*Logan P.O.V*

It's been 3 days since Paris. 3 days since Andromeda went AWOL, and 3 days since mutants made the national news.

Erik and Andromeda's faces are all over everything, tv, newspapers, magazines, you name it.

Which I think is only adding more stress on the entire situation.

Charles isn't saying anything at all. I don't know why he took this so hard. I thought he would be happy to see her, I thought that after everything finally seeing her again would help him, pull him through this rough patch. He still looks like a lost puppy...

Why did I sign up for this? When the professor told me to do this, I never imagined it would be this hard. I didn't know he would be this stubborn, especially about Andromeda. At least he's not drinking as much as he was when I got here, because one thing I won't do is clean up vomit. I'll make Hank clean that shit up.

Honestly Andromeda and Charles just need to work it out, especially if we are going to save the future. I hope that the events that have happened so far haven't messed up the future even more than it already is.

Hank pressed open the front door of the mansion in front of us, slowly. We had finally gotten home, there was a problem at the airport and all flights were grounded. We couldn't even sneak in to get to the plane, security was so bad. Probably because of the little display that Andromeda and Erik put on.

As Charles stepped through the doorway he stumbled into the doorpost, clutching it for support.

I grabbed his arm to steady him.

"Professor are you all right?" I asked him.

"Yes I'm fine. Don't call me that." He grumbled pulling my arm from his grasp.

Okay. So he's still in a bad mood. He will probably be in a bad mood until she comes back. I can see it in his eyes when he looks around. He's looking for her, waiting for her to come back. Even when he hates her, he wants her here. I seriously do not understand their relationship. All they do is fight when she is here, but when she's gone he longs for her.

"It's been too long since his last dose." Hank explained. "Don't worry Charles I'll get it." He walked into a room to the right and emerged with a syringe filled with a golden colored liquid.

"I upped the dosage because you missed one." Hank said quietly handing the syringe to Charles.

"Wait, Charles don't take it." I said looking at him.

Charles looked at me, his piercing blue eyes stabbing me.

I swallowed and considered my next words. They had to be something to inspire Charles.

"Charles, we are going to need you at full strength to stop Erik. You are the only one who can get through to him." I reasoned.

He paused, considering what he was about to do.

I spoke again.

"We need you to find them. I know that you are upset, but you can help us all by finding them. Erik is going to do something big, he hates Trask as much as we do. You saw the extent of what he will do to stop him, he tried to kill Raven. Who I don't think is in the right mind at the moment either."

I could see it in his eyes that he was conflicted. He knew that I was right, especially after we released Erik into the world again.

He sighed heavily and pulled the syringe away from his arm. "Okay. I'll try to find them." He breathed.

"Charles are you sure?" Hank asked incredulous. Hank looked geniuinely suprised at Charles's sudden desire to use his powers.

Charles nodded his head. "Hank can you get my chair please." He said in a small voice.

Hank sighed and shrugged his shoulders. He walked back into the study and rolled out a wheelchair.

Charles sighed and slowly moved himself into it, I was holding his arm once more trying to help him.

He must really hate this chair.

We moved slowly towards the elevator and began to descend slowly into Cerebro. Worry began to creep into my mind.

He hasn't used his powers in a long time, and using Cerebro might not be the best idea. He will be linked to every mind, everyone in the planet. Being linked to every mind might overwhelm him to the point of overload. He could wipe out everyone with a single thought. I guess we don't have many options. We have to find Erik and this is the only way.

"When was the last time you were down here?" I asked walking slowly behind the Professor.

"The last time we were looking for students." Hank answered walking quietly behind us.

"A lifetime ago." Charles breathed, as the machine performed the retinal scan.

"Welcome Professor." The machine buzzed and immediately the doors opened, depositing us onto Cerebro.

"These are muscles I haven't stretched in a long time." Charles mumbled, reaching one hand up to massage his forehead. He looked just as worried as I felt.

He slowly put on the helmet and shut his eyes in concentration, taking a deep breath to focus.

Spots of light appeared around us, glowing brightly in the dark room.

So many people in the world now, where I'm from most are dead. It's rare that we would run into another group, usually it was just the X-Men. Groups were scarse and when we did run into another group we often didn't get along.

All of the sudden the lights began to go out, and a horrible shrieking filled the room. I cringed away from Cerebro, the shrieking hurting my hearing. The console in front of us started to spark with electricity. Charles immediately ripped the helmet off of his head and threw it back onto the console.

"It's okay Charles, I'll just go check the generator." Hank said leaving the room.

"It's okay Charles. Just try again." I urged.

"No! I can't do it! I can't use my powers not like this, not anymore!" He shouted, rolling backwards away from Cerebro dramatically.

"You're just a little rusty." I said shrugging.

He shook his head adamantly.

"You don't understand, it's not a question of being rusty. I can flip the switches, I can turn the knobs, but my power comes from here, it comes from..." he stopped and pointed at his chest. "And that's broken. It broke a long time ago." He murmured.

"Charles, Andromeda is back. She still loves you, and even though she made mistakes she is still here for you. I know that you can do this, and so does she." I encouraged.

He slowly turned in his chair to look at me.

"She's never going to forgive me. The things I said I didn't mean them. And now she's not going to come back. I got her back and lost her all over again in one day." He whispered. Fear and hurt shone on his face.

I sighed. "Charles she will come back. She loves you more than anything, and I don't need to be a mind reader to know that."

"But everything went wrong so fast. Everything has just been a huge mistake. I'm sorry Logan, but they sent back the wrong man. I'm nothing, and now I've pushed away everyone in my life." He swallowed. Tears shone on his eyes.

This is not going well. The Charles I know is so different than him, could one person change so much? Maybe he doesn't realize that he has people to rely on, people that he can trust.

I took a deep breath and searched for what to say.

What will inspire him to find the confidence he needs?

"You're right. They sent back the wrong man, it was going to be Andromeda. She wanted to come back so bad. Do you know it took her 60 years to fight her way out of that facility, she didn't stop fighting. She didn't give up, she did everything to get to us to warn us, to get back to you Charles. When she showed up and finally saw you she lit up. She looks at you the same way. She wanted to come back and fight with you, but I was the only one strong enough to make the trip. So she sent me, a complete stranger to you now, but look in my mind and see how you helped me. I don't know how to help you the way you helped me, but I know someone who can. And he's right in here" I said motioning to my mind. I leaned forward my arms resting on his wheel chair, pleading him with my eyes to look into my mind.

He raised his hands tentatively to the sides of my head, and gasped as he was pulled into my memories.

This should be fun.

*Charles Past P.O.V*

Jumping into his mind was like diving into a ice bucket. It shocked me what Logan had been through. Countless expirements, countless losses, killing the woman he loved. All sad memories, but he still fought he didn't give up.

And he reminded me of one person because of it,

Andromeda.

Her life is filled with so much pain and anger but she continues to fight on. She inspires me, and the people around her to be better than they are. She has so much faith in me and I was just awful to her. I hate myself because I said those things. I hate that I pushed her away as soon as she got back.

I finally got her back and I only hurt her more. On the other hand she killed herself, she chose death over being with me. Why didn't she tell me? Why didn't she trust me? I trusted her with everything...

Logan's memories flashed by me, and suddenly I was in a concrete room. Colorful glass shone like diamonds in the walls around me. I was lying on a concrete table in the center of the room. I looked up and saw Andromeda above me, her eyes shut in concentration, her hands on both sides of my face.

She was just as beautiful as ever. Her long black hair fell into her face and I desperately wanted to brush it away, to feel her skin beneath my hand.

I absorbed her touch, realizing how it comforted me, realizing how much I missed it.

I sat up and looked around, my gaze finally stopping on a man in a wheelchair. He looked at me and smiled.

Wait, he knew I was here.

I stood up from Logan's body and turned to the hand was resting on top of Andromeda's on the side of Logan's head.

"Hello Charles." He said telepathically.

And I realized who he was. He was me. What happened to my hair? Not important, kinda important.

"Hello." I said less confidently.

He smiled wider. A shudder ran through Andromeda's body. His gaze suddenly turned to her and worry filled his face.

She opened her eyes, a flash of navy blue.

"I'm fine Charlie." She groaned giving him a weak smile.

"Don't lie to me Andy." He responded raising an eyebrow.

She let out a laugh that sounded like a wheeze.

"I've had worse." She choked out.

Old me chuckled under his breath.

"Don't remind me." He replied.

That's when I realized that she was hurt. A stripe of fabric was wrapped around her thigh, soaked in blood.

Worry filled my mind, I knew this was in the future, but she was still my Andy, she was still hurt.

"Andromeda." I tried to say.

She didn't acknowledge me, she was focused back on Logan's body.

"She can't hear you Charles." Future me said telepathically.

"Oh." I looked down at the ground.

"You gave her a hard time didn't you?" He asked me calmly.

I opened my mouth to speak, raising my head.

"I thought you might." He shook his head sadly. "Take it easy on her, she still doesn't know the real reason why she did it."

"Wait what? What's the real reason?" I exclaimed.

He took in a shallow breath, and considered his next words.

"I'm going to let her tell you. This is all just as hard on her. She hasn't realized why she did this, and when she finally does know you need to listen. It will be hard for her to tell you." He continued. He put his hand on hers once more, trying to comfort her.

"But we already talked about it." I sputtered.

He only shook his head at me his eyes sad.

"No Charles. What she believes to be true is just a shield from what she really knows." He replied gently.

"She wouldn't lie about that! Especially after what I..." I began to say but stopped.

Future me froze.

"What did you do?" He said his eyes widening.

"I was upset, I..." I sighed and looked at the ground. I was ashamed at what I had said. She apologized, she wanted to make up for what she did and I only pushed her away.

He didn't say anything, but squeezed Andromeda's hand tightly. He was holding on to her, and I realized why. He didn't believe that she was really here either, he had doubts.

She smiled at him, her face lighting up. She looked at him the same way she looks at me. Her eyes filled with love, even though she is in pain, even though I'm old, she still loves me.

What have I done?

"Andromeda won't admit to me how hard she had to fight to escape. She won't admit everything she went through, but I saw it in her mind. Trask was sick in many ways, and Andromeda was his favorite to torment. She won't say what went on in there, but you can see how it weighs on her." He sighed. He reached up to brush a stray hair from her face.

"I'm going to fix this, Charles." I urged.

"I hope so. Because nothing is worse than this future." He replied shaking his head.

"Thank you. You have helped me more than I thought was possible."

"Don't forget that you aren't alone. Logan and Andromeda have both been through hell, they know how it feels." He said sadly.

I slowly pulled myself from Logan's mind, easing myself back into my own body. Into my wheelchair, my stupid, stupid wheelchair.

"Did you find out what you needed to?" He said gruffly.

I nodded.

I had to fix this, I have to make sure that the future Logan saw never happened.

The sliding doors at the end of the platform opened and Hank walked in.

"I think I fixed it, if you want to give it another go Charles." He said enthusiastically.

I turned around and rolled myself to the console. The helmet sat there mocking me, watching me. I took a deep breath and tried to calm my nerves.

I can do this just focus. Focus, focus, focus.

Why can't I focus easily?

I put on the helmet slowly, and tried to focus again for what seemed like the millionth time.

Just breathe.

Minds rushed past me in a calidiscope of colors but there was only one I searched for.

Andromeda.

Erik and Raven could wait, I had to find Andromeda now. I had to make sure she was okay.

I found her easily, feeling the pull of her mind. It was familiar, comforting, showing me once more how much I missed her.

A familiar warmth spread through me as I looked through her mind, still filled with so much love for me.

Why did I do this? Why did I push her away?

I sighed and opened my eyes, severing the connection to Cerebro.

I removed the helmet from my head slowly.

Logan placed his hand on my shoulder.

"Did you find her?" He asked gruffly.

I nodded.

"How can she forgive me after this? How can she forgive me after what I said?" I murmured.

Logan thought for a moment.

It was weird hearing thoughts again. I had become used to the silence, and now hearing the roar of someone else, it was unnerving.

"If she really loves you, she will forgive you Charles." He answered.

"Yeah. I hope so." I muttered...