#sabrekitten

Logan, Remy, and Victor were on a patrol together. Since the blonde started banging Beastie, he's become a faux X-Man. Still not a hero by any means, but he's slashing bad people instead of innocent ones. He still needs to be kept on a tight leash so he doesn't go too far. But to his credit, he hasn't killed anyone in damn near a month. Scott seemed to decide that was good enough to let him come on patrols. 

The night was quiet until it wasn't, some annoying asshole preaching insanity with a baby bonnet on. The heroes and Sabretooth were going to ignore it; cops can deal with run-of-the-mill crazies. But suddenly, he started shooting light from his fingers. Street lights and windows shattered, car alarms blared. Then the heros intervined. 

Logan and Remy avoided the flashes of light shooting out as the man spins aorund screaming, "Doesn't it take you back!?" 

Victor, cocky bastard, just ran straight at the man and got a flash right to his chest and just completely disappeared. Remy and Logan got the guy taken down before they ran over to see a pile of furlined spandex. But then there was something moving inside. 

Remy and Logan looked at each other and cautiously investigated. Gambit took his pole and lifted the neck hole of the suit, and saw two big glowing eyes within. Suddenly, a little blonde boy poked his head out and looked around, hands over his ears as car alarms rang out and police sirens closed in. 

"Is dat..." Gambit trailed off as the boy looked at them. 

"Holy shit," Wolveine stepped closer, and the kid-Victor jerked back and began to cry.

"Je suis où? Qui es-tu?"(Where am I? Who are you?) He screamed, cowering away from the men. 

Wolverine was not in the mood to deal with cops, so he just wrapped the kid up in the suit and tossed him over his shoulder. The boy screamed and cried, thrashing, hurting himself more than he was hurting Logan. 

"DAMN IT, VICTOR!" Logan snapped frimly setting the kid in the back seat of his car. 

The kid froze at his name and began to cry. Muttering in French. 

Logan let Gambit take over. The Cajan tried to explain that they were friends, but Victor kept shaking his head and crying.

The drive back was a long one, but Gambit got the kid to quit crying. Now he was just curled up, shaking and flinching every time Logan hit a bump. 

"Tu know anyt'ing 'bout teeny Sabes?" Remy asked glacing back at the kid from the passenger seat. 

"No." Logan huffed. "Far as 'm conserined the bastard just crawled outta hell one day."