Disclaimer: I don't own the X-Men, but, oh my god, next chapter we begin with Apocalypse!

In the future, Logan woke up and found a very different world. It had worked. It had all worked. All the X-men were there. After all, Charles had kept his promise.

"Jean." He said as he saw the woman…How was it? His ideal woman.

"Hey, Logan."

"Jean." If hadn't been a tough guy, he would've probably cried after he saw his love and the woman that in another future, had died in his own arms.

"Are you okay?"

"You're here." He said as he got near her.

If she had only knew that he had been through a living hell, in which there was a pretty little demon that had looked just like her and he had just woken up from it…It was better not to tell her

"Where else would I be?" She asked.

Logan raised a hand and was about to touch her cheek, to prove if it was real, or it was another dream of his.

"Whoa." Scott appeared and stopped him. "Easy, pal."

"Well, some things never change." Logan said and patted his male partner "It's good to see you, Scott."

"Uh-huh." Scott replied with suspicious "See you later, Jean."

"Professor." Logan said when he saw him.

"Logan, is everything all right?" Jean asked him.

"Yeah." He answered and she walked away, "Yeah, I think it is." He turned to Charles "You did it."

"Did what?" Charles let his book fell and moved his levitating chair towards him "Logan, don't you have a class to teach?"

"A class to teach?" Logan asked.

"History."

"History?" Logan thought how ironic it was "Actually, I could use some help with that."

"Help with what?"

"Pretty much everything after 1973." Logan answered. "I think the history I know is a little different."

The Professor was speechless.

"Welcome back." Finally, he murmured.

"It's good to see you, Charles." Logan said and looked around "It's good to see everyone."

"Well... I had a promise to keep." Charles replied.

"A promise? What about the second one?" Logan folded his arms and Charles smiled.

"You and I have a lot of catching up to do."

"Yeah."

"What's the last thing you remember?" Charles asked.

The past.
A new...
and uncertain world.
A world of
endless possibilities.
And infinite outcomes.
Countless
choices define our fate.
Each choice, each moment...
a ripple in the river of time.
Enough ripples...
and you change the tide.
For the future
is never truly set.