Way after X3. Twenty years into the future and Logan is left with little in his long life. When a mysterious girl offers an opportunity to fix the past he grabs the opportunity. But at what cost. I SWEAR IT'S A ROGAN! But also Sabretooth/OC.

Disclaimer note: I own nothing but Ren.


It would have been better if there was no suffering. But unfortunately there was to much suffering. He kept her going for fifteen years but she was human. She couldn't escape being human. Everyday he blamed himself. But he didn't understand why it was his fault. He only knew it was. It had taken ten years. Ten damn years for him to realise that he loved her. She was twenty nine and single. Things started good. Then she hit thirty. And then humanity snuck in. She was diagnosed with cancer, lung cancer. The cancer he would have got if he was human. But he wasn't. He stayed with her for five years, five years as she battled it out. Some days she just wanted him to hold her, other times she cursed him for being healthy. And then one day she did nothing at all.

There was a funeral for her but he didn't go. He let the Wolverine take over and just lived from day to day. He'd seen them all, the whole x-team, or what was left of them. They came for him, begging him to make peace with what happened. But he couldn't, not well somehow it was his fault. It was now five years since she died, ten since that day he finally kissed her and twenty since he'd last felt like he was broken. And yet it was different than the time Jean died. Yeah, he loved Jean. But the love never grew because he never got to explore it. Not like him and Marie. They explored a lot in that one year together. One year of bliss before humanity struck.

He sighed and looked at the crumpled heap of humanity on the floor. He beat each challenger senseless. They deserved it. The Wolverine was angered at them for taking his mate away. Humanity created the cure, and she took it. If she didn't, he could have saved her. Sometimes immortality sucked. He sighed and climbed out of the cage. He sat at the bar and the owner put down a beer for him. He drank it in one gulp, allowing the one minute of glazed numbness flicker in his brain before his damn healing power worked. Rogue was right, mutant abilities were a curse.

"Logan, right?"

He frowned and looked to his right. There was a girl on the seat next to him. She had long black hair and deep violet eyes. She was dressed in a black t-shirt, jeans and red sneakers. She smiled at him and tilted her head to the side.

"I won't bite."

He turned his attention back to his second beer.

"You've got the wrong guy."

"Yeah sure. Look I think I can help you."

"Get lost kid."

"Err, no."

He growled and let his claws retract in and out. To his surprise she let out a short laugh.

"I'm not scared. You can throw a tantrum but I'm here to help you. You know I'm not lying."

He sniffed and knew she was telling the truth. He sighed and felt fear and irritation coming from the bartender. Mutant friendly places had their limits. The girl seemed to notice this too as she looked around with a thoughtful expression. He stood up and paid the bill before storming outside. He sighed as he came to his truck and leaned against it. The girl came out a few minutes later, small rucksack hanging loosely on her shoulder. She smiled at him and leaned against the car opposite his truck, so that she could face him.

"Can I help you?" he asked harshly.

"Like I said, I'm here to help you."

"No-one can help me."

"Gee, you're a bundle of sunshine." she mumbled.

He growled and became annoyed as she giggled. Then her face became serious. She looked away as if staring at something in the distance.

"If you could go back in time, would you?"

"What kind of question is that?"

She dragged her eyes to meet his and he watched as they seemed to darken.

"Would you?" she asked, her voice colder than before.

"You have no idea, kid."

"I know someone. Someone who has a machine…"

"But?"

"What makes you think there's a but?"

He growled and she rolled her eyes.

"I know, I know. There always is one. Yeah, the but here would be that you can only go back once to a specific time. You automatically re-materialize with your present self."

"Do you still remember the future?"

"Sure, what's the use of changing the past if you don't know the future."

"I don't know. Sounds to good to be true."

"I went to the x-mansion. They told me about you."

He smelt the lie. She was right about going to the mansion but lying about them telling her about him. His claws slid out and he pinned her to the car.

"That's a lie."

"I'm not scared. Kill me. But that won't bring her back."

His claws moved closer, one almost nicking her skin. But there was no fear in her eyes. She just looked desperate.

"Come on, anything is better than this future." she whispered.

He sighed and retracted his claws. Moving back he rubbed his cheek.

"What do you want?"

"Yeah, before we get there, let's start with you. Remember you can only change one moment. Only one person gets to live."

"And I have to make this decision now?"

"Nope, besides I don't want you regretting things. How do feel about road trips?"

"Alone, they're good."

"And with company?"

He simply growled and climbed in his truck. He waited as she scrambled in other side. She kept her rucksack firmly between her legs and buckled up.

"So, I guess this is a yes?"

He started the truck and hit the road.

"Where we headed?" he asked.

"Mexico."

"Fuck no!"

"Oh come on Logie bear! It won't be that bad."

"Two things, first don't EVER call me that again and secondly, can't we just fly there?"

"No."

"Why the hell not?"

"Two things, I get sick while flying and secondly last time I checked your bones were laced with adamantium not feathers."

"It's not actually a problem-"

"No." she snapped.

He growled but she just rolled her eyes and stared out of the window. He then realised the first thing he should of asked her.

"You got a name?"

She smiled and turned her head towards him.

"Ren."

"Isn't that a bird?"

"It's short for Serenity. Duh!"

He grunted and refocused on the road. He was doing this for Marie. That's all he had to remember. Her face sprang to his mind and stirred up grief inside him. He heard a sigh from the left. A long, tired sigh that made no sense at all.


A/N: I might change the main title.