Author's Note:
It's been a long time since I started this story, and suddenly I got the urge to write again.
Disclaimer: Per the norm, I do not own Stargate Sg-1 (especially not the way it is now), nor do I own X-Men.
Warning: This is slash (yaoi). Please do not send flames about it, it will be ignored.
Chapter 1:
It was an ordinary day at the Xavier Institute for the Gifted. The younger children were off in their classes, while the older recruits were training. It was a difficult life but better than most. At least they still looked human, even though it was common knowledge that everyone who lived in the mansion were mutants.
Yes mutants, people endowed with special abilities ranging from pyrokenesis, to teleportation. What gave these people their abilities? A special marker in their DNA, a marker that once discovered and the existence of mutants revealed, divided the world. Mutants were shunned, and those that had the misfortune of no longer appearing to be "normal", found safe haven in sewers, and abandoned buildings. Anywhere were they could hide from humans.
Yet at the Institute none of the anger or violence could pierce the walls, it was a safe haven for any and all who could reach it. But the instructors and their leader were not blind; they could never release their charges into the world without them being prepared. They had undergone the hardship and sorrow of friends and family leaving them, attacking them for something that they couldn't control. They had endured the taunts, the jeers of the "normal" population before finding the Professor and the oasis that he offered. And after going through those trials, they would be damned if it happened to those in their care. For in this day and age to be a mutant was to have a target on your back.
Maybe that's why Logan stayed here, he was a wild man. Drifting for most of his life, never staying in one place long enough to form attachments. He was ageless, timeless his healing ability keeping him young forever. He was never one for commitment, but the kids had gotten to him, had bound themselves to his heart. His animalistic nature would never let harm come to them, and he found himself needing time to reflect on the latest cruelty that humans had inflected. He was alone, lying under a tree watching the clouds go by aimlessly when it happened.