Creation began on 10-19-17

Creation ended on 02-14-20

Logan

Rejuvenated Academy

It had been so long since anyone had ever come here seeking aid. Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, also known as the X-Mansion by its former students and teachers, seemed abandoned, but that was only to those that read the signs that stated the place was closed indefinitely due to personal issues with its internal management. The truth was that there was someone acting as a custodian of the building and making sure that it was kept up to date and left in stable condition.

"What in the…" The custodian wondered, seeing a letter with a large, silver-colored "X" on it, on one of the desks that hadn't been used for a long time.

Hank McCoy, AKA, the mutant code-named Beast, picked the letter up and opened it, reading a series of names of people…that, despite the impossibility of what had occurred over twenty years ago, gave the mutant a sense of hope.

"They're all coming back here to the scream?" He questioned, seeing that there was even a time and date marking their return. "But…I thought most of them had died because of the Professor's power outburst."

Wanting to believe that this was true, Hank began preparing for the return of the students and faculty that once called this mansion their home.

-x-

Three days had passed and two cabs drove by the mansion grounds, stopping to release several passengers that had journeyed a long way to get here.

"Jubilee?" A young woman asked as she stepped out of the cab in the back of the one in the front, dressed in a light brown dress. "Is that really you?"

"Sarah," the other woman responded, wearing a faded, yellow jacket with short, black hair with some pink highlights. "You're here, too?"

"She's not the only one," went a man dressed in jeans and a blue shirt. "It looks like most of us are back. I actually got a message from the Professor saying that he'd be here."

"The Professor's back? But I thought he died," a man with red-colored shades stated. "I mean, didn't he die?"

The gate entrance to the school grounds opened up…and revealed a young woman with long, red hair, wearing a dark red dress.

Welcome back, they heard a female voice in their minds.

"Jean!" The man in the shades gasped; he had thought she was gone because of the seizure Xavier experienced that harmed so many people. "How is this possible?"

"Someone that transcended everything we knew in the world a long time ago wanted everyone to come back," she explained cryptically, "someone that believes in the X-Men being a necessity in the world."

-x-

It was small count, but there were plenty of familiar faces that had enrolled into the school. Most of them preferred to go by their nicknames or codenames instead of their real names, but that didn't matter right now. What really mattered was that they were here…and that they were still alive…or were back from beyond the grave because of some being that was said to have transcended all that they knew a long time ago, whoever they were.

Cannonball, Jubilee, Wolfsbane, Iceman, Magma, Boom-Boom, Multiple, and even Leech were among the mutants that had returned to the mansion.

"I still don't understand, though," went Hank to Xavier as he hovered over to a window looking out at the basketball court, seeing several younger mutants playing around. "I thought we were going extinct because there hadn't been any new mutants in over twenty years."

"It turns out it was because of people who used scientific means to target the mutant X-gene in everyone," Xavier explained; with his mind free of Alzheimer's and with insight from Brother Correction, the telepath learned of what certain people had attempted with mutation, seeking to control it and weaponized it for monetary gain. "But they can't control mutation any more than they can predict the weather. The X-gene has evolved further in the years, becoming immune to being suppressed after being affected by everything thrown at it. The man who brought me back, he told me that were it not for my Alzheimer's, I'd be around for another ten years…so I still have ten years left before it's my time to leave this world."

"So, you're free of mental disease?"

"Yes."

"Is there any chance that you can find out just how many mutants are still out there?"

"Eh-heh…yes, there is."

-x-

Looking out at a large city from atop a skyscraper, Brother Correction, sensing the struggling emergence of the X-gene in multiple places, hoped that with the passage of time, those that people had learned to hate and fear mutants, sought to control and exploit them, or even understand them with various levels of morality or immorality, would eventually learn this time to accept them as people, too. Because mutants were people, too; they all lived on the Earth, they were all God's children, for better or for worse…and the worse being that those that persisted in their hatred and fear of what they didn't understand for the right reasons would reflect in the mutants that would respond in turn with their actions born of fear and hatred as they tried to survive in this world. He would see that, sooner or later, some men would develop greater strength; some women would be able to feel the emotions of those around them, even some children discovering they can talk to their pets or float to a degree.

"Enhanced strength," he uttered to himself as he gazed up at the moon, "animal mimicry, telekinesis, power absorption, power negation, enhanced senses, even just an uptick in intelligence, everything that marks a person as a mutant, all coming back to the present and future from the past. In the end, here, there, everyone everywhere…must learn to coexist and accept that nobody's going anywhere unless it's beyond the mortal coil."

Then, before he disappeared from the rooftop, he gazed into the future for one particular individual that he wondered if he was still around, smiling when he saw a bunch of criminals trying run from what they could describe as a "sword-wielding lunatic that talked too much". He chuckled at the mere amazement that someone like him had managed to survive this long.

"Evolution, it's unpredictable," he expressed, and then he disappeared.

To be continued…

A/N: I resumed working on this chapter the day before and am glad I finished it. Evolve further into the future.