Fixing the Past

Ch2

Disclaimer: I don't own anything X-men wise.

Summary: What if every mutant on the planet suddenly lost their powers? And because of that, chaos ensues. One silver haired quick talking mutant must go back in time and find the root of the problem to prevent the tragedies of the present.

A/N: I'm going to get to the point here so it's probably going to seem a bit rushed and if you like those slow and steady openings, this isn't the fic for you!

Also, thanks for the info on the mutants, but I'm going to ignore that bit about Wolverine dying without his powers because we can't have that now, can we?

It was an odd sight. The X-men and the Brotherhood of Mutants were gathered in the parlor TOGETHER and there was barely any bloodshed. The Professor solemnly leaned against the wall. He stood on both his legs, his wheelchair discarded on the side. (A/N: Just wondering, if the Professor loses his powers, does that mean he can walk again? I'm going to continue this with him being able to walk, but let me know if I'm wrong and there was some event in the past where he just broke his legs permanently.) "This is a rough time for us gifted with our powers. People will be targeting us and without our powers, I'm not sure if we will be able to defend ourselves against their dangerous advances." (A/N: I'm going to say this fic is taking place a little after the world has found out about mutants. The timeline doesn't quite fit, but I'm going to need the craziness to be incorporated with the fic so bear with it!)

Logan growled. "Speaking of which…" His eyebrows knitted together. All of the teenagers gathered in the parlor got up and went to the window and peeked out the curtains. Beyond the gates were hoards of anti-mutant organizations trying to break down the gate.

"Professor, what do we do?" Jean Grey frantically exclaimed.

The Professor shook his head. "I'm afraid there's nothing we can do. We do not want to fight these people. Resorting to violence will only further their advances."

"So what do you expect us ta do Charles?" Logan spit out. "Sit here and wait for them to kill us?"

The Professor sighed and shook his head. "I don't know Logan."

Logan cracked his knuckles. "Those people won't listen to us, no matter what we say. We have to defend ourselves." He turned to the group. "Listen up. We've trained for worse than this. You may not have your powers now, but I've taught you other skills. USE THEM!"

Everyone nodded determinedly. The younger mutants gulped at the thought of fighting for life and death. The Brotherhood grumbled. Soon, the groups had knocked down the gates and were literally at their front doorstep. Everyone scattered around, preparing themselves. As soon as the door was broken down, all hell broke loose. Mutants against humans. Or rather yet, humans against humans.

All the X-men used objects, their brains, everything against the anti-mutant organizations. Kitty Pryde brought down a couple of people already, having trained extra hard on the martial arts lessons Logan had been giving her. Lance Alvers kicked tables towards people and knocked them down. Pietro was the distraction while Wanda punched them out.

(A/N: I'm sure you're wondering why the anti movement doesn't have weapons, but if they did… It would be crazy unfair. So let's work with them having sticks and stuff like that, like those crazy mobsters from back in the day.) The next event happened so fast. The anti movement people kept pouring in and the mutants were starting to get overwhelmed. Out of nowhere, there was a loud shout and a loud bang. Following those sounds was a loud thump on the hard floor. It was as if time had stopped at that exact moment.

Pietro's eyes widened. He looked over just in time to see Kitty fall to the ground like a limp rag doll. Lance's eyes clouded over with a dark hatred and he walked past Kitty's body and went after the enemy group in a blind rage. Pietro forgot everything he was doing at the moment and he rushed to her side. All the events happening around him and Kitty became a blur. He held onto her limp body and he felt anger and sadness welling up inside of him. "STOP!" he shouted with all the air in his lungs.

As if time was at his very command, everything stopped. Everyone and everything was still. There was not a sound except for the sound of Pietro's heavy breathing. No one moved. They had frozen along with time.

Pietro felt tears welling up in his eyes. He looked up from her dirty face and looked over at Lance's back. She had given herself for him. He had never experienced such hatred and anger in all his life. "THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!"

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BEEPBEEP "WHATSGOINGON!" Pietro exclaimed, sitting up quickly. He turned to his side and watched his alarm clock blink 7:00 steadily. He looked around. He was in his room in the Brotherhood Boarding house. He slowly picked up his clock and stared at it. August 20. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Wasn't it August 23rd just a second ago? A dream?

Pietro zoomed out of his room to the kitchen. He blinked in surprise. He had his powers! He sighed heavily. That was some dream. He zipped through the kitchen looking for some breakfast. When Lance walked in, Pietro flashed to his side. "LANCELANCELANCE!IHADTHEWEIRDESTDREAM!WELOSTOURPOWERSANDWEHADTOFIGHTWITHTHEX-GEEKSAND-" Lance Lance Lance! I had the weirdest dream! We lost our powers and we had to fight with the X-geeks and-

Lance rubbed his forehead. "Pietro, I can never understand what you're saying so there's no point in saying it."

Pietro rolled his eyes. "Look-I-said-I-had-this-dream-that-we-lost-our-powers-and-we-had-to-fight-with-the-x-geeks-" he said slowly accentuating each word.

Lance's face lit up. "Oh. Thanks for reminder Pietro. I have to meet Kitty today!" With that, he ran out of the kitchen in speed equal to the Speed demons.

Pietro sighed. It must have been a dream. A freaky dream. Why did I even care when that X-brat died anyways? Definitely a dream. The day I care about a X-geek is the day the world ends. He shrugged and grabbed his jacket and zipped out of the house and almost collided with a tree right outside of the house. "Huh. Kind of seems like I did this before." He shook it off and continued his day not knowing his time was slowly running out.

TBC

A/N: Heh well, I wasn't as pleased with this chapter as I had hoped I would be. The whole "fighting" scene was horrible but I just wanted to get it over with and get straight to the point. Anyways, hope you liked it anyways.