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Logan's eyes shot open, slightly disoriented as to where he was, from the corner of his eye he saw something glowing that looked to be very turquoise. Squinting his eyes to focus Logan realized it was a lava lamp he was staring at. He moved to sit up only to realize that a thin, female arm was draped over his shoulder. He gently unwrapped the arm off of him and tossed the blankets back and tried to climb off of the bed, but found the rather simple task difficult, the bed was jiggling. He was laying in a waterbed. Logan let out a groan of frustration and pushed himself out of the bed, standing completely naked as he looked around the old room.

He walked slowly to the mirror near the bed and admired himself, noticing that he no longer had gray hairs. He moved over to the window, parting the blinds slightly. What he saw wasn't at all what he was expecting. Skyscrapers surrounded him, vintage cars flooded the busy streets, and popular cigarette brands were plastered upon billboards everywhere. It was...New York. At least the 1970's version of it, anyways. Logan slowly released his grasp on the blinds and took a step back.

"Holy shit. It worked," Logan whispered in disbelief.

Logan stared at himself in the mirror once more before grabbing a pair of jeans from the dresser and sliding into them. Suddenly, the door slammed open, almost breaking off its hinges due to the force and three men entered.

Logan looked at the men in confusion, "Hey, what's going on?" Logan asked, just as he buttoned his jeans up.

"Gwen, get dressed!" an overweight man ordered, gesturing towards the now awake girl.

"Who the hell are you?" Logan questioned, staring at the man. "I don't know what's going on," Logan stated.

"What's going on is you're supposed to be guarding the bosses daughter, not screwing her!" The overweight man yelled, regarding the woman who was now scrambling to find her clothes.

"I didn't sleep with her," Logan argued, not remembering one bit of what happened.

"No?"

"No," Logan repeated. "I mean, yes I slept with her many times," Logan corrected nonchalantly.

"Jimmy!" Gwen exclaimed, furious that he would say something like that so casually.

"That wasn't me, that was the old me, I just got here 20 seconds ago," Logan explained, quickly realizing how foolish that sounded as it left his lips.

"Really?" The man asked skeptically, cocking his eyebrows up in disbelief.

"Yeah,"

"Well, then what happened to your clothes?" The man deadpanned.

"My...oh," Logan stated, looking down at his shirtless form. Which wasn't exactly helping his case to prove his innocence. "Would you believe me if I told you we were sent here from the future?" he asked.

"What?" Gwen breathed out in confusion.

"Get out of here sweetheart, we're going take car of this comedian," the man ordered.

Gwen left quickly as she stuffed her feet into her shoes and covered herself with a blanket.

"No you're not. You're going to give me the keys to your car and some money for gas. Or you're going to wake up in the hospital, trust me I know how things play out," Logan stated.

"Oh, cause you're from the future," the man reasoned mockingly.

"No because of these," Logan replied, a smug expression on his face.

He raised his fists up and unsheathed his claws expecting to hear the sound of metal only to find that they were bone and not metal. Almost on instinct, the two men reached for their handguns, whilst Logan growled and readied his stance.

"What the hell!" the overweight man shouted, reaching for his gun as well.

The gunshots rang out like firecrackers. Each bullet ripped through him, and he stumbled backward, his breath came in short, heavy puffs.

"Goddamnit!" Logan cursed in pain.

He flexed all of his muscles with a grunt as the bullets slowly fell out of him, the silence was intense as each bullet hit the carpeted floors below with a soft plink, followed by the hissing of his flesh slowly wounding itself back together.

Logan let out a growl and charged at the men and attacked the men ferociously and within a few seconds the fight was over, Logan left the three men with severe injuries which would require hospitalization. Logan took the car keys off of the unconscious man body, and stuffed them into his pocket and finally finished putting his clothes on.

~~~x~~~

As Logan pulled into the rocky driveway of the school, nestled peacefully in a secluded place in Westchester, he didn't know what to expect, but what he was staring certainly wasn't it.

What he used to remember as a grand, beautiful mansion was now in a state of disrepair. It was a bit grotesque, not all like the stunning mansion he called home for a long time. Logan wasn't even sure that he was in the right location until he looked down and saw the Xavier Mansion sign. It had fallen into an overgrown bush ruined with rust covering it.

It was eerily quiet at the mansion, but never the less Logan drove through the open gates, ignoring the 'No Trespassing' sign that was clearly noticeable to anyone. He drove into the garden to find that also a disaster, instead of the neatly cut grass and blooming flowers Logan was used to was now all unkempt and overgrown. Weeds grew from beneath the cracks of the stone driveway and leaves flew about, as if no one had driven through here in ages.

The mansion seemed completely abandoned.

Cutting the engine off, Logan threw the door opened and climbed out of the car and made his way up to the doors. Logan grabbed the doorknocker and knocked three times. Several minutes passed before a scrawny man with thick framed glasses came to the door and opened it a crack. He was dressed in a yellow shirt with red stripes, a red cardigan over it, and reddish brown pants.

"Can I help you?" the man asked confused.

Logan took a peek inside, but there was no one inside of the house, "Uh...Yeah. What happened to the school?" Logan asked, a frown lining his features.

"The school's been shut for years," He answered narrowing his eyes, looking Logan up and down. "Are you a parent?" he questioned.

"I sure as hell hope not," Logan scoffed, staring at the man. "Who are you?" Logan asked.

Hank stared at the man suspiciously, "Hank. Hank McCoy I look after the house now," Hank answered, closing the door a bit more.

Logan took off his shades and smiled at the man, amused about his identity. Logan didn't believe it, he couldn't believe it. Logan had never seen a photo of Professor McCoy before his mutation, but Logan had imagined him looking many ways, but never as some scrawny nerd.

"You're Beast?" Logan asked in disbelief, while Hank stared at him with fear and looked down. "Look at you I guess you were a late bloomer," Logan chuckled.

"I don't know what you're talking about, but I'm gonna have to ask you to leave," Hank stated, shaking his head and forcing a smile. He tried to close the door but Logan put his hands up to it to stop it.

"Where's the professor?" Logan asked trying to push the door open.

Hank began to push on the door with more strength, "There's no professor here," He grunted as he continued trying to shut the door.

Logan started to use a bit more force on the door, "You're pretty strong for a scrawny kid. You sure there's not a little Beast in there?" Logan prodded. Hank almost got the door closed as he refused to make eye contact. "Come on Beast," Logan taunted.

"He's not here," Hank replied, struggling to close the door.

"Come on, Beastie," Logan goaded.

"No!"

And with that Logan busted in. He pushed back Hank and started to look around at the completely trashed inside of the mansion.

Hank followed behind shouting, "Hey!" over and over. From the room behind him, Logan could hear Hank still trying to stop him. "I said the school's closed so you need to leave now!" Hank ordered, as he followed Logan into the foyer.

Logan didn't listen and made his way toward the stairs, "Not until I see the professor," Logan continued.

Hank grabbed his shoulder and turned him around, "There's no professor here. I told you that already," Hank said getting annoyed by the man.

Logan looked at Hank, "Look kid, you and are going to be good friends..." Logan trailed off, and suddenly punched Hank in the face causing him to fall to the floor. "You just don't know it yet," Logan finished and walked away.

"Professor," Logan called jogging up the steps. Logan walked down an empty and quiet hallway. "Professor," he called again.

Hank became angrier at the intruder, and slammed one of his hands on the ground in the distance. He was on longer able to control the beast inside anymore. But Logan hadn't heard it as he continued walking down the corridor, the mansion was very run down and not what he remembered.

"Professor!"

That's when Logan heard a roar.

Out of nowhere, he was attacked my a blue monster that he recognized as Beast. Hank started to throw him around the mansion like he was a rag doll. He threw Logan onto a table that broke under the man's weight and from the force of the throw. Hank jumped up on the chandelier and looked down at the man roaring and threatening to claw out his eyes

But they were soon interrupted by someone coming downstairs.

"Hank! What's going on here?" a voice asked, as the sound of footsteps marched sloppily toward the stairs.

Logan looked up and saw a young professor coming down the stairs. He had long brown hair that was unkempt. He was in pajamas and quite frankly looked like a homeless man. Logan couldn't believe what he was looking at while the man walked down the stairs with a glass of whiskey in his hand that he continued to slurp.

"Professor?"

Charles shook his head, "Please don't call me that," he said grimacing.

Hank looked up at Charles with a confused expression, "Why? You know this guy?" Hank asked, still hanging from the chandelier.

He nodded his head, "Yeah, he looks...slightly familiar," Charles slurred, suddenly gesturing towards Hank's dangling form. "Get off the bloody chandelier Hank," Charles snapped narrowing his eyes.

He obeyed and dismounted by flipping off the chandelier and landing perfectly on his feet while Logan still remained on the table he landed on moments before.

"You can walk?" Logan asked in disbelief.

Logan couldn't help but be confused. Charles had been paralyzed by a bullet that Erik deflected in 1962. He shouldn't have been able to walk.

"You are a perceptive one," Charles mocked, walking down the stairs again.

"I thought Erik-" Logan began, but was cut off.

"Which is slightly perplexing that you managed to miss our sign on the way in," Charles commented quickly, sitting down on a step as Logan got off the table. "This is private property, my friend. I'm going to have ask...him," He slurred pointing at Hank with his glass. "To ask you to leave," Charles finished, and with that Charles got onto his feet preparing to leave for his room again.

"Well...I'm afraid I can't do that, cause I was sent here for you," Logan said, looking at the ground.

"Tell whoever it was that sent you that I'm..." He trailed off looking around. "Busy," Charles replied, seemingly unbothered.

Logan let out a humorless chuckle, "That's gonna be a little tricky...because the person who sent me was you," Logan revealed.

"What?" Charles asked confused with another grimace on his face, and making Logan feel ridiculous with a judging look.

"About fifty years from now," Logan informed seriously.

Charles scoffed taking it as a joke, "Fifty years from now?" He repeated, with a small cynical smile. "Like in the future, fifty years from now?" Charles questioned.

"Yeah," Logan answered, with a nod.

"I sent you from the future?" Charles asked again skeptically, looking over to Hank who thought the idea was ridiculous too.

"Yeah," Logan repeated, and Hank shook his head while Charles looked at the man amused.

"Piss off," Charles commented with an amused expression, not believing a word that he said.

"If you had your powers you'd know I was telling the truth," Logan stated coolly, making Charles's amusement fade.

He frowned at the man and narrowed his eyes, "How do you know I don't have my p..." Charles' question gets stuck in his throat as his voice faded. "Who are you?" He asked curiously.

"I told you," Logan stated.

"Are you CIA?" Charles questioned, and Logan shook his head. "Have you been watching me?" Charles asked, bombarding him with questions.

"I know you Charles, we've been friends for years," Logan explained, walking around the room. "I know your powers came at nine. I know you thought you were going crazy when it all started, all the voices in your head, and it wasn't until you were twelve that you realized the voices were in everyone else's head. Do you want me to go on?" he asked, looking back at Charles.

Charles was shocked and confused by the confession, "I never told anyone that," Charles stated, staring at Logan. "Except-" Charles began, but stopped himself not being able to finish his sentence just at the thought of her. Charles stared at Logan and bit the interior of his lip painfully. "Alright you piqued my interest. What do you want?" Charles asked, plopping down on the stairs to listen to him continue to speak.

"We have stop Raven, I need your help, We need your help," Logan explained, only to receive a bitter look from Charles.

"We have to stop Raven," It only took that sentence, that name, to make the hearts stop within Charles and Hank. Hank was bubbling with fear but swallowed it down while Charles himself was using all of his strength to keep himself in place.

Charles became a bit emotional, "I think I'd like to wake up now," Charles murmured, standing up and walking in direction of his office.

Hank looked at Logan and started to change to his human form, "What does she have to do with this?" Hank asked, worried about her.

~~~x~~~

After a few minutes of explaining, Charles was trying to understand what they were talking about.

"So you're saying... they took Raven's power, and what?" Charles asked pouring a drink in his glass. "They weaponized it?" Charles questioned, repeating the information Logan just told him.

Logan nodded his head, "Yep," he answered simply, glancing around Charles' study, there were shot glasses and bottles littered around the room and the strong smell of liquor seemed to stick to every crevice.

"She is unique," Hank commented, with a sad look in his eyes.

"Yeah, she is, Hank," Charles agreed, looking at him and giving him a comforting look accompanied with a smile.

"In the beginning, the Sentinels were just targeting mutants," Logan explained. "Then they began to identify the genetics in non-mutants...who would eventually have mutant children and grandchildren," He looked at Charles as he drank from his glass. "Many of the humans tried to help us, but it was a slaughter. Leaving only the worst of humanity in charge. I've been in a lot of wars. I'd never seen anything like this. And it all starts with her," Logan finished.

Charles sighed and dragged his hand over his face, "Let's just say for the sake of...sake that I choose to believe you, that I choose to help you. Raven won't listen to me...her heart and soul belongs to someone else now,"

"I know," Logan said and stood from his chair. "That's why we're going to need Magneto too," he added.

"Erik?" Hank asked, before Charles began to laugh cynically. "You do know where he is?" he asked again.

"Yeah," Logan coolly responded with a nod, although he did not.

Charles laughed harder than he already had. This was the most insane thing he had ever heard. He got up and walked out of his study with his glass still in hand.

"He's where he belongs," Charles commented, as he walked past Logan.

Logan frowned, "That's it? You're just gonna walk out?" he asked in disbelief.

"Ooh, top marks," Charles said with a very mocking grin. "Like I said, you are perceptive," He stated, continuing to walk away.

"The professor I know wouldn't turn his back on someone...who lost their path. Especially someone he loved,"

Charles paused on the stairs and turned around and walked back to Logan, "You know...I think I do remember you," Charles began, slowly remembering his days of recruiting in the 60's. "Yeah, we came to you a long time ago seeking your help. And I'm going to say to you what you said to us then. Fuck off," Charles spat.

Logan was fed up, he had been patient enough.

"Listen to me you little shit!" Logan growled, roughly grabbing Charles by the lapels of his robe nearly lifting the man off of his feet and making Hank stand up. "I've come a long way, and I've watched a lot of people die. Good people, friends. If you want to wallow in self pity and do nothing, then you're going to watch the same thing, you understand?"

They stood there for a moment in tense silence, Logan heaving, brow furrowed and ready to fight. Charles on the other hand looked apathetic and remained calm. Logan knew his message still wasn't getting through so he let go of Charles.

Charles stepped back from Logan, putting his arms loosely out to the sides, "We all have to die sometime," he stated coldly, looking Logan in the eyes.

He turned back around and walked back the upstairs to his room like it was nothing, taking another swig of alcohol to continue to wallow.

And just like that Charles was gone.

AN: Not the Professor that Logan was expecting was he? Hope you enjoyed the chapter, there's more drama to come!