This is my first X-Men fanfic. I've written for Batman and Superman, but this is also my first Marvel fanfic, so don't blame me if it sucks. I had a hard time capturing Logan's character, so I had a little fun with it. I hope it's good, anyways...

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Alberta, Canada, the not too distant future

In the heavy snow, no one seemed to notice a sleek black jet land in the forest outside of town. A young man, no more that fifteen years old, emerged from it. Wearing only jeans and a jacket, he shivered. I didn't think Canada would be this cold…but what else was I supposed to expect? He laughed hollowly. I really am losing it. He brushed snow out of his long dark hair, looking around. Catching sight of a small cabin in the distance, he grinned. Maybe this will work out. But if half the stories I've heard about him are true…this won't be easy. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and walked towards the cabin.

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As he approached the door, he took a deep breath. I hope this is the right place. If it's not…well, maybe I'll be lucky enough to make off with a free dinner. The boy knocked on the door. A man with dark brown hair, smoking a cigar, opened the door, somewhat confused.

"What do you want?" the man asked gruffly.

"I'm looking for Logan," the boy said firmly. This isn't going to get any easier, is it? The man's eyes widened, if only for a split second.

"Sorry, I can't help you," he said quickly. The man started to close the door. The boy sighed.

"Liar," he said. He pushed the door open again. The boy looked the man in the eyes evenly, as if reading his thoughts. "You are Logan." The man rolled his eyes.

"Look, kid, I have no idea-" The boy cut him off.

"Don't try to fool me," he said coolly. "It never works." The man took a deep breath.

"All right, kid. I don't know where you heard that name, but you can go back where you came from and tell them I'm not interested," the man said, about to slam the door.

"Even if it involves a Dr. Jean Grey?" The man stuck his head out the door.

"Come in."

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"All right, you got me," the man said. "What do you know about Jean?" The boy took a deep breath.

"She was murdered last week," the boy said quietly, his eyes focusing on the fire in front of him. The man's mouth dropped open.

"What? How-"

"First, before I tell you anything, you have to swear you're who I think you are," the boy said fiercely.

"All right. I'm Logan. Happy?" he asked sarcastically.

"It'll have to do," the boy admitted. "She and Storm were out on a mission for the Professor-"

"Whoa, wait a minute," Logan stopped him. "The Professor is dead." The boy grinned.

"You need to get out more often," he said lightly. "Anyway, they were out on a mission, and only Storm came back. I had been waiting for the jet to land for the past few hours, like I always do, and she walked out of the jet alone. For a minute, I thought that she was still inside, setting the code. But I saw that Storm was having trouble walking, like she was crying. I ran out to her, and she just said…" The boy turned away, tears dripping down his face. "I don't know how. She won't talk about it, except to the Professor, and he can block my thoughts."

"Wait, you're-"

"Telepathic?" the boy asked, wiping tears away. Logan nodded slightly. "Yes. Among other things."

"What other things?" he asked curiously. The boy glared at him.

"All kinds of things," he responded. Logan's eyebrows narrowed. There's something very familiar about all this… "Why does it matter?"

"I guess it doesn't, kid," Logan said uncomfortably. "But what do you want from me?"

"There's another war coming," he said, staring at the snow through the window. "We're losing team members fast. We need you." Logan snorted into his beer.

"Hold on a minute. Professor Xavier sent you, a student, to retrieve a retired X-Man?" he asked incredulously. "Has he lost it?"

"I'm not exactly an average student," the boy replied. Logan raised his eyebrows.

"Oh, yeah? How so?"

"I'm the only class five mutant left," he said quietly. Logan laughed nervously. After my experience with the Phoenix… The boy smiled, like he had been expecting it.

"Don't worry. I won't blow up your house or anything," he responded.

"I still don't know what you're doing here," Logan admitted.

"I told you, the Professor-" Logan shook his head.

"No, it's more personal for you, isn't it?" Logan asked. "Trust me, I wrote the book. What's goin' on, kid?"

"What're you talking about? I'm just doing my job," he said, a false smile on his face. Then he frowned. He stood up abruptly, saying, "You know what? I'm not just gonna sit around while everyone else fights. My mother is dead…and no one will tell me why." Logan's eyebrows narrowed in thought.

"Your mother?" he asked. Then a thought struck him. Jean? "What's your name?" The boy smiled softly.

"Michael…Michael Grey." Logan stared at him, open-mouthed. His beer tilted on the edge of the table dangerously. Jean's son? With…Scott?

"I'm sorry," Logan said. "About your mother, I mean." Michael shrugged it off.

"Don't be," he said. "It wasn't your fault." He took a deep breath, fully aware Logan was watching him. Tears streamed down his tanned cheeks and he turned around, away from Logan. He felt a strong hand on his shoulder. Surprised, Michael looked up.

"It's all right, kid," Logan said quietly. "It'll be all right. I'm sure you've got your father to take care of ya, and the Professor-"

"You're right about the Professor," Michael responded. "But I don't exactly have a father." Logan studied him, intrigued. No father? He took a deep breath.

"Look…I'll come back with you," he said slowly, as if contemplating his words. "Jean…meant a lot to me…and if anything could be done to find her killer…I'm willing to help." Michael's eyes lit up. Maybe this Logan guy isn't that bad after all.

"Thanks." Logan put a jacket on over his flannel shirt, heading towards the door.

"No thanks needed," he replied nonchalantly. "It gets kinda lonely out here, anyway." Michael smiled. Sure, that's what you want me to think… Then Logan looked up, confused. "Kid…how'd you get here?"

"Took the jet."

"By yourself?" he asked warily. Michael raised his eyebrows. Umm…duh?

"I told you…I'm different than other mutants." Logan sighed, closing the door to his cabin, stepping out into the cold. I guess I'm out of retirement.

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Why didn't she ever tell me? Oh, Jean…if you knew how much I loved you… Logan's saddened face stared out the window of the jet. I still don't like flying… Michael, in the pilot's seat, snorted.

"Afraid of heights?" he asked incredulously. "I really wasn't expecting that."

"Zip it, kid," Logan snarled. "Keep your eyes on…" Michael laughed again.

"On what, the clouds?" he asked. Logan closed his eyes. His thoughts drifted back to Jean.

"Don't make me do this," she said.

"Do what?"

"This," she responded. She looked away from him and left him standing there.

"You loved her," Michael said quietly. "You really did, didn't you?"

"Look, kid, that's in the past, all right?" Logan said heavily. "Don't worry about it." The controls beeped. Reluctantly, Michael looked at the screen.

"We're coming up on the mansion," he called back to Logan. "Hang on, I'll take us down." The basketball court split in two, and the engines cooled. Michael grinned. We're back. Logan sighed heavily, thinking the same thing. I'm finally back. Wolverine…officially signed on. Again. Forever.

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Professor Charles Xavier looked out his office's window, smiling. This day will definitely be interesting. He heard a familiar voice inside his head.

We're back. Professor, I got him. Xavier closed his eyes. This will be an interesting day indeed.

"Good."

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"Good morning, Professor!" Michael said brightly. "I bring your guest." Xavier smiled. It's amazing how much he is like Jean and-

"Good morning, Michael," he responded. Logan wandered into the room, a smirk on his face. "And Logan. It's been a while, hasn't it?" Logan nodded curtly. I need to avenge Jean. Justice needs to be served. If I find her killer, I'll- "Logan…" Xavier warned. Logan's eyes widened and he glared at the Professor.

"You read my thoughts," he accused.

"Sometimes, it's necessary, Logan," Xavier noted. Logan's eyes flamed, and he growled. Michael watched him, confused. What the hell? Who is this guy?

"You think you can just-" Logan's claws began to protrude from his hands, though not noticed by Michael. Michael's breath became shattered. Oh, God… Logan slowly approached the Professor, growling. Xavier closed his eyes, but no amount of telepathy could stop him. Michael jumped between them, his dark eyes focused angrily on Logan. Silver claws slid out of his fists. Michael pointed them directly at Logan's chest. Logan's mouth slid open.

"Don't you dare touch him," Michael growled. His claws retracted, and he glared at Logan. He left the room, not looking back. Logan, with himself under control, turned to Xavier, gaping at the door. He looked back and forth, pointing from the Professor to the door where Michael had left. The Professor smiled. It's about time, Logan.

Adamantium? What the hell is going on here?

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Did it make any sense to you? If not, that's okay, it's supposed to be kind of vague. If it kind of sucks, sorry, but I originally wrote it as a script, and decided to transfer it into a story. Please review, I want to know suggestions on how to improve Logan's character. Thanks for being such a great audience!

Jason