AN: Characters and movies don't belong to me.

Takes place after first movie

And Gambit never met x-men

'Wolverine' - thoughts

"Wolverine" - speech

Wolverine - movie

'Wolverine' - screen

The first thing they saw was the light of fire reflection on wood floors. There was a note at the bottom of the screen. 'Northwest Territories, Canada, 1845.'

Professor started to get a feeling about who is it about but didn't voice his suspicions. Logically it seemed impossible. But he lived long enough to know that life and especially mutants aren't exactly logical. Nevertheless, he had trouble believing it, he couldn't wrap his mind around it.

A cough reached their ears and they could see a boy who was shortening his claws with a knife. They were soon shown another boy laying in bed, sick and sweaty with fever. "You're always sick" spoke the first one. "You were sick when you were my age" it sounded like an old argument.

The door opened and a man walked in, he was dressed smartly. The sitting boy was quick to stand up and hid his hands behind his back. "Evening Sir," he said respectfully. "Evening Victor. I didn't realize that you were still here." the man responded, sitting on the bed. "Just keeping James company, sir. That's alright?" The man's smile flattered a bit he didn't appear to like the boy. "Very kind of you"

"Better, son?" questioned the man, touching the boy's head. "Still cold father" Victor didn't appear to like the man either. "It just a mild fever you'll be alright in the morning." "You always say that" the man chuckled "And you always pull through, don't you." "Yeah" James' face showed love for his father "Now.. take the medicine."

"I don't understand why it's supposed to be sad, he's just sick." questioned Bobby "I'm sure that all will be cleared soon" Ororo didn't know how she could speak so calmly, inside she felt so nervous the bad feeling in her belly intensifying.

They were interrupted by loud banging and shouts "Elizabeth!" "Elizabeth!" "Your father drunk again. You should help him home, Victor" the man spoke calmly to the boy. "It's not my name he's calling, sir," Victor said glaring at the man. The man quickly stood up from the bed. "Father!" James reached for his dad but the man stopped him. "Stay where you are, James"

The sounds of shouting between two males and a female were getting louder. Victor left the man closing the door behind him. James started to breathe faster, getting scared. Shouts getting lauder "I told you to never come back here!" A shot rang out making James run out of bed and down a long hallway. Screams rang out, echoing in the corridor. Reaching the stairs he saw his father lying on the floor bleeding, dying. His mother was held by a man with a shotgun. The front door opened wide.

He runs down the stairs, falling to his knees by his father's side. The man held to his red dressing-gown and could only whisper "Jimmy..." before dying. His mother bowed her head "No.." "James" The killer said. James turned to him with confused eyes. "There are things that you don't understand." "Don't.." "I need him to know!" "He's not.." "No more lies." "James" Elizabeth and the man were arguing but that didn't stop them and Victor from noticing claws coming out from James' hands. Three long, bone claws between knuckles, screaming he run at the man and stabbed him in the stomach, killing him. "James!" the boy held the man against the wall, panting when his dying words reached him. "He.. wasn't your father..." The boy looked at his mother as if in confirmation but she just looked at him gasping. Slowly he returned his gaze to the dying man "..son"

"My God!" gasped Jean "To learn in such way." "I know Jean it's a horrible way to learn a horrible truth." Charles's suspicions increased but he couldn't help and worry about the child. To lose your world in a matter of minutes. Your family's gone and your body becoming unfamiliar. If he remembers correctly XIX wasn't very tolerant of any kind of abnormalities. "Professor the claws is it..." "I don't know Scott but I dearly hope that it's a coincidence." Scott took note of the fact that Charles used the word hope not believe or think.

The boys' eyes went wide, watching as the man slowly slide down to the floor, dead. Slowly he turned back to look at his mother. She looked at him in fear and disgust "What are you?" James wasn't pleased to hear his mother ask a question like that. With a final glare in her direction, he runs out of the mansion, barefoot, wearing only his dressing gown over his pyjamas.

Ororo felt a stab of pain in her heart at the words what not who. Looking at the rest she could tell she wasn't the only one affected by the question.

Running through the woods he was soon caught by Victor. Springing apart he put his fists in front of him standing in a defensive stance before the boy, Victor put his hand in the air. "I didn't mean it!" But Victor was quick to silence him. "Yes, you did! He deserved it and you gave it to him." They both started to calm down still breathing heavily. Victor put his hands on James' shoulders and bend to his face. "We're brothers Jimmy. You realize that? Brothers protect each other. You have to be hard now, harsh enough nothing can ever touch us." James' eyes were red, tear tracks visible on his cheeks. "I wanna go home" his voice was so lost, so sad. "We can't. We stick together no matter what and takes care of anyone who gets in our way. Can you do that little brother?" James kept looking into Victor's eyes but he nodded. Voices from afar caught their attention, there could be seen people searching and heard dogs barking. "They're coming. Can you run?"

Victor took hold of James' robe and started to run, dragging his brother behind him. "Keep on running and don't look back." Together they run as fast as they could.

Rogue took the remote from Jubilee's hands and paused the movie. Her voice was shaking but heard by everyone in the silence of the room. "It's about Logan, isn't it Professor." It wasn't a question and seeing everyone's eyes pouring into him he confirmed it, the similarities were too big to ignore them. "Yes. I believe so" "1845.." Hank mused "But that would make him at least 160 years old" "Jean you said that Logan could be older than Professor but that old, is that even possible?" 'Ro could hardly wrap her mind around it, Wolverine barely looked above 30. "It would never cross my mind but as we can see it's 100% possible. My God 160..."

I write down my interpretation of the movie so i can mix something up. oki?.