Authoress Note: Hey I know it's been a while and sorry about that! But anyway, I have a lot of different ideas for this story so please review and tell me your ideas if you have any and I'll take them under consideration! Thank u!
By the way I'm going to use James instead of Logan so try not to get confused! ;)
"Jimmy! Oh my god! I've missed you so much! Where've you been!? How're you alive?!" Hugh rambled.
James chuckled.
"I was thinking the same thing," James replied.
Hugh chuckled. "Well come on! We gotta catch up! It's been what? 170 years?" he motioned for James to come inside.
James looked at the clock on the wall. It was about 11:30. He had to get going soon; the others would be worrying about him soon.
"Well I guess I gotta minute." James walked into the room and looked around. It had a mirror hanging on the wall with a desk. A bunch of containers were spread across the desk. There was also a table in front of the desk. There was another table against the wall covered with papers (scripts) and boxes of clothes and a clothes rack in the corner. There were clothes hanging on it. Next to the rack were a couple chairs with coats draped on them. And lastly, there was a bar stool in the corner.
"Got 'nough clothes," James muttered and Hugh laughed behind him.
"Well show biz calls for a lot of clothes!" Hugh laughed.
"How'd you get into show biz anyway?"
"Well…" Hugh slumped into the chair behind him and James sat in the bar stool in the corner. "I kind of made up a life after something that happened 'bout 12 years ago. I made up the last name, obviously, Jackman. And I created the person Hugh Jackman. A singer and actor. I auditioned for a role in the play "Oklahoma" desperate to get away from what happened and the bad memories and BAM I'm Hugh Jackman."
"Yeah I get it. But, what was the bad thing that happened 12 years ago?"
"Uhhh. Well…." Hugh stuttered.
"What?"
"Well…Well since you're still alive you must have some sort of power or somethin' right?" Hugh asked.
James nodded.
"Okay so you're a mutant right?" Hugh blurted out.
"Yeah I'm a mutant. What about it?" James asked.
"Okay. So, I'm a mutant too. I have a dangerous power. I'm a feral mutant and this guy, William Stryker, wanted me for an experiment," James balled his hands into fists and Hugh noticed but went on. "He took this metal called adamantium and graphed it onto my skeleton and my claws. They said that it was indestructible. The claws are part of my mutation. Stryker called me Weapon X-2. I don't know who Weapon X is. He turned me into an animal Jimmy. He had me kill for him. But, then I realized what I was doing. I broke free from his controlling chip that he had installed in the back of my neck. I don't know how though? I heard from the person in the cell across from me that a whole bunch of mutants broke into the facility and let everyone free. I got away, good thing too because the whole facility got flooded. A dam broke. It was horrible, Jimmy."
James was fuming. He was beyond pissed off. THEY GOT MY BROTHER! DAMN YOU STRYKER! I'M GLAD I KILLED YOU!
"What's wrong?" Hugh asked looking confused.
"They got you?" James asked.
"What?"
"Stryker got you?!"
"What? Did he get you?"
James's claws popped out and he growled. Hugh growled and his claws popped out too. They looked identical.
"Is he dead?" Hugh growled out.
James nodded in response.
"Good. Let him rot," Hugh growled and sheathed his claws back in his forearm, as did James.
"Ya know, Hugh, I'm Weapon X. I'm the first to get adamantium graphed to my skeleton. It happened about 15 years ago. I killed for him too. But then Stryker tried to kill my girl, I went berserk. Tried to kill 'im. But he shot me in the head 3 times with adamantium bullets. The healing factor healed my head but not my memory. I lost my memory. Who I was, my name, everything. I had dog tags around my neck that said Logan and Wolverine," James said as he pulled his dog tags out of his pocket. "So I went by those names. Until I regained my memories by finding our old mansion in the middle of the woods. I remembered everything. I still haven't told any of my friends…"
"You're Weapon X?" Hugh asked shocked.
"Yeah…"
It was silent for a while. Then Hugh pulled his own dog tags out of a drawer in his desk.
"Why did you go by Logan? Our real dad's name?" Hugh asked while rubbing his thumb over the dog tag that said "Gray Wolf" on it.
"Huh. A long time ago I ran away from home because Thomas Logan, dad, killed who we thought was our dad for a while, John Howlett Jr. I was angry and my claws came out for the first time and I killed dad when I was 10. I ran away with this girl named Rose and had to pick a fake name, so I went with Logan. And Wolverine is my mutant name."
"Oh… Well, my mutant name is Gray Wolf or Wolf. It's not fancy."
"Wolverine and Gray Wolf…" James muttered then smiled.
"So d'you have a healing factor, claws, and heightened senses?" Hugh asked.
"Yeah."
"So we are exactly the same. We look alike and have the same powers. " Hugh chuckled.
James chuckled too. "I guess so. Twins."
The silence continued for a few minutes, then James' phone vibrated and he answered it. Immediately Ororo started yelling at him.
"Hello?" James answered.
"Where have you been?! It's been an hour Logan! We've been standing outside with the Limo for an hour! What do you have to say for yourself?!" Ororo screamed into the phone. For a second he thought he was going to go deaf. Hugh and James chuckled.
"Are you laughing?! Who's that in the background?" Ororo asked.
"Umm….He's my bro-," James answered but got interrupted.
"Logan you are going to have to hurry and get out here. The students are tired. Bobby has fallen asleep on the sidewalk."
James grunted. "Alright I'll be out there in a minute."
"Thank you Logan," Ororo answered then hung up.
James hung up and put the phone in his pocket.
"Sorry to cut our reunion short but I have to go." James said.
"I'll come with," Hugh said smiling.
"What?"
"I'll come with," Hugh repeated.
"Don't you have a life here and job?"
"Yeah but I just found my brother that had been gone for over 170 years! I'm coming with."
James smiled and chuckled. "Always stubborn."
"Look who's talking!" Hugh answered and laughed.
James laughed. "Alright, alright. Pack your stuff, let's go."
"YES!" Hugh shouted and he picked up a big bag and dropped a smaller bag inside with probably his toiletries inside. Then he stuffed in some jeans and t-shirts. Then he put in some leather boots and other clothes After about 5-10 minutes he zipped up the bag.
"Kay it's all good now I just have to tell my boss I'm leaving," Hugh announced.
"So you're quitting?" James asked.
"Yup just gimme a second," Hugh said then he picked up the bag shut the light and walked out of the room, turning off the lights as he left. James shut the door behind him.
Once in the hallway, Hugh turned around and ripped the gold star and words that said "Hugh Jackman" off the door. Hugh smiled as he put the stuff in the bag. Then he strode down the hall and stopped at a door and dropped the bag in the hallway.
"You can stay here if you want," Hugh said as he knocked on the door.
"Alright," James said.
"Come in!" shouted a voice from the other side.
Hugh gave James a reassuring smile then walked in.
"Hello Hugh, what do you want?" said a man's voice.
"I just came to tell you that I am quitting," said Hugh.
"What?! You have to be joking!"
"I'm not. I just found a close family member that has been missing for a long time and I'm going home with him."
"You can't quit Hugh!"
"I am already packed. Goodbye sir," Hugh said then walked out the door and shut it behind him.
"Alright let's go," Hugh said then smiled and it reached his eyes. He picked up the bag.
James smiled and nodded. "You lead the way."
Hugh smiled and led him through a maze of hallways that lead to the front door. He walked through and saw Ororo and the others standing up front. Bobby was asleep on the sidewalk leaning against a sign.
"You came in a limo?" Hugh asked, surprised.
Ororo turned around and gasped.
Authoress note: I know its short but it's something! I working on the 5th chapter right after I post this. And please review your ideas!
G.