AUTHOR'S NOTE: Back at it again with an A/N at the beginning of the chapter. This time I'm just letting you know that I'm going to take creative liberties with Nate Grey/X-Man since we haven't seen him yet (if ever, at the time of writing this.) There's nothing I'm doing that's too out there, so just read. :) (Also wow, it's chapter 30 I'm so proud of myself.)

Nights have been getting restless for Nathan Summers. Everytime he tries to fall asleep, he hears a voice in his head, echoey and far away. There, but not quite. He asked his mom for some help, but even the mental blocks she placed on him had been broken.

He considered asking her to wake up and place the barriers again, but waking up your own parents had that gnawing anxiety that came with it. You're not sure why it scares you, but it does. So Nathan just decided against it and tried to sleep the best he could.

One of these nights he woke up for some warm milk to calm his nerves. He shuffled, dragging his feet toward the kitchen as the echoey voice pounded in his head. It seemed to be mocking him based on the tone of voice, or maybe Nathan has put up with it long enough that he was completely annoyed.

He was just about to get to the refrigerator when he realized that someone else was in the kitchen.

"Uncle Gabe?"

"Huh-?"

Gabriel bumps his head in surprise while inside the fridge. He fumbled with the beer bottles. "Oh," he says, "I thought everyone was asleep."

Nathan rolled his eye and rubbed the back of his neck. "Gee, so did I." he remarked sarcastically.

The awkward exchange continued on as Gabriel offered to fix Nathan the warm milk for him. He almost burned it of course, how exactly can be only answered by the omega level mutant himself. So as Nathan drank his piping hot milk in sips, his uncle tried making conversation while he drank beer. The situation was uncomfortable, not helped by the voice that continued to pester Nathan.

Since then Nathan avoided going toward the kitchen during nighttime. But his problem still persisted. Once he had asked Rachel to stay up and keep his brain protected rather than ask his mother to do it. After lots of pestering, Rachel had agreed and set up a chair next to Nathan's bedside.

Though, it wasn't very long until Rachel became exhausted and fell asleep. Once she did so the voice came back and Nathan was sleepier than ever.

Finally on this night, the pestering had reached its highest point until something strange happened.

For what was probably the hundredth time Nathan squeezed his eyes shut that night, he was transported into his mind's eye. At first Nathan thought he was dreaming, and that he managed to fall asleep for once but he couldn't have been more wrong.

His mindscape was rather blank, which could reflect on his own capabilities of thought. Before him was naught but only one person.

"J-jesus?" Nathan squinted his eyes because the bare white walls of his brain were rather bright and obscured his vision of the person.

"No dumbass," not-Jesus replied. "I'm you from an alternate future."

Nathan gave a bewildered expression. "I'm Jesus?"

"For Chrissakes, no." The figure steps forward, further revealing himself as the Jesus lookalike save for a white streak in his hair and chiseled abs. He had a tattoo of the X-Men insignia over one of his pectorals because he chose to be bare-chested, which Nathan could promptly see before him.

"It's me," The figure says. "Nate."

"Nate?" Nathan echoed with a raised brow. "As in… Nate Grey? My—"

"Brother?" Nate supplies. "Yes. You've heard of me."

"I mean, how could I not. We had to make that mess of a family tree and we put you on it."

"Yeah it's pretty messed up." Nate agreed. "Just look at you, I thought you were supposed to be old."

Nathan crossed his arms indignantly.

"Sorry."

"Yeah sorry—" Nathan threw his hands in the air with contempt. "You mean to tell me that you've been terrorizing me for a week now, and it has boiled down to this? And why the hell do you look like Jesus?"

Nate softly shook his head, causing his long hair to spill all over his face. Besides the holier than thou getup, he looked just like an older Cable. Eye sparkler and all. "It's a long story," he replies. "About everything you just asked actually. Look, it's taken me forever to connect to this reality through you so let's ask questions later."

"What are you doing here?" Nathan queried even though Nate just told him not to.

Nate sighs at his younger brother's naivety. "I just want my family back, I messed up badly."

"Welcome to the club, you really are a Summers." Nathan goaded.

"Not funny," Nate deadpans in response with half-lidded eyes.

"You're right," Nathan paused before quickly adding, "It's hilarious."

Nate didn't respond so Nathan felt compelled to ask a different question. "So what do you want me to do about it? You're in my head and I can't exactly use my telepathic powers."

"But I can, just sit tight because this is going to hurt."

"What—" Nathan didn't get to finish his reply as a seething pain tore through his mind and in his body. A pain like he never felt in his life before. Nate was trying to escape out of Nathan's mind by squeezing his astral projection out of Nathan's sparkling eye. It was a rather horrific sight and when the pain subsided, Nathan sat upright, panting as if he almost drowned.

Nate's astral projection faded into a corporeal being, creating flesh, organs, hair, and other necessities. Except while he looked like Jesus in the mindscape, he looked more like himself in real life. His hair was trimmed shorter just like how Nathan has it now and the long flowing beard was gone. Replacing his robes were a leather jacket, jeans, and a belt once again bearing the familiar X that's on his chest. Of course he was still bare-chested, as if he had something against shirts.

Nate leaned against his elbows on the floor, looking up at Nathan who stayed on the bed. "Well." Nate punctuated with nothing really to say.

"Well… what the fuck is more like it." Nathan retorts with a shiver. He will not forget the pain anytime soon.

Nate stood up and dusted himself off, admiring his former self that he's now inhabiting. I don't look half bad, he thought to himself and then addressed Nathan out loud. "I did warn you."

"Yeah. You did, but you didn't give me time to prepare." Nathan replied in exasperation. "Do you have any idea what time it is?"

Nate looked out Nathan's bedroom window expecting to find the normal outdoors only to be greeted by dead cold space. "No idea actually."

"It's three in the morning and I'm going to bed. I haven't slept, no thanks to you, and I'm going to take advantage of this." Nathan pulled his blankets up to his chin and flopped onto his side. Within minutes he's fast asleep, leaving Nate to his own devices. He wanted to go and greet his family but something was adherently scary about waking your parents up in the middle of the night so he decided against it.

To be continued in a part 2.