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Logan Howlett couldn't believe he was... well... alive.

It worked.

Time travel and all the chaos that followed.

Logan suppressed a laugh. Good ol' Chuck and Magneto actually saved the world. Who knew?

Logan stood straighter, his shoulders tense. "You did it."

"Did what?" the Professor asked. "And, Logan, don't you have a class to teach?"

Logan eyed him skeptically. He just woke up, and now he was teaching?

"A class? To teach?" Logan asked.

The Professor chuckled, as if Logan should already know this. "World History," he stressed. "It begins at one."

"World History," Logan nodded. Now that he thought a bit harder, all of his memories were difficult to recall, which —for Logan, who was even older than the Professor— was definitely a cause for concern. "Well... actually, I'm going to need a little help with that."

The Professor rode closer. "Help with what?"

Jesus! Why wasn't Chuck catching on? Much less anyone, for that matter? Everyone he knew that had died, was now alive. Storm, Scott, Hank, and even Jean.

Jean.

Every time he said her name, the old feelings he used to have for her, were... gone. He no longer felt anything. Which was... new. And dare he admit, liberating? Everything that once was, even the former Logan he vaguely knew, feelings and all, was altered. The built-up jealousy? Gone. What Logan thought was love? Gone. The urges to punch Scott in the face? Well... some things never do change.

But his beef with Scott no longer involved Jean, that's for sure. And for the first time, Logan could breathe.

And it felt good.

Great, even.

No one was after him or the X-men, he had no enemies as far as he knew, the world wasn't ending, and... this was...

Not.

Normal.

Nope.

Not one bit.

Given Logan's hazy, dark past, this new life seemed too good to be true —like being in a really good dream. And even that was a stretch, since most of his dreams were nightmares anyway.

Logan turned his focus back onto the Professor —who's brows were slightly furrowed— looking off into the distance as if he was also trying to piece everything together.

Well... he might as well help the man out a bit. Maybe everyone just needed a bit of a... refresher? Yeah, let's go with that, Logan thought.

"Pretty much everything after... nineteen seventy-three." Logan nodded, "Yeah... I think the History I know is a bit... different now."

After a brief moment of silence, the Professor gasped. "Welcome back."

Logan let out a sigh of relief, his shoulders more relaxed. A brief flash of the nightmare that could have happened —no one remembering anything except Logan, having to try to convince everyone that they were once dead, and somehow time travel was involved to save humanity, yada, yada, yada— sent a shiver down Logan's spine. At least now Chuck remembered. He could deal with that disaster now —catching everyone else up to speed.

"It's good to see you, Charles. It's good to see everyone."

"Well," the Professor smiled," I had a promise to keep. You and I have a lot of catching up to do."

"Yeah," Logan nodded, scratching the back of his neck. A lot seemed like such an understatement. Before the seventies, everything was a mystery; and even after was a blur. Like a gigantic chunk of his life was missing or didn't even make any sense.

It was going to take a lot of early mornings to catch up on pretty much... everything. Great.

"What's the last thing you remember?" the Professor asked.

Automatically, Logan gritted his teeth and shuddered. Trying to grasp something so close, yet so far away, he could only describe the sudden image with one word.

"Drowning."