Through the Years: Prologue
Series: Through the Years 1/25
Author: Autumn E-mail: autumnleaves@autumnpenguins.com
Summary: Logan gets information about his past from an unlikely source.
Rating: R
Category/Pairing: Angst, W/R, Creed
Disclaimer: I do not own a thing except the story.
Archive: Autumn's Penguin Emporium, DDFH others please ask first.
Author's notes: The historical content of the upcoming chapters is for the most part accurate. Loose portrayals of historical figures will be noted. The events are real, however astounding and at times horrifying, I assure you they did happen. Thanks to Karen and Jonas for their hard work and excellent suggestions on how to make this story work. I owe you one, or three...
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Westchester New York
The not so distant future..... On a hot summer's day the Wolverine was doing the unimaginable, he was at a picnic. Not the most manly time-waster, but as he was in the company of his best friend and the most important person in his life, he didn't particularly care. Marie was stretched out on the green and blue checkered blanket dozing lightly while Logan watched over her. He was currently debating the merits of lying down beside her, when a sudden bout of weariness hit him. He surrendered to it and carefully arranged himself around Marie, so as not to appear " too friendly" yet to the casual observer it would be apparent that the two were an item. Thought of how to broach that subject lazily ran through his mind as he fell asleep. Logan was snoring by the time said casual observer stealthily locked his sights in and shot the darts at the sleeping pair. He swiftly stalked over and bound their wrists and ankles in adamntium chains. Victor Creed drove the vehicle from the clearing and deposited the Couple in the hollowed out back of the old UPS van. He chuckled mirthlessly to himself before hopping into the drivers seat and turning towards what was the future that would inevitably unite the three occupants of the truck. Fate had a goddamn wicked sense of humour. Three Hours Later........... The dreams again. Men in masks, liquid, the slashing of a knife, Laughter, champagne glasses clinking. It never ended, He tried to move, but couldn't. Trapped in the hell that was his own memory. He struggled towards consciousness, knowing that was the only way to end the terror. He broke through and realized where he was. Panic registered in his brain as he felt the familiar cuffs, and saw the sterile and clinical surroundings that one only sees in a laboratory. A little further off he saw Marie! Thankfully she wasn't cuffed but was lying in a hospital bed, apparently still asleep. The sound of a door opening snapped his head to his left. A low growl began when Logan caught sight of who it was. "What the fuck do ya want with Marie?" Logan growled out. "Nice to see ya too, runt" an amused Sabertooth shot back. "You touch her, I will fuckin' kill you. I swear to God, I will fuckin' rip you up so good your healing factor won't even know where to start." "Funny you should mention that. Given your family history and all." Creed sneered. "You know somethin' you ain't tell me fuckhead? Let me out of these things." "Does it creep you out? Make you uncomfortable?" Creed asked with genuine Curiosity. "No I enjoyed being fuckin' cuffed up like a lab rat. Let me out." An angry Wolverine commanded. "For what I'm about to tell you, I think its best you stay cuffed." "Cut the damn theatrics, what the hell is going on. And why is Marie in here?" "The girl's here cause I know she's the only one that'll be able to calm ya down after what I tell you." Creed explained. "Why ain't you out with Buckethead?" Victor's face darkened momentarily before he cleared his throat and answered simply, "I had a change of heart." From over in the corner, the two voices, Logan's considerably louder than the other, awoke Marie. Sabertooth and Logan were in the same room, and they weren't trying to rip the other's head off. She blinked and pinched herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming. "Logan? What's going on?" "I don't know Marie. The furball here apparently kidnapped us." "Fine, if you don't want to know about your past, keep being an asshole." Creed bit out angrily. "Hey dipshit! You ruined our picnic, kidnapped us and you're seriously pissing me off. Now, tell Logan what's going on." Marie demanded. Not wishing to piss off a woman that could rip his head off as easily as look at him Victor wisely complied. "Okay. Erik, found some old medical journals and diaries from an English doctor named Rosemahn. Logan and myself are mentioned in them. It was through Logan's past that I discovered my own. This doctor used Logan as a test subject on human memory. He suppressed Logan's true memories and implanted false ones. He later went back in and erased the false memories along with the original ones. Erik copied the formula used to retrieve lost memories. He used it on me, and I know who I am." "No fuckin' way." Logan growled at the bigger man. "Yes fuckin' way. Look, I can give you your memories back. Your past. Everything you wanted to know about Weapon X, and even before that. It's your life Logan, fuckin' think about it for Christ's sake." Logan took a deep breath. His past. He'd spent sixteen years looking for it, and it was right under the overgrown housecat's nose. He'd stopped looking when he realized as long as he had Marie, his past didn't matter. But still, she deserved to know what she was getting herself into, right? "Ok." he grunted. Sabertooth came at him with a needle and silently plunged it into his vein. He lost consciousness and the vision began...
Author: Autumn E-mail: autumnleaves@autumnpenguins.com
Summary: Logan gets information about his past from an unlikely source.
Rating: R
Category/Pairing: Angst, W/R, Creed
Disclaimer: I do not own a thing except the story.
Archive: Autumn's Penguin Emporium, DDFH others please ask first.
Author's notes: The historical content of the upcoming chapters is for the most part accurate. Loose portrayals of historical figures will be noted. The events are real, however astounding and at times horrifying, I assure you they did happen. Thanks to Karen and Jonas for their hard work and excellent suggestions on how to make this story work. I owe you one, or three...
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Westchester New York
The not so distant future..... On a hot summer's day the Wolverine was doing the unimaginable, he was at a picnic. Not the most manly time-waster, but as he was in the company of his best friend and the most important person in his life, he didn't particularly care. Marie was stretched out on the green and blue checkered blanket dozing lightly while Logan watched over her. He was currently debating the merits of lying down beside her, when a sudden bout of weariness hit him. He surrendered to it and carefully arranged himself around Marie, so as not to appear " too friendly" yet to the casual observer it would be apparent that the two were an item. Thought of how to broach that subject lazily ran through his mind as he fell asleep. Logan was snoring by the time said casual observer stealthily locked his sights in and shot the darts at the sleeping pair. He swiftly stalked over and bound their wrists and ankles in adamntium chains. Victor Creed drove the vehicle from the clearing and deposited the Couple in the hollowed out back of the old UPS van. He chuckled mirthlessly to himself before hopping into the drivers seat and turning towards what was the future that would inevitably unite the three occupants of the truck. Fate had a goddamn wicked sense of humour. Three Hours Later........... The dreams again. Men in masks, liquid, the slashing of a knife, Laughter, champagne glasses clinking. It never ended, He tried to move, but couldn't. Trapped in the hell that was his own memory. He struggled towards consciousness, knowing that was the only way to end the terror. He broke through and realized where he was. Panic registered in his brain as he felt the familiar cuffs, and saw the sterile and clinical surroundings that one only sees in a laboratory. A little further off he saw Marie! Thankfully she wasn't cuffed but was lying in a hospital bed, apparently still asleep. The sound of a door opening snapped his head to his left. A low growl began when Logan caught sight of who it was. "What the fuck do ya want with Marie?" Logan growled out. "Nice to see ya too, runt" an amused Sabertooth shot back. "You touch her, I will fuckin' kill you. I swear to God, I will fuckin' rip you up so good your healing factor won't even know where to start." "Funny you should mention that. Given your family history and all." Creed sneered. "You know somethin' you ain't tell me fuckhead? Let me out of these things." "Does it creep you out? Make you uncomfortable?" Creed asked with genuine Curiosity. "No I enjoyed being fuckin' cuffed up like a lab rat. Let me out." An angry Wolverine commanded. "For what I'm about to tell you, I think its best you stay cuffed." "Cut the damn theatrics, what the hell is going on. And why is Marie in here?" "The girl's here cause I know she's the only one that'll be able to calm ya down after what I tell you." Creed explained. "Why ain't you out with Buckethead?" Victor's face darkened momentarily before he cleared his throat and answered simply, "I had a change of heart." From over in the corner, the two voices, Logan's considerably louder than the other, awoke Marie. Sabertooth and Logan were in the same room, and they weren't trying to rip the other's head off. She blinked and pinched herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming. "Logan? What's going on?" "I don't know Marie. The furball here apparently kidnapped us." "Fine, if you don't want to know about your past, keep being an asshole." Creed bit out angrily. "Hey dipshit! You ruined our picnic, kidnapped us and you're seriously pissing me off. Now, tell Logan what's going on." Marie demanded. Not wishing to piss off a woman that could rip his head off as easily as look at him Victor wisely complied. "Okay. Erik, found some old medical journals and diaries from an English doctor named Rosemahn. Logan and myself are mentioned in them. It was through Logan's past that I discovered my own. This doctor used Logan as a test subject on human memory. He suppressed Logan's true memories and implanted false ones. He later went back in and erased the false memories along with the original ones. Erik copied the formula used to retrieve lost memories. He used it on me, and I know who I am." "No fuckin' way." Logan growled at the bigger man. "Yes fuckin' way. Look, I can give you your memories back. Your past. Everything you wanted to know about Weapon X, and even before that. It's your life Logan, fuckin' think about it for Christ's sake." Logan took a deep breath. His past. He'd spent sixteen years looking for it, and it was right under the overgrown housecat's nose. He'd stopped looking when he realized as long as he had Marie, his past didn't matter. But still, she deserved to know what she was getting herself into, right? "Ok." he grunted. Sabertooth came at him with a needle and silently plunged it into his vein. He lost consciousness and the vision began...