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There was a whole big list of things Rogue absolutely could not handle. She hadn't anticipated Being Home would have been one of them, but, it was. All the other little things that went under that umbrella heading were, to be sure, daunting on their own, so added up it felt like she was going out of her skin with restlessness.

The only good thing was, she could get away from the immediate crush of it all by flying. The school was already getting pieced back together from the Sentinel attack, by those who hadn't been wounded in the fights that followed. She'd been one of the first ones awake, and though she knew she had her part to do- probably had to fix that damn dome right back up where it was supposed to go- she hadn't had it in her. She'd had to fly.

Touching down, the grounds seemed quiet. Walking into the mansion didn't change the feeling and she didn't like the sensation.

Place this big shouldn't be so still. Specially when there's a whole host o'folks I'd like to avoid. Wish I could put a bell on' em.

She headed downstairs. Maybe a shower and a nap would make things better. Or maybe pummeling something in the danger room. Or a swim. The options suddenly didn't seem so much different than they had on the island. But then again, she could go shopping, or get some coffee or, Lord above, watch some tv.

Didn't sound so bad.

"Careless."

She'd barely started to turn toward the voice, low and feral, before the claws came down. They shredded her jacket sleeve and some of the bodysuit underneath and across her ribs, but the impact, the power in his arm, that was what actually hurt. She barely got a sound out as she made a dent in the metal floor.

"Cruh- Creed?!" She gasped, pushing herself up. bad news. Bad. Her skin was as tough as his, but it didn't fix as quick once it did get busted, and if there were only a couple around with stamina enough to make a dent, he was one of them.

How the hell had the manacles come off?

"Any more questions?" he asked, lifting her by the back of the head and slamming her face first into the wall.

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Should have finished him off when I told Rogue I was going to.

Should have used the cover of the Sentinal attack to track him down. The others would have handled it. Didn't need me. No one would have noticed.

Just like no one noticed him getting loose.

But as soon as I get to the cell, I know what's happened, and I'm almost grateful.

Cutting his #@$%ing head off while he's chained up would probably raise a few eyebrows. Doing it while he's on the loose, that's just fine.

Rogue can take a couple of hits. Now let's see if he's so intent on using an indestructable girl as a wrecking ball that he doesn't notice me slipping up behind him.

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"Just one," she ground out as chips of concrete fell away from the wall, and her skin. She slammed her elbows into him, clasped her hands together and slammed them, fisted, into his face. She had to get space between them. He caught her around the waist with one hand and brought her around in a wide arc, up and down into the floor again, then switched hands so he gripped her by the throat with one, the collar of her jacket folded up to cover her skin, leaving his other free for- whatever came next.

"Yeah? Best ask it while you still got a tongue, girl."

"Y'ever get tired o'getting neutered by th'X-Men?" she forced out in a reed thin gasp, and rocketed her foot off the floor in his groin.

Which, she knew, would mostly just piss him off, but he'd have to recover, first. Unfortunately, at the same time it made him start to keel sideways, it also made him clench his fist.

"Nnggk-!" Invulnerable worked some ways better than others. He couldn't crush the bones in her throat but by God he could sure squeeze it closed.

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That's about enough of that.

I'm close enough now to leap. Close enough, too, that he can smell me, even fixated on Rogue as he is.

Just means he's turning as I make my move, roaring, claws slamming into his back but shallow, his move keeping them superficial.

His free hand knocks me back, to land a few feet back.

Guess I got his attention.

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Rogue became aware of the fact that the pressure was off of her. She coughed, rolling to her knees, getting her bearings. Sabretooth had turned and launched himself at Wolverine with the fury and fervor that usually marked their tete-a-tetes.

Gave her a moment to regroup, of course. Although no more than a moment.

"There you, are, runt!" She lifted her head. Claws were out. She doubted any alarms had been raised though.

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As soon as my feet have purchase again, I'm launching myself right back into his attack. No hesitation, no holding back.

Same as ever.

"I ain't been hiding, Creed," I snarl. "Maybe you've just been too busy fighting girls to come looking!"

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"You know how much I love leavin' a trail for you to follow, Logan," Sabretooth growled, claws flashing as he went for the visceral points, the places that healed slowest. Rogue plowed into the base of his spin, fists first, sending him a good twenty feet down the hallway, before coming up short, hovering.

"Talk talk talk, 's that all'y'all're good fer?"

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"Sabretooth's not good for anything," I tell her, shaking off the wounds, bracing myself for another charge.

This whole thing doesn't smell right, and he's the part that stinks most. I suppose there's people who'd tell me I have to maintain the timeline, but truth is, I don't care. He's going down.

"Leave him to me, Rogue. You don't need to be here for this."

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"You c'n do what ya want with him, but I'm'a stay right here t'make sure it gets done," she said, eyes on Sabretooth as he stood and turned. He was a lot bigger than she remembered. Uff.

"Don't you mind me one li'l bit."

"You smell like more of a corpse'n usual," Sabretooth hissed, voice ragged, and Rogue's hackles raised visibly.

"Shut yer mouth, Creed. Let us put your gloves back on ya 'n get ya back to your room, 'n the prof'll-"

"It's a cage," Sabretooth snarled, lunging forward, fangs bared, "'n the gloves are off!"

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I've been in a cage or two in my time. Compared to some of those, he's practically been staying in the Ritz.

Time for him to check out.

"Just the way I like it," I say, striking out, ducking under his attack. He's got weight on me, and his healing factor's faster... but I know a lot he doesn't, know.

Pity I didn't have time to go pick up the Muramasa blade from wherever it is in this time period, but I'll do without. Which means I gotta fight smart. Keep a hold on the rage, just like they tried to teach me to do back in Japan.

'course, that worked out with them making the only sword that can kill me, but I don't need to keep it together that long. Just long enough to deal with Creed.

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Rogue knew Wolverine could handle himself. Even against Sabretooth, he would come out alive. She just didn't want him to come out bleeding all over the floor and fixing to pass out.

Besides, she was there. It wasn't like she was going to turn tail.

Fighting in a hallway always posed some problems for her, the chiefest of which being she was fighting in a hallway. It made it harder to use her speed to its full advantage- namely, in flight. But she could make it work. Come in for what added up to distracting headshots, mostly, but if she could help to keep Sabretooth off-balance, then at least it was something.

It was working well, too, until he caught her by the hair of all things and threw her bodily into Wolverine.

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It puts us through a wall. Probably lost a support from the sentinels somewhere along the way. These things'll fold a lot faster if you take away their supports.

There's a thought.

"Play dead," I hiss, into her ear, before I tip her off me and leap back to my feet. Creed's just made it through the hole after us. Pretty sure he didn't hear; even if he did, he'll probably put it down to me trying to keep Rogue out of harm's way.

Not exactly what I'm after, here.

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It wasn't a request she hated fulfilling. Taking a second or two to play unconscious on the floor was a nice break from being used a battering ram. She slipped onto her side and stayed there, just about as passed out as you got.

"Too bad," Sabretooth growled, leering, not indicating if he kenw or not the reality of the situation. If he cared.

"I like it when toys don't break easy."

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"You know, I think I like you better when you can't talk and are begging me to kill you," I say.

It's true. Key word is better. Can't stand him either way, but at least one way he shuts up.

"How would you know, runt?" he says. "You ain't never seen it."

I smirk. It gets him, that smirk, I can tell. It's a smirk that says yes I have. "I know a lot of things you don't, Creed," I say. "Like Romulus."

Funny thing is, he doesn't blink. Can't say when he found out about it, but he knew longer than I did, but here we are: nothing. Just comes at me again, backs me past Rogue.

Hope she doesn't just jump up and go for something easy like putting him through a wall. That's not what we're here for.

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She rolled, pushing herself up, gloves already off. That wasn't what she was there for. Sure, on a good day, she hoped to be the X-Men personal taxi and rescue service- pluck 'em outta the air when they got tossed there, bring 'em where they needed to go, take some hard hits but not cause anyone t'worry because, heck, the hard hits were hers to take.

But that wasn't her specialty. That was just what she was good for.

"Don't have any catnip handy, so we'll have t'try this," she purred, and grabbed her jaw with one hand, the clawed hand that whipped back at her with the other.

It hit her like sledgehammer, like a wave too big to break through. Her mouth was open, and her eyes were open, but she wasn't making a sound and she couldn't see a thing.

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I don't envy her having that stuck in her head for a while. I had a few unwanted memories of my own thrown back into my head a while back; not the same thing, not hardly, but I could sympathize a little.

Just not right now. Right now, I'm busy.

"Something you should know," I say, crossing my arms. "I'm from the future." I charge, ducking lightly under the flailing attempt he makes to stop me. He's divided, trying to deal with me and with Rogue sucking the life out of him. "And the thing about the future?"

There's this poem about an unkillable monster, can only be stopped with this certain blade. Makes a specific sound, snicker-snack.

This is a lot like that, only the sound my claws make is a lot shorter.

"You're not in it."

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Rogue had been holding his head. She still was, but only for a moment longer before she dropped it, and fell back, knees hitting the floor first before she was curling over, arms crossed against her chest and head down, body shaking with the energy.

Physically, she felt amazing. Unfortunately, the physical was not her chiefest obstacle.

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"Rogue," I say. Luckily I haven't been on that island long enough to get used to us not having powers. Otherwise, I'd be tempted to grab her face.

"Rogue, focus."

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She growled at him. It was deep, seemed to emanate from her spine and outward, shaking her bones and humming in her teeth, several of which were sharper and protruding a bit further than they had been. She unfolded her arms, fingers splayed and curved, half with the tension it took not to jump at Wolverine and half from the extreme discomfort of having sprouted claws significantly larger than the nails they were used to.

"...Fancy claws...can't cut what they can't...hit...'n your hotsy totsy healin' factor won't-" She bit it back, curled in again, digging her elbows against her ribs. It was hard, it was too hard.

He's so strong, oh God, I can't even see myself. I can't hear myself.

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Hitting her - hell, touching her - would probably do more harm than good right now.

"Rogue, darlin', push past him," I say. "He's just rage and instinct, just think around him."

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She slammed her hands against the floor, denting the metal in long welts where the pressure tugged at it for feet in either direction. She turned them over and dug the claws it.

Think it through. Think it through. You know where you are. Sorta.

"Rip yer... heart..."

Out.

She gasped a little, claws reverting, canines shrinking back to their normal size. She closed her eyes and sagged, pressing her forehead to the metal and letting her hands go soft, absently curled over the rents in the steel.

"Oh. Oh, God."

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"That's it," I say, putting a cautious - for more reasons than one - arm around her. "Keep your head straight."

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She nodded, hands immediately moving to cover her ears, then slide to her temples. The habit of useless gestures. Unthinkingly, she leaned into him- she couldn't have asked for a more grounding presence. It took a lot for someone to make her feel safe, especially when she had her powers. Figured one of those people would be him.

She jerked back, though, unsteadily.

"No-! Ah'm- 'm sorry, I shouldn't've-" She swallowed, wrapping her arms around herself.

"Suit's all tore up."

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"I'd've lived," I say.

'course, last thing Rogue needs right now is more memories running into her head. She's probably right.

I glance over at Creed's body. "I need a beer," I say. "Coming?"

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She looked at the mess and grimaced.

"Ain't stickin' around t'clean this up," she murmured, and started to stand, although every part of her felt as though it had been cast in lead.

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"Madrox can make some dupes to do it," I say, staying close in case she looks like she's going to tip over.

In any senses of the phrase.

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"......you killed him," she observed, quietly and pretty dispassionately, for Rogue, pulling the torn remnant of her jacket closer around her shoulders.

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"Not the first time," I say, shortly.

It's what I do.

"Have to wait and see if this sticks, though. Last time was a little different."

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"If you say so, sugar," she sighed, "reckon this timeline's all messed up anyway, that can't hurt anything."

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"Can't say I was worrying about that at the time," I say, "but you're right. If it's already broken, trying not to step on the pieces isn't going to put it back together."

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"Truer words," Rogue murmured. She stopped on the stairs, leaning against the wall, touching her fingertips to her forehead.

"Geez."

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I stop a couple of steps up, which gives the illusion we're somewhere near the same height.

"You going to be all right?"

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"Yeah," she said immediately, "yeah, o'course. Just... there's so much- it's just a lot to take in." She blinked a few times and cleared her throat, starting up the stairs again.

"....'n everythin' smells."

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She might just be talking tough, but I'm not exactly innocent of that myself.

"Welcome to my world," I grunt, and start walking as well.

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"You okay?" she asked, after a moment, shooting him a sideways glance. It seemed like sort of a big deal, what just happened, whether it was real or not.

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"Like I said," I say, not looking at her, "I need a beer."

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"I jus' wanna take a shower, crawl inna bed, and pass out," she said, rubbing the back of her neck.

"Alone. Too bad that ain't gonna happen."

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It takes me a moment to figure out what she means.

"Could always ask the Prof to take a poke around," I say.

I don't say it like I expect her to do it, though.

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What would that do? It might not do anythin', but if it could help here, it might help when we get back, too. I should, I should ask him. God, I ain't even seen him since we've been here.

She was afraid to. She couldn't hardly say why.

"Tell ya what, my head aside, I feel like a million bucks," she said, extending one arm in front of her and looking at all the places her suit was torn, and all the perfectly unmarred skin beneath it.

"Heckuva way to feel, accountin' for the dead man in our basement."

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"Funny," I say, "I feel like a million bucks because of the dead man in our basement."

It's not entirely true. We're well rid of him, sure, but there's something not right, here. It's like an itch I can't get to, because I don't even know where it is.

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"Guess you got a right to it," she said quietly, "I don't." She shuddered.

"Never held on while someone died b'fore."

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I don't say anything for a moment.

Then I say, "Sorry," because I can feel for her. Not that I've done anything quite like that, but I've done a lot of things I'd rather not remember how they felt.

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"Don't blame you," she said, "don't worry about it. Thanks, though."

She stopped at the top of the stairs, running both hands through her hair and over face.

"I gotta- I'm gonna go clean up 'n lie down. You- enjoy that beer."

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"I plan to," I say. I pause for a moment, then start heading for the kitchen.

A few steps later I pause, and add, "Thanks," without turning around.

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Rogue mustered something of a smile, watching his back.

"Sho' thing, boss."