He wasn't exactly sure why he was even there. Why he was standing outside the mansion that belonged to the old meddling Xavier, watching one particular window.

Then again, Victor Creed wasn't sure of anything anymore.

Since Liberty Island, and his rather painful awakening at the bottom of a smashed boat, he'd been thinking. Thinking, and... feeling.

He hadn't bothered to rejoin Magneto during the Alkali Lake fiasco, but he'd been tempted to when he heard about Stryker. He hadn't even joined up to fight on Alcatraz, even though he knew that Magneto knew he was alive. Why?

Because Jimmy wouldn't have.

As a shadow crossed the window he was avidly staring at, he subconsciously clenched clawed fingers tighter around the motorcycles handles, wondering when it was that they switched roles. When had Jimmy become the one who was willing to fight, and when had he himself become the one who tried to avoid them?

Victor supposed it had all started with Kayla's "death." Not that Jimmy knew that of course, damned fool couldn't even remember his name. Or the wars. Hell, he couldn't remember anything.

Gritting fanged teeth together, he forced stiff leg muscles to work, swinging off his bike and pocketing the keys in his jacket pocket. Why was he doing this? The animal in him wanted Jimmy's blood- but the human side that only his brother knew even existed, knew it was because he was the elder brother. And as the elder brother, he had a duty to look after his baby brother.

It was the way it always had been, and the somewhat human side knew that he'd be damned if that natural order was upset just because he was scared of facing the brother he'd betrayed in so many ways.

Walking through the wide open gates, the damned fools were so trusting, he paused before knocking on the front door.

Did he really want to do this?

No.

Well, some newly awakened part of him hoped that if he could make Jimmy remember, then his brother would accept him. The other part, well, the animal just wanted Wolverine to remember how and why their endless feud had started- so it could have a legitimate excuse to kill him.

Forcing a barely contained growl slip back down into his throat, he narrowed his eyes and knocked.

The door opened to reveal the weather witch's shocked face. "Sabretooth..." To her credit, she regained her senses enough to talk properly. "What is your business here?"

He growled slightly as his eyes spotted Jimmy- Logan, as he went by, staring at him from the stairs. Without breaking eye contact with his amnesiac brother, he spoke. "I'm here to find James Howlett."

Right, this will probably, (if there are enough reviews or I get more inspiration for the series) become a series of one shots. Please review and tell me what you think!