A/N: This my fanfic for X-Men Origins: Wolverine. The prologue is in two parts; this part one and the next chapter, the part two because it's too long for one whole chapter.

Full Summary: Team X the team of trained mutants led by Stryker. Brook was recruited for her power of future seeing, despite warnings from someone important that she no longer holds trustworthy. She's part of the team as much as anybody else though she doesn't flaunt around like half the others.

One of the boys, no doubt the 'merc with a mouth', can't help but flirt with her while another guy has a blooming affection for her, keeping it secret like a high school crush. She does her best to ignore the tempting encouragement from the mercenary but Wade's persevering... and convincing.

But when her visions become extremely disturbing and against every moral she's been raised with and then when her visions exploit for what her team truly is, Brooke knows she must leave. Or she'll end up like most of them, ruthless and bloodthirsty. She leaves only six years later, to stumble upon someone unexpected…

Extras/Warnings: T for Language/swearing and violence. OC/Wade Wilson (Deadpool),OC/Chris Bradley. No slash. An OC insert (meaning an OC was 'inserted' into the main plotline). Also, there are no references from the comics. I tried to see if I could incorporate that but it was far too confusing. Sorry for any of you comic book lovers out there!

DISCLAIMER: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

In my childhood, I always had little visions of the next day's weather, if someone was going to fall off the swing or jungle gym. I knew I was different; my parents did too, since I confided to them off what I was at the age of twelve.

"Mom… I need to talk to you about something." I whispered, walking into the living room.

I was an only child with my loving parents. Dad, Tyler, was a gentle giant. He had dark curly hair with wide blue-grey eyes. He was lean but still a bit muscular, but rarely did he use his size as an intimidation method. He's a very intelligent man, along with my mom, and so they avoided violence a lot. People said I was the shorter, female version of my father. He looked up from his book from under the lamp.

Mom, Sarah, was short. She and my dad always looked like a mismatched pair of socks together. She had bright blue eyes and luxurious blonde waves that she didn't show off very often. Many times, they were pulled into a ponytail and throughout the day, you could keep track of the little loose clumps of hair that would become free of her ponytail. She turned around to face me, smiling her bright smile.

"What is it, Brooke?"

"I see…"

Both of my parents frowned, exchanging a quick glance together before Mom turned back to me.

"Has some bullying been happening at school?"

I shook my head. I bit my bottom lip.

"Then what?"

"I see… things. Like today! Yesterday I saw the storm coming… I got a-a vision of a really grey sky and a flash of the clock hitting ten twenty-seven a.m. when it started to pour, Mom."

There was a small gasp. Then silence.

"How long have you had these visions?" Dad asked.

"Since I was… nine?"

More silence.

"Brooke," my mom came around from the couch and griped my shoulders tightly, "can you control these… visions?"

I shook my head, my lip trembling.

"I-I just get them!" The first tears slid down my face. Mom smiled dimly and wiped away them away, the smile not fluttering.

"You're special, Brooke. Very special." She hugged and then glanced at the clock.

"Time for you to go to bed!"

"But Mom-"

"Brooke! Brooke," she softened her voice and stared at me, "go to bed sweetie. You have school tomorrow."

"Okay…" I mumbled, already over the confession of telling my parents.

I woke up around eleven-thirty at night to their whispering in the kitchen down the hallway.

"She's a mutant, Sarah."

"I know, Tyler, I know…"

Silence etched on for almost forever before Dad spoke again.

"Jack told me about this… the possibility."

Jack was my dad's brother, my uncle. He was very distant and always watched me greatly when he was here. He already had graying hair, though he was younger than Dad, and had very glazed over grey-blue eyes half the time. Dad always told me that Jack was different from the rest of people, which is why he's not married and has kids of his own. He said that he truly loved me but rarely showed physical affection.

"Jack… told you?"

"He's not like that, Sarah. He can only… read minds."

"Can he-"

"Close family, he can read much clearer. Random people… well, are just random thoughts and images and memories to him. That's why he's always watching Brooke… but he says even though he has known her since 'her third hour of birth'," my father did his best mimic of my uncle and my stifled my laughter with my comforter, "Brooke's very hard to read. Since the age of eight, he's suspecting her of being a mutant…"

"What should we do?"

Dad sighed heavily and upon hearing that, I knew something bad was coming.

"We can't help her… we don't know if these visions will affect our daughter at all. Jack said to send Brooke to him if she ever develops mind powers… I guess future-seeing is one."

I pictured him shrugging. But then I thought: they can't send me away!

"Oh Tyler… why can't-" Dad cut off Mom.

"The government is well aware of the growing numbers of mutants being born, Sarah. Scientist predict they'll be a fairly large population once we hit the twentieth-first century."

"But what can Jack-"

"Keep her out of sight." Her whispered.

"Tyler! She's not some kind of freak! She's our daughter!" Mom defended me.

My dad sighed again and said, "I know, Sarah, I know. But sooner or later, those visions will manifest. Sending her to Jack will be much safer."

"Fine!" With that, my mom stormed off into the bedroom, shut the door and I heard her sob all that night. I didn't sleep wink that night. They told me what I already heard, though I didn't mention I was eavesdropping. They sent me off to Uncle Jack's place a week after they told me.

Jack lived on a small farm. He actually was going to be a vet intern but I never did find out what happened to that. The house was pretty undersized compared to my urban house with my parents. It had three bedrooms, one bath, a small kitchen and a dining room stretched into a little family room. There was a basement where it was just mostly storage of animal food, horse riding gear and multiple other things I never investigated.

He owned one dog while I was there. A small Jack Russell Terrier named Bandit that followed Jack everywhere. Dad did always say he was an animal freak. There were three barn cats in the barn: Mama a tortoiseshell female cat who gave birth to a litter of kittens when I was fifteen and I helped deliver them; Smokey, the dark grey tabby tom who was the father of the one litter before he got ran over. It was very unpleasant and we buried him beneath the big oak that he loved to chase the little doves that came out of the barn during the early morning hours; then there was Johnnie, the old black and white tom that lived in the house. He spent most of his time warming up blankets with his fat body but he was very affectionate and when I was depressed, he was always right behind me to make me feel better.

With a farm, came a gentle rolling pasture complete with two horses.

There was a dapple grey gelding named Hurricane thought called Henry for short. He's very lazy, spending his time dozing in the sun or in the walk-in barn stalls from the connected pasture. He's gentle to all small creatures, except for Bandit who's a bit too nosy for him. He lets the cats rest on his back all the time.

When you want to ride him, you'll have to go through the whole procedure of having him accept the bit and then the saddle and so on. But he's a bit stubborn but loyal and smart, maybe a bit too smart for his own good. You know you can trust Henry when you need him.

Then there's the old gentle mare Jack rides. Lilly is a dusty black mare with a giant white star on her forehead and she has a back left white sock. She's very smooth to ride and keeps up with Henry easily when we take lazy rides in the nearby woods. She spokes easier than Henry though but she's kind. Jack doesn't let me ride her because she doesn't take well to new riders on her back.

Besides, it's Jack and myself all alone in the house with one fat cat and a nosy little dog. He had the farthest bedroom from the bathroom while I was right next to it. The third and smallest bedroom was his workspace. I wasn't allowed in there when he wasn't in there. He was very smart and easily explained to me when I had a question. Especially Science and Math; History he was terrible at and I normally beat him at that.

Jack also taught me that I could be able to control my visions slightly. He taught me self-defense and how to handle a gun when I was sixteen. It was then when we learned of my excelling dexterity and superhuman reflexes. I took to his fighting easily and slowly I began to question his ability. But Jack always beat me.

Mom and Dad would visit daily at first, but after a while, the days they came turned into weeks and slowly, weeks turned into months. When I was sixteen, they stopped coming. Jack left at midnight one night and came back at four p.m. the next afternoon. My parents were killed in a car accident.

For a couple of months, I grew very depressed but Jack kept me moving. He made me go to school, do my work and get it handed in on time and he kept me sane. I knew I would have lost it without my parents; as a child, I was always dependent on them. Decision-making, what to wear or whatever I couldn't decide on my own.

I wasn't ever sure if I enjoyed the freedom I had with Jack. He forced me into a think-for-yourself kind of girl; he knew that I had a head on my shoulders and made me use it. He said that you learn new things each day, good and bad, and that it's myself that must decide what is good and what is bad.

I graduated from my high school in the top percent of the whole grade. It's not because I didn't have a social fight, though I rarely dated I always had a large posse of friends (boys and girls) to hang out with, but I had nothing besides school, Jack and my tiny social life. There were also the animals but I could only fit riding in so much of the day.

I stayed with Jack for a while, trying to figure out my life. But my visions became very heavy. They were the most unusual things and the tiniest details of a larger picture I could never put together. It caused me great headaches and I missed a lot of work; Jack's multiple jobs slowly dropped to only two and I knew the farm would have to go if I didn't get my act together. I took on many jobs, putting off college and other plans for my future.

I helped Jack as best as I could but I always felt like I was failing him. He told me that he was very proud of me once; that he loved me more than a father-daughter, but a brother-sister relationship. I didn't tell him this but I knew he saved my life somehow.

My twentieth birthday came and past, then my twenty-first birthday, I still had to leave Jack's place. He didn't rush me but I noticed how he became more and more like his distant self from my childhood. He had warmed up to me so much; he was an easy guy to get along with but he had a temper when needed. Then suddenly, he's closing off to me.

He started to bring up college more and more; jobs in different towns. I had counteracted that with I wouldn't just abandon him like that. He responded to that saying that I was living my life, not 'abandoning' him.

Then I told him I contacted a friend and she was willing to take me in until I can find a place for myself. In less than a week, I had everything packed and closed off things with most of my jobs. I said a slightly tearful goodbye to all the animals, especially Johnnie and Henry. Then thanked Jack silently for everything, hugged him and left.

My friend only lived in a few small towns over and it was fairly large. Or at least, bigger than what I grew up in with Jack. Ashley was nice but we sort of kept to ourselves. She was nice enough to let me stay with her, in her apartment and I didn't want to get in her way. The months passed by gradually, like crawling snails.

My visions were still foggy. But after a while, the same one kept recurring.

Two strange men; one carries two swords, had brown hair; he was speaking but I didn't understand his words. The second had black hair, some Asian descendent and had two guns. I saw them standing outside an apartment door. I assumed Ashley but it appeared a bit different. Maybe a bit more aged.

Slowly, Christmas came and went. I spent it with Ashley back at Jack's place since her family was out of state. It was a happy time and I soon forgot about my visions. But when we had gotten back, Ashley cornered me and said that I was very distant lately. Often daydreaming and I told her I was; I was dreaming of college, seeing Jack again and other things. She ate up the lie easily and told me to take it easy. The time will come when it's ready.