A/n: Alright so recently I got a new game for X-Men, well two, and I wanted to write another story for it. I got this idea from the game, soooo yeah, but it uses points from the movie. This is also to clear my mind so I can write more chapters to my Avengers story...

Always There for You 01

Finding Jimmy

He had been looking for a long time, not knowing when he would find him. However, when he would find him, he was never going to let him go again, he wasn't walking away again. Who knew his brother was an X-man now. One minor setback, but he would always be there for him...Even if the world tried to tear them apart. "We're brothers Jimmy, and we're there for one another. Always."

He had been searching for all so long, not having any idea where his little brother just happened to be. He was worried for the most part, not sure what to make of his brother being missing. He should never have left him, never, that was his mistake. He knew Jimmy had left him once before, but then he left. Now his brother was missing. Victor Creed was looking for his younger brother James...but to him, he was Jimmy. He was his, Jimmy was his.

And finally, he found Jimmy.

Victor sat in a tree, watching his little brother around those young little brats. He was apparently a teacher, and an X-Man, that was clue enough from the outfit he had on. An X-Man, a lowly mutant that did not suit his little brother at all. He hated that his brother was reduced to...a lowly mutant that was part of the X-Men, a low group all in its self. Why in the world was his brother acting that stupid? He had no idea. The thing that bugged him the most...well, that was obvious. He wasn't being noticed. He should have been noticed as soon as he was within the area that his brother was...

"Alright." He tuned in on his brother's voice as he started to speak. "I think dat's is enough for taday. Why dun you all go see Jean bout' some dinner?" He said and some nodded while others hesitated and then headed inside silently. Victor watched silently, and then smiled some. He had been noticed apparently, and his brother clearly knew the kids were in danger to be around him at the moment. Finally, his brother turned around. "Who's there?" He called.

Victor chuckled before he drug himself out of the tree and landed on his feet. "Ah, you did spot me Jimmy." He chuckled and the man before him looked confused at the name. Victor frowned at this, what had happened to him to make him forget his own brother? He sighed and approached him slowly. "Jimmy...what has happened? Did ya forget yer own brother?" Fear flashed in his brother's eyes and he took a step back, claws sliding out.

"I ain't yer brother." Jimmy replied. "I ain't this Jimmy fella either. My name is Logan, got that right?" He hissed. "Now get back before I happen to slice and dice ya bub!" He warned, and showed his claws for proof that he would indeed do that.

Victor sighed. He reached out and touched his little brother's claws with his hand and ran a finger down it slowly. He made a deep purring like noise and looked at his brother. A fear crossed Jimmy's eyes for a moment, and he became still for a moment. "Jimmy..." Victor murmured and looked his brother in the eye. "You really don't remember me do you?" He sighed softly and closed his eyes for a moment before someone yelled.

"Logan! Come on! Are you going to eat or not?" Jimmy turned and moved away from Victor as the voice reached his ears. He began to walk away and as he did he clearly said.

"I ain't this Jimmy person and I never will be. Now leave me alone and go into yer little delusional world." Jimmy huffed and walked down the pathway leading inside. A red-head stood next to another waiting for him. Victor growled and reached out, catching his brother's hand in his own. Jimmy spun around and slashed his face. He seemed to watch horrified as Victor's face healed slowly. "No…you…"

"Have ta healing factor as well." Victor finished and licked his lips from the blood there. Jimmy was shocked, and he had clearly not expected someone to have the same ability that he happened to have as well. "Shocked I see…doesn't this prove that we are brothers Jimmy?" He asked. Jimmy looked at him and then shook his head.

"Hell no," Jimmy said, "I ain't yer brother. I have no memory since fifteen years ago, and I know, you would have been there if you were my brother in those years. Ya weren't, that tells me enough, bub." The reply was rather on the dot, but Victor had his reasons.

"That is because you went missin." Victor replied and sighed some. "I have been lookin' for you for all of those years Jimmy. I was worried…I didn't have any idea where ya happened to be. For all of those years, I looked, looked, and looked, searchin day and night for ya." He pulled his brother back k and sighed some. "You dun know the shock I was in to find you here. Yer not weak like these people Jimmy, you dun belong here at all." Victor sighed. "Yer a feral like me and it will always be that way…" He put a hand on his brother's face; fear was back in Jimmy's eyes.

He opened his mouth to reply before- "Logan! Hurry it up already…who the hell are you?" The red head yelled and ran from the door. The man with her ran after her, both looking ready to attack Victor. Victor growled and grabbed his little brother's shoulders. He wasn't about to leave without him but…if he had to, he would come back later to take him home. He wasn't leaving him ever again, and his little brother wasn't going to leave him any time soon either.

"I'll be back Jimmy, and when I come back, yer not comin' back here ever. We're gonna be brothers again, with no one in between. No one will take us apart again." He hissed into Jimmy's ear before he turned and took off running before he was attack. Jimmy watched him, every movement, before closing his eyes. Before the words hit his mind or made sense, he whispered.

"I'll be waitin for ya Victor... Ya promised to always be there for me."

Logan took a deep breath and closed his eyes slowly. He sat at the dinner table with the others; everyone was being rather loud about this and that. Jean and Scott had lectured him on what had happened, but he had just tuned them out all together after a while. He growled some when he saw Kitty walk through a wall, running from Kurt, the two playing some kind of tag. He ran a hand through his hair and finally got up. He ignored Jean's look that told him to stay and left the room.

He headed upstairs silently, his mind still on the man that had come after him. He called him his brother, had the same healing factor as him, and he kind of did look like him a bit. The only problem would be his memory loss, he had no idea who the man really was. He kind of wanted to ask Chuck or Jean to read his mind, but that wouldn't do him much good as he thought about it, he would probably get lectured more from Jean or Chuck. That just made his head hurt more overall. He sighed softly and closed his eyes as he leaned onto the door for his room.

What's wrong Logan? I can sense that something is bugging you. Logan curled smile barley and sighed a bit. Chuck knew just when to interrupt his thoughts. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He wondered what to do exactly, if he told the other what was wrong... He would be admitting something that he didn't want to.

"I'm fine." He muttered and opened the door. "I just need ta get some things clear in my head, that's all. Other than that, I'll be fine." He chuckled a bit as he thought about it all again and went into his room before he happened to hear Scott's footsteps, he had memorized mostly everyone's footsteps by now to be safe. He yawned and turned to face the other man as he appeared in the doorway.

"Jean wanted me to make sure your doing alright." Scott said and leaned back on the doorframe. "I was just going to tell her yes, but you look like a damn mess Logan." He sighed. Logan shrugged and sat down on his bed, he didn't care much.

"So? I'm just thinkin' about a lot of things." He replied and watched the other stand straight, sighing. "What? You think there is something more don't ya?" He asked and crossed his arms. Scott nodded a little and waited for an answer to that. "...it's none of yer business what I happen to have my mind on, because it's my mind."

"But something is bugging you, and whatever it is, it has to do with that guy from earlier." Scott dead-panned, arms crossed. Logan sighed some and shook his head a little bit to the others words, and then closed his eyes slowly. "Come on Logan, you know I'm right. What in the world happened to get you like this? It seriously isn't normal for you to be like this."

"Yeah, it ain't Scotty." Logan said and leaned back against the wall, still sitting on his bed. "But, ya know, I dunno who I really am to begin with." He hated admitting that, but he wasn't sure with this information he had learned from that other person earlier. He ran a hand through his hair. "Apparently I am someone that I can't remember. Not ta surprisin' considerin' that I lost my memory fifteen years ago but...still…"

"And who would this other person be Logan?" Scott asked and watched the other's movements. He sighed as Logan looked out the window. He was probably trying to figure out how to explain what he was supposed to say. There was a long silence before Logan finally spoke.

"He called me Jimmy…" Logan admitted. "He said I was his brother, and that I forgot everything." His eyes closed. "And I felt like that was my name. Jimmy…that name made me feel like I was someone else, but that was who I really was supposed ta be. I don't know why Scotty…it's…odd ta me, but I feel like it's really true."

"Logan, I highly doubt you are this 'Jimmy' person. If you were, you probably would have known that name instead of Logan." Scott said, considering that Logan had known his name was that when he had seen it. However, it made no sense to him how someone could show up after so long and claim he was Logan's brother. "Besides, I think you would at least remember your own brother." Logan nodded to that and then sighed, running a hand through his hair again.

"I thought that to Scotty…there are just a few little problems with that thought… He has a healin' factor like I do, claws, and… I feel like I know him." Logan shook his head. "It makes no sense ta me, but I have feelings that are conflictin with what I should be thinkin about him ya know?"

Scott sighed some then nodded. "I get it, you feel like you aren't alone in this when you see someone is like you…" He said, and Logan nodded in response. "But, you don't know for sure if you are really brothers or not, or he is just leading you on or something." He said before he felt a hand on his shoulder. He glanced back then smiled weakly at Jean. She smiled back then looked at Logan.

"I heard what you two were talking about…maybe if you could get some of his DNA, I could test and see if you two are really related or not." She offered and Logan paused. He considered it for a moment then nodded. That sounded like a plan considering that he had no idea if the other male was his brother, and he didn't want to be near him if he lied to him about this. "Alright then, all you have to do is get something like a hair, and we can test it." She nodded and smiled. "I promise you Logan, we'll figure this out somehow or another. Now, Scott and I will leave you to rest." She smiled and left the room, Scott following silently.

Logan sighed and closed his eyes slowly.

I found myself in a forest, running as fast as I could. I was a young little boy running behind another. His hand held mine tight, not letting me fall. He looked determined to keep running, even as I tripped. As I hit the ground, he picked me back up and looked into my eyes. I was shocked to see that he was not leaving me behind. "Come on Jimmy, we have to keep runnin'. There is no other choice for us. But I promise you right now, I'm not leavin' ya behind. We're brother's Jimmy, and we stick together no matter what happens."

Tied to posts, and guns pointing at us. I had no idea what to do but to wait for them to realize that we didn't die after they shot us. Then, we would make our move. We would break free, and then we would carry out orders, and kill them all. It was just a matter of waiting for Victor's signal to make me attack.

My throat felt dry as I stood, blood splattered on my hands. I couldn't take it anymore, and I started walking away. "Jimmy!" He called after me, but I didn't look back. I was done, I wasn't doing this anymore. I wasn't going to kill anyone anymore. It was over.

I felt sick as I looked at her body, her lying dead before me, and her eyes closed. I hated it; I hadn't been able to protect her. I had let him harm her, and now she was gone. I hated him, I wanted to kill him. I had to kill him, and I would no matter what.

His claws were at my throat, and mine were at his. We looked each other in the eyes and I swallowed. Why did I let it come to this? I don't know, but now I hate it all so much. I closed my eyes slowly and took a deep breath. "How did we let it get this far Vic?"

"I don't know Jimmy…but it won't end here….I won't let you be alone."

"Logan! Logan wake up!" A voice cried and Logan's eyes snapped open. He found himself with his claws out, and he had one stuck in the wall next to Jean's head, and the other was logged into a cabinet. He took a few deep shaky breaths and moved back slowly, shaking. What had he done? He looked around, and found that he was in the hallway, and he had destroyed the walls, and anything in it. He shook as he looked at the damage, and noted all of the kids staring at him, Scott ready to attack, Storm looking worried, but ready to attack as well. Chuck was looking worried, but he was silent. Logan swallowed and moved away, backing against a torn up wall, eyes full of fear. His heart beat faster in his chest that he could understand.

"Logan." Chuck finally spoke and Logan looked at him, trying to remain as calm as he could. He did not want anyone to freak out. "What were you dreaming about?" He asked slowly, and Logan had to find some way to explain what he had dreamt, but he didn't even know. He retracted his claws as he was failed in making the words he wanted to say come out.

"…I dunno what I dreamt." Finally, he said it. His eyes showed the fear and feelings he had hidden until now. "I have no idea what I just dreamt." His breath still shook, and so did he. He was a mess, and he knew it. Something was going on that he didn't know, and it started with the man from earlier. He knew that. He closed his eyes slowly and took a deep breath. Chuck sighed and closed his eyes, hands going to his head. He was tuning into Logan's mind to find out what was wrong. His eyes opened, and widened as he found that he could not access Logan's mind. He looked at him.

"Something is keeping me from your mind…and I don't know what it is."