Author's Note: I don't own X-Men. This has been spinning in my head since Day's of Future Past and now that Apocalypse is out I'm finally inspired enough to write it up.

Summary: Wicked was supposed to forget like everybody else. She was supposed to forget the war, the pain and all the deaths she was forced to witness. But something went wrong. Now stuck in the past she has to make sure the future she was born in never comes to pass. With an Apocalypse on the horizon can the X-Men of the past accept her? In a world of gods what can a human do? (DOFP onwards)

My Future is Not Set

"The future: a dark, desolate world. A world of war, suffering, loss on both sides. Mutants, and the humans who dared to help them, fighting an enemy we cannot defeat. Are we destined down this path, destined to destroy ourselves like so many species before us? Or can we evolve fast enough to change ourselves... change our fate? Is the future truly set?"- Professor Xavier

Chapter One: One Last Shot

"Warpath look out!" I shouted and grabbed him around the waist, pulling him to cover. He crouched next to me and ducked his head. The blast meant to hit him just barely missing, the heat blasting our faces.

It was chaos.

The sentinels had found us. They always found us. In the past Kitty had been able to send Bishop back in time to warn us, but there'd be no escape now. Logan wasn't done and we had to give him and Kitty all the time we could get.

Storm had been the first to fall. The wave of lightning she'd sent at the sentinel carriers. It hadn't even bought us a minute.

Next had been Bishop, then Colossus and Sunfire.

I had screamed when the sentinels ripped off one of Sunfire's arms. He'd kept blasting fire at his attackers until several pierced his chest with their knife like arms.

We were failing. Only Blink, Warpath and I remained.

Blink redirected the sentinel's blasts with her portals, but her luck would soon ware off.

I reloaded my plasma guns where Warpath and I were crouched behind a fallen wall of the temple. It was terrible cover. He moved to attack, but I grabbed his arm before he could run out. I wasn't ready to say goodbye to my best friend. He just squeezed my hand and ran to jump, his mutation propelling him high and up onto the back of a sentinels.

Pulling his twin blades from his belt, he jammed them into the machine's neck and stabbed at the wires underneath its armor. It wasn't enough to stop it, just at the most slow it down.

Logan and Kitty weren't done yet, though we wouldn't be able to tell when they had succeeded. The world would just change and none of us would be the wiser. I was almost sad to be forgetting everyone, almost. So many family and friends slaughtered. The hell would be having to remember all this, I pitied Logan.

Rolling across the ground I came up back to back with Blink still deflecting the sentinel's. I pulled out my plasma guns from my belt and began firing. Blue energy exploded out the ends and disintegrated the sentinel's armor where it hit. But it was feeble, where one went down another took its place. I felt powerless, and I was powerless. The irony that I, the weakest of the team would survive to watch all the powerful fall wasn't lost on me.

Tears streamed down my face and I kept shooting. Screams of agony assaulted my ears until those screams fell to silence. The sentinel Warpath had been attacking reached up and pulled him down, burning his body away. Another friend gone.

Now it was just Blink and I. Metal screeched as Magneto's barricade was torn apart. The sentinels had broken through the entrance to the temple.

And the sentinels just kept coming, to many. Another few seconds and we'd be overwhelmed. Blink threw her portal's more and more frantically, not even looking anymore in a desperate attempt to keep the blasts away from us.

Blink, Wicked. Get to safety. Now. The Professor's familiar voice spoke in our head.

So that was it then. We'd lost. The Professor wanted to make sure at least a few of us survived. As long as even one X-Man survived, then there was hope. That's what he said before we began our last shot to save the world. We failed the world.

Blink grabbed my arm and with her other hand threw a portal in front of us and shoved me through.

I'd been through Blink's portals a hundred times before and the trip was always instant, one step and you were suddenly in another place. This trip was different, the second I went into her portal I felt a sharp pain in my stomach and I was jerked sideways, flying at a velocity that I didn't think a human could survive.

I landed hard on my back, setting my head ringing. Wherever I was it was bright. It smelled of pine and evergreens, not ash. Everywhere smelled of ash. What the hell…?

Gasps rang out as I pulled myself to my knees and I felt numerous eyes on me but my gaze was focused on the still open portal ten feet away.

"Blink!" She hadn't come through yet, I could see her still deflecting the sentinels on the other side. I scrambled to my feet, a blinding pain in my leg brought me to my knees. Something was definitely broken. "Blink run." I cried.

She heard me and turned her head in my direction. A blade dropped down from above blocking her escape. She threw a portal behind her, the blast aimed at her back was directed at another approaching sentinel. So close. Blink reached out, her hand came through on this side…a sentinel blade erupted through her chest yanking her backwards.

The screams of children mixed with my own.

"Blink!" I jumped up, heedless of the pain on my leg and ran to the rapidly closing portal. I was so close, it was too late I knew this but I didn't care.

The portal slipped closed moments before I reached it and I plowed right into a solid wood wall.

"No!" I punched the wood, "No nononono! Come back!" My fists were a blur, one slamming into the wood after another. I didn't stop even when my uniform's gloves broke open exposing my knuckles and the wood started to splinter. "Come back."

"Come back, please come back." Sobs tore into my chest and I hit the wall feebly one last time, my arms were so tired. Pressing my back to the wall I slid down till I hit the ground, my legs splayed out around me, one bent at a horrible angle.

I starred at the tiled floor under me, but in my peripheral vision I saw a crowd gathering around. If they attacked I didn't care. I know you wanted me to keep fighting Professor, I thought, but I just can't anymore. I'm sorry.

Silence hung thick in the air, only the heavy breathing from those gathered around.

"Hank." A young man's voice spoke uneasily. "Get help."

A single set of footsteps ran off.

A whirring sound like mechanical wheels rolled closer. When they stopped in front of me I glanced up, a man with shoulder length brown hair started down at me, eyes wide in shock and yet also understanding. He reached his hand towards my head and I instinctively flinched away, my back hitting the wall behind me with a loud thud. My breathing was ragged and I threw a hand up to block him.

His brows furrowed in concern. You're safe I promise you. The man's voice spoke in my head. Again he reached down, slower this time and his fingertips brushed my temples.

Suddenly I felt sleepy and fell sideways, my eyes closing.

Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed. The way it stands I'm planning hopefully one chapter a week if not more this summer. Fav and follow if you'd like to see more. PS: If your looking a this story since I posted it I changed the name of my OC, it fit in better with my plans for this story, I promise this is the only major change to chapters I'll be making after the fact.