And the sequel begins. So I have Tony Stark aka Iron Man in this. Except he's not Iron Man in this, he's a mutant. The song for this chapter, which I highly recommend listening to when reading this is "Breathe" by He Is We Don't start the song till I say, It's in there when to start it. Logan will be in the next chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own X-men, wolverine, marvel, ect...

It had been ten years. Tens years since Trixie had pulled her off the ground in the pouring rain, and taken care of her. Ten years since Trixie had become the only person she talked to about Logan. Ten years since she had escaped from the hell hole that took so much from her. Ten years since she lost her unborn child... Ten years since she'd watched Logan die.

She was sitting in the kitchen of the mansion. It was her, Trixie, Scott, and Jean.

Personally she didn't care for Jean, a fact that she made quite obvious. The feeling was mutual between the two of them. Although Jean was a little nicer, due to the fact she was scared of Brooke.

Scott was okay. He was a little preppy, the pretty boy type. He could be a little obnoxious sometimes, and they'd gotten into it a few times, but nothing to bad. He meant well... most of the time.

Then there was Trixie. She was the one who found her in the woods that day, passed out in the rain. She had taken care of her, listened to her, and helped her without any judgement. She told her about Logan, about her unborn child. She did leave some things out though. Some things are better forgotten. Although, actually forgetting is a task she can't seem to accomplish.

Scott had just returned from a mission, and was telling them all about. Not that Brooke was actually listening.

She got up to make something to eat. She'd skipped breakfast for an early danger room session. She was planning on leaving tonight. She never stayed for more than a few months at a time, but she always came back.

Trixie hated that she left all the time to do God knows what, but she never stopped her. She knew it was what she needed. To feel free, uncaged.

She turned when she heard someone else coming in the kitchen, and grinned. "Hey, Tony."

He sat down and winked at her. "Hello, gorgeous."

She laughed and rolled her eyes, then continued making her food.

Tony turned to Jean. "So listen, an old friend of mine is coming in tonight and he might be staying a while. The professor wants you to get a room ready for him."

"Sure, no problem."

"Also he's... a little hard to get along with sometimes. So if you guys could, you know... be a little patient."

Brooke let out a laugh at that. Jean shot her a glare, and Brooke stuck out her tongue in return.

"So what's wrong with him?" Scott asked.

Tony took a deep breath and sighed. "He doesn't really have anything wrong with him per se, he just needs the professors help."

"With what?" Trixie asked.

"Well, about ten years ago he woke up not knowing who he was. He thinks maybe the professor can help him remember. His mutation's kinda like yours Brooke."

Ten years ago? Brooke felt her heartbeat quicken, and tried to keep her hands from shaking. There was no way.

Trixie was now intrigued, apparently thinking the same thing Brooke was. "What's his name?"

"He goes by, The Wolverine."

***Start Song Now***

The glass in Brooke's hand, fell to the ground and shattered. She held the edges of the counter with a death grip, and closed her eyes. She felt like she couldn't breathe.

Everyone turned and looked at her, except Trixie who looked to be in her own form of shock. Her eyes were wide and her mouth hung open. "Wolverine?"

Tony slowly looked away from Brooke. "...Uh... Yeah, he doesn't tell anyone his real name so..." he turned back to Brooke. "Are you alright?"

"...Yeah I just... My um... It just kinda slipped outta my hand." She said with her eyes still closed.

She opened her eyes and moved to pick up the glass, her hands shaking almost uncontrollably.

Tony got down to help her. "Hey," he said quietly.

He waited until she met his eyes. "You sure?"

She nodded. "I'm fine. Really."

She could tell he didn't believe her, but he let it go and they finished cleaning up the glass.

She got up and sat between Scott and Trixie.

"How long's he staying?" Scott asked.

"Not sure. He doesn't really stay in one place for long."

Jean turned to Brooke. "Speaking of not staying in one place for long. Aren't you leaving tonight, Brooke?"

She thought for a minute. "Um... Actually, I was thinking about staying a little longer. I was gonna take my bike, so I think I'll wait out the cold front before I head out."

"Why not just go now?"

"I just told you why. And I don't have to explain myself to you." Brooke snapped.

Jean opened her mouth to say something else, but Tony cut her off. "So how 'bout that room, Jean?"

The two women were glaring at each other, and Scott was getting worried. It was never good when they fought. Things ended up very loud, and very uncomfortable, and usually with Jean crying. Not to mention Brooke seemed to be on edge at the moment.

"Right, the room." Scott said. "Come on, sweetie. I'll help you." he said, grabbing Jean's arm and leading her out.

Trixie stood up looking at Brooke sympathetically. "Well I've got a class to teach. I'll talk to you later, okay?"

Brooke just nodded, and waved a hand goodbye.

Tony kept eying her from across the table, as she picked at her food. She was doing a rather good job of ignoring him when he spoke. "You know him." It was more of a statement then a question.

She didn't even look up at him. "Just let it be, Tony." she said quietly.

"Come on, Sparky... Do you know who he is?" Sparky was a name he had given her when everyone took the kids camping one time. She had started a fire by striking her claws together, and sparks flew off of them. It was a name everybody had taken to calling her. Especially the kids.

Her eyes teared up. That was new. She hadn't cried in ten years, she wasn't going to start now. "Tony... I don't even know if... if it's the right guy. The man I knew... I watched him die, ten years ago... How could it be him?"

He looked at her and softened his gaze. "He's tall, has brown eyes, he's really built. He heals like you, has senses like you... He has claws exactly like yours, Sparky."

She took in a loud shaky breath, covered her mouth, and held it.

"What if it is him?"

She let out the breath she was holding and looked at him. "That's why I'm staying."

"What are you gonna say..."

"... I don't know. If he lost his memory... I mean if he can't remember anything past ten years ago..." she trailed off, her voice cracking. "... He doesn't know who I am, Tony."

She put her head in her hands. "Oh, god." she said breathlessly.

"Sparky?"

She lifted her head and but didn't look at him. She looked like she was about to breakdown and he thought twice about what he was about to tell her. He had never seen her like this before. He didn't think anyone had. Some people at the mansion questioned if she even had feelings at all. "...I have a picture of him... If you wanna see."

Her eyes snapped to his. "What do I do if it is him?"

"...You help him."

She bit her lip, and nodded. "Let me see it."

He pulled his phone out of his pocket, flipped to the picture, then handed her the phone.

It was him. He was looking at the camera with one eyebrow cocked, and smirking. He was flipping off whoever was holding the camera. Most likely, Tony.

She put down the phone, pushed it away, and closed her eyes tight. She thought about pinching herself to see if she was dreaming.

"Sparky listen, you don't have to tell him right away. And I'm not gonna tell you what to do, but if you wanna leave... then leave before he gets here. But I have a feeling you want to see him."

"Shit, Tony. I... It's been ten years, and the fact that he's not gonna remember... Tony he was in the lab with me. He... I,"

"Sparky, you can do this. You're strong."

She looked at him, close to tears and whispered. "I loved him, Tony... and he loved me."

He looked at her thoughtfully. "That's why you're like this isn't it? Why you act so guarded. So tough... What do you need?"

"Tony, I'm fine. I just... I just need to breathe."

"You know sometimes you fake it so well, I don't even think God can tell? But I'm not buying it... not this time."

He let that sink in a minute then got up to leave. "Just give it a chance, Sparky. At least see him." he said kissing the top of her head.

When he was gone, she grabbed her keys and jacket, and headed to her bike. If she was going to stay she at least needed to go for a drive... A fast one.

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