Disclaimer: I do not own the X-Men. I just happen to own this plot, possibly the explanation for why some of this is happening. Alright not really, but please if you'd like to use it just ask. I'd like to see what someone else would do with it but I would also kind of like to pretend it had something to do with me and all of my nerd like nature. Anyway, the only the that really and truly belongs to me is kind of obvious. They're the original characters Rahab and Jamie. I hope you enjoy them and the story as well.
Full Summary: Life with the X-Men has always been complicated. But when Wolverine comes back from Europe with a man named Jamie who looks just like him, it is just the beginning. With two almost exact copies for the dangerous mutant, young Joshua Foley finds himself given the purpose of not only studying the two men but of being their keeper as well. That is until a new mutant is found who needs guidance from both me. A young woman who is both frank and wholly innocent. A woman that they both could learn to love in their own way.
Prologue
Schwarzwald, Germany
He woke up to something nudging his arm.
He tried to talk only to have it devolve into a fit of coughing. His throat was drier than it ever had been in his living memory. And that was saying something considering the places he had lived and the things he had done there. Closing his mouth, he summoned up as much saliva as he could manage before swallowing and pushing himself up and the thing away.
A whimper caught his attention.
Turning he felt his heart actually stutter at the sight that met his eyes. He took a deep breath of the air around him but found that his sight didn't deceive him. He was looking at himself, but not quite. There was something very different about this version of himself. The eyes that looked at him weren't worn or even lined in rings from lack of sleep. The eyes that watched him were innocent and bright.
They were also void of any form of bitterness.
"What the hell?" he asked pushing himself up. The copy of him looked up at him from where it was squatted on the ground leaning heavily on the balls of its feet. It even wore the same clothes as he had before...what had happened?
A cold breeze made him jump as he realized that the copy before him was actually wearing his clothes, not just a copy of them. Closing his eyes, he tried to bring back the memories that were trying to slip away from him. He needed to know what had happened that would have caused this or could have even made him dream this kind of thing.
The memory of something severing his neck jolted him. That was enough to remind him exactly what had happened. Reaching up, he rubbed his neck and eyed the copy dubiously. "Damn," he muttered. "Do you even talk?"
The double titled it's head to the side watching him curiously.
"Great," he muttered shaking his head. "Want to at least loan me my own coat?" he growled. The double moved forward stumbling into his leg before rubbing its head against him. He rolled his eyes and reached down and carefully extracted the trench coat from around the copy's shoulders even as it tried to play with him. "You're like an overgrown puppy!" he scolded as he finally managed to get the coat and put it on.
The double continued to smile up at him. If it had been a dog it's tail probably would have been wagging excitedly.
"Come on genius," he ordered a little sharply. "We've got a long way to go. The professor's not gonna believe this."