full of fire and hated him, why that made her attractive he'd never quite understand. He wanted to get to her again before Creed did. Logan's mind was set, she would be better off with them at Xavier's, not with that fang toothed psychopath.

Hank stood at the sink, washing his hands when Logan came in. Hank did not look up.

"Just in time, you missed all the fun." Hank joked softly.

"How are the new arrivals Furball?" Logan asked.

"They are stable and resting. And isn't that a pot calling the kettle black?" Hank smirked as the water rinsed the suds from his blue skin and fur.

"What about the woman?" Logan looked down the row at the drawn curtain.

"ahh yes,..Mr. Creed's friend. She is stable and resting as well, and before you ask, no he has not been in here yet." Hank said as he reached for a towel to dry his hands.

Logan stood with his hands on his hips, "I knew that. Did she say anything?"

Hank looked at Logan and raised an eyebrow, "About what praytell? She was very frightened and angry and in pain."

Logan kept his eyes on the curtain, "About him."

Hank nodded, "I assume you mean our hirstute ally,..and yes she asked for him before the sedative took effect."

"Ally my ass. We can't trust him and you know it Hank. He's only in this as long as it suits him, then he'll be gone and back to his old tricks. My main concern is that he doesn't take her with him again." Logan said, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Logan, we can't keep her here against her will, especially since Sabretooth would know we had her. If he wanted her back he'd tear the place apart to get to her. You know that as well as I do." Hank said setting the towel down finally and tilting his head to one side quizzically.

"She'd be better off here is all I'm saying. Hank, he's got her brainwashed into thinking she loves him." Logan snarled, disgust ringing in his voice.

"That would be her choice Logan. And is it so unthinkable that someone might actually care for Sabretooth? Even Mystique will admit after a long night of alcohol that he had a certain charm despite his animalistic nature." Hank said and paused. "Much like you Logan."

Logan clenched his jaw and cut his eyes at Hank, "He is nothing like me. And yes, it is not something I can wrap my head around, he's never loved anyone or anything in his life except blood, death and causing it, so how could anyone care about him?"

Hank raised a hand, "He's loved one other thing that I know of,..hunting you. That much hatred has to be inspired by the sort of idyllic passion that only a feeling creature possesses. Perhaps they are kindred spirits. It's not unthinkable Logan, you just don't want to think about it."

As the pair spoke, Magdelena stirred in her sleep. Opening her eyes to the dimly lit corner of the lab, she closed her mouth tightly and made not a sound as she sat up. She ached all over and could hear the voices. The more she listened, the more angry she became. The softer voiced man was the one with the fur, she vaguely remembered his accent. The harsher voice belonged to the Runt.

Logan frowned and turned away pacing back towards the bed, "We can't let him take her Hank. She's stayin' here and the sooner we can relocate her the better."

Hank's eyes widened and he shook his head moving to follow Logan, "Leave her be. We cannot keep her here against her will. If we do and he wants her back, you know as well as I do that he will tear this place apart along with everyone in it to get what he wants. Whatever your reasons Logan, forget them."

"My reasons?" Logan turns to face Hank, looking up at his face, he growls, "That fuckin' Psycho has ruined my life over and over and over again and he never once gave me a damn reason."

Hank took a small step back and looked down at Logan, realization dawning on him. "Oh my stars.."

Behind the curtain, Magdelena had heard enough. Groggy, Angry, Aching..and wanting nothing more than to get the hell out of here, she'd risen to a crouch on the bed, listening as they got closer, her eyes went to the inhibitor cuffs on the side table.

"You want her for yourself don't you?" Hank hissed in shock.

Magdelena sent the cuffs clattering to the floor. Logan half spun to see where the noise had come from. Magdelena burst from behind the curtain! IV tubes popped from her arms with the sound of tape ripping, the curtain jingled as it hung and then was pulled down from the ceiling. Magdelena was on Wolverine like a furious wild cat, no words, only animalistic growls and howls as she threw wild heavy punches and locked her legs around his stomach. Wolverine bucked and tried to fling her off. Hank stood shell shocked for a moment, just watching the chaos.

War Room..

Scott finally wrapped up and Creed was one of the first out the door. He smelled Wolverine in the hallway and hurried his steps toward the Med-lab.

Med-Lab..

Hank finally snapped out of it and lunged toward them. Wolverine was twisting, trying to reach the fallen cuffs. They rolled and toppled the bed she'd been lying in, as well as a table. Charts and papers littered the floor.

"Oh you son of a bitch, I don't think so!" Magdelena growled and sent them sliding under the beds. "You ain't gonna keep me here! You ain't keepin' me away from Mister Creed!" Maggie's fury set off her Telekinesis and things flew in a whirlwind around them, the lights flickered, a bulb shattered.

Wolverine grunted and mostly just tried to block the blows. He knew he'd live and didn't really want to hurt her if he didn't have to. Her body was warm and heavy above him however, "You Crazy Broad, He's gonna kill you as soon as he gets tired of you.."

Hank leaned down from behind Magdelena and wrapped his arm around her middle, "That is quite enough young lady! Stop this instant!"

Magdelena threw her head back hard and smashed her skull right into Hank's nose and mouth. "Let go of me!"

IV tubes popped from her arms, spilling fluid and sending needles flying. Hank howled with the sudden surprising pain. Wolverine grunted as she thrashed above him, the scent of blood and the wild look in her eyes reminded him of someone and it was so sudden and unnerving he felt like he would be sick. He managed to finally grab her wrist to keep another punch from landing on his face.

It was that moment that Creed burst into the Med-Lab. He'd heard her voice from the hall, heard the sounds of fighting. The sight before him at the end of the beds was such that he didn't know if he should be angry or amused. Beast in his lab coat had Maggie around the middle trying in vain to pull her off of Wolverine, She was half naked and covered in bandages, her wounds leaking blood like Beast's nose, and she was straddling Wolverine like a mechanical bull, one hand latched to his shirt and the other in his grasp. Both Maggie and Logan were grunting and growling at each other.

Creed smiled and let the door shut with a loud thud.

The three struggling in the floor all turned their heads to look at him. Logan looked pissed, Beast looked mortified, Maggie looked delighted.

"Mister Creed!" Maggie called out and phased free of the two men, her ghostly frame drifted free of them and sailed toward Creed.

Hank toppled on top of Wolverine with a surprised "Oof!"

Logan grunted and winced, at once trying to roll Hank off of him so he could see.

Maggie grew solid as she reached him and wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in his shoulder, her bare feet hovering above the floor. Creed wrapped his arms around her and lowered his face to the top of her head, breathing in deep the smell of her hair. She reeked of other men, of sex and blood. It didn't take a genius to figure out what had happened to her smelling that.

"I shoulda took you with me, never shoulda left you home alone.." Creed whispered.

"You're here, you're really here, you'll take me with you now? Away from here,..and him?" Maggie whispered back.

Creed raised his eyes and looked at Logan, then clutched the back of Maggie's hospital gown and closed it, baring his teeth at Logan. "You bet I will." Creed said aloud.

"I love you Mister Creed." Maggie whispered against his neck and tilted her head up to kiss him.

Creed heard this and turned his head in time to catch her kiss on his lips.

Misguided angel, hangin' over me

heart like Gabriel pure and wild yes I agree

Soul like Lucipher black and cold like a piece of lead

Misguided angel love you till I'm dead..

Logan watched it, heard it and couldn't believe his eyes. He felt sick at his stomach. Sabretooth stood there in the blood spattered suit he'd seen so many times, his long hair matted in places with blood and mud, holding a beautiful woman, bruised battered, bloodied, bandaged, just as dirty as he and they were kissing like Lovers in a movie. This could not be happening....

"Ditto." Creed murmured back when he broke the kiss.

((stay tuned for the rest. RT calls again and I must answer. More to come!!))