What If?

Chapter One: The New Mutant

Note: Just a weird idea I had sitting here. Follow along if you like
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I don't remember much

What is there to remember?

I remember an explosion, flying through the air as glass and debris zoomed beside me. I hit the asphalt and roll

The next thing I see

Blackness

I awake to the pulling of my arm, by a uniformed officer

"Must be another drunk" he says to his partner, who laughs at the joke

I groggily open my eyes, they roll back into my head as I make a sound

"Looks like he is awake" The first cop says

"Where am I?"

My eyes snap wide and I look around, the lights of a big city surround me

"Man you must be trashed" the first cop says "I am Office Barton, this is my partner Officer Jackson"

Jackson nods

"Can you tell us your name?" Barton asks to me

I struggle through my memories, a large welt growing on the back of my head

"Its John Ramsey" I say

Jackson bends down and picks up a wallet, he flips it open. He stares at the picture, then at me, then back to the picture. He hands it to his partner who does the exact same thing. Jackson hands the wallet to me

"Says here your name is one Nathan Christopher Grey"

I shake my head

"What? My name is John Ramsey"

"That's not what this says. What says you get in the car and ride with us to the station"

I nod, attempting to struggle through the memories that black in and out. I climbed in the car and watched the lights fly back on the way back to their station. Where was I? My name wasn't Nathan Grey, my name was John

"Uhh guys" I say "Where am I?"

"You my friend are in one of the greatest cities in the world, New York City"

New York? That is impossible, I think. One minute I was in South Carolina the next...

Then it hits me

The explosion...

But how did I travel to New York?

And why do they think that I am Nathan?

I flip the wallet open, and stare at the picture, then at my reflection in the window. The picture matched my face, there was a social sercurity card inside, and a picture of a tall man with brown hair, he was wearing a pair of dark red sunglasses, he was standing with a tall striking woman with red hair. They appeared to be very happy, but where do I fall into the situation?

We arrive at the station, Jackson gets out of the car and opens my door, he wraps his arm around my arm, like I was a drunken felon

"Come on kid we will call your parents"

I nod, wanting this whole thing to be explained to me

The police station, its smelt of stale coffee and cigarettes. I sit in a small brown chair, its hard texture rocked in to my backside. I watch as Burton punches keys into a computer; he stares at my/Nate's license, finally a new page popped up. He writes a number down on a pad, he glances at me

"Xaiver Institute, huh?"

What was the Xaiver Institute?
He dials a number on the phone and waits patiently until someone picked up. He speaks quietly into the receiver; he glances back up to me, and then to the phone

I hear the words, amnesia, disheveled, head trauma

Who was he talking to?

He finally puts the receiver down, and crosses his hands in front of him

"I just spoke to your parents, the will be here soon"

"Impossible, I am John Ramsey. I am from South Carolina"

"Well, Mr. Ramsey"

The sarcasm reeked off his voice

"I just spoke to your parents, they have been worried sick about young man"

I look down to my/Nate's license. The birth date says that I should be sixteen

Impossible, I had just had my 20th birthday a week ago

I had de-aged?

The door swings open behind me; I hear rapid footsteps behind me

"Nate!!"

I turn to see the woman from the picture rush towards me, she kisses my forehead gently. I feel certain warmth feel my mind, like someone was probing my mind.

What was going on?

The woman pulls away and looks at me and nods

I hear a voice inside my head



A man clasps my shoulder in his hand

"You had us worried sport"

I look up to see the man from my picture in front of me, it was dark outside and yet he hadn't taken his sunglasses off

"Thank you officers for finding him" the sunglasses man said

"No problem, Mr. Summers. Just doing our job"

I felt that voice in my mind again



I looked back to the woman, who nodded and smiled at the officers. Her eyes caught my own, as if reassuring me.

What the hell was going on?

My "father" spoke to the officers before nodding to me, my "mother" helped me stand. They walked me out to a green SUV. The woman opened the door for me and I climbed in, lowering my head onto the soft seat, closing my eyes


Scott and Jean watched their son from the front seat

"He has amnesia Scott. He doesn't remember us" Jean said, tears trickled down her face

"Come now Jean, I think you and the professor can help him," Scott said

"That isn't the point. The point is that something happened to our child, and he doesn't remember it, nor who he is"

"We will figure it out tomorrow Jean, he is beat. Lets get him home and into his own bed. Tomorrow we will figure it out"

Jean nods

"Ok"

They drive off, leaving the city world behind. Nate/John slept soundly in the backseat.

If anyone could help him

It would be the X-Men
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There I hope you like it, give me a post and I will continue. Next up: Remembering

Till then

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