A/N: So, for those who might have been confused by the main part of the last chapter, any flashbacks/memories/dreams/nightmares/etc., will be in present tense format. On another note, Woo! Second chapter! Prepare for some new players on the field and new surprises. Let's get started.

*Disclaimer* I do not own any characters related to X Men, they all belong to Marvel. Only Jane "Luna" Howlett/Sable belongs to me.

-Fifteen Years Later-

I'd been tracking Logan for almost sixteen years. But my search was finally over, I hoped. I believed I'd found his stable home in Westchester, New York. The place was a mansion surrounded by a wrought-iron fence, and the scents of battle. Whoever lived in there was defensive, protecting the inside against what smelled like a small group of mutants. Those inside were also mutants, though. A plaque on one of the columns at the gate caught my attention. It read, "Xavier's Scholl for Gifted Youngsters".

'So it's a school for mutants…' That meant there was no telling how many of them there were. And, being a school, they were mostly inexperienced with their powers. 'Wonderful,' I thought sarcastically. Another sniff of the air told me that no one was currently at the place. Sighing, I turned and walked back to my chopper to sit and think about my options.

"Alright," I thought aloud, "I know Logan's been here 'cause his scent's everywhere, he's just not here now. Seeing as this place is a school, specifically for mutants, then most likely everyone's gone on some sort of fieldtrip. That means Logan's bound to be back here soon."

My options were to stay here, since I had a tent with me, or find a different place to stay. I remembered seeing a hotel that had had a "mutants welcome" sign out front. I'd actually noticed lots of places throughout the town with similar signs. 'Strange, you'd think with the country the way it is that everyone would want them the hell outta their towns.'

"Heh," a voice sounded, dragging me from my thoughts, "See, what'd I tell ya? There's nobody left at the Xavier Mansion!" My head turned towards the sound as two guys who looked absolutely ridiculous walked towards the gate. The one who'd spoken wore a mix of black and brown leather. The other wore a combination of browns that made him look like he was covered in mud.

"But what about Magneto?" the second one asked, "What if we get in trouble, Pyro?"

"We won't, Toad. Now stop worrying."

"What about Sabretooth?"

Pyro halted and swiveled around. I froze in place myself, mostly to control the rage that was starting to build up. "Who gives a damn what Sabretooth does?!" Toad flinched away from his voice, "He's just a lousy servant Magneto hired to babysit me an' you!" He turned towards the gate again. "As far as I'm concerned, Sabretooth can go to hell!" Neither of them had noticed me yet. I took the opportunity to calm myself and bring my temper under control.

"Sorry," Toad said.

Pyro sighed. "Forget about it. I'm just upset with Magneto."

"We still trashin' the place?"

Pyro flicked his right hand, a flame appeared as he smirked and said, "What do you think?"

'And, that's where I draw the line,' I thought, standing up to make my presence known. The two turned around, either surprised that I was there, or surprised that I had spoken up.

"Oh, we didn't see you there," Pyro smiled at me innocently, "Anything we can do to help-"

"Save it," I growled, "Although, if you want to help me, you can tell me more about this place." I nodded my head in the direction of the mansion behind them.

Pyro's smile became nervous. "Heh… Yeah, sure…" an evil look took over his face, "If you can beat us in a fight."

"I'd rather not fight," I said dryly, "'Pyro' was it? If you don't want to get hurt, I'd suggest moving along or grantin' my request. It is a simple one after all." The look on my face said I wasn't one to be messed with.

Toad gulped as Pyro gave a dry chuckle. "So…" he cleared his throat, "What do you want to know?"

"I'm lookin' for somebody," I told him.

Toad stepped behind Pyro, his yellow eyes casting nervous glances at me. His skin was an odd sickly green against his mud-brown clothes. "Who?" he asked.

"A man. Four inches taller than me, heavily muscled, my eye and hair color," I paused, "Short temper, likes to drink, smoke, and ride choppers," I pointed at my own bike, "Has a bit of amnesia and his real name's Logan."

"You mean Wolverine?" Pyro asked.

"Yeah, that's him. Is he livin' here?" I pointed at the mansion.

"Y-yeah…"

"Do you know why there's no one home?"

"Well…" Pyro rubbed the back of his head, "It's an annual field trip. Takes three days…" he paused to think, "They left today, which is Monday, so… They won't be back till Wednesday."

I looked at him suspiciously, "How do you know all of this?"

His head went down with shame, "I… I used to be a student there…" He looked back up at me, "Why do you want to know?"

"Like it's any of your business," I started walking towards the two of them, "But I'll tell you anyways. Logan's my twin brother."

"What?!" Pyro and Toad yelled together.

"You heard me, I've been looking for him for almost sixteen years." I stopped in front of the startled boys. "Now, are you still gonna trash this place?"

Pyro smirked, "What's it to you?"

"If you are, then I'm gonna stop you."

Toad grinned and stepped out from behind his friend. "Yeah right," he laughed, "You and what army?"

I let my claws slowly slide out between my knuckles with a metallic scraping sound that frightened the two in front of me. "Who said I needed an army?" Pyro erased the frightened look on his face and charged at me, a fireball forming in his right hand. I moved over with a sidestep and he barreled past me. His fireball hit its intended mark, though. I tore off my jacket and over shirt, stomping the flames out before they were badly damaged. Pyro laughed as Toad spit some sort of slime on me. I tore it off and did a flip so that I was behind him.

"What the-?" he cried out. I cut him off with a well-placed kick to his groin. He sunk to his knees with a groan of pain.

"Dammit!" Pyro shouted, "I've gotta do everything myself!"

"You think you can?" I taunted. He rushed at me again, but I decided to stop him when he got to me. I caught his fists in my hands, then gave him a knee to the gut. Like Toad he fell to the ground and I kneeled down next to him. "I don't know exactly who this 'Magneto' is," I told him, "But I would probably go back to him right now." He whimpered a little. "And one more piece of advice. Don't mess with Sable."

"You?" he guessed. I nodded.

"Now both of you get your asses out of here!" I yelled. They both stood up quickly and nearly tripped over each other to get away from me. I chuckled softly to myself while putting my over shirt and jacket back on. Finally I got on my bike and left for the hotel I'd seen earlier.


Toad and Pyro rushed back to Magneto's hideout. There they were greeted by an angry Magneto and a growling Sabretooth. "And where were you two?" the former questioned.

"Xavier's Institute." Toad answered.

"Pray tell, what were you doing there?" Magneto raised his eyebrows, "You weren't causing property damage, were you?"

"No, we were just going to dirty it up a bit." Pyro said.

"The two of you were supposed to stay here," Sabretooth growled. He wasn't happy at all about how the two had escaped his watch. They had laced his food with enough of a sleeping drug to bypass his healing factor and affect him.

"Sorry," Pyro said curtly.

"What happened to you two?" Magneto asked, "You look as if you were in a fight of some sort."

They sighed. "Well, we were about to start roughing up the mansion," Pyro explained, "When this woman comes up out of nowhere." The other members of the Brotherhood started gathering around.

"Continue," Magneto directed.

"She told us that we should either get out of there or help her with answering some questions."

"So you know why she was there?" Sabretooth joined in the conversation.

"Yeah," Toad answered, "She was looking for somebody."

"Really?" Magneto seemed to be genuinely intrigued by this. "Who was she looking for?"

"Wolverine." Pyro's answer grabbed everyone's attention, especially Sabretooth's.

"Are you certain he was the one she was looking for?" Mystique questioned.

Pyro nodded. "She described him to a 'T'. She even knew his real name." He looked at Magneto, "She had his claws, the exact same ones."

"Hmm…" Magneto thought about this for a moment. "Can you tell us anything else about her? A name perhaps?"

He nodded, "She gave me a name, but I don't think it was her real one. She called herself Sable." The name struck Sabretooth like a bolt of lightning. He knew that name, he knew exactly who it belonged to. He couldn't recall how he knew, he just knew.

"Did she tell you anything else?" Magneto asked.

"That she was Wolverine's twin sister." The entire group stood speechless at Pyro's answer. None of them liked having to deal with the clawed powerhouse, and if this "Sable" person was looking for him, she would most likely end up joining him. That meant there would essentially be two of him. Everyone shuddered at the thought.

"Well then," Magneto derailed everyone's train of thought, "We shall have to keep an eye on this 'Sable', won't we?" Everyone nodded. "Until I say so, no one is to go near the Xavier Institute," he looked around, "Understood?"

A resounding, "Yes, Magneto," echoed around the area and he smiled.

A/N: Well, that's all for now. Please leave a comment and reviews, and I hope you enjoyed it!