Author's note: Back again with Chapter 2, of the fic. Okay, writing from Logan's perspective is different for me, but fun. I hope I got him accurate. I want to make a shout out and thank my best frind and co author ImMyOwnDefender for inspiration in my times of need! Once again the only characters that I do own are Samantha, and her kids. All other original characters belong to their respectful owners. I hope you enjoy. Please read and review!

Logan's POV

I don't know how long I was out after that son of a b*tch knocked me unconscious. I'm gonna have to find that guy! Aren't I the best at what I do? Find him – kill him. End of story.

Now, I was expecting anything, when I woke up, but not a freaking needle being stuck into my arm. My first reaction was to jump up and attack the person responsible. It was a woman, with dark, deep red hair. She was wearing a lab coat and that only got me angrier. I grabbed her in a choke hold, as I studied the room. It was a medical facility. Not good. I had to get out. F*ck.

"Jean, what the hell did you do?" I heard a voice. Turning my head I saw a kid. It was a young girl, no older then maybe 16. She had dark brown wavy hair that fell onto her shoulders and back. She had light hazel greenish-brown eyes. Her brows were furrowed and cheeks were bright red with anger. "I told not to bother him until he woke up."

I snapped my head to the kid and glared at her. She completely ignored me, glaring at the woman in my grip instead.

I released the woman roughly and darted out of the room, pushing the kid out of the way. I hurried out of the hospital room and started to make my way down the hall. I didn't like this place at all. The hallway was white, metallic and had a bunch of doors. This was just f*cking great – I was in another lab. I tore off the IV and started making my way towards one of the doors. There, I saw cases with black leather outfits, no – uniforms. Where was I? At least there was a sweatshirt that I found and was able to put on. Scouting around in just pants wasn't a smart idea.

"Where are you going? Over here," I heard a voice inside of my head. Suddenly a door opened up, looked like an elevator. I was really doubtful about this, but I entered the elevator, ready for anything that could come at me in this freaky place.

This floor that the elevator took me to looked more like a house. The walls were lined with nice furniture and there was a lot of light coming from the windows and lamps. I was really confused now. What the f*ck was going on here?

"No, this way," The voice said again. I scowled, and started running down the hall. My animal nature was really taking over now. It felt trapped and just wanted to get out of here. I started pulling and pushing on almost every door, but none opened.

Then I heard voices, sounded like kids, from one end of the room that had a staircase. I hid behind a column, so that I wouldn't get noticed. Then when the kids passed by me and were out of sight I ran to another door, masked in the wooden wall. This one opened and let me in.

"Good morning, Logan," I heard as I turned around and found some kids staring at me and a baldo sitting at the desk. He was also looking at me, but he was smiling. His voice was the one that I was hearing a second ago. I don't know how he was doing that, but to me, he was a d*ck. What did he want from me and why was I here? I better get some answers.

He dismissed the kids and faced me, "Physics," he smiled, "I'm Charles Xavier, would you like some breakfast?" he asked.

"Where am I?" I demanded to know, glaring at him.
"Westchester, New York," He said making his way around the desk. That's when I saw that the guy was in a wheelchair. "You were attacked. My people brought you here, for medical attention."

"I don't need medical attention," I snapped at him. If I could, I'd steer clear of anything that related to medicine. Something tells me that I had my experiences. Take my nightmares for example.

"Yes, of course," The Charles guy said quietly, nodding his head at me.

"Where's the girl?" I asked, remembering the kid that was with me. Last I knew she was still trapped in that burning truck.
"She's fine," the baldie nodded, watching me.

"Really?" I asked, skeptically. Yeah, I wouldn't believe that until I saw her again.

Then, the door behind me opened and two more people walked in. One was a woman with perfectly white hair. She was actually pretty hot. And the other was a dude, wearing sunglasses. What kind of a d*ck wears sunglasses inside a building?

"Ah, Logan. I'd like you to meet Ororo Munroe also called Storm and Scott Summers also know as Cyclops," The bald guy said motioning to the two. "They saved your life"

The guy smiled and stretched out a hand. Damn Boyscout... Another soon joined them. It was the red head from the lab. She wasn't wearing the coat, and was walking silently past the Boyscout and towards the baldo, "I believe you've already met Dr Jean Grey?" he asked, sounding proud of her.

"Professor!" That kid from earlier ran in. "Please don't partner me with Jean anymore. She acted very unprofessional. We both knew that our patient had a strong healing factor, and could come to at any moment, and yet, she tried to get a blood sample for him while he was unconscious. She freaked him out and put both of us in danger."

The kid said this all in one breath and was now out of it. Her cheeks were still bright red, after her temper tantrum. Her eyes were stormy and angry as she looked at Jean, then at the baldo. Charles sighed; looks like this was quite the morning for him. I only chuckled. To me this was hilarious.

"Gabby, please settle down," Came an older voice from the hallway as one more woman entered the office.

"Samantha, please keep your daughter under control. She doesn't know how to treat her elders," The red head, turned to the woman in the doorway.

"Jean," The woman said, her own eyes storming over. She was average height, older looking with a light, citrusy colored hair that was tied back in a bun. I'd say she looked about the same age as the bald guy. "You do not teach me how to raise my kids. Gabby is right, you put both of yourselves in danger. I warned you that Logan is very quick to react to anything and anyone that he may think poses a danger to him."

Jean wanted to respond, but closed her mouth, looking away. The older woman smirked and folded her arms across her chest.

"Samantha, I'd appreciate it if you take your real form, please," Charles said evenly as he looked at the woman. She wrinkled her nose, but then nodded, "As you wish, Professor."

After saying that, I watched her face grow younger. This new version of her was a lot better. She looked hot! And I mean hot! She was curvy in all the right places. And the v-neck cut of her shirt was making me a very happy man right now.

"Samantha," Charles said again.

"Are you sure? I think he's drooling," Samantha said, as she took the bobby pins out of her hair and shaking her curls loose. They fell down onto her shoulders, in citrusy waves. I could see where her kid, Gabby, I think, gets the looks.

She sighed and shifted again, into a young girl. She looked barely older then her daughter. Maybe 18-19ish. And...

"You're the girl from the bar," I said, getting closer to her. Yeah, she was. Son of a b*tch, I was never this lucky! The scent was the same, those eyes. That impish smirk that she was now giving me was also exactly the same. She winked at me. The only difference is that back at the bar she was a blonde bombshell. But... I liked her red curls a lot more. It reminded me of Canadian autumn. One more thing that caught my interest was that she was a feral; it was all in the scent.

"Do you want me to be?" She grinned playfully, winking at me. "My name is Samantha Blanchett, also called Vulpe."

"Vulpe?" I blinked. What kind of a name is that?

"It means Fox, genius," She chuckled, tousling her hair. Her scent was overwhelming. At this point I didn't see anyone else in the room, but her.

"Fox?" I asked. "Were you..?"

"Samantha was also there, when you were attacked," Baldo said, smiling at the impish redhead. As for her, she was leaning against the wall, watching me intently. She was looking me up and down, with a smirk. Well, this was promising.

Samantha's POV

"You're in my school for the gifted, for mutants, you'll be safe here from Magneto," Charles said, peacefully as always, as he watched Logan.

"What's a Magneto?" Logan asked, finally taking his eyes off of me.

"A very powerful mutant, who believes that a war of brewing between mutants and the rest of humanity. I've been following his activities for some time. The man who attacked you is an associate of his named Sabertooth," Charles said.

"Sabertooth?" Logan asked, with a mocking tone of voice. I shook my head, here it comes. "Storm," he clicked his tongue, and pointed a finger at her. Suddenly I felt a hint of jealousy. I wanted him to look back at me. He smirked back at Charles, "What do they call you, Wheels?"

"Logan..." I frowned at this, crossing my arms in warning.

"What, Foxy? This is the stupidest thing I've ever heard," Logan said with a laugh, as he turned to the door and started to walk away. He came face to face with Scott. "Cyclops, right? You wanna get out of my way?" He asked lowly, glaring at him as he grabbed the front of his shirt. Scott only glanced past Logan and at Charles in question.

"Logan? It's been almost 15 years, hasn't it?" Charles said, studying Logan. He was using his telepathy on him. "Running from day to day, moving from place to place. With no memory of who or what you are?"

"Shut up," Logan said, quickly turning to face Charles. He looked nervous, almost scared of the professor hitting the bull's eye. I glanced at him as well and risked moving closer, putting my hand on Logan's shoulder to try and calm him down.

"Give me a chance. I may be able to help you find some answers," Charles offered, looking from Logan to me.

I shook my head a little, not wanting him to go into my head. The memories that were in there at the moment were very personal. I could also help Logan. I could tell him so much, but I knew that he just wouldn't believe me. He wouldn't believe that we've met before. That we spent many years together. He was stubborn, I knew that. I would have to find a way to carefully remind him of who we used to be.

"How do you know?" Logan asked, shocked. He didn't even realize how he lifted his own hand to cover mine.

"You're not the only one with gifts," Charles's voice rang inside of Logan's head, as the professor continued to watch him.

"What is this place?" Logan asked, his usual smirk coming back onto his face. He was now curious.

"Anonymity is a mutant's first chance against the world's hostility. To the public we're merely a school for gifted youngsters. Vulpe, Cyclops, Storm and Jean were some of my first students. I protected them, taught them how to control their powers and in time to teach others to do the same," Charles was saying as we started to give Logan a tour of the school. I had volunteered to come along with them, wanting to be able to spend more time with Logan.

I really had been here for quite a long time, and had many fond memories of this mansion, even before it became a school, and it was a home to just a small handful of mutants.

"The students are mostly runaways – frightened, alone. Some with gifts so extreme that they become a danger to themselves and those who are around them," When we got to one of the classrooms, I touched Logan's arm and pointed through the glass door at Rogue. She was sitting at one of the desks, taking notes after her teacher.

Logan looked relieved that she really was alright. The girl was even starting to make her first friends. I smiled at Rogue, as I watched John, or Pyro, and Bobby, Iceman, both competing to get her attention. It was very cute. "Like your friend, Rogue. Incapable of physical human contact, probably for the rest of her life. And yet here she is, with others her own age – learning, being accepted, not feared. What will happen to her? That is all up to her – Rejoin the world as an educated young woman, or stay on to teach others to become what the children have affectionately called the X-Men."

We took Logan down to the garage, to show him around there as well. Logan could see the cars we used on a daily basis as well as Scott's motorcycle;

"But the school is merely our public face, The lower levels are an entirely different matter," Charles said, as we took Logan even lower, showing him one of our prides – The Blackbird, the jet we used for missions. Logan arched a brow as he looked at it.

"I hope you're okay with flying," I teased in a quiet whisper, as I nudged him playfully. He only smirked at me.
"What kind of flying are we talking about?" he whispered back to me, leaning in close to my ear. That sent very pleasant chills down my back.

"Take your pick," I smirked back, impishly. Charles coughed to get our attention and we both looked his way. I was embarrassed, Logan – not a bit. He was even still smirking.

"When I was a boy, I discovered that I had the power to control people's minds, and make them think or do anything I wanted. Later on in my life I met a young man, named Erik Lahnsherr. He too had an unusual power – he could create magnetic fields and control metal. Believing that humanity would never accept us, he grew angry and vengeful. He became Magneto."

Next we went down to the stables. I always liked it there. It reminded me of home, back when we lived a much simpler, country life. Kansas City - me, my family and my best friend Miranda. The two of us were tied at the hip back then, and we still remained close friends now. I smiled at one of the girls who were feeding the horses. It was Allie, Miranda's daughter and middle child. Also she was also my daughter in law in a way, because she was mated to my oldest son. I waved at her warmly and smiled. The young girl had long dark blonde, straight hair and hazel green eyes. She was very cute, with her round baby face. What can I say; I was just glad that she took after her mother, not father. Thank you God!

"There are mutants out there with incredible powers; Logan and many do not share my respect for mankind. If no one is there to oppose them, humanity's days may be over," Charles was saying regretfully as he wheeled on ahead of Logan and me. "I'll make a deal with you, Logan. Give me 48 hours to find out what Magneto wants with you and I will give you my word that I will use all of my power to piece together what you have lost and what you're looking for," Charles said meaningfully.

The professor really was sincere, both Logan and I could tell. He did want to help. I glanced at Logan, curiously. Did the professor see something in his head that was making him sure that helping him was possible? I glanced over at Charles and he nodded at me.

He sent Logan back to the lab, where Jean and Gabby could look him over and study his mutation, but held me back. We went up to his office, for a private conversation. The study was quiet, as Charles sat behind his desk, leaning forward on his elbows. He glanced furtively over at me, while I looked back at him quietly with a peaceful smile.

"Are you alright?" He asked me softly, studying my face and reactions.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I said, still smiling at my dear friend. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well with...him being back in the picture, I just wanted to know how you feel about that," Charles admitted, looking down at his desk. Of course, he knew perfectly well who Logan was. He had gotten plenty of the information from my mind, with permission of course, and from the way I had talked about Logan. I always had so many stories to tell.

"Oh," I paused in thought and looked down. I shifted into my slightly older form. I looked like I was in my thirties, and I was more comfortable talking to Charles like this. "I'm... Happy...?"

"You are...?" Charles smiled thinly, "I imagine so. After all he is the one you've been searching for and waiting for, for the past 15 years," he commented.

I nodded slowly, "he really is a completely different person now... I really doubt that he'll ever be the same... And I have big doubts if he'll ever be able to remember who I am."

Charles nodded, "And I'm hesitant to 'help' him remember," He admitted, "No telling how he might react or what that will do to him."

"Exactly..." I nodded. "And if I just tell him the whole truth, he'll laugh at me."

"No he won't...at least not without proof. You know," he started out gently, "I am more than willing to help you," he offered helpfully.

"This new version of him will, or he won't believe me and will just take off," I said quietly. This was true and it was something I was afraid of – Logan taking off, and not ever coming back. I've searched for too long to lose him again. It hurt to even think about it. "I mean really... You lose your memory of 15 years of your live. Then someone tells you that they're your wife and that you have grown up kids together... Would you believe?"

"Honestly? No," Charles smiled sagely, "So you are left with another option. Ease him into it. Have him get used to your children," he suggested.

I nodded, "right..." I said quietly, biting my lip. This was going to be pretty hard... All of the kids had attitudes, except one, but he's up north with his own family.

"He's your mate, and you're his," Charles admitted, "He would accept your children as well..," he murmured softly.

"I'm willing to start over with him... It is kind of like déjà a bit," I smiled faintly at the memory. "When we first met, he had his eyes on me the whole time. The chemistry was instant. It's scary to admit how long ago it was though. I was only 14 back then, such a kid."

"I see, so not much older than Rogue is now," Charles murmured with interest. The only thing different is that Rogue wasn't a feral.

I nodded, "I was a wild one. I used to love sneaking away, to watch the local native tribe. I'd even drag him with me. We ended up joining a ritual once, came home covered in paint. It was so much fun. They loved me, because they thought I was a shifter spirit," I laughed fondly, at the memory.

Back then I always did try to help Logan. He always seemed to have fun with me, even though I really was a lot younger than him. I still remember that we talked a lot, about anything. He'd have plenty of stories of his own. He was the one that taught me about what it meant to be a feral and to control my senses.

I was attracted to him from the start, but at first it was curiosity, since I was just a kid. Then As I got older, it grew into a much stronger infatuation. I fell in love with Logan. When I turned 17 we got married, by the natives. The funny thing is that we didn't even know what kind of a ritual we were involved in until the next day, when we had talked to the Chief and he explained everything. Nowadays it would be called a Vegas wedding and yet the marriage lasted for many years, and we were both happy with the turn of events.

I hated to admit it to Charles, but I didn't just want him back. I wanted him in general. And by the way he had looked at me in the office earlier today; I knew he wanted the same thing. He may not remember me, but I remembered him and I knew what sort of things he liked. I'll just try and play the game...

Third Person POV

Meanwhile:

Senator Kelly was being greeted by a cheering crowd as he got inside the helicopter. HIs right hand man was watching him as the Senator sat down and started talking on the phone with someone.

"Senator, listen you favored the gun registration, yes? Well, some of these so called children posses more than 10 times the destructive force of any hand gun. No, I don't see a difference. All I see are weapons in our schools. Well, it's fair enough," The man nodded, with the phone pressed up to his ear. "Alright."

"So?" His companion asked. Kelly hung up and tossed his cell phone at him.

"It's gonna be close," Kelly said firmly. "A vote this loaded is always going to be close."

"What about the UN Summit? The whole world will be watching," His companion offered, watching Kelly closely. "Maybe there is some way you can use that to your advantage?"

"We're Americans, Stanley. Let the rest of the damned world deal with their mutants in their own way. You know this situation, these mutants... People like this Jean Grey... If it were up to me, I'd lock them all away. It's a war, it's the reason people like me exist."

He was so deep in his own thought that he didn't even notice how his companion, Stanley, was changing shape. HIs form was changing into a female's with blue, rough, scaly skin. The mutant was now revealing her true form – down to her yellow eyes and short red hair that she had sleeked back.

"Where the hell are we?" Kelly asked, finally noticing that they were still flying over water. He turned to see a mutant sitting across from him and panicked. "Pilot!" he yelled, trying to jump from his seat and get as far from the shape shifter as possible.

"You know, it was people like you that made me afraid to go to school as a child," The woman said furiously as she grabbed the senator by his neck with her feet and forced him back into his seat. She knocked him unconscious, getting some of her rage out then nodded in satisfaction and moved into the co-pilot's seat, next to her associate – A man with yellowing skin. He grinned at her and they continued to fly the helicopter to their destination – Genoshia, where Kelly was awaited.

Logan's POV

Xavier Institute:

I was back at the lab, with the red head I had previously almost chocked to death and the kid, her assistant. Okay, so the last bit was questionable. The kid seemed to be pretty advanced. It was impressive.

"Don't run away this time, we won't stab you with any more needles," she said, humorously as she led me over to one of the machines. "It's just a ct scan. Mom or Foxy as you called her said you have claws that come out from your knuckles. You don't mind of we investigate it, right?"

She seemed uncomfortable at the thought that I hit on her mother, but what can I say – she's a looker and she's a feral. It's like a double f*cking jackpot! I couldn't help it that I wanted her.

The red head, Jean, came up to me after the kid had stepped away to set up the machine. Okay, so I did feel kind of bad for overreacting the first time. I could have actually hurt her pretty bad, especially if I let out my claws. She was okay looking as well. Her hair was a much darker shade of red then Foxy's, and this one was kind of skinny, but still attractive.

"I'm sorry," I said, looking up at her.

"For what?" She asked, looking down at me. Her voice was calm, quiet, and pleasant.

"If I hurt you," I motioned to her neck. The kid looked up at me, with this look, like she was seeing a ghost, but then frowned and went back to her work. Weird.

The red just nodded her head, with a small smile and walked away to where the kid was and looked over the machine as well. I made myself comfortable on the table and looked around. I couldn't help but smirk at the thought that came into my head;

"So? Couldn't wait to get my shirt off again, huh?" Both Red and the kid gave me looks. Red's was surprised and the kid, she was smirking and shaking her head.

"I think you're talking to the wrong redhead, Logan," The kid said. Ah, yes! It was Foxy that was undressing me with her eyes! Well, if even the kid noticed that, then it looked like I had a green light to the road to have some fun. I chuckled, but then I sent right into the machine, to do that CT scan. I squinted at the bright light, and let them do their work.

Samantha POV

"Metal as an alloyed called adamantium is supposedly indestructible, it's been surgically grafted into his entire skeleton," I was listening to Jean, as she summarized her and Gabby's findings after they had finished examining Logan. They had gathered Charles, me, Storm and Scott to hold a little meeting.

"How could he have survived a procedure like that?" Storm asked in amazement. I flinched, as I looked at the x-ray up on the board. 'Barely' should be an answer to that.

"His mutation. He has uncharted regenerative capability, much like Gabrielle and Sam, which enables him to heal rapidly," Jean said, folding her arms across her chest. "It also makes his age impossible to determine. He could very well be older then you, Professor."

Kind of like me as well, but I didn't feel like saying that out loud. I didn't feel proud of my age anymore. But if asked, I could admit that I did know Charles when he was in his best years, and leave it at that.

"But the point is, what Dr. Grey failed to tell you is that Adamantium is difficult to find on the periodic table and is known to come from one place only," Gabby said expertly. "My guessing probably the government or a military base. It's a pretty rare metal. The last place to have it more abundantly was said to be Africa."

Jean and the others looked at Gabby with surprise, "And how would you know that?" Jean asked, with a frown.

"I have a friend who's a hacker," Gabby smirked, looking smug. I shook my head at her behavior. She just had to inherit most of her father's lovely traits, didn't she?

"Who did this to him?" Scott asked, with a frown of his own. Now everyone seemed to be on the same page – mutant experimentation.

"He doesn't know. Neither does he remember anything about his life before it happened," Jean said, going back to her usual cool behavior.

"Experimentation on mutants, it's not unheard of," he nodded gravely, looking over at me. I nodded a little back, confirming that this was accurate. "But I've never seen anything like this before."

"What do you think Magneto wants with him?" Scott asked.

"I'm not entirely sure it's him that Magneto wants," Charles said slowly. Rogue was there, in the truck as well after all.

I looked down, realizing that Charles was right. Why would the master of magnetism need a mutant, whose bones were fully made of metal? A puppet maybe, but nothing else. Rogue was a different story. We'd have to keep an eye on the both of them.

After the meeting was over I went to my room, to gather my thoughts, but was interrupted by a knock, "Mom?" it was Gabby. She looked nervous, so I let her into my room and closed the door behind us. "Hey, Mommy."

"What's wrong, baby?" I asked her, motioning for my daughter to sit next to me on the bed. "Talk to me, sweetie. What's on your mind?"

"It's Logan," Gabby said quietly. "It's dad, isn't it?"

I looked at my daughter. She sounded hopeful, and of course – the last time that they saw each other Gabby was only 6. I nodded, offering her a hug, "It is, but as you know his memory is messed up, so he doesn't remember who he really is."

"Well, I don't think he's changed that much, mommy. I heard him apologizing to Jean earlier. He sounded a lot like his old self," Gabby said quietly leaning against me.

"He did?" I asked running my fingers through her soft brown curls.

Gabby nodded, looking at me with those big hazel eyes she inherited from her father. I kissed her brow, pulling my girl closer to me, "We're just going to have to try and help him remember. I know if he remembers us, then he'll be very proud of you. Such a smart, gorgeous girl."

"I promise to help you out mom," Gabby nodded, smiling at me. Then it fell a little. "But I might have done a bad thing.. After seeing d... Logan, flirt with Jean, I talked to Scott warning him to keep an eye out."

"Gabby, I don't think that will be necessary," I frowned and shook my head. "We need to find peaceful solutions. Okay? And we can do it together, you and I. You be your lovable self and I will work my charm in other ways."

Gabby scrunched up her nose, "okay, just if you do go there, at least keep it down," she said, but then chuckled. "Good luck mom. I do really hope that this works in the end."

And so did I...