AN: My first X-Men fanfic! Set after the events of the Last Stand and right before the events of The Wolverine. I don't own any characters except Kaia. Please read and review and let me know what you think…

Ps: I have posted this before but decided to restart the story afresh. So if it seems familiar - it is! Under my old penname Passionflower1313.

Chapter One: It's History

"Logan!"

Ugh.

Logan reluctantly lifted his head from where it was buried in the covers, frowning in the darkness. A small sliver of sunshine shone through the curtains. "What?" He barked grumpily. After a beat of silence, the voice responded. "Get up. Someone's here for ya."

Logan's brow furrowed as he reluctantly dragged himself into an upward position. Standing slowly and stretching out his sore, aching muscles, he clicked his neck, catching his reflection in the small cracked mirror hanging on the cabin wall. He paused, looking at the face that stared back at him. He looked the same, but he had grown a heavy, bedraggled beard and had dark circles under his eyes. Frankly, he looked like shit.

Whatever. Logan picked up the nearest thing to him (a not yet smoked cigar) and threw it at his reflection, leaning down to pull on jeans and a thick black hoodie. His leather jacket remained untouched on the floor. He looked at it, sighing inwardly for a moment. Everything was different.

"Logan?"

He rolled his eyes, throwing open the door aggressively. "Alright, alright." A portly, grinning man stood before him, a big cowboy hat perched on his head.

"Be polite. Manners never got no one anywhere." He told him pointedly, his Southern twang ringing through his words.

Logan gave him the finger in response.

"Someone's here to see you." The man ignored him, one eyebrow cocked. Logan frowned. "Who? How? No one knows I'm here." He muttered, and the man shrugged. "Dunno. You should probably go check it out though." Logan nodded brusquely, pausing.

"Thanks." He mumbled, and the man smiled. "Go on. It's about time you had a friend visit." He said warmly, as Logan headed towards the stairs, wondering who from his past was waiting for him.

Ororo Monroe looked around the room, her nose wrinkled slightly. It was a ranch, and the kitchen was nothing short of unhygienic. She felt out of place in her neatly pressed clothes and newly cropped hair, so she stood instead, by the bar. She let her mind wander to everything that had happened since she had last seen the Wolverine. How am I going to tell him? She wondered idly.

"Storm." Logan's voice, familiar, interrupted her thoughts. She whirled around, her eyes widening slightly in surprise. The man in front of her looked so different to the confident, brash Logan she knew and remembered. His eyes were cold and guarded, his mouth set in a firm line. His face completely covered in facial hair, his big physique hidden in an even bigger jumper.

"Logan. It's so good to see you." Ororo said warmly, as Logan strode down the stairs.

"What is it?" he asked shortly. "Let's get to the point. And how did you find me?"

Storm froze for a moment. "Maybe you should sit down." She offered, but Logan shook his head. "I'm perfectly fine standing."

Ororo nodded, sighing, and crossed her arms. "We located you with one of the new students from the school. And I'm here because… we need you to come back." No sooner had the words left her mouth when Logan scoffed loudly. "No."

"Logan, it's more complicated than-"

"No." His voice was steely, final. Ororo hesitated.

"It's about your past." She began hesitantly. She took Logan's answering silence as a cue to continue. "We found something."

Kaia woke up in an unfamiliar room.

She woke up without opening her eyes. It was something she was always careful about doing, allowing her senses to be heightened in the moment she woke up.

Prick.

Moving in a flash, she sat up, grabbing whoever it was that was injecting her arm, holding them up against a wall in an instant. Her dark eyes met blue, and she tightened her grip on his neck. He choked out something garbled that vaguely resembled the word "Stop", and she released him, leaving him gasping on the floor. She glanced at him quickly, taking him in- he was blonde, tall, and extremely broad shouldered. A slight ripple of shock jarred her system, before she briskly shook her head.

It's not him, Kaia.

He looked up at her, a mixture of confusion and fear in his eyes. She glanced down at herself, ripping off the small wires patched on her body. Where the hell am I? She turned, leaving the room, dressed only in a small white hospital slip. Her raven black tresses were a sharp contrast against the white, but when she stepped into the corridor, where everything was sleek and blue, she felt a bit safer.

Looking around frantically for something warmer to wear, she found a small drawer, pulling open a grey zip hoodie and throwing it on. She rushed down the corridor, feeling mounting fear and worry, looking down at her arm and wondering who it was that was trying to inject her. What they had tried to inject her with.

Looking up, she saw an elevator at the end of the hallway, and breaking into a sprint, was safely in the elevator. When the door rang and it opened at the top floor, she found herself in a library-like room. Inside it was a mix of people, two bright blue mutants, one covered in biblical carvings and the other covered in fur. It didn't faze her, in an instant; she had taken in the others taking up the room- a petite girl with streaky hair and a good looking young man, blonde. All mutants. And they all turned and looked at her in surprise.

Kaia reacted instantly. "Who the hell are you?" She snapped out, and one of the blue men, the furry one, stood up.

"Calm down," He said soothingly, stepping towards her, and reacting instinctively, Kaia growled, slamming her arms beside her body as long metallic claws shot out between her knuckles.

"What do you mean, she's like me?" Logan questioned. Storm was sitting at one of the tables, having explained the situation. "She has adamantium fused to her skeleton exactly the same as you. She has the ability to heal. And… we're not sure, but she may have her memories."

Logan let a heavy breath escape his lips, shocked. "And you just… found her?"

Storm frowned. "I was having odd dreams. Dreams of Charles… Charles telling me to go to her apartment in Brooklyn, find her before anyone else did, so a group of us went to go check it out. And when Warren and I went inside, we discovered her unconscious, and another mutant hunched over her body. He disappeared before we got get a good hold on him and we took her back to the mansion."

Logan nodded, absorbed in thought. "If I come back," He said slowly. "It's not to be part of the X-Men again. It's not to do anything like that. I'm coming to talk to this girl, see if she can help me. And if not, I'm leaving."

Storm nodded, relief passing across her delicate features. "She's still in a coma," She explained. "But when she wakes up she might be disoriented. We need you. And you might need her too."

Logan shrugged, standing up. "We'll see. Let me get my stuff." He said gruffly, and Storm watched his retreating back, smiling despite herself.

"What do you mean you couldn't bring Kaia back?" He span on her, his eyes flashing. She shrugged apologetically.

"Some of those X-Men came." She said, her tone subservient. Her head was bowed.

"Well," He snarled, slamming a fist down. "She's ours. Bring her to me. I don't care at what cost."

She looked at him, her eyes a kaleidoscope of different emotions.

At last, she nodded. "Yes sir." He smiled slowly, picking up a glass of scotch and taking a long sip. "Good girl."

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