I DO NOT OWN LOGAN.

Laura's P.O.V.

Alberta, Canada. That's where my bonehead father is hiding out. Apparently, after he regained his memories and remembered all the horrible things that he did in the multiple wars he was a part of, he ran off and he's turned himself into a hermit by hiding in the wilderness in a small town in Alberta.

"I swear it's like he's trying to make my life difficult," I say to Jubilee as I repack my bag for my journey tomorrow. I was given another pair of clothes, which I put in my bag. I also have the comic books, Dad's old glasses, the pack of tampons—still haven't gotten my first period, though—my notebook and pen, my hairbrush, and some food.

"Well, Logan is known to make other people's lives difficult. And it's not like he even knows you exist yet, so he doesn't know what he's doing." I roll my eyes and zip up my bag. Jubilee is a pretty Asian girl with the mutation to generate pyrotechnic energy plasmoids from her hands. I don't know her that well, but she had come to the room that I had been staying in to talk to me.

"I guess, but it feels like he's trying to make this harder for me than it has to be. I'm already risking the probability that I might not be born to do this." I put a hand to my stomach and stop talking. I'm starting to make myself so anxious about this that I'm beginning to feel sick. Of course, nobody would want to change the past so that they won't exist in the present; but this is something I must do, no matter how scared I am.

"I know that. You just should tell him the least amount of information as possible. For example: don't tell him the name of the company that created you so that he can't go and tear up the place before you're born. And don't tell him the year that you'll be born." I sigh as I we walk down the hallway and to the kitchen, where Jean is cooking something for dinner. "Or, you could get on his good side and have him actually look forward to the day you are born." But then she snorts. "Who am I kidding? Logan doesn't seem like the kind of guy who is fond of children."

"I have to tell him which company created me." Even though I don't want to, I know that I should. Jubilee frowns, confused.

"Why?"

"Because the people who created me and my friends are the same people who are responsible for the decline of mutant births since two-thousand four. And will be the ones responsible for the eventual extinction of the mutant species," I tell her. Her eyes grow wide, and I leave her side to find Charles. There's one last thing that I must do before I leave.

I stop in front of Charles's office and take a deep breath before knocking on the door. There's a moment of silence before I get an answer.

"Come in," Charles calls out. I open the door to see him at his desk reading a book. When I come in, he looks up and puts the book down.

"Laura, what can I do for you?" I take a moment to look around the room and see that it's a nice room filled with books and papers. I can imagine Charles spending most of his time here to get a break from everybody in this place.

I reach into my jacket pocket and pull out the bottle of pills that the Charles I know in '29 will have to take to prevent seizures. I hold the bottle out to him, and he carefully takes it from me. He looks it over for a moment, then peers at me.

"What are these for?" he asks me with a confused look on his face.

"I didn't say this in front of the others because I didn't want to scare them or cause a disturbance, but… they're for you," I tell him. I take a deep breath and let it out. "In the year two thousand, twenty-eight, you'll have a massive seizure. This seizure will cause the death or severe injury of about six hundred people. And you'll kill most of the people here, in this school. The only known people to have survived are Logan, Jean, and Hank." As I was talking, all the blood drained from Charles's face as he listened to me. I know that he believes me. His reaction to my information proves that. And now he's probably trying to come to terms with the fact that—if he doesn't do something—he could accidently kill hundreds of people, including his friends.

I stand there in his office for five minutes in complete silence. Charles is trying to come up with something to say, seeming to be at a loss for words. Finally, he seems to recover enough to speak.

"Okay," he whispers. I raise my eyebrows and gape at him in confusion.

"That's it? I just told you that in fifteen years, you'll accidently kill hundreds of people, and all you have to say is 'Okay'?" I fold my arms across my chest, completely annoyed.

"There's nothing I can do at the moment; but I promise you that I'll look into it and I'll do everything in my power to prevent all of those people from dying. But that's all I can do for now." I'm about to argue, but he cuts me off. "I appreciate you warning me about this, I really do. If I can figure out how to prevent the seizure, then you'll have saved hundreds of lives. But I'd rather not think of it right now." I sigh loudly, mildly annoyed. But I know that he's right. It's not like he's going to have the seizure tomorrow, he still has a lot of time to figure it all out. Besides, this should be the last thing on my mind. Tomorrow I have to start my long journey to Canada, and I have no idea how I'm going to get there.

I nod in agreement, and at that moment, Jean's voice rings out.

"Dinner's ready!" she calls. Charles gestures for us to leave the room, and we both step out into the hallway and make our way to the dining room.

Laid out on the table is a feast. Jean had coded up two huge steaks, and Rogue had helped her by cooking up a big bowl of mashed potatoes, and some greed beans, as well as a salad. Plus, there are a few options for those who are apparently vegetarian—based on the disgusted looks they are throwing towards the cooked meat. I respect those people who are vegetarian, but I could never be one. I love meat too much to just not eat it.

Everybody grabs a plate and they fill it up with food, then they grab a seat wherever they can. I do the same, snatching a chair at the table next to Audrey and Logan. Outside, a huge storm rages on. Heavy rain, lightning. If Storm wasn't sitting across the table from me, then I'd think that she was responsible. But nope, just Mother Nature being a bitch.

In the middle of the meal, Charles gets everybody's attention, and they quiet down.

"Everybody, I know that it has been a weird couple of days. Up until now, we didn't know that a time machine would ever be possible, and yet, here we are, surrounding the dinner table, having one last night with a mutant from the future. I know that the future that she comes from isn't exactly ideal, but hopefully, with her here, we'll be able to fix the present to get a better future. A future where we are all here, doing what we are now. A future where Logan is alive and healthy." I can see the pain in his eyes as he recalls the information I told him earlier.

"Ya know," Scott begins as he puts his fork down. "I could never really see Logan having any children. To be honest, he didn't seem like the guy with the patience to raise one." He chuckles. "I definitely never saw him having a daughter. If he were to ever have a child, all I can see in my head is a son." He shrugs.

"He almost did have a son," I tell them. Everyone turns to look at me, frowning in confusion.

"What do you mean?" Hank asks. I put my fork down and sigh.

"As I told you guys, I wasn't brought into existence the natural way. I was created in a lab. We'll call the company that created me… the Academy. When the Academy got ahold of my dad's DNA, they wanted to create a male clone. I guess they thought that a girl wouldn't be as strong or something…" I could totally see that being the reason why Dr. Rice wouldn't want the clone they created to be a girl. "But something in his DNA was damaged. The Y-chromosome, I think. But they tried to make a male clone, anyways. They tried twenty-two times. And they failed twenty-two times. Then, my mother, a geneticist at the Academy, suggested that they create a girl clone." I shake my head. "I guess the correct term would be a genetic twin, because the clone wouldn't be the same gender as Logan. I don't know, that's what Gabriela said.

"Anyway, the head of the Academy denied her suggestion. But she went ahead with the procedure anyway, and when the Academy found out—instead of destroying the fetus—they forced my mother to carry it. And it was a success. They got me out of it, but after I was born, they took my mother away and nobody ever saw her again."

The whole table is quiet when I finish my tale, nobody knowing what to say. Finally, Scott breaks the silence.

"How do you know all that stuff?" he asks. I shrug.

"After my dad died, I did a lot of research on the company that created me. And I managed to get some information out of Gabriela, one of the nurses that raised me."

"So, they weren't able to create a male clone?" Rogue asks. I shake my head.

"Just me. When I was born, I was given the label that I was supposed to be referred as."

"And what 'Label' was that?" Jean asks.

"X-23. And before you ask why, I'm not exactly sure. I think it has to do with the weapon X experiment that my dad was put through." I shrug.

"So how did you end up with the name 'Laura?'"

"The nurses that raised me, they told me that my mom had chosen my name the day I was born, before she died."

"Okay, I think we've all enjoyed the lesson, but why don't we go back to eating?" a woman says. I think that's a little rude, but I don't say anything, as I really do want to finish eating. So, I pick up my fork and shove more food in my mouth.

Thirty minutes later—as we're eating dessert—two boys around my age walk up to the table. One of them has a greenish tint to his skin, while the other kind of resembles a snake. They both look to be mad and they are walking very close to each other. I don't find out why until a second later. The glint of metal handcuffs catches my eyes. Where the hell did two fourteen-year-olds get handcuffs?

"Professor X?" the snake-looking boy asks. Charles looks over at them, sees the handcuffs, and sighs.

"What happened, Teddy?" Jean asks.

"Ronny and I found a pair of handcuffs earlier today, and a few minutes ago, we were messing around with them and accidently handcuffed ourselves to each other," Teddy says.

"Do you have a key?" Teddy shakes his head. Jean groans in defeat. Scott smirks, but otherwise doesn't look up from the piece of cake he's eating. He would find this amusing.

"We have bolt cutters in the shed in the back," Hank suggests. "I could go get them." Charles shakes his head.

"I wouldn't feel comfortable sending anybody out there in this storm."

"Too bad Storm isn't here," Scott says.

"Where is she?" Rogue asks.

"When I last saw her, she said something about helping Bobby out with something. I haven't seen her since this morning." I focus on my cake and try to drown out their conversation, for fear of where this is heading. Charles sighs.

"Well then," he says to Teddy and Ronny. "I guess you're going to have to be cuffed together for the night, until we can figure something out."

"Wait, I've got an idea," Scott exclaims. "We need something sharp and strong enough to cut through the cuffs, right?" Oh, god.

"Yeah?" Jean says, confused. At that moment, I can feel every pair of eyes turn towards me. I look up and exchange a look with Charles. He nods.

"Please, Laura?" he asks. "It'd make the whole situation easier for all of us." I lean my head on my clenched fist as I think about it. Should I help Teddy and Ronny? I don't really like to have attention drawn to me; and—if I do this—I'm sure to attract everyone's attention. But then again, I'd hate to be handcuffed to someone else overnight, and wouldn't wish that on these guys. What the hell. It's not like they don't know what I can do. I might as well do it since I've got nothing to hide. I nod.

Teddy and Ronny walk over and stand next to Rogue, who sits directly across from me. They hold their arms out to me, waiting for me to free them. I sigh and take my right hand, and slowly unsheathe my claws.

I hear a couple of people suck in some air, but other than that, the room is quiet as I reach over, and cut the handcuffs in half, leaving each boy with a bracelet around their wrists, but separated. I retract my claws, and go back to eating.

After we're done eating and the mess we made is cleaned up, Charles pulls me aside before I can go up to bed.

"I want to thank you for helping Theodore and Ronald. They're good kids, but they can do stupid things—such as handcuff themselves together—sometimes," he tells me. I give him a small smile. "Anyway, I just wanted you to know that we will be giving you a ride to Alberta, tomorrow morning." I raise my eyebrows.

"What?" I ask.

"We don't want you to waste any time trying to figure out how you're going to get to Alberta, so we figured that we'd give you a ride on the X-Jet. It'd be much faster, and it'd make me feel better if I knew that you had gotten there okay." I melt when he says that. It makes me miss him more and more with the way he's being so nice to me when he doesn't know me. I give him a hug and start walking to my room.

"Gracias, Charles." He smiles.

"De nada, Laura."

A/N: What did you think? So, I know that some of you guys are going to comment that I didn't need to add that info about how Laura was created because you already know about it; but I feel like they didn't explain it enough in the movie, and I wanted to explain it to the people who only watched the movie and didn't read the comics. And I also tried to mix stories from both the movie and comics when explaining How Laura was created. I didn't actually read the comics, but I did do a lot of research. If I got anything wrong, feel free to correct me. Please review!

~Gina