Pairings: Victor/James(Sabertooth/Wolverine), Smitty/Rose, James/Rose, Kurt/Kitty, Jean/Scott, Logan/Storm.

A Waking Dream

Ch.1: A Town Named Never Grow Old

"Rose..." A voice sighed and a woman with long flowing red hair rolled over at her husband. It had been many years since she had heard her husbands' voice sound so sad. She had remembered that the last time it was like this was when she had about died by the hands of the man she had tried so hard to forget now...a man that didn't mean to hurt her. He was trying to do something else...but his claws had slid out and got him. She knew though, she did know that he was still out there like she was. Like she had never grown old no matter how many times she had tried to see her own end after getting tired of never growing old. No one here did, this town had its name because none of them grew old...no matter how hard they tried and dying was pretty much out of the question...they're daughter Kailee had not grown older either, not after she got to age 19, which was when all children just...stopped aging. No one understood the reason why and so many wanted to know. To know what was happening to them and why they didn't age. They're town evolved with time, but they really did never grow old.

"Yes Smitty?" She whispered back as she lifted a hand and ran it through his short hair. He wrapped his arms around her and closed his eyes, pausing before he finally spoke to her.

"I was thinking, should we leave...? Tell someone about us? Maybe then...we can finally get some answers...I don't want Kailee to live like this for the rest of her life...our life..." Smitty whispered back, opening his eyes to look into her own. "...please think about it Rose..." She knew he was right, she really did know that he was right...but she didn't want to leave. She still had the feeling that James would sometime come back to her...she wanted him to come back. He was...she loved him...she had never dared to tell Smitty that she had at one point and still did, she loved Smitty more yes but...still...where was James? Would he ever come back to her...she would...be waiting 'till the end of eternity...

"Sir," A voice spoke and Logan looked over at a man with a lantern that came walking up to him. Snow drifted down around them and his breath showed as he breathed through his mouth. He blinked at the man, who had left his truck when he saw Logan walking along the side of the road. "Are you...I mean do you need a ride?" He sighed softly, knowing Logan was probably cold, but he did not know the man, or why he was walking along the road in the snow with a motorcycle rolling along next to him as he pushed it along. "You can put that bike in the back of my truck and I can take you to where you want to go."

"So. Huh...will ya take me ta the town known as "Never Grows Old"?" Logan asked, crossing his arms over his chest. He watched the truck drivers facial expressions change until he stopped on one, one that told Logan he would. He smirked. "Well, that is where I need ta go." He said and started walking along down to the street, and the man helped him get his bike in the back of the truck, then both of them went into the truck. Logan was silent, looking out the window as the truck moved along down the street. He wasn't sure exactly where he was, but it was somewhere...he had just followed the map. What state he was in...where this was...he didn't know exactly. What he did know was simple, he was going to get answers, somehow or another.

"So...why do you want to get to that town? People rumor that it's a mutant town..." The driver said. Logan only shrugged and he looked at the other. He didn't think it was in his place to explain this to the other. To explain that he wanted nothing more than to learn about his forgotten past, and what he so desperately wanted to know...He sighed though as the man asked him again and looked over at him.

"Simple. I need ta know something and I will find out what it happens ta be...and I will only find that out if I go there. Nothin' more, nothin' less bub." Logan grumbled and closed his eyes then. He had been moving all night and was rather tired. He finally gave up on trying not to sleep and fell into a deep sleep against the door to truck.

"Sir, we're here." The driver spoke and Logan's eyes slowly opened. He blinked somewhat and then yawned. "This is the town...I need to deliver produce here in the morning, I had a room I'm logging in, and I'm sure I can get you a room if you want." He said and opened his door. Logan sat up and shook his head.

"Nah. Thanks for the offer, but I'll pass...I'ma gonna look around. I'll find a place at some point in the night. See ya, thanks for the lift." Logan jumped out of the truck, getting his bike down from the bike then dragged it off and started walking down the street. He didn't want to admit it, but he couldn't trust anyone here for a while, not until he knew what he was getting into that is.

He wandered for a while, before getting enough of the feel of the town. He sighed, walking up to a place titled "Longhard Inn". He knocked on the door and leaned back silently as he waited for someone to come to the door. Finally the sound of latches being undone was heard and the door fell open. A man stood there with an annoyed look laying on his face. He sighed softly, wondering why someone was knocking on the door this late at night. "Yes?" The man said, growling lightly at Logan who just made a hand gesture to say hello.

"Sorry, just got inta town." Logan said, a smug look on his face. "Needed a place ta stay. Got a room open?" He asked the other who blinked and then sighed, nodding. He noticed the bike and shook his head before pointing to the back of the building.

"We have a bike rack in the back, chain that baby up then get in here." He grumbled, and waited for Logan as he went and chained up the bike. When Logan came back he found that someone else besides the owner was in the lobby. The person had scars down his face, red scars that came from what looked like claw marks. Logan shivered, for some reason seeing those marks gave him a bad feeling. Why? Like hell he knew the answer to that question. This man seemed to know him though, and was glaring at him through sleeted eyes. Logan swallowed, normally you wouldn't find him getting this way, but...for some reason or another this was a rare time that he was feeling this way. To him of course, that was not a good thing. The owner looked up at him. "Ignore Dog." He said. "He has a grudge against a man that used to live here." A clue there. "Now here is the key to yer room. It's on the second floor to the right, third door down." Logan nodded then paused as Dog walked up to him and grabbed his collar.

"Name." He growled and Logan blinked somewhat. If only he knew his real name he could give a truthful answer...no. Logan was his name, no is his name. He wouldn't allow himself to believe anything until he absolutely knew about his true identity. For now. He was Logan. No other name but a codename, Wolverine.

"Logan." He replied and the other seemed to blink before frowning somewhat at this. Logan said nothing as the other went through stages it appeared, trying to figure something out before the other finally spoke once more, his tone lighter, but also rougher than before.

"James...Logan?" He said, and Logan shrugged at the others words. Like hell he knew. The code to getting to his army profile on his dog tags told him he was James Logan (A.K.A: Wolverine) but he wasn't sure if that was really him to begin with so he just simple shrugged it off. The other growled and slammed him into a wall. "Answer me..." He growled out.

"Amnesia." A simple answer, but it was the truth. The other stared at him before letting him go. With that, Logan dropped money in the owners hand, grabbed his key, and simply walked upstairs, not even bothering to look back at the two, but saying. "Keep the change, and remember this Dog; There ain't no Wolverine that you can tame." He vanished upstairs at that moment, leaving that thougt floating in the head of the men standing down there. He wasn't going to explain it, he didn't need to.

"Jimmy...ya feelin' alright there?" A voice whispered to me, I didn't know who it belonged to and I couldn't look up. My body hurt, my heart most of all. I leaned against this person as his hand fell onto my shoulder. He then slowly wrapped his arms around me and I relaxed into his arms. He sighed in my ear. "Guess not..." He whispered. "Wish I could tell ya that everythin' will be alirght...but I can't. We just have to get through this...because...well...we're on our own know Jimmy...but I promise you...I will protect ya...no matter what danger comes at us..." His voice reassured me...and I knew...he would protect me. Even if the world crashed down around us one day. He would be there for me...wouldn't he? "I promise you...even if Rose left ya alone, I wont leave you, and that is a promise I can keep...don't leave me...I wont leave ya..."

"GAH!" Logan's eyes snapped open, and he panted slightly. Unconsciously his claws had slid out, cutting the sheets below him as he tried to grip onto something. Finally he figured that it had happened and he slid his claws in, bringing his hands to his face and covering his face with his hands. "The...hell?" He whispered. His heart beat fast and not at a constant rate at the moment, yet it didn't get to him. He closed his eyes again and thought about that...dream? It was endless black, but the voices and shines of light told him...that yes. He was indeed starting to remember, but not that fast...not as fast as he wanted to remember his lost past. Thing is, he had no idea of how long he had lived, and how much he had to remember.

"Mr. Logan?" A voice said and Logan blinked, looking to the door. He got up hesitantly on shaky legs, not trusting himself to not fall down as he was not feeling to good at the moment. He walked over and then opened the door seeing the owner there. "Are you alright? I heard a cry...and everyone started to gather around your room...I got worried sir. Are you alright? I mean...what happened exactly?" He stilled then, noticing Logan's sheets and he frowned, pulling Logan to sit down on the bed then and sitting next to him. "Alright...these sheets show something happened...so what? Did you have a scuffle with a cat or something?"

"...can't explain...you'd think I was a freak or somethin'." Logan sighed. "Then again, ya can't die can ya? Well...guess I can't make it much worse...sept, I dun wanna go tellin'. I'm gonna show ya when I am ready, cause I'm not ready...not until I get the answers I want...need..." He sighed then once again as a beeping noise resided from his pocket, and he knew what it was. Logan yanked out a transmitter and let out a long sigh. Jean...that was who was calling him obviously. Storm did once, somehow he had shocked himself when answering. Scott would give up after two beeps, and Xavier would probably be looking for him. Thank the gods Rouge wouldn't tell on him...right? He hoped so, he couldn't have them coming in and taking him home. Not now, he was going to get those answers he was after whether or not they approved on the idea of him doing so. Finally he got annoyed with the beeping, crushing the transmitter in his hand. He didn't think he needed it...and that seemed to give the Inn's owner all he needed to know. He left then, only telling Logan of the spare sheets and that he had paid to stay for a good week, and he could. Logan nodded and watched him leave. He laid back down, not caring about the sheets. He would be up before noon, but not now...it was to early.

"..." A man stood on the mountain top, wondering to himself where he was supposed to be heading. He had long sense lost James scent, yet he still looked for anything he could use to track down the other. It had been a good long 15 years, and he hadn't come after him. Something was wrong, and he knew it, or he would have long sense fought the other, and maybe one would be dead by now. He had no idea, all he knew was that he would find the other, and figure out what was wrong with him...if he was dead, he swore he would defiantly kill him again...the jerk...if the other died before he could be the one to kill him...then by god...! Wait...his scent was back...Now he just had to find him...again...his little brother.

A/n: And here it ends ^^. This is the end of chapter one, I hope you liked it, now 'till the next chapter of "A Waking Dream". Please R and R ^^