Chapter 2:
AN: Sorry for the late update life has been hectic.
Logan slowly opened eyes to a lava lamp and rays of sunlight that seeped through the blinds. Logan begun to sit up, only to realize that a thin, female arm was draped over his neck. He gently unwrapped the arm off of him, he tossed the blankets back and tried to climb off of the bed but had trouble since it was a waterbed. Logan struggled to get up for a few seconds but finally he managed to get off the bed.
He walked slowly to the mirror near the bed and admired himself as he noticed that he no longer had gray hairs.
He went to the window, he parted the blinds slightly.
"Holy shit. It worked," Logan whispered.
Logan reached for his pair of bell-bottoms jeans. The door swung open and three men came in.
"Hey, what's going on?" Logan asked.
"Gwen, get dressed," one the men ordered.
"Who the hell are you?" Logan asked again.
"I don't know what's going on," Logan stated.
"What's going on is you're supposed to be guarding the bosses daughter, not screwing her!"
"I didn't sleep with her," Logan said.
"No?" the man asked skeptically.
"No," Logan answered.
I mean, yes I slept with her many times," Logan said nonchalantly.
"Jimmy!" Gwen exclaimed.
"That wasn't me, that was the old me, I just got here 20 seconds ago," Logan explained.
"Really?" the man asked skeptically again.
"Yeah,"
"And what happened to your clothes?" he asked.
"My...oh. Would you believe me if I told I was sent here from the future?" Logan asked.
Everyone looked at Logan like he was crazy.
"Get out of here sweetheart, we're going take car of this comedian," the man ordered.
Gwen left quickly as she stuffed her feet into her shoes and covered herself with a blanket.
"No you're not. You're going to give me the keys to your car and some money for gas. Or you're going to wake up in the hospital, trust me I know how things play out," Logan stated.
"Oh, cause you're from the future," the man mocked.
"No because of these," Logan said.
He thought he would've heard the sound of metal unsheathed but instead he saw solid bone claws.
"What the hell!" the man exclaimed reaching for his gun along with the other men.
The gunshots rang out like a bell. Each bullet ripped through him, and he stumbled backward, his breath came in short heavy puffs as his body slowly pushed out bullets. Finally, after several tense moments, the bullets fell to the floor with a plink, followed by the hissing of his flesh slowly came back together.
Logan charged at the men and attacked the men ferociously and within a few seconds the fight was over, Logan left the three men with severe injuries which would require hospitalization. Logan took the car keys off of the unconscious man body, and stuffed them into his pocket and finished put his clothes on.
Logan didn't know what he expected to find, but this certainly wasn't it. Instead of the beautiful Victorian mansion he'd came to love. The school was decrepit and in an awful state of disrepair, and overgrown by vines and moss. It was completely silent. Distantly, he recalled Professor Xavier mentioning how he had been a very different man in the 70s but surely, things couldn't have changed this drastically. Cutting the engine off, Logan threw the door opened and climbed out of the car and made his way up to the doors.
Logan grabbed the doorknocker and knocked three times. Several minutes passed, and the door opened slightly, and revealed a boy.
"Can I help you?" he asked politely.
"Uh...Yeah. What happened to the school?" Logan asked.
"The school's been shut for years. Are you a parent?" the boy asked.
"I sure as hell hope not," Logan chuckled.
"Who are you?" Logan asked.
"Hank. Hank McCoy I look after the house," Hank answered.
Logan took his shades in disbelief. "You're Beast, look at you. I guess you were a late bloomer," Logan chuckled.
"I don't know what you're talking about but I'm going to have to ask you to leave," Hank said and tried to close the door.
"Where's the professor?" Logan asked trying to push the door open.
"There's no professor here," Hank replied.
"You're pretty strong for a scrawny kid," Logan retorted.
"Come on, you sure there's not a little beast in you," Logan said.
"He's not here,"
"Come on, Beastie," Logan said and gained the advantage and pushed the door open and walked in.
"Hey! I said the school is closed you need to leave now!" Hank ordered as he followed Logan into the foyer.
"Not until I see the professor," Logan answered.
"There's no professor here, I told you that," Hank said and grabbed Logan by his shoulder turning him around.
"Look kid, you and are going to be good friends," Logan said and then punched Hank in the face.
"You just don't know it yet," Logan finished and walked away.
"Professor," Logan called jogging up the steps.
Logan walked down an empty and quiet hallway. "Professor," he called again.
Two minutes later Logan's scream filled the room as he slammed into the staircase. Hank jumped over to him and pounced over Logan and threw him like a rag doll onto a table in the foyer. Hank then jumped onto the chandelier and hung upside down and roared at Logan.
"Hank! What's going on here?" a shaggy haired man asked walking down the stairs.
"Professor?" Logan said.
A pale, tired looking man stood at the foot of the steps. His hair was long, tangled, and streaked with grease. The faint stench of alcohol, smoke, and lack of bathing drifted on him.
"Please don't call me that," he said.
"You know this guy?" Hank asked still hanging upside down.
"He looks slightly familiar. Get off the bloody chandelier Hank," the Charles sighed.
Hank flipped off the chandelier and landed on his feet.
"You can walk," Logan stated.
"You are a perceptive one,"
"I thought Erik-"
"Which is slightly perplexing that you managed to miss our sign on the way in. This is private property my friend I'm going to have ask... him to ask you to leave," Charles said.
Logan got off the table and stood in front of Charles.
"Well...I'm afraid I can't do that, cause I was sent here for you," Logan said.
"Well tell whoever it was that sent you tell them I'm...busy," Charles said.
"That's going to be a little tricky because the person who sent me was you," Logan explained.
"What?" Charles asked confused.
"About fifty years from now," Logan said.
"Fifty years, like in the future fifty years from now?" Charles asked.
"Yeah,"
"I sent you from the future?" Charles asked skeptically and looked over to Hank who thought the idea was ridiculous too.
"Yeah,"
"Piss off," Charles muttered angrily.
Charles didn't believe him which honestly didn't surprise Logan.
"If you had your powers you'd know I was telling the truth," Logan said coolly.
"How do you know I don't have my- Who are you?"
"I told you,"
"Are you CIA? Have you been watching me?" Charles asked.
"I know you Charles, we've been friends for years. I know your powers came at nine. I know you thought you were going crazy when it all started, all the voices in your head, and it wasn't until you were twelve that you realized the voices were in everyone else's head. Do you want me to go on?"
Charles stared at, shocked. "I never told anyone that,"
"Not yet, no, but you will,"
"Alright you peaked my interest. What do you want?" Charles asked.
"We have stop Raven, I need your help, We need your help," Logan said.
"I think I'd like to wake up now," Charles murmured and got up and walked to his study.
"What does she have to do with this?" Hank asked as he turned back into his human self.
"So you're saying that they took Raven's power and what...they weaponized it?" Charles asked.
"Yep,"
"She is unique," Hank commented.
"Yes she is Hank," Charles agreed.
"In the beginning Sentinels were targeting mutants. Then they began to identify the genetics in non-mutants that would eventually have mutant children and mutant grandchildren. Many of the humans tried to help us but it was a slaughter. Only leaving the worst of humanity in charge. I've been in a lot of wars...I've never seen anything like this," Logan said solemnly.
"And it all starts with her," Logan finished.
Charles sighed and dragged his hand over his face. "Let's just say for the sake of...sake that I choose to believe you, that I choose to help you. Raven won't listen to me...her heart and soul belongs to someone else now,"
"I know," Logan said and stood from his chair. "That's why we're going to need Magneto too,"
Charles laughed at the idea.
"Erik? You do know where he is?" Hank asked.
"Yeah,"
Charles laughed even more, as he got up. "He's where he belong," Charles said as walked past him.
Logan frowned. "That's it you're going to walk out,"
"Ooh top marks. Like I said you are perspective,"
"The professor I know wouldn't turn his back on someone who lost their path. Especially someone he loved,"
Charles paused on the stairs and turned around and walked back to Logan. "You know I think I do remember you," Charles started.
"Yeah, we came to you a long time ago seeking your help. And I'm going to say to you what you said to us then. Fuck off," Charles spat.
"Listen to me you little shit!" Logan growled, roughly grabbing Charles by his robe.
Logan's patience wore thin.
"I've come a long way, and I've watched a lot of people die. Good people, friends. If you want to wallow in self pity and do nothing, then you're going to watch the same thing, you understand?" Logan released him.
"We all have to die sometime." Charles turned back around, heading up the stairs taking a swig of alcohol.
"Told you there was no Professor here," Hank said.
"What the hell happened to him?"
"He lost everything. Erik, Raven, his legs. He built the school, the labs... This whole place," he began, pouring himself a drink.
"Then, just after the first semester, the war in Vietnam got worse. Many of the teachers and older students were drafted... And it broke him. He retreated into himself, I..I wanted to help do something so I designed a serum that treated his spine. Derived from the second formula, that was me, that controls my mutation. I take just enough to keep myself balanced but...he takes too much. I tried easing him back but he just couldn't take the pain, the voices. The treatment gives him his legs but its not enough he's just lost too much,"
"What about Adele?"
Hank froze. He hadn't heard that name in years, not since Cuba.
"That's a touchy subject for Charles," Hank started.
"Why? What happened to her?"
"If you don't know already Adele was Charles' girlfriend, and after Cuba we took Charles to a hospital. Adele visited him after his surgery alone. After she visited Charles she told us 'I'm going to step out for a breath of fresh air, don't wait up.' When Charles was finally conscious everyone was in his room, except Adele. Charles searched for her mind in the hospital but she simply vanished. Adele left Charles a note that basically said I'm leaving. Adele was just another person he lost," Hank finished with a sad expression.
"I'll help you get her,"
Logan and Hank turned around and saw Charles standing in the foyer.
"Not for any of your future, but for her,"
"Fair enough," Logan said. That's all he needed to hear.
"I'll tell you this, you don't know Erik. That man is a monster, a murderer. You think you can convince Raven to change? To come home? That's splendid. But what makes you think you can change him?"
"Because you and Erik sent me back here together," Logan said.
"I forgot to mention we're going to need Adele as well,"
And without a shadow of doubt Charles was going with Logan.
AN: No Adele sorry. You won't see her until chapter 4 or 5