Author's note: Please welcome a twist on the X-Men store, the movieverse. After years of being a geek for the franchise, I finally decided to give it a shot and write a fanfic for it. All characters belong to their respectful owners! The only characters that are mine are the OC's, which are the Blanchett family: Samantha and her kids. Please read, enjoy and review!

Chapter 1

Mutation: it is the key to our evolution. It has enabled us to evolve from a single-celled organism into the dominant species in the planet. This process is slow and normally taking thousands and thousands of years. But, every few hundred millennia – evolution leaps forward…

Samantha's POV:

I've always loved snow. Traveling up to Canada was a nice idea. It was giving me the time I needed to clear my head and to relax. To just take a break from my usual everyday chaos. No one really knew that these little trips that I took weren't just for fun. No, I had a mission in life. I was looking for someone. Determination has been driving me for years. Well, that and stubbornness.

I went into one of the bars in the roadside town and headed into the bathroom to freshen up a bit from my journey. Now, one would usually have to drive to get this far up north, but not me. I flew. Literally! I have this little gift, which is shape shifting, that means taking form of any animal or human at will.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror, seeing a rather young lady, with a messy head of citrusy red curls. The bluish green eyes that stared back at me were still twinkling with mischief. This was my original form; the way I looked ever since I turned 15. In reality I hadn't aged a day after that birthday. That was a secondary mutation of mine – I had a feral healing factor and hyphened senses.

I wrinkled my nose at myself and shook my head. Instead of going out looking all natural, I shifted to change my hair color into a blonde and only then walked out of the ladies room. On me was a pair of jeans, and a warm tan sweater with a brown leather jacket over it.

In the lower part of the bar, I could hear loud cheering. Now, I know curiosity killed the cat, but I had to see what was going on in there.

Cage fights… Okay, not exactly my idea of entertainment, but alright, what the heck? I made my way through the crowd to an empty seat. That's when I saw a young girl up at the front, closer up the cage. She looked about 16 and to me she stood out like a sore thumb. The others however didn't seem to notice or care that there was a child at such an event. Slowly I approached her. I was already going to start talking to her when I heard one of the men crash into the wall of the cage. I stared at the man as he was carried out.

"Well, never in all my years, have I seen anything quite like this," the host said into the mic. The victor of the fight was standing with my back to me. Well, he sure had a nice backside that was lightly glistening with sweat. I couldn't help but to stare at him, admiring the view. "Are you going to let this man walk away with your money?"

He sure could have all of mine at any time. I really needed to get myself a man... It's been way too long and I was a woman with needs.

Behind me a bald man got up and with a cheer headed towards the cage, "Ladies and gentlemen! Our savior!" The host cheered motioning for the man to him. He covered the mic with his hand, but I could still hear him whispering to the new competitor to fight clean. And no hits below the belt, cause it could be taken personal.

The bell rang and the man went straight to the victor and kicked him down. For a few moments he let himself take a beating and it didn't look too good for him. But on the other hand, as he was knocked down, I got a very brief glance at his face. By God, he looked familiar! Almost like... No, it just couldn't be him, probably just a trick of lighting... I shook my head, trying to recover from the shock.

He got up and cracked his neck. I even heard a growl coming from his throat. Now I was really interested! This man seemed like a feral, from what I could tell. The way he was glaring at his new opponent was very wolfish. He was pissed off, that much was obvious. The man was going to be a chew toy for him now. And sure enough, a few punches were all it took to knock out the big fella. I could even swear I hear the sound of metal hitting numbskull~

The crowd went from cheering on the competitor to booing at the winner. He just growled lowly and went back to his corner, smoking a cigar. I smirked, admiring this guy even more.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight's winner and still King of the Cage, The Wolverine!" The host said, to the dissatisfied crowd. I made my way out to the bar area. I needed a drink. Even the name was the same. Maybe this really was the person I've been looking for so long. I sat in an empty corner for a while until I saw the Wolverine come up to the bar area as well and order a beer. He was now fully dressed, sadly for me.

I mustered up my courage and went to sit next to him, "hey there," I said tousling my blonde wavy hair. "You were pretty amazing in that cage."

The Wolverine looked me over, and slowly smirked, "really?" His dark, hazel, eyes slipped from my eyes, down lower along my body. He was checking me out, and it was making me feel good. I slid into the seat next to him.

"Oh, yes," I nodded, with a playful smirk. "Now the other one was nothing but a bore."

"So you like to have fun, huh?" The Wolverine's smirk grew and became more devilish. The young girl from before was sitting not too far away from us and was occasionally peeking over out of curiosity. "You got anything specific on your mind?"

I chuckled, leaning in a little closer. But then I got distracted by the TV. They were talking about the world summit to discuss the growing mutant problem. This caught the attention of my companion as well as the young girl. The Wolverine I could tell was my kind, but the girl. I never did start talking to her, because I got so distracted.

She was sitting just a little bit away from us, with a glass of water in front of her. I could hear her stomach growling from here. The mother in me wanted to come up to her, feed her and send her home. Wherever she came from had to be better then here, but then again, lately so many kids were on the run because of what they were and because of the unique gifts they had it was really sad. Maybe there was a way I could get her to the Professor?

Suddenly I heard footsteps from behind me and Wolverine. I turned around, to see the guy who was just beat up not long ago.

"You owe me some money," he scowled at Wolverine. His friend came up from behind him and tried to stop the man, but he pushed him away. "No one takes a beating like that without a mark to show for. I know what you are."

"You keep that up and you'll lose something else," Wolverine said, lowering his voice dangerously. I was still sitting next to him and stared at the bald man. I touched Wolverine's knee under the table in warning. The bald man looked like he was going to walk away, but then turned back to face Wolverine with a pocket knife.

"Look out!" The teenage girl screamed, before I could even open my mouth. So she was watching the whole time. Wolverine reacted immediately, whipping around and slamming the baldo into the wall. As he did that, metallic claws slid out from in between his knuckles. First two on each side of the man's neck, then a third one started to slide out slowly, just barely touching the very middle of the baldo's neck.

I held my breath as I saw this. It really was 'him' no doubt about it now. I found him! I felt someone push past me, making me stumble off of my chair. The owner of the bar raised a gun to Wolverine's head, threatening him nervously. I could smell his fear, and I'm sure that so could the clawed feral.

"Get out of my bar, freak," the owner said, nervously. Wolverine slowly glanced over at the man, turning his head just slightly. Something was brewing in his eyes. Right then, I could tell he was listening more to his animal side then human. Fast as a flash, he slashed at the gun, easily cutting it in half, while still pinning the baldo to the wall. Wolverine stared from one to the other, then at me. I shook my head slowly, and he let out a low throaty growl, retracted his claws, fixed his jacket and walked out of the bar.

Both the teenager and I slowly processed what had just happened. The girl grabbed her stuff and ran out first. I sat at the bar area for a few more minutes, ignoring the concerned questions from the bartender. I didn't want to eat or drink... I wanted to chase down The Wolverine, ask him questions, but I could already tell that they were ones that he couldn't answer.

After a few minutes and headed towards the door as well. I sniffed at the air, to figure out in which direction Wolverine traveled. I glanced around to make sure that no one could see me and quickly shapeshifted into my favorite animal form – a black fox, with some orange fur around the snout, back and tail. I ran to the side of the road, following the trail left behind by Wolverine. By the scent, I had to guess that the girl followed after him. I could only guess that he may not like it...

Logan's POV:

This is just f*cking great. Some night. Got kicked out of the bar, didn't even finish my beer. At least I got to keep the cash. The one thing I was regretting about having to leave was missing out on that Blondie. She sure was a looker. And to think I was walking away from all that. Idiot.

Then I heard a noise coming from my pick-up. I stopped the small trailer and got out heading around it to see what was going on. There was my bike, along with some other things, but there was also a foreign shape under the canvas. Pulling it off, I saw the same kid from the bar, there. What the hell?

"The hell are you doing?" I asked, frowning down at the kid.
"I'm sorry, I needed a ride and I thought you'd help me." The teen said sheepishly.
"Get out," I snapped. Why the f*ck was this happening to me? Now if it was that Blonde, would I be complaining? Oh no, I'd be on seventh, f*cking Heaven. But just wasn't that lucky, was I?
"Where am I supposed to go?" the kid asks, as if thinking I'd feel guilty of kicking her out.
"I don't know," I say shortly, pointing to the road.
"You don't know or you don't care?" She frowned. The kid got spite, I'll give her that much. Somehow it seemed familiar, but I brushed it off.
"Pick one," I said flatly, going back to smoking my cigar. All I wanted was to get back behind the wheel and continue driving.

Not far from the truck, I spotted a black fox looking my way from the side of the road. Weird animal, it was like it was specifically watching me. It sat down, and looked from me to the kid then tilted its head to the side. Oh, sh*t. I rolled my eyes. I must be going crazy if I was thinking that animals are judging me for my actions.

"I saved your life," The kid called after me.
"No, you didn't," I said as got back inside the warmth of the truck. She ruined my chances to getting laid...

I started to drive off, but then my guilty conscious did kick in. Was I really going to leave a kid in the middle of nowhere by herself? Somehow that didn't sit right with me. Especially with the kid being a young girl. I hit the brakes and watched in the rear view mirror as she caught up to me and also got inside the truck.

And the kid was hungry too. I gave up the last of my jerky to her. I really didn't want to baby sit her, but a part of me was starting to feel responsible for her. The poor kid was enjoying the snack a lot more than anyone I've ever seen.

"I'm Rogue," She said, pulling off her hood. I could feel her studying me. Didn't she ever hear of stranger danger? She was actually curious to get to know me? "Were you in the army? Don't those tags mean that you were in the army?"

Then on top of that the kid started looking around into the back of my trailer. Okay, so I had a small mobile home, where I happened to live. It wasn't much, but hey, I had something over my head when I slept and that was enough for me. Cozy, she says? Yeah, f*cking, right.

"Put your hands on the heater," I pointed to it, noticing that the kid was still shaking from the cold. Now that just didn't sit well with me. Call me crazy. I felt almost a fatherly protectiveness towards this girl. I'm a feral, it's in my nature. Yeah, best reasoning for my behavior. Not that the situation seems oddly familiar and I don't know why. I reached out to the kid, but she quickly moved away. Now she was thinking about stranger danger? "I'm not gonnna hurt you, kid."

"It's nothing personal, just whenever people touch my skin... something happens," The kid said, quickly putting her gloves back on. Ah, so she was like me – different.
"Like what?" I asked, my interest peaking just a little.
"I don't know, they just get hurt, somehow," she admitted. I just shrugged and went back to watching the road.

"When they come out, does it hurt?" The kid asked, looking concerned and interested. Wait... what? Where have I heard that before? I know I did. I just know it...

"When they come out... Does it hurt..?"

A voice rang in my head, softer then the kid's. It was a quiet, sweet voice actually, full of worry and concern. It was a voice I kept hearing when I went to sleep, before my usual nightmares kicked in. Oh, I f*cking hated those.

"Every time," I nod slowly. I was answering to both the kid and the voice in my head. I stared ahead onto the road. No matter what I did, I never could put a face to that voice, even though I wanted to. That girl, whose voice I kept hearing, wasn't no fling or an easy lay. She must have actually meant something, if she's been stuck in my head for so many years now.

"So, what kind of a name is Rogue?" I asked. My thoughts weren't in this conversation with the kid anymore.

"I don't know. What kind of name is Wolverine?" She asked me in return. She was getting quiet. Good. I could do that. Just stay quiet the whole road.

"It's Logan," I said shortly. I didn't want to give her the lecture about feral mutants like me. It was a f*cking pain in the ass.

"Marie..." the teen said. I just smirked and shook my head.

As we drove on, we eventually got more comfortable around each other. I really was starting to feel like I was on a freaking family road trip with a daughter. And she was bugging the f*ck out of me. It was different, having company. It's not something that happens a lot.

"You should really wear a seatbelt," the kid said, which only got me irritated more.

"Look, kid, I really don't need advice..." just then I took my eyes off the road for a brief moment, and as I did, a tree fell onto the hood of my truck, making me hit the brakes. I flew right through the window and landed in the snow, quite a distance from the truck. I was knocked out at first, but when I came to I first looked around, then walked back to the truck. I was bleeding from my forehead, but I just wiped it away carelessly. I caught Rogue staring at me. Ah, yes, the amazed look when people watch me heal. She was learning new things about me all day long.

"You alright?" I asked, frowning. I could smell smoke and it was coming from her direction. Must be the truck. Just, f*cking great. And plus Rogue was sitting there in shock. "Kid! Are you alright?"

"I'm stuck!" She shouted, snapping to. She looked scared, and it wasn't sitting right with me.

I made my way over to her. As I walked, to get closer to the truck, I noticed that the black fox was there again. No way in hell that this was the same fox. It just couldn't be. There was no freaking way that she could have kept up with us as we drove in a car. It was just watching me, with those same yellow eyes. It was starting to get weird. It ducked down under some bushes, and disappeared from sight.

I felt responsible for her, and for the crash, until I took a closer look at the fallen tree. Getting a sniff of the air, I knew one thing – this was to accident. Sh*t, just great. Someone else was here. On reflex, I let out my claws, ready for any son of a b*tch to just come at me...

Samantha's POV

It was a challenge to keep up with Wolverine, but after changing a few forms I managed to be there to witness the crash. I saw him let out his claws and sniff the air, looking around. That's when he was attacked by another mutant. This one was bigger, shaggier and louder.

He smelled familiar. With all the hair covering his and his face, I could barely recognize Sabertooth. He was flinging around, with such ease; it was actually painful to watch. I wanted to come out of hiding and help, I really did, but I knew perfectly well that I was no match for someone like Sabertooth. He was too strong and all I had to use was my shapeshifting and healing. It really wasn't much...

Then I saw Sabertooth fling Wolverine onto the hood of the truck, knocking him out. That's when I couldn't stop myself, still in my fox form; I darted out of the bushes and to his slumped form. I nudged his cheek with my nose, but he didn't respond. I licked his face as well, trying to wake him up as well. Come on...

Sabertooth was getting closer. I stepped in front of Wolverine, baring my fangs dangerously. I eyed the other feral warningly. We've had our run INS and he knew that even if I couldn't fully take him, I'd give it my best shot. I could at least distract and stall him until Wolverine would come to. I could only hope it would be soon, or otherwise all three of us would be in big trouble.

Sabertooth only smirked at me and kept coming closer.

"What're you doing? Get away," The girl shouted at me, making me turn to look at her. I barked back at her in alarm. My eyes widened, smelling smoke from inside the truck. Well, this must be one 'fun' road trip for her.

The wind and snow started to pick up, and was aimed mostly at Sabertooth. Wonderful, it looked like I had back up. Their timing was perfect as always. I shifted back into my original, redheaded form and stood in front of the truck. I was wearing a black leather uniform that was similar to the ones that were on the two mutants that now had my back.

"You're in for it now, Sabertooth," I growled at him, my red curls blowing around by the wind. I was still standing my ground in front of the truck with Wolverine and the girl. His eyes widened slightly for a brief moment, in recognition. But sure enough, just as I had warned him, the wind picked up even more as well as the snow. That was the power of the white haired woman, Storm, one of my friends and colleagues. The other, Cyclops, had a visor over his eyes and it was starting to glow bright red. He blasted Sabertooth away from the crash scene.

Together the three of us hurried to help the girl first and getting her out of the burning truck. It really was getting dangerous, with the smoke and flames becoming stronger. The seatbelt had to be cut, and Storm and I hurried to get the girl to safety. The girl stared at me, them to my teammates, with her eyes wide with shock.

While we did that, Scott pulled Wolverine off the hood and tried to drag him to safety. Luckily we were able to put enough distance between us and the truck, before it exploded. I watched the flames rising and the rubble flying in different directions. I was just glad and relived that everything turned out well.

I glanced at Storm and Scott, wondering why they were here and what was supposed to happen now...