*A/N* This fanfic is for the X Men (in case "Weapon X" didn't give it away), and technically introduces my fan character, Luna. This is actually going to be one of three stories starring her, Logan, and Victor. In case anyone is wondering, I use the theory that Victor/Sabretooth is Logan's brother from the movie X Men Origins, which would make my fan character his sister. For more information on her, continue reading!

*Disclaimer* I do not own the X Men, or any related characters. The only character I lay claim to is Luna/Sable.

I'd packed my things, fueled my chopper, and written a goodbye note for Remy to read. Now I just had to leave New Orleans. My motorcycle sat outside a coffee shop, while I sat inside, sipping on a latte.

"Luna!" The door burst open. I flinched at the sound of Remy LeBeau's voice. I didn't have to turn around to know he was looking for me. I kept my head down, but that didn't stop him from seeing me. "Luna, what is the meaning of this?!" he hissed, slamming the note I'd left him down on the table in front of me.

I put my head up, looked at the piece of paper, and calmly replied, "Well, it looks like a note to me." I went back to sipping my coffee.

"Very funny, cher," he told me, "Why? Why wouldn't you just tell me yourself?"

I sighed, "Because it's already hard enough to say goodbye. Doing that would only make it harder for us to part."

"But-"

"And I wanted to leave as soon as possible." I stared at the note. "I've got to find him." Remy sighed and put his head in his hands to think for a moment.

I'd been staying with him for a month at his apartment in New Orleans. We were both mutants, hated throughout the world. Yet he'd allowed me to stay with him, despite my past with certain government groups throughout the U.S. and Canada.

"You know what he told you," Remy said at last, bringing me back from my terrible pit of pain filled memories, "He said-"

"To stay away from him," I broke in, "I know, I was there…"

"But?"

"But, I'm worried," I sighed, "And I don't want him to never remember his past." My mind took me back to the day when my twin brother's memories had been erased.

"I'm gonna get you out of here," Logan says while carrying Kayla. She looks at me and I smile back at her reassuringly. "Nice and easy."

Suddenly a gunshot rings out and Logan falls to his knees. I scream his name as another shot sounds. Turning I see Colonel William Stryker standing several yards behind us, a gun still pointed at my brother. "Stryker!" I yell, popping my claws and starting to run towards him. Another shot echoes and a searing pain rips through my chest. All I can see is the ground rushing up to meet me.

"Luna!" I hear my twin yell before he roars and Kayla screams his name. The last thing I hear before blacking out is Logan roaring with rage.

When I regain consciousness I can't tell how much time has passed. I have to guess that it's not long, though. I can hear Kayla telling someone something. "Walk until your feet bleed," she hisses, "Then keep on walking." I hear footsteps walking away, obviously following her orders.

"Kayla?" I groan after a few moments, pushing myself up onto my hands and knees. I get no response. My muscles move on their own, snapping my body into a standing position. I look around and find Kayla on the ground. Slowly, I move over to her.

"Luna?" I turn around to face the one who called me. It's Remy LeBeau, the one who'd brought me and Logan to Three Mile Island. "Are you okay?" he asks.

"Yeah…" I say. My head swivels around as I remember my brother. "Where's Logan?" the words almost seem stuck in my throat, either from panic or because I'm still healing, I can't tell.

"I don't know, but the kids were taken off the island."

"By who?"

Remy shrugs, "Some bald guy with a helicopter. They went willingly, though."

"Help me find him, please?" I ask.

"Who? The bald guy?"

"Logan!" He jumps back, hands up submissively. He takes a step towards me, but I'm already moving around. I sniff the air for any trace of my brother's scent, and my nose leads me to a pile of debris. "Logan?" I call out.

Remy walks ahead of me, over the pile of rubble to the other side. "He's over here!" My legs suddenly feel weak, but I run over to him anyway. "Don't worry," Remy tells Logan, who I see walking, "The kids are safe." Logan turns towards us, a bewildered look on his face. A bullet wound shows on his forehead, with his skull showing. "Damn…" Remy mutters as I stare in horror.

"Who are you?" Logan asks, looking back and forth at the two of us.

I realize immediately what's happened, but Remy doesn't. "What do you mean, who am I?" he questions, "I'm the guy who brought you here. Now, we gotta go."

Logan grabs him by the collar of his coat. "Where the hell am I?" he growls.

"Listen to me. I'm a friend," Remy says, "I'm a friend."

"Yeah?" Logan casts a glance at me before turning back to him, "What's my name?" I take a step forward. "What's my name?!" he yells.

"Your name is Logan," Remy answers calmly, "You need to trust me. We have to go." He's released.

"What about her?" My brother points at me, "Can I trust her?"

My heart sinks. "I'm Luna," I tell him, "I'm your twin sister." He looks at me in disbelief.

"She's trustworthy," Remy assures him. "Follow me." I start walking after him, but Logan hesitates. "Now!" he yells, and my brother begins to follow us.

As we're running we pass Kayla. She's still on the ground with her eyes open. Logan and I stop to look at her, tears are being held back behind my eyes. He walks over to her and checks her pulse. I stand behind him as Remy walks up. "Do you know her?" he asks as Logan takes his hand away.

"No," my brother sighs. A tear slips down my cheek and my heart feels like it's been stabbed. Sirens begin to blare in the distance, signaling the authorities' arrival.

"Hey, these boys aren't gonna like what you've done to this place," Remy says, "We really need to go."

"I'll find my own way."

"Good luck," Remy says as he walks away. Logan looks at Kayla again, then closes her eyes out of respect.

"Logan-" I start to say.

"Don't."

I stop dead in my tracks. "But-"

"But nothing," he says, standing up to face me, "I want you to go with him," he points at Remy, "And leave me alone. I want you to stay away from me," he starts walking the other way before stopping for a moment, "Whether or not you really are my twin sister," he adds over his shoulder. Then Logan's off, walking away as if nothing had ever happened.

I stare after him. "Luna?" Remy calls to me. When I don't respond he grabs my hand. "Come on, Luna. We need to go." I slowly turn towards him and nod. We take off in the opposite direction, towards his plane. Once we get there, I let the tears fall.

"Luna!" Remy yelled, pulling me back into the present. My head snapped up and I blinked. "Earth to Luna, cher," he said sarcastically.

I blushed, "Sorry, Remy." I took another sip from my latte. It was almost gone by now. "Like I said, I know what he told me. But I can't just sit idly while he's searching for answers to his past."

"How do you know he's searching?"

I brought my head up to look him straight in the eyes. "Because I know Logan," I told him.

Remy sighed, "There's nothing I can say to keep you here, is there petite?" I shook my head. "Then at least let me see you off and wish you luck." I smiled and stood up. We walked outside the shop. Parked next to my bike was his car. I smiled, remembering how he'd won it in a game of Poker.

"Well," I sighed, sitting down on my bike, "This is goodbye."

"I wish it wasn't," Remy muttered, putting his hands in the pockets of his overcoat.

I started my chopper and revved the engine. "Admittedly, neither do I." He tried to discreetly take something from his pocket and put it in one of my side bags. I grabbed his wrist before he could let go of whatever it was. "What's this?"

"Just a little cash, cher," he answered, "In case you need it." I let go of his hand and he dropped the money into my hand.

"Thanks," I said, putting it in my jacket pocket.

"I only wish I could do more, petite," he sighed.

I smiled, "You've done too much already." I stood up and wrapped my arms around Remy. "I don't know if I'll ever be able to thank you enough," I whispered.

He smiled when we pulled away from each other. "Just find you're ass of a twin brother, will you?" That was his way of saying good luck in tracking down Logan.

I sat down and grabbed the handlebars. "See ya 'round," I told Remy. He nodded as the kickstand went up and my bike sped away.

*A/N* Well, that's the first chapter up. Don't forget to leave a review and tell me what you think! The next chapter will be up soon.