Author's Note: Yes! First issue of Writers! United! starts here! I wrote this one here pairing up Pajama Girl with someone who...well, I'll just let you read! Marvel owns all this and lifeisacabret and Mister_Oz pitched in in other chapters. Don't sue me, guys!


A Very Unlikely Start


My name is Wolverine. I'm the best there is at what I do, only what I do...ain't very nice. I've faced Weapon X monkeys who used mutants like labrats. I've faced threats to the whole Earth, or even the universe. I've even survived machine gun fire arms, explosions, annoying team-ups, and any other poison you can figure. But this little tale...well...I guess I'll just see what you think, bub. Believe me, there ain't no use in tryin' to explain this one to ya.

"Open Fire! Open Fire!"

Running through the corridors of the Super-Internment Camp building is Martin Langsford, aka the Rebel. He uses his only powers, which are enhanced speed, strength and agility to dodge the laser beams fired by the staff of this government program. This horrifying scene is the future Marvel Universe. This is where the Hero Registration Act leads. Training the supers in cruel cells with unidentifiable lunches. Jokingly it is comparable to high school, but in reality it is a prison. Martin decided earlier in the week that enough is enough, and it's time to break free. He manages to make it past the guards and into the Time-Displacement Unit, otherwise known as a Time Machine. It was under research and experimentation for years, and they finally have it working properly.

"Time to put things where they belong!"

Unknown to Martin there was a stow-away on board. His true identity is unknown to anyone and everyone, but it is well known he hates the conditions here too. What sets him apart from Martin is that he received psychiatric help because he believed in his soul that the only way to set things straight were if everything was done his way, if everything was done under his rule. The help only made things worse, and you can guess what he'll try to do in the past.

Meanwhile, in Manhattan, Wolverine was just finishing doing a little team-up with Spider-Man and was riding his motorbike back to the X Mansion. That's when he spotted a peculiar sight. A guy dressed in an all gray outfit, looks almost like a uniform, or prisoner wear, or something.

"Hey, bub! What's with the get-up?"

Apparently Martin recognized him, from references of the past, and he said to him, "Please Wolverine, you have to help me! I'm from the future and it's horrible! All we have to do is make sure the Hero Registration Act isn't permanent and all of this is fixed! and - " Martin was interrupted by himself noticing the expression on Logan's face. There was a definite Why do I get all the crazies? look on his face. Then he noticed a figure in the dark. It was him, the nameless guy. He was in the past with him! Martin always hated that guy, so he filled with a rage and ran after him himself, soon out of sight. Wolverine didn't know what was going on, but he was going to find out.

When he started his motor, he didn't get very far. Wolverine could smell the signs of a struggle, and somehow they both vanished. He couldn't track their scents, something too different about it, so, figuring they had to return to the scene of the crime (or something like that) he waited. And waited. And waited. And waited. Finally, he fell asleep on look-out. In his dream, he saw someone he had never seen before...and probably would never wanna see again. It was a teenage girl, not too weird, but she was in her jammies. Then she said to him "I could probably find them if you want. It's pretty late, and all people have to sleep sometime. I'll help you."

"Who are ya?"

"Pajama Girl!"

Wolverine had but one thought in his mind. Wake Up! All the same, he was at a loss here, so he would take any help he could get. Next thing he knew, it was noon the next day, just waking up, and that same teenage girl, still in her jammies was right beside him.

"I found them. They are at the abandoned motel on 32nd street."

"Look bub, not to turn down the help, but what are you doing in jammies and how did you do all that...weird stuff? You a mutant like me?"

"No. See, there was this weird stuff from outer space, I got electrocuted, and I got the power to enter people's mind through their dreams. Now it's time to save the future. What's not to believe?"

"I believe I shouldn't drink 13 beers before bed."

"Your name is Logan, top mutant at Professor Xavier's School for Gifted Children, secretly a school training young mutants. You have a very trouble past, most of which you cannot remember. Correct?"

"Yeah, how'd ya - "

"I enter their dreams, I enter their heads. But right now the future is in trouble, you're already involved, and I ain't leavin'!"

Right now Logan had a lot to digest, and even more to decide if this little episode of Futurama is all true or if she's as crazy as she looks in those red & white striped, blue starred, My Little Pony having pajamas. All the same they decided it was best to team-up though Wolverine has no idea what she could possibly do, considering no one would be asleep. But hey, maybe she's a good fighter too. They both came to 32nd street, and they found the both of them. That nameless guy was inside, sketching out something on what looks like blueprints. Martin was tied to what looks like a future-type floating metal chair, bind by straps of the same material that looked like it was coming out of its sides. Wolverine and Pajama Girl leaned by the entrance, then she said

"So, what's up with that guy in the shadows?"

"You don't know? Thought you said 'I enter their dreams, I enter their heads'!"

"Search me! That's how it usually works. All I was able to get was they were from the future. Something is different with that."

"What was you doin' floatin' 'round peoples' heads anyways?"

"I got these powers and...I know to many people, it would be useless, but I can alter peoples' dreams. With that I can change their thoughts! I just wanna help. Do you know how powerful it is?

Power. If only I didn't just finish a team-up with that web-headed...now normally I'd think she's out of her league here and I'd drag her puny butt home, but now that wall-crawler got me thinkin' what I know she's already thinkin'. With Great Power...blah blah blah, we've all heard it too many times. Point is, as annoying a maybe 16 year old girl in pajamas is in a fight...she has as much right to be here as I do.

Attacking time. They both came running in, about to take that guy out, but almost out of nowhere henchman showed up. The man paid them no mind, as if they were mere insects. Wolverine slashed through them with ease, but almost immediately Pajama Girl was captured. Logan was about to rescue her, but when she was struggling to get herself free, a yellow shimmering dust landed in the faces of the men, and they all fell hard to the ground, in a deep sleep.

"You can put people to sleep?"

"Hey, that's a new one to me too!"

As all the men were out cold, Wolverine and Pajama Girl cornered the man in shadows, and was readying to free Martin, when the man finally arose, slammed what appeared to be a metallic ball on the ground, and the was a flash of bright blue swirling light. The both of them were stunned immediately. By their guess it was a transportation device because both the man in the shadows and Martin were gone. All that was left was the blueprints, now apparently a mixture of various New York buildings, with certain areas circled.

"So, we gonna go after them?"

"Nope. Not my territory and we only have this as a lead. I know someone who'll take care of this, and it's exactly his speed...plus, isn't tomorrow a school day?"

"Aw, man!"