Hey guys! This is Anastasia, I'm a crazy rebel who is also a fangirling nerd who loves everything. I always have some trick up my sleeve, but I would never be where I am today if it wasn't for my best friend, Annemarie. We are always up to no good, setting traps for annoying prying sisters (and exes), and starting fights (sometimes on purpose). My bff and I are writing this story on a collab fanfiction account are super excited! This is a crossover where Jack Dawson from the Titanic learns he is a mutant. I'll be writing the first chapter, and Annemarie will be joining us for the second chapter so I hope you guys enjoy! R/R please!

Chapter 1

"Don't let go, Jack," Rose whispered by my ear, clinging to my hands tightly. My face was ghostly pale, my lips bluer than my eyes, and my hair was caked in ice. Everything was numb and my fingers were glued together.

I flicked my eyes over at what remained of the ship that was said to be unsinkable. The iceberg had done the job well enough. The massive ship was in two halves, sinking slowly, some of the people still aboard. I closed my eyes, I could feel myself slipping.

Rose grasped my hands tighter, "I'll never let go, Jack," she said, sounding like she was trying to convince herself more than me. My heartbeat slowed, and I could feel my body calming.

"For the love of God, you can both fit on the raft, you didn't try very hard did you?" I open my eyes again, looking for the source of the voice. Seeing, over Rose's shoulder and past her reddish hair, I saw a man sitting on his own piece of raft, lighting a cigar between his teeth. He seemed to be wearing a leather jacket, and his hair was put in such a way it looked like he had horns. He had sideburns that led into a beard and a small mustache. He took a puff from his cigar. This is it, I thought, I'm going to die. I am hallucinating and I'm about to die. I closed my eyes again, ready to die.

"Who was that?" Rose said, and my eyes flashed open.

"You heard it, too?" I squeak out, my lips breaking the frost formed on them.

"Yes..." she said, turning around to the sight of the strange speaker. "Who are you?" she asked, and I tried to hold on a bit longer.

"My name is Wolverine, I'm from the future, from Xavier's school for gifted children, and I'm here to pick up him," he said, nodding his head towards me.

"Me?" I croak.

"Xavier's school for gifted children is a school for kids with 'special abilities' and you, Jack Dawson, would be very useful to us in the upcoming war," he stated.

"What are you saying?" I say in awe.

"You're a mutant, Jack," at this, Wolverine laughed to himself like it was something he'd been waiting to say all his life, or if it was some kind of inside joke.

Yup, it's official. I'm going crazy. "So, what are you going to do," I say, still somehow breathing, "take me to the future?" Rose gave me a shocked look, still latched onto my arms.

Suddenly, Wolverine leaned forward and took the cigar out of his mouth. "That's exactly what I'm going to do," he answered, his voice dead serious.