Author's Notes: I SUGGEST READING MY NOTES BEFORE READING THE ACTUAL STORY SO YOU KNOW WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON! Haha yes…thank you.

This is my first crossover and it's a strange combination but I have read weirder ones…Anyway if you read the little summary thing it say's X-Men and The Tudors.

Okay here I'll just friggin' sum it up, Wolverine/Logan goes back in time to the early 1500's you know during the King Henry VIII time thus that's why I'm using the show "The Tudors!" You know it was on Showtime…haha yes it was a kinky show! I loved it…too bad it's over!

Logan goes back in time during Season 1 Episode 2 of The Tudors when King Henry meets with King Francis of France at Val d'Or so they can sign Cardinal Wolsey's treaty of universal and perpetual peace between England and France. You should go watch that episode if you have no idea what I'm talking about but I think you guys can catch on even if you haven't seen the show. Just understand that Logan is in the 1500's with King Henry the eighth. Yes? Oh and Logan has bone claws in this! Because I'm having him come from the year 1974 when he's on Team X. Origins style Wolverine if you like to call it that.

Wow that's sounds really stupid when I actually write it down but haha my story! I really wanted to write a Tudor's fan fiction but I couldn't think of anything then I was like "Hey why don't I put my favorite person in it, Wolverine?"

Guys if it's too stupid just tell me…and I'll stop writing it and pretend this never happened. So enjoy?

Hugh Jackman = Wolverine

Jonathan Rhys Meyers = King Henry VIII

Yeah baby =D

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Logan felt something poke his back so he instinctively swatted whatever it was away with his hand. He was enjoying his sleep immensely and did not want to wake up. Who the hell was bugging him anyway? He guessed probably by his brother, Victor. Oh he was going to get it.

Then oddly he felt himself be picked up to his feet. Now annoyed, Logan opened his eyes only to be absolutely confused of what he saw.

What he first saw were two guys dressed in like red medieval guard outfits standing in front of him, swords drawn while two other held him up. He also noticed there were a few more of them standing around with horses. And second he had no idea where he was either and saw he was near some huge green forest.

"What the hell is going on?" he said, totally discombobulated. Was he fucking dreaming this shit? Or did he get really drunk and ended up in god knows where? The last thing he remembered he was leaving a bar…and the rest was blank so maybe?

"What are you doing here?" one of the guards yelled in distinct British accent.

"I don't know…" Logan said shaking his head, thinking maybe he was just seeing things. "I don't even know where I am."

"You're in Val d'Or, England, you idiot! You're trespassing on the Majesty's celebration-

"Majesty?" Logan echoed now even more confused. "Like a king?"

"Are you that draft? Yes the King! Henry the eighth, your prince! And actually another king is here as the majesty's guest, King Francis! And I'm sure you were not invited!"

Logan blinked his eyes, trying to process what was going on. "What?"

King Henry the eighth? Logan thought. I have to be at a Renaissance…why are they taking this so seriously? I just want to go to bed…

The guard laughed at him. "Boys stand down; I don't think he's a threat. He is dumb as a pile of shit!"

Logan growled and pushed the guards off him. Okay, he was not going to be insulted by some guy in fucking fancy pants. He grabbed the front of the guy's shirt and brought him to his face. "Give me a reason I don't-

He was cut off when someone hit him in the head, trying to knock him out but it didn't work. Logan spun around ready to punch out whoever did that. Why were they attacking him? This was insane! Did they think he was part of the act or show?

"We need back up!" he heard someone yell.

Back up for what? Logan wanted to yell.

He felt someone try to grab his arms back but Logan flung him aside like they weighed nothing. But then he felt some other medieval goon jump onto his back and put an arm around his neck, trying to choke him. Logan tried pulling him off but the next thing he knew he got hit in the head again with something a lot harder and everything faded to black…

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"Excuse me, your grace," Cardinal Thomas Wolsey heard the guard, Marco whisper into his ear.

"What?" he hissed, not wanting to turn his attention from King Henry and King Francis just in case they started killing each other. He could tell Francis was annoying Henry to the extreme and Henry was about to blow any minute.

The whole English and French court were in this huge tent all together right now, eating lunch. This was right after Francis presented Henry with a stunning necklace as a gift but of course he only gave him that necklace to show off his riches. Wolsey knew Henry was getting sick and tired of Francis trying to upstage him in everything. He had to keep the peace between them so they would sign treaty of universal and perpetual peace but it almost seemed impossible. He was practically their babysitter.

Wolsey was sitting up on the high table with the royalty but more toward the end which was good right now because Marco telling him whatever he was going to tell him would definitely draw attention. Everyone here had a hidden agenda and thrived on any information they could use against each other.

The reason Marco came to Wolsey first with the information he had and not to the king was because Wolsey was usually the one who deal with the King's affairs before the King even knew he had any. He was very high up in the king's court and anyone would die to be in his position. Wolsey was the Lord Archbishop of York as well as the advisor to the king and representative when he visited other countries on the king's belief. And also he was one of the king's favorites which made him the closet person to the king. Boy, he loved that power.

He looked like an older wiser almost sixty year old man who still had not one single gray hair but he was more deceiving then he looked. He was power hungry like most people in the King's court. The reason he thought up this treaty of universal and perpetual peace between England and France in the first place so he could have the French's vote. He wanted their vote and support so when the Pope died in Rome since he was on his deathbed, he had a better chance of becoming the Pope but to get the French's vote he had to have England and France stop bittering between each other so thus the gathering here.

"Well…" Marco slurred. He crinkled his dark eyes together, trying to form words. "We found this man who is…" He stopped talking, not sure how to describe the stranger.

"Well what?" Wolsey hissed louder, smiling a fake smile so no one thought anything bad was going on.

"I'm sorry my grace but I don't even know how to describe the man. He's very odd…he's dressed in clothes I've never seen before and we found strange items in his pockets."

"What?" Wolsey said, now turning his attention to the guard. What could he possibly be talking about?

"I don't think he's from around here or anywhere near the Europe. He's really big…"

"Big how?"

"He's really tall…taller than the King." Henry was about six foot which was considered very tall back in the 1500's.

This man, Marco was talking about did spike Wolsey's interest but he did not have time to investigate further. He needed everything to go well here first. Maybe he could get Sir Thomas More to find out more about this man.

"What do you want us to do with him?" Marco asked.

"Tell this information to Sir Thomas More and let him see this man and then tell him to report back to me if this man has any interest," he commanded, waving his hand dismissing him like he as the king.

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Sir Thomas More was kind of excited about meeting this mysterious man and was glad to get away from that crazy tent. The French and the English court mixing together, that only meant trouble. And he was grateful that he had left the company he was sitting by at the lunch who were Charles Brandon, Anthony Knivert, and William Compton; the king's "best friends." All they talked about was having sex with the French girls and it disgusted him.

Thomas More was a man of virtue. He was a devoted family man who would never talk about such lusts out loud like Charles Brandon. Also he was very religious and had an unbending will towards the matters of faith. He truly was a good respectable highly intelligence man. And not only was he the King Henry's secretary and personal advisor, he was also very close to him as well. His honestly and sincerity drew Henry since he really actually cared for his prince. Thomas was not powered hungry like Wolsey.

He wasn't particularly attractive with his large nose and small brown eyes but something about him was comforting like you could trust him with your darkest deepest secrets.

"May I see these items he had with him?" Thomas asked Marco who had retrieved and told him everything about this stranger they had founded. They were walking towards the North guard station where they were holding him.

"Of course, sir," he addressed him. When they approached the tent all the guards turned their attention on Thomas, wandering what was going to happen.

"He is inside the tent sir, and we put his personal items on the table."

"Very good," Thomas smiled, anxious to go in.

Marco led Thomas into the tent to finally see the stranger.

Four other guards were inside, fixing there sight at the Stanger. The man was sitting in a chair; hands tightly tied behind his back. He was slumped forward in his chair, knocked out so Thomas couldn't really see his face but he did have odd clothes on.

Logan was just wearing his signature outfit, white undershirt, blue jeans with a belt, and dark cowboy boots but to Thomas it looked absolutely foreign. And Marco was right; the man was very big; his muscles were huge and bugling out like they were bragging to the world. He was the most muscular man he had ever seen and he had to be at least forty. Thomas did not know any forty year old men who looked this good they usually were fat. He knew young men would be jealous of his figure. And he was tall, taller than anyone Thomas has ever met as well.

He then noticed the man's objects that were on a table in front of him. On the table were Logan's wallet, a lighter, cigars, and his dog tags which were also completely extraneous to Thomas who looked at them with fascinated.

Thomas first picked up his dog tags, figuring it was some kind of jewelry. He then saw words on them and read them.

"Logan

458-25-243 T7B A"

He gathered the man's name had to be Logan but what did that numbers mean? He then looked at the lighter and couldn't even imagine what that was for. The cigars smelled really bad to him so he sat them back down. He then picked his wallet up but as soon as he did Logan started to stir.

Logan lifted his head up and his hair fell back in place, revealing his face. He was little exotic looking (to Thomas) but very handsome maybe even more then the kings. But he was rough looking like his glare could make someone wet themself; he didn't have that inviting look going on. He had dark eyes and dark hair which was styled oddly and his beard was different too. Everything about this man was different.

"Hello," Thomas said a little too excite.

Logan gave him a look and it wasn't a pleasant one. He sat up a little and took in his surroundings.

Great…I'm still at the freak show, Logan thought. I guess this isn't a dream.

The man before him was also dressed in some weird medieval gown. He was like wearing a black priest outfit with a dumb hat; Logan didn't know or care. He also had a very distinct British accent. Why was this happening? He was pretty sure he wasn't dreaming since he could feel and smell anything. It smelled really badly here…worse than the time Victor didn't take a shower for three months and that was pretty gross.

"I'm Sir Thomas More," he said, since Logan didn't give a greeting back. "And who are you?"

Logan didn't say anything. The name sounded somewhat familiar.

"Are you mute?" Thomas asked, thinking maybe this man was not able to talk.

"No," Logan growled, making everyone jump in tent. His voice was deep and rough like his features. "I just want to leave and I don't understand why-

Logan tried breaking the ropes apart but stopped when the guards drew their swords out.

"I'm sorry but we cannot let you go until we discover you're motive-

"My motive?" Logan repeated. "I don't have a motive…I just want to go."

"Then why are you here?"

"I don't know!" Logan snarled. "I have no fucking idea how I even got here or where I am... And those friggin' guards just attacked me for trespassing on some Dark Age fair going on! This is seriously beyond stupid."

Thomas gave him a confused look. First he had no idea what he was talking about and second, the way he talked was kind of hard to understand with his foreign accent.

"Well you're in Val d'Or, England-

"Yeah I was told that," Logan snapped then went blank faced as he realized something.

Wait…how the hell did I get in England?! When the guard earlier told him that, he didn't really process or he thought he was making that shit up for the stupid fair. But everyone was talking in real British accents…they weren't fake. He could spot a fake accent in a heartbeat. Maybe he was in England…the question was how the hell did he get here?

"So I'm in England?" he asked.

"Yes," Thomas answered. He so wondered where this man was from "Were you somewhere else before?"

Logan didn't answer that question. "So what exactly is going on here? Why is everyone dress like there from the Middle Ages?"

"It is not the middle ages!" Thomas said offended. What was he talking about? "It is 1518 the Renaissance age! Those savage days are far behind us!"

"1518?" he echoed.

"We must have hit harder in the head than we thought," he heard a guard whisper.

This has to be part of the fair…

"Yes, May 24, 1518," Thomas simply said.

The creepy thing was Logan could sense this guy was telling the truth but how could he? This was insane! He was at a friggin' Renaissance fair! He wasn't actually in England during 1518. That was not possible. And it wasn't like he was hanging around time machines or anything before this crap happened. He remembered he was at a bar then he couldn't remember anything after that. There was no way in hell he went back in time that was impossible. Well he had been wrong before…

Is it possible I have gone back in time? Logan thought. Everything is so real…the clothes are so authentic…and it smells really bad here like it would back in 1518. I'm probably the best smelling thing here. Wow that's a first.

"Something wrong?" Thomas asked Logan since he noticed Logan was really deep in thought.

Logan wasn't listening as he continued to think of his current situation. Maybe I am in 1518…? Oh shit…

Thomas observed Logan as a panic expression crept on his face, wandering what was going on in his foreign head.

If I'm really in 1518…then I shouldn't let them know I'm from the future who knows what would happen if I messed up the past. That's a scary thought….a very scary thought.

He made fists and thought of his powers and decided he definitely could not reveal his claws under any circumstances. Oh my god they probably think I was some demon from hell if they saw my claws. They would hang me, burn me at the stake, cut my guts out, or chop my head off! He bit his lip. He wasn't afraid of that…he was afraid what would happen when they saw him heal.

I'm already strange enough with my clothes…I should just let them think I'm a foreigner from some distant country…

"Are you well?" he heard Thomas ask him, snapping him back to reality that was apparently the year of 1518.

"Yeah…uh I'm fine…I think…"

"You seem distressed," Thomas noted.

Logan held the urge to give him a glare but knew he probably get nowhere if he's an ass to everyone so he would shut up for now.

Thomas couldn't take it anymore; he wanted to know more about Logan and boldly asked. "May I be frank and ask you who are you? The very air around you is a mystery."

Logan chuckled, nervously. "You seem very intrigued by me but I can assure you there is nothing special about me."

"Not to call you a liar but I sincerely doubt that my good man," Thomas smiled. "But I am truly glad though you are modest, very rare for good looking men like yourself." Thomas thought of the Kings for a second who were incredibly vain.

Logan snorted. He never considered himself good looking or modest.

"I must be honest I have never seen anyone like you before and I don't think anyone here has either so if you please simply cooperate and answer our questions to your best ability then we may let you leave," he reasoned.

"Okay fine..." Logan sighed. It wasn't like he had anything better to do.

"What is your name? You never addressed that," Thomas began.

"Logan."

"Oh I thought so…your name was on theses," Thomas said, pointing to his dog tags on the table.

Logan looked down at the table noticing it for the first time. "Why is my stuff-

"The guards were checking to see if you had any weapons and came across these curious items," Thomas explained. Logan didn't say anything. How could he explain them?

"Is that you're only name?" Thomas continued.

"You mean like my full name?"

"Yes I mean…if you have one."

There was no point in lying so he shrugged. "James Logan Howeltt."

Right as Thomas opened his mouth another voice said something, "Well Mr. Howeltt I can see why everyone is buzzing about you."

It was Cardinal Wolsey.

Logan observed this man as he walked over towards him with an evil kind of smirk on his face. He was a little older and was wearing a red robe that indicated he was higher up then Thomas in the church.

"You are quite different," he sneered, standing right in front of Logan like he was trying to tower over him. "Howeltt? Never heard of that name…so I'm assuming you own no title nor land but you don't look like a peasant…not completely at least."

Logan had a feeling he wasn't going to like this guy…

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