Creation began on 08-14-17

Creation ended on 08-15-17

Logan

Welcome back, Professor

A/N: Second chapter of Claws of Rebirth, just to see where this goes.

This was the first time in a long time where he could think with a clearer conscious. As his memory straightened out, he recalled what happened to him. He had been murdered by someone that looked like a younger Logan, but deprived of any sense of identity, just a lack of free will.

"How do you feel, Prof. Xavier?" A male voice asked him, seeming very familiar with his previous profession. "I am hoping that you're a little relieved."

With the return of his vision, Charles Xavier saw that he was inside some sort of room. It was pretty common, not suited at all to the care of an elderly paraplegic. But there was something within his range of sight that was clearly meant for a paraplegic: A hover chair that resembled the one he had before he was forced to abandon his school after his first seizure.

"That is your hover chair, you know," the voice informed him.

"I… We've met before, hadn't we?" Charles asked him.

"Yes, we have. It was prior to the Apocalypse incident."

"Brother Correction."

"In the flesh once more."

"Was I dead?"

"For a month, you were. I found where you were buried by Logan and restored you to life. I've cured you of your brain condition so you won't suffer another seizure or require medication like you used to."

"But why?"

"Because they're all coming back in one year's time…and they're need you again."

"What do you mean, 'they'?" Charles asked him, feeling a bit more energetic than he had been years ago. "Who are 'they'?"

"You know who, Prof. Xavier. It's always leaping forward. Everyone with it displays something that isn't considered normal. You've always believed in coexistence between them, a dream you never gave up on. And there are those that believe in it that still need guidance and training. Even Logan himself returned to life, and I didn't do anything. There was something in him, something about his mutation, that didn't act up until after his body ceased all biological function, and revived him back into his prime, and adapted his healing factor to counteract the metal poisoning he was wracked with from the Adamantium infused into his skeletal system and claws; he no longer suffers from constant pain. I reckon it's a late-term variation of an adaptive recovery that's unique to those related to his bloodline, so it's likely his daughter will go through the same thing upon her death if she experiences the same poisoning from the Adamantium infused into her claws."

Charles looked into his mind for any trace of deception…and found none. If Logan had been revived after dying, then something else was going on elsewhere.

"Mutants are returning?" He questioned Brother Correction, who then changed his current identity of a slightly-big-boned Caucasian into a young African-American wearing the same, blue turtleneck and blue jeans. "Truly?"

"People have tried to negate the birth of mutants for over twenty years," he explained, "but there's one thing about the X-Gene that they never thought on that makes them pathetic, and that's its persistence and ability to be unpredictable. They thought mutants were a disease, a plague, but that's far from the truth…and nothing more than a lie."

He then got up and stretched his limbs before walking towards a door nearby.

"This is a motel, by the way," he revealed. "We're put up for the next three days. Get some more rest. You'll need it. The next time you wake, we'll eat something before I get you back to your school."

Thank you, Charles expressed telepathically.

It's unnecessary, Brother Correction responded. It's just as Hank McCoy once believed. The world needs the X-Men…and it does, both old and new.

Evolution…just keeps on going…