Chapter Two - Blast to the Past

"You do this, you change history...Some of us could be killed. Some of us may never be born. We have no idea how things may change."

…

"You're asking us to sacrifice our lives, for a future we might not even be a part of."

"A second chance. A better chance. For everyone."

Westchester, New York, 1973.

The young Hank McCoy unrolled a set of blueprints along the dark centre table; Logan huffed exasperatedly, shaking his head at his luck. It was as if fate was making it harder and harder for him to save them. The adamantium in his bones were gone, yet he had none of his memories as James Howlett; next to him, the Professor had given everything up to be an idle junkie; and Hank was less of a Beast and more of a domesticated lapdog.

How the hell am I supposed to break the most dangerous mutant out of his specially built prison (in the Pentagon no less) with these bums?

Logan had nothing but respect for the Professor and his colleague, but these people...these people were barely even the mutants he knew. On one hand you have someone who is so without hope, he has resulted to ridding himself of his gifts; on the other, someone who's barely comfortable in their own shadow, denying their inner 'beast' (for the lack of a better term).

Hank had tried to show him how absurd the plan was,"The room they're holding him in was built during the Second World War... when there was a shortage of steel. So the foundation is pure concrete and sand. No metal." Hank pushed his glasses up his nose.

"He's being held... a hundred floors beneath the most heavily guarded building the planet." said Charles.

"Why is he in there?" Logan asked. He figured it was a pretty secure enough prison for someone like Erik, if not a bit ostentatious.

Hank and Charles shared a disbelieving look. "What, he forgot to mention?" Charles said.

Hank shuffled slightly, as he attempted to explajn, "Uh, JFK." to his side, he could hear his friend give a dry laugh.

Logan was taken aback by this new information. "He killed…" he couldn't even form the words in his mouth.

This younger version of Charles was starting to really unnerve him, with a cynical chuckle, he said, "What else explains a bullet miraculously curving through the air? Erik's always had a way with guns. Are you sure you want to carry on with this?"

Charles eyed him evenly, Logan was already resigned to the fact of yet another bullshit thing he has to deal with, "This is your plan, not mine."

To his left Hank spoke, "We don't have any resources to get us in."

"Or out," Charles rejoined, "It's just me and Hank."

Logan considered this for a moment. His older mind, drawn to a memory from several years back of a loving couple, now dead by the hands of merciless killing machines. He was fond of her husband, even fonder of the woman who had been his friend for as long as he could remember.

This, this was his chance, he could save them both from an untimely demise. Subconsciously nodding his head, he smiles. "I know a guy. Yeah, he'd be a young man now. Grew up outside of D.C. He could get into anywhere." he laughed, remembering the crazy stories they used to tell "I just don't know how the hell we're gonna find him."

Hank glances at Charles, "Is Cerebro of the question?" Charles only turned his eyes away.

"If only you guys had internet," Logan mused.

They both looked to him like he was crazy, "What's 'internet'?" Hank asked.

Logan merely sighed and shook his head.

"We have a phonebook." Hank said in a hopeful tone.

Washington, Virginia, the next day.

They stopped at a normal looking house in the outskirts of D.C. As much as Logan liked seeing Charles have the use of his legs, he hated his poor driving skills, having almost hit a mailbox a couple of blocks back. "Here, here, here." Logan said impatiently.

"Where?"

"Just stop here."

"All right, all right." Charles resigned indulgently.

"Next time I'll drive, don't get used to it." Logan reminded him.

The house seemed modern enough, a normal average house among similar houses on a normal street. The weeds at the front yard were a tad unkempt, a bright blue car was parked in the driveway, the house was bricked in white stone.

They get out of the car and walk over to the front door. The word 'MAXIMOFF' read on the black mailbox.

Logan raps his knuckles quickly at the door, knocking twice. Hank plasters a friendly smile as a woman a few years their senior answers the door. She was pretty, with large worried eyes and a long mane of hair. The matriarch of the family, Magda Maximoff, sighs audibly, "What's he done now?" she asks briskly. Logan and Hank gave amused looks to one another. "I'll just write you a check for whatever he took,"

Logan smiles wryly, "We just need to talk to him."

The woman nods and lets them enter behind her. She turns to call over her shoulder in a tired tone, "Peter! The cops are here. Again." Seeing her expression questioned a lot of what he believed Peter to be. Did she just say that the cops were visiting: AGAIN?

When Peter and Logan first met in his own timeline, the man was a reformed member of the Brotherhood, more serious and subdued, yet still filled with a joy for life. Zoe first introduced the two, Logan had just come back from an extended mission to find the woman quite attached at the hip with her new friend. Apparently, Pietro Maximoff had suddenly just had a change of heart about the Brotherhood after an incident during a diplomatic assignment involving Zoe herself. He was apprehensive towards Peter at first, but watching the way he treated Zoe dismissed most of his fears in a day. Peter looked at her if she was nothing short of miraculous.

Zoe had greeted him in the foyer with a warm smile, her voice was patient and friendly, "Logan, this is Peter. He's here to stay." He held a cautious eye to the man who followed close behind her.

"For how long?" Logan readjusted the rucksack slung over his shoulder and puffed at the cigar he held between his teeth.

"For as long as I can," the Brotherhood reformist began, There was a glint in his eye as he answered, "I've found something good here. I'm not ready to let it go."

Bringing up the back, Charles notes the skid marks which ruined the welcome mat of the threshold. Magda sits back to watch her show on the couch, not bothering to give them a second look, this must have been commonplace already for her. They pass by a little girl in a plastic tiara, she held a wand in one hand and peered at the adults curiously. She quickly gets Logan's attention. "I'm a princess. What are you?" she asks.

Logan takes off his sunglasses to get a better look at the girl, she must be Peter's younger sister, Lorna, obviously before her mutation manifested itself. "I'm the Wolverine." he answers her plainly. "Where's your brother?"

Lorna points to the basement with a "KEEP OUT" sign posted on the door.

"Go upstairs and bug your sister." Magda tells Lorna.

"But she bugs me!" Lorna protests as her mother shoos her away.

Heading to the basement, they hear the thrum of music playing and the sound of a ping pong ball being hit back and forth. They descend slowly in awe of the teen playing a seemingly normal game of ping pong. Against himself. The teen appearing at both ends of the table.

"What do you guys want?" the silver haired teen asked, undistracted from his game, "I didn't do anything," He suddenly seems to disappear in the middle of the rally, only to reappear on the couch behind them, feet on the coffee table, hands behind his head. "I've been here all day."

Logan tried to quickly handle the situation, "Just relax, Peter. We're not Cops."

Peter's eyes narrow, "Of course you're not cops." he answered, "If you were cops, you wouldn't be driving a rental car."

"How did you know we've got a rental car?" Charles just managed to query before the teen cut him off.

"I checked your registration when you were walking to the door." Logan quickly looked to Hank and Charles who were both focused on the youth. "I also had some time to kill so I went through your rental agreement. Saw you were from out of town. Are you FBI?"

Before they could even blink, Peter had zipped past them, snatching Charles' wallet from his back pocket, inspecting the contents inside. "No, you're not cops. Hey, what's with his gifted youngsters place?" he comments, looking at a worn card before letting the card and the wallet fall to the floor.

"That's an old card." Charles replies, impressed by his speed, though annoyed by the thievery.

"He's fascinating." Hank remarks.

"He's a pain in the arse." Charles corrects with irritation.

"What, a teleporter?" Hank asks Logan.

"No, he's just fast. And when I knew him he wasn't so... young." he says gruffly.

"Young? You're just old." Peter says from behind them, sitting back on the couch once more, this time with an almost finished popsicle, one which he goes back to eating.

"So you're not afraid to show your powers?" Hank posed.

The teen crinkles his face in a perfect expression of confusion, one which must have been practised. "Powers? What powers? What're you talking about?" Charles and Hank looked surprised, "Do you see something strange here? Nothing anybody would believe if you told them." Peter replied with a dangerous gleam in his eyes. It was shouting at them in challenge.

Logan just looked at him and the next moment he appeared in front of his Pong arcade game which he immediately begins to play. "So, who are you? What do you want?" Peter asked, already bored of the conversation.

"We need your help, Peter."

"With what?"

"To break into a highly secured facility... and to get someone out." Logan said, hands on his hips.

"Prison break? That's illegal, you know." Peter called with an amused voice.

"Er," Logan begins, he, Charles and Hank finally taking in their surroundings. Either the kid developed a separate mutation of pulling paraphernalia out of his ass or all of it was blatantly stolen, Logan thought as he eyed the Hostess cakes which lined the shelves, the hamper of bowling balls, the parking meter in the corner, the traffic sign on the wall, a row of TVs which still had their "FOR SALE" stickers on them... "Well, only if you get caught." he said dryly.

"So, what's in it for me?"

Charles began to rub at his eyes, sunglasses in hand. "You, you kleptomaniac, get to break into the Pentagon." He felt an aneurysm coming on from all this stress.

Peter immediately stops and turns to look at them, properly interested. "How do I know I can trust you?"

"Because we're just like you." Logan quipped.

Peter eyed them suspiciously, "Show him." Charles said.

Logan stares him down as he raises his hand and begins to extend his claws, the sound of bone tearing flesh startled and mildly paled Peter.

Peter nodded, his lip twisting. "That's cool, but it's disgusting."

Logan almost felt sorry for his friend who was supposed to marry him. Almost. When they broke the news of their engagement to them at the mansion, Logan was the first they told. He could still see her in his mind, she wore a dazzling smile as she showed of the impressive engagement ring (which was actually bought) on her finger, Peter had his arm around her waist and kissed her cheek softly. They were both ecstatic as he shook Peter's hand and they both came to hug him. This was before the war of course, it was one of his more happier memories, one which he used to remind himself to keep fighting. "We got no time to lose, kid."

"Let us accept our own responsibility for the future." - John F. Kennedy

/A/N:

I thought I'd share another chapter to get the ball rolling, hopefully, I have you intrigued.

I will say that I recently watched the Rogue Extended Cut of Days of Future Past. While it did not change any main points, it did allow for longer screen time for some characters and I really enjoyed it as it tried to develop them a bit more.

To my reviewers, thank you. Though you are few, it really made me happy to get a response so I dedicate this update for you. :)

Nevernot9180: I'm glad you like the story, opening on a sad note I thought really set a tone for the bleakness of their timeline. Maybe in the later chapters we'll see it evolve into a happier story to reflect that change in course.

anonymouscsifan (guest): Hope you like this new update, I am curious to see where my fic will go. So far, nothing has been set in stone.

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