I DO NOT OWN LOGAN.

Laura's P.O.V.

What is with Jean poking her nose in another person's business? It's like she's incapable of leaving well enough alone. I huff softly and grind my teeth together. I just need to calm down long enough to convince Charles to help me.

"What did you find?" one guy asks Jean. I hear Jean take a deep breath and let it out as she prepares to tell whoever is in the room about me.

"She has claws, Scott."

"What are you talking about?" Scott asks. Six or seven more people chime in with curiosity.

"She has adamantium coated claws, just like Logan. Though only two on each hand and one on each foot. I mean, it could mean nothing because there have been plenty of cases were two mutants have the same power with a slight difference. But... I don't know. It seems like it's more than that." Someone chuckles softly.

"I dunno, Jean. Maybe it is something more. I mean, Logan has been known to have the occasional one-night stand every so often. Maybe she's his daughter," a man says. Hank. I've got to give him credit because he's not far off. I am Logan's daughter, but I'm not the by-product of a one-night stand; more like I'm a science experiment gone wrong.

"It's possible," Jean agrees. "I mean, they have the same shaped face and lips and eyes, and their hair is the same color, too. But I don't know. I don't see Logan being irresponsible enough to not use protection. And I don't remember him ever going to Mexico."

"Well, you're right about the protection, but she was most likely born when Logan was out traveling and by himself," Scott reminds her. "So, he could have gone to Mexico and never even told us. Or maybe her mother could have been vacationing in the states or Canada and then went back to Mexico. And that's if she ishis daughter, we don't know for sure." Okay, I can't just sit here and listen to them come up with their own theories about my existence. I need to come out from my hiding space and tell them the truth.

"And what's with that watch?" Hank asks. I frown. Watch? Jean takes a deep breath.

"It was on her when we found her, along with Logan's dog tags. I'm surprised it survived the crash. I'm surprised that she survived the crash, but I'm guessing—with everything else that she has in common with Logan—that she's also able to heal fast." I look down at my wrist and the watch that'll allow me to get back to my time is gone, along with the dog tags that were around my neck. Something comes over me at that moment. Maybe I'm overreacting, but I feel annoyance wash over me.

Without thinking, I come out from my hiding spot, revealing myself to a room full of mutants. When I reveal myself, everyone turns to look at me, but I only have eyes for Jean, who is clutching both the watch and the necklace in her hands. I narrow my eyes at her and start marching over to her. When I reach her, I reach and yank both the watch and necklace from her hands. I give her a defensive look and then turn to examine the objects. Both seem to be in perfect conditions, save for a couple of harmless scratches on the screen of the watch. I sigh with relief.

I put the watch back on, then I hug the dog tags to my chest. They're the only thing that I have left of my dad, and I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if anything happened to them. I put it around my neck and then look up to meet several pairs of eyes.

I wish they would stop looking at me like that. It makes me feel like I'm some piece of art in a museum or something. What are they thinking as they look at me? A runaway mutant? A girl who could possibly be Logan's daughter? Or just as some troubled teenager? Probably all three. But I don't really care what they think of me. I'm not here for their approval; I'm here for Charles's help.

I search the room and find Charles, who sits in his wheel chair next to the couch. I almost smile when I see that his skin isn't as wrinkled as it was when I last saw him in '29, and he looks healthier. And I know that the only way that I'm going to get him to help me is if I tell him the truth about everything. Though I won't give him the details, I'll just give him the highlights.

"Hello," he starts in that familiar English accent. "I'm Professor Charles Xavier, and I'm-"

"I know who you are," I interrupt. I look around the room and try to work up the courage to do this, it's going to be even harder to tell him than it was to tell Jean and Hank. Charles raises his eyebrows at me, his face filled with curiosity.

"Oh? Well then, you know who I am so why don't you tell me who you are?" His voice is kind and patient; and I'm glad that in the next however many years that he lives, his personality won't change much.

"Laura."

"Laura? That's your name?" I nod and he smiles.

"I need to tell you something," I tell him. "And I know that it's going to sound crazy, but I need you to listen to me before you ask questions." Confusion crosses his face, as well as the faces of the other people in the room. I hear a couple of people whisper amongst themselves, but I only have eyes for Charles. He nods.

"Okay," he agrees quietly. "We can do that, can't we?" He's talking to Jean and everyone else. They don't answer at first, but eventually everyone agrees.

"My name is Laura Kinney, and I'm from the year 2032." I hear somebody snort loudly and I turn and narrow my eyes at Scott. He has an annoying smirk on his face that tells me that he thinks I'm full of shit and possibly thinks that I just escaped from an asylum.

I take a deep breath, ordering myself to ignore him and move on with the story. I turn back to Charles.

"And you guys are right. I am Logan's daughter." A couple of people gasp slightly and shock crosses over their faces. "But I wasn't born from a one-night stand. I wasn't born because Logan was irresponsible. I was created in the lab of a company not worth mentioning right now." I sigh. I can't believe I must relive this again. I quickly go over the facts. How Transigen created X-24 after my friends and I didn't want to fight for them. How we escaped with some of the nurses. How I met Logan. "To make a long story short, in about a week or so, Logan will be approached by a woman named Yukio and is taken to Japan to say goodbye to a man he saved from the Nagasaki bombing back in the 1940s, Yashida. It's then that Yashida will extract Logan's immortality, therefore returning him to the normal aging process." Scott goes to interrupt me, but I stop him with a look.

"And by the time I met him in 2029 he was old. His hair was mostly gray and his skin was wrinkled. And his healing was almost as slow as a human's." I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Get to the point, Laura, I tell myself. I can't relive this again. I'll have to make it quick. "To get to the point, when my friends and I escaped, I met up with Logan and he got me to North Dakota. But as my friends crossed the border, they caught up with us and X-24 killed Logan." A lot of people have trouble processing this, and it takes them a while to settle down again.

I look at Charles and see that he's staring into oblivion, lost in thought… so is Jean. I know how they feel. I was the one who saw my dad die, and even I can't believe it sometimes.

"So… how do you expect us to believe that you're from the future?" Scott asks me. Huh. I didn't think that far ahead. I frown deeply and think for a minute. And then I remember something.

"Where's my bookbag?" I ask them. Jean reaches beside her and picks something up, revealing my bookbag. I go over and take it from her and dig through it, taking out my cell phone and charger out of it. "Is there an outlet?"

"Yeah, over there," a dark-haired girl tells me, pointing to a spot on the wall behind Hank. I go over and plug my phone in.

While I wait for it to power up, I go over to the kitchen and open the fridge and peer inside for something to eat. I spot some leftover pepperoni pizza. My stomach growls at the sight of it. I grab the entire plate, which consisted of four slices, and I grab the jug of green tea. I bring it all to the island and then climb up onto the counter so that I can search for a cup… all the while everyone staring at me.

I ignore them as I grab a glass cup out of the cabinet, then—with ease—I jump down, landing perfectly on my feet and walk over to the island and pour myself a cup of tea.

I then bring the tea and pizza over to the living room and sit down on the couch next to Jean and dig in. I stuff my face with so much pizza that I forget to breathe for a moment. I'm so hungry, though I don't know why. Maybe I was asleep for a lot longer than I originally thought.

"What are you doing?" Scott asks me impatiently. I look at him as I swallow the food in my mouth.

"I'm climbing Mount Everest," I say sarcastically. "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm eating and waiting for my cell phone to charge so that I can prove to you that I'm from the future."

"Why are you eating our food?"

"Why do you think? I'm hungry so I'm eating." I finish with the second slice of pizza and move on to the third. Within the next couple of minutes, I finish the rest of the pizza and down the remainder of the tea. I push the plate and cup away and burp loudly.

"Jeez!" Hank exclaims. "That little lady can eat. Where do you put it all?" I smile slightly.

"Let's just say that I have a fast metabolism. Plus, I burn a lot of calories doing… let's just say things that aren't exactly legal. Stuff like stealing a car and mur-" I break off before I can say the entire word but I have a feeling that everyone already knows what I was going to say. I stand up from where I'm sitting and go over to my phone, which now has a charge of twenty percent. Just enough to allow me to show the pictures to Charles.

I unplug the phone and search through the endless photos of me and my friends. Then I come to the pictures that I am looking for. The first picture is one I took of Charles, just before he died. He looked clearly older in this photo than he does right now and I'm next to him, smiling into the camera along with him. The next picture is one I took of my dad when he wasn't looking. This picture took place when we made it to Eden and he was sitting up on the bed, looking ragged and old and beaten up. He looked miserable.

I walk over to Charles and show him the pictures. He stares at the one of Logan for a while, and I can understand why. When he finally hands the phone back to me, I take it around the room and show everyone the picture of Logan.

When everybody's seen the pictures, I put my phone back on the charger and turn to Charles.

"So," I urge. "Do you guys believe me now?" After a few moments of just standing in the middle of the room like a sack of potatoes, Charles finally nods.

"Yes," he answers. "We believe you. I just have one question." I raise my eyebrows at him, urging him to go on. "What do you need from us?" I sigh and work up the courage to ask him this favor.

"I need your help to find my dad, so that I can stop him from losing his immortality therefore keeping his healing powers in peak condition—therefore ensuring that he won't die in sixteen years." I look at him with pleading eyes. "I need your help saving my dad."

A/N: What did you guys think? Please review!

~Gina