Hello y'all. I've had this idea in my head since I saw Logan and I wrote this while school was still in session. I already wrote a few chapters to this story but I never got around to uploading because I'm lazy and pretty busy (but mostly lazy). As a celebration for finally uploading it I'm going to upload the first 3 chapters immediately. Yay! I already have 7 chapters done and I will be uploading probably twice a week or something like that. I'm trying to find time to write more. I have 2 jobs this summer!

When I saw Logan I, of course, cried at the end. I thought to myself How can I make a story that still retains what happened in Logan but leaves out the ending? Then I thought: X-men movie trick! Time travel! So my OC is a time traveler and she's going to prevent, or try to prevent, Logan's death from happening.

Also: when I first saw the movie for some reason I thought mutants hadn't been born in 15 years, not 25, and it was too late to change it when I wrote a few chapters already based on that idea so it's staying. Also it makes more sense in my opinion. This will be a multi-chapter story, maybe somewhere around 10-15, and it may be continued.

Follow and review, thanks!

Logan missed being a teacher.

He never thought he would enjoy it or be good at it and had even fought with Charles over becoming one, but Charles had insisted. Logan couldn't ever really say no to Charles, telepathy or no telepathy, and so he decided to try it out. If he was honest, he was a little frightened- he didn't really know how to behave around children, how to act like a mentor, or how to teach. If this was Stabbing and Disappointing 101 he would be an excellent teacher, he thought, not with History.

The first day arrived and he went down in history (ha!) as the most unorganized professor of all time. He had been given a state mandatory curriculum by Charles but hadn't known how to go about utilizing it. Jean had taken pity on him and helped organize a topic schedule for him, starting with the Revolutionary War. She gave him a binder with some suggested worksheets for the students and a few for him on how to teach. The second he walked into the class at 8am, he dropped it. The students had to help him pick it up, and they wasted so much time he decided it was going to be Syllabus Day only.

With time, he got better. He didn't drop his shit and began lecturing the class on his take on the Revolutionary War, happily surprised as the students engaged in a lot of conversation with him and he wasn't just standing in front of the class talking the entire time. Who knew The Wolverine had social anxiety? His class met TTh but he elected to switch it to MWF given the eagerness of the class to learn and engage. Aside from history, two semesters later he agreed to also teach XPE, which was the Xavier School's version of PE which included time in the danger room and time outdoors with Logan. He went from not wanting to be a teacher to being everyone's favorite, besides Storm, mostly because of his chill attitude and also because he gave no homework (you don't spend weekends grading assignments if you never assign them).

He missed the school. He missed the kids. He missed his friends, his teammates. And he missed teaching, especially now. He would take teaching a class of 100 kids everyday over chauffeuring rich pricks.

After dropping off a trio of girls at some club who almost had him there in that car, and after accepting 20 grand from Gabriella in her motel to take her and her kid up to North Dakota, he sighed and looked down at the alert on his phone. The app he used was an upgraded version of Über- that's how it all started. He was a glorified taxi with a mini limo. His phone alerted him to a lone customer who wanted to be picked up and driven about 20 minutes outside of town. He squinted, looking at the map through his spectacles, trying to discern where they wanted to be dropped off, but it looked to be in the middle of nowhere. Deciding he didn't really give a shit where he dropped them off and just cared for the money, he accepted the job and made his way over to pick them up. After this last one, he told himself, he was going to head home.

It only took about 5 minutes to reach the pick-up designation given how it was night and not a lot of people were on the road. He pulled into a small parking lot that belonged to a restaurant. With only one car in the entire lot and no one in sight, Logan decided to double check his phone to see if he was in the right place. As he turned it on a message from the customer lit up the screen.

ROLL DOWN THE BACK WINDOWS, it said.

Sighing and rolling his eyes he rolled down the back windows like he was asked, mentally swearing to himself, wondering if this was another dumb, drunk rich kid prick. Looking around the parking lot, he still spotted no one in sight and decided to give whoever this was one more minute before he took off.

Before he could register the sound of running footsteps on pavement, he looked in his rear view mirror in time to see someone dive through the window, twist, and land on their back on the floor of the back of the car.

"Aaaaand she STICKS the landing! Woah!" came the sound of a young girl.

Logan pivoted in his seat to face his new passenger, furious. On the floor lay a teenage girl, her hands balled into fists as she punched the air in her exclamation of victory, her legs laying on the side of the car door. She had greasy shoulder length dirty blonde hair and wore a black and white striped, long sleeved t-shirt with dark blue jeans and old red sneakers. She must be freezing, Logan thought, and confirmed she was as he saw her blue fingertips and pale lips. She turned her smiling face toward him, her brown eyes sparkling.

"I looked so cool, didn't I?" she asked.

"Look kid, I don't have time to play around, alright? I have a job to do-"

"Imagine if I jumped in when the car was moving!"

"Kid!" he shouted, beyond furious. "I don't have time for any fucking games! You need to leave."

"But you never even asked if I had the money for this job!"

He raised an eyebrow. "Well, do you?"

She giggled. "No."

"Get out!" Logan screamed, feeling the claws within him twitch. He wanted to take this one last job to get some gas money for the trip tomorrow, not wanting to dip into the 20 grand he received today just in case there wasn't another 30 grand waiting for him in North Dakota.

Her eyebrows furrowed and she titled her head to the side. "You know, you should be nicer to me. I'm kind of important."

"I don't care which company your daddy owns-"

"Not that," she said, a little fierce. A pause, then: "You need me more than I need you."

Logan looked her over once more, noticing the dirt on her clothes and in her hair, the grime under her short fingernails, the red in her eyes, and how skinny she was. She looked like she lived on the streets, and she probably did.

"I don't need no street rat," Logan growled. "Now, I'm going to give you until the count of 3 to get out of my car." Pause. No one moved. "One...two...-"

The girl opened the car door and placed her feet outside on the ground. She winked at Logan before removing herself from his car and slamming the door shut behind her, hard enough to rattle the car.

"Move," Logan ordered at her through his open window. She obeyed and stepped out of his way to allow him to put the car in reverse and leave the parking lot. The entire time she sneered at him as he drove away.

Logan let out a long sigh and gripped his steering wheel tighter. He didn't want to just leave the kid there, given her current living situation, but he had enough to deal with as it was and couldn't take care of any strays. At the first stop sign he encountered he took out his phone to check for any more customers before deciding to call it a night.

He was holding up his phone to check the app when he saw something move on his peripheral. Looking to his right he flinched as he saw the girl sitting in his passenger seat smiling at him.

"What the fuck!" he yelled, his claws sliding out a little.

"What uuuup," she said, still smiling, clearly enjoying having scared him.

"How the-"

"Really, Wolverine? All the shit you've been through and this is the weirdest?" She gave him an odd look. "I'm a mutant, dummy, just like you. But get this- I recently turned 15." She raised an eyebrow in a way that suggested she expected a response from him.

"But mutants haven't been born in 15..." His eyes widened as he looked at her in a new light.

"There ya go. I'm the last mutant born. I'm kind of a celebrity."

Logan's face sobered up in such a way that it lost its show of excitement and surprise and instead fell back into his usual broody look. "Okay. And?"

"And what? That's not amazing enough for you?"

"So, you can teleport. Whoopdee-fucking-do, now could you leave me alone?"

"I can do more than just teleport, Wolvie." She nodded her head towards a car on the street opposite them. It was stopped at a stop sign. "Have you noticed how that car hasn't yet moved?" She pointed to the clock on his dashboard. "Or maybe how it's been 10:31pm for the past four minutes?"

Logan blinked slowly. "You can stop time."

"I manipulate time and space. That's teleportation, stopping time, going back in time, going forward-"

"Going back?" Logan asked, his voice rising a little in excitation.

The girl smiled slowly. "I knew you'd notice that. That's why I came here. Tell me this: is there something that maybe you'd want to redo? A day you wished you'd lived differently, perhaps?"

"H...how far back can you go?" Logan's mind filled with memories of his friends, his family, long dead due to that fateful day about a year ago. He'd die if that meant they could live again.

"All the way, baby." She looked down at her lap. "It's a little hard and requires a lot of energy on my part though, and I've never attempted it. I've only...the farthest back I've ever gone was a day, just to try it. It's hard to explain, I just know that going back years in time is something I could do as well. I'd just need focus, and a lot of energy. And maybe a telepath to help guide me?" She looked expectantly at him, implying the presence of a certain someone in his life. She didn't know for sure whether or not he was still alive, but she saw him grab medication from a hospital when she was following him the other day and thought the meds could maybe be for him. The one and only Professor X.

"No, Charles..." He sighed. "Charles can't help you. Can't help anyone no more. He's...he's too far gone."

There was a pregnant silence that filled the car as they both took in those words. The girl deflated a little, disappointed the most philanthropic telepath couldn't help her like he's helped so many before her. It would've been an honor, really, and it would've made her life easier. She released her hold on time and the clocked changed to 10:32pm. "Well," she said in a small voice, "I'm sure I could figure it out on my own."

"How long?"

She looked at him again. "How long would I take to prepare, you mean?" He nodded. "Um, a few days at least. I spent a lot of energy finding you and stalking you. I needed to make sure it was really you. I came all the way from Nevada, hitchhiking and teleporting non-stop. I need a recharge."

He nodded, his heart racing. Invisible tears formed behind his eyes and he almost couldn't believe this was real. Part of him wanted to reach out and touch her to make sure this was real and he wasn't hallucinating. If this turned out to be a rouse, he... He didn't know what he would do, if he was honest.

The car on the other side of the road had already moved and crossed the street, signaling to him that time was restored. He snapped back to reality and began driving back to his temporary home.

"I got a place you can stay and recuperate located outside of town. We can try when you're ready."

"Sounds like a plan."

The girl rolled down her window, rested her elbow on the door and her head in her hand. They rode in silence for a few moments before Logan asked, "Hey, I never got your name."

"Nadia. Nadia T. Tripp."