The Accident
Hi! I just finished my first fanfic and decided to write this one! I'm quite obsessed with others viewing the less understood character's memories. This story is also a bit AU Pyro never went with Magneto in X2 and Jean didn't "die" in it either so X-Men: Last Stand never happened. Also this is my first fight scene, and it might not be all that good. So sorry if the fight isn't good or well written. But anyway, lets start the story!
Disclaimer: I don't own Wolverine or X-Men
~Wolverine~ Wolverine~ Wolverine~ Wolverine~ Wolverine~ Wolverine~ Wolverine~
Scott growled in annoyance, how did they get into this mess? Oh ya. Now he remembered...
Flashback~
Scott laughed as he watched Bobby fight with John. They'd been doing this for hours, trying to prove that their power was greater than the others. Rogue was smuggling answers from Logan about his latest trip, and was slowly succeding. It was Christmas break and the only ones who were still in the mansion were them and the proffessor; who was currently reading in the corner. Pretty soon everyone was having a good time, Jean sighed happily placing her head on Scott's shoulder. Everything had been peaceful lately, and she'd finally gotten control of her Phoenix powers. But sadly the peace wasn't meant to last.
The doors of the mansion blasted open and Magneto came in followed by Mystique, a dark haired man with claws and fangs; and a young teenage boy with blonde hair and grey eyes. The atmosphere quickly changed, everyone quickly got into their fighting stances and got ready for battle. The dark haired man with claws faced Logan, smiling and a dark look in his eyes. The others got ready for anything, focusing all their attention on Magneto and the two behind them. So most of them jumped when the man pinned Logan to the wall behind them.
Fortunatly Logan, wasn't finished yet and kneed the man in the stomach; succecfully getting the man to let go of him. While the man was down Logan took advantage and kicked the man in the head, hoping that it would knock the man out. So it surprised everyone when the man got up and continued fighting like nothing had happen.
Logan looked at the man, he felt like he knew him; but he never met him before in his life. He was taken out of his thoughts when the man sent a powerfull punch at his chest, he quickly blocked it, and started fighting more agressively.
" Well Charles, are you willing to admit defeat?" Magneto asked. Watching amused as Logan fought the dark haired man. The others were trying to help the Wolverine anyway they could. However they all got in the way so the man with claws for nails knocked them all out.
Charles looked at all his students and his friend he had met a year ago, sadly. He didn't really want to fight the trio in front of him especially that teenage boy who looked more frightened then anything. Before Charles could answer his once best friend the boy started to glow, and caught the attention of everyone who was still concious. Looking slightly panicked the boy tried to stop himself from doing whatever it was he was doing.
But he failed and soon the whole room was inflood with the bright light.
When Charles finally opened his eyes, he was in a forest, the ground was damp and everyone else was there as well. They were all awake, however there were two people missing. The boy and Logan.
~ Flashback End~
Sighing in annoyance again Scott looked at the others. He had to admit it was weird seeing the professor walking again, and he had confirmed that they were in someone's mind. They had narrowed it down to either Logan or the boy's that Magneto had brought with him.
Although Scott didn't know which was better. He didn't like Logan all that much even after he stopped looking at Jean, he was the most annoying, self-centered, egolistical. He was cut out of his inner rant when he saw the others looking in shock at something behind him.
Slowly turning Scott looked behind him and stared in shock. It was a boy about 8 years old with pale skin, blue eyes and a dark mop of hair on his head; but that wasn't what was bothering them. No it was how he looked like a younger version of Wolverine.
They were shocked all the more when the mini Wolverine smiled at them warmly, something Logan never did, and greeted them, " Hello! My names James Howlett. What is your name?"
All the little boy got in responce was shocked looked from everyone. The boy looked at them curiously, he'd never seen people like them before. There was a blue lady with no clothes on, and two other girls who were wearing pants! All women that James had ever seen were wearing dresses!
The other men there didn't have any suits on like his Father. The only one who was wearing it was weird, he'd never seen any suits like it! The others had on some weird blue pants, and shirts with no collars on them! They were really weird. Although that tall man with the dark hair and claws reminded him of Victor.
He liked Victor, he actually talked with him! Even if Victor was 6 years older than him, he was fun.
Seeing as the little boy was observing him, the adults did it as well, and they were shocked to see how old his clothes looked. They were probably from the 19th century! Just how old was Logan? Sure they hadn't known how old he was, but they had all guessed he was in his late 20s and early 30s. The only one who wasn't fazed was the dark haired man, who was looking slightly paniked.
He was meeting the Howlett boy all over again, only know instead of being 14 he was 178. He missed his little brother, although he'd never admit it.
Charles decieding he was going to dig up some information calmly asked the boy, " James?" Seeing the boy snap his head in his direction, " What year is it?"
Confused on why the elderly man would be asking the year answered it anyway, " It is 1845 sir." Not seeing the shocked looks from the people he started coughing. He kept coughing and gave the group a mild scare. When asked if he was okay he waved it off saying, " I am fine. I'm always sick, Father says I'll get better. I always do."
A bit taken aback the group nodded anyway. That was when they heard a voice call, " JAMES!"
Jumping slightly, James started running towards the voice, the group following him. They came to a stop in front of a mansion, and in the garden a dark haired, brown eyed woman greeted James. Fussing over him, then shooing him off into the house.
The X-Men and Brotherhood following behind the little boy. Who was no longer talking to them. " Proffessor? Why isn't Logan talking to us anymore?" Rogue asked accidentally switching back into Wolverine's preffered name.
" Young James's memory has started, and now that he has he won't be able to communicate with us, because we aren't in this memory." Charles answered patiently. They all halted when they saw James talking to his assumed father.
The man, Victor, looked at Jimmy's assumed father. He felt a bit of pity for the man his father killed, and wondered how long until they realized he was Jimmy's big brother.
Only time would tell.
~Wolverine~ Wolverine~ Wolverine~ Wolverine~ Wolverine~ Wolverine~ Wolverine~
Okay warning, I haven't watched X-Men Origins: Wolverine, so it might not all be like its supposed to be. I only know what I've seen on the trailers, looked up on the internet and read in Fan Fiction. Also thanks for reading! Please review!
