A/N: Here's chapter 1 at last. Get ready for awesome-ness. At least, I think it's awesome. Don't forget to review and tell me what you think. I love to hear your thoughts. :)

Disclaimer: I only own Ria, the rest belongs to Marvel.

"I'm nearly there, woah-oooh, livin' on a prayer! Hold on tight, and I'll make it there! Woah-ohhh,-"

"Adrianna! If you want to sing eighties' songs and adlib them, do it in your class." Jean's voice blasted passed my music, and I groaned.

"God sis, I can't even have a little fun? Riding from New York to Alberta without any music is murder." I made a sharp curve down the road, the wheels of my Harley screeching. "Plus, I don't see why you have to be the one talkin' to me. Scott and Ro are after Sabretooth, which means they're probably closer to me that you are."

She wasn't impressed by my idea. "Adrianna, the Professor said-"

"I know what the Professor said Jean. But… I'm here." I slowed down, entering the small, ram-shackled town. "I'll tell you when I have the Rogue."

"Wait, but Adrianna…"

"And also, I'm twenty two, Jean can't you call me Ria?" Before she could answer I cut her off. I swear I could never win with her. With others apparently Jean was lovely, but to her sister? The whole world would have to implode and even then I wasn't even sure she would visit me in the afterlife. Damn, I couldn't think about that right now. I'd just get myself angry.

Turning the bike off, I hoisted myself off, my trench coat flowing out behind me. Sometimes it was nice to be five nine. Except when you found people still taller than you. "Watch it lady!" Two teenage guys busted past me. Neither of them were mutants, just asshats. Both of them taller than me. Pfft.

I walked into the bar, but found it nearly deserted. Everyone was in the back of the building… oh you had to be kidding me.

It the center of the back room was a large fighting cage. Inside were two men. One was actually being carried out, but he would be fine. After a few months at least. My gaze turned to the second. The ref called out, "And still the reigning champion of the ring… the Wolverine!" There was a mass of booing and hissing as I caught sight of just his back.

And damn it was muscular. I saw his dark brown hair fanned up, and I could tell he was smoking, probably a cigar. It took me all but two seconds to realize he was a mutant, just not the one I was looking for.

"Now are you gonna let this man walk away with your money?"

A burly bald guy stood up in the man. "I'll fight him!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, our savior." I laughed to myself. If my thoughts were on par, and they hardly ever weren't, that guy was gonna be crushed the moment he tries to hit feral mutant guy. And I was right. One kick to the nuts and Feral-man was up and the sound of metal on bone rang across the ring as the man went down. Metal…

It seemed that after that, the people gave up. Something I could understand, considering he was formidable. I never got a look at his face though. I was slightly disappointed. Slightly.

Now though, I sat at the bar, glancing at a teenage girl close to me. She was completely covered and I realized she was my Rogue. Anna Marie. Very southern name. I caught her looking at the tip jar, and waved the bartender over. "Yeah?"

"Can you get the girl down there a Coke and put it on my tab? And a refill for myself." I pointed to the empty beer bottle. He huffed, clearly annoyed by me. Pfft, I don't know what his problem was. I'm delightful. Mostly.

He put the Coke in front of the Rogue, and she looked at me. A mixture of gratitude and confusion. I took a sip of my new beer, then smiled at her kindly. She opened her mouth to say something when there was a ruckus from the opposite end. Yeah I said ruckus. Deal with it.

"You own me money." It was the last opponent, and he was currently being an idiot as he confronted the Feral-man. "And I want it now."

I still couldn't see his face, but I heard the growl of his voice. And damn was it… anyways he said, "Move along bub."

"Why I-" Baldy lunged, and instead of dodging, the mutant spun around and released claws. Three pristine metal claws came from his knuckles, extending just before the other guy's neck.

I couldn't react as he sliced the bartender's gun in half with a second set. Those claws were so familiar. It was a painful memory. One the Professor hid away.

"Oh fuck." I turned to see the Rogue heading out the door. I quickly followed, seeing her lost. "You need a ride?"

She blinked, wrapping her coat tighter. "Whay do you wanna help me?" Southern accent.

"I'm a good samaritan. But if you don't want a bike ride, I suggest the trailer there." I motioned to the trailer connected to a van. "Hide in the covers and get off once the owner stops."

"What 'ave you done it before?"

"Multiple times." I hoisted myself onto my bike. "Name's Henna by the way."

"Rogue."

I smirked. "I know." I started the motorcycle and sped off, my mind however concentrating on Rogue. She did get in the trailer and… it was his.

Without warning, pain waved over me like a monsoon. Pulling over instantly, I fell to the ground, seeing flashes of memories.

"You too?"

The sheen of adamantium claws.

A man comforting her, telling her he would be right behind her.

Hazel eyes.

"Henna?" That voice was real, and thank God for that.

"Storm I'm here."

"Did you find the Rogue?"

I sighed, then coughed a little. "Um, yeah. And another mutant."

Scott's voice came though the com-link. "What, Sabretooth?"

"Not exactly." Sitting up in the snowdrift, I saw my bike sputtering near a fallen tree. Wait no, I tree that was pushed over. "Um, where is Sabretooth supposed to be again?"

Ro must've checked because it took a few seconds for her to respond. "Near your location probably. Why?"

"No reason. Henna out." God it was corny but I loved saying that. A stab of pain suddenly ran through my side I tried to get up. "Oh fuck." Using all of my strength I sat up, some telekinesis stitching up my side. In a few moments there was only a dull pain. I could live with that. The coat was ruined though. Sliding it off, it revealed my uniform.

Thin black material that looked like leather, but could really deflect the ammunition of a hand cannon, padding on the shoulders, knees, etc, and gold stitching. The belt had a large X on in, and I added a hood to it just for kicks. Pulling the hood on, I concealed my shorts curls and shadowed my face. Worked pretty well to be honest.

"Henna, get to our position as fast as you can. Sabretooth is on the move." Storm's voice sounded a little frantic, so I didn't even hesitate. Her mind was easy to find, so I ran. No time to figure out what to do with the bike, I had another one. Running, dodging.

"Henna!" I dropped to the ground to avoid flying trees, rolling up to the side of a van. Feral-man's van. The voice who spoke was Southern. Rogue. "Help!"

I yanked open the door, though I little too hard considering it fell off. Oh well. Rogue was yanking at the seatbelt, but it wouldn't release. "Fuck." There was a fire starting in the back, but I couldn't put it out.

"Henna, move."

"Cyclops." He stepped forward as I moved away. In a second, Rogue was free, and I grabbed her. Then I noticed the Feral-man. "Scott!" I pointed.

He grabbed him, and we started running. Too slow. DOWN! I yelled, except it was just a thought. We collapsed to the ground just as the van exploded. The sound was all around me, like a huge gunshot.

I glared at Scott and Ro, thinking furiously, Can I get a fuckin' explanation about what happened?

Ro smiled guiltily.