Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men, just my OCs and the words below.

A/N: Just keep reading. For my Silver Cheetah on her 40th birthday! Happy birthday Rose!

"Mom, watch out!" cried Resonance as she jumped out of the way of another sentinel.

Rose gasped as a beam hit her in the chest sending her backwards. Her back met concrete or would have if a pair of strong arms had not caught her first.

"Dad," Resonance sighed in relief as she turned her attention back to the sentinel that was trying to annihilate her. Right, now where was I?

"Ya alright, Goldilocks?" asked Logan, turning Rose around so that he could see her face. He lifted her chin.

"I'm fine, Devil-horns," She murmured as she locked his blue eyes with her golden ones, a faint smile played at her lips. "Healing ability, remember?"

Logan did not reply. He was about to lean forward and kiss her when they heard a yelp for help.

"Henry!" Rose sprang to her feet and turned to see the Sentinels leaving. Resonance and Jade Leopard were nowhere to be found. "Lilly!"

"Rose, wait!" Emma cautioned, grabbing her arm. "You go after them without thinking and you'll be captured too. We have to be smart bout this."

"But the kids," Rose said, her cat-like eyes glistening with tears.

"I know, but if we want to get them back we have to be smart," Emma told her.

"Blondie's right," Logan said making Rose look at him. "We'll get them back, that goes without sayin'."

Rose bit her lip but nodded. "Alright, so what's the plan?"

The year is 2048. Sentinels are freely roaming the Earth and capturing mutants under the commands of Master Mold. There are few X-Men left and those that are left are spread thin. The rag-tag team stationed in New York consists of Wolverine, Silver Cheetah, Emma Frost, Shadowcat, Nightcrawler, Rogue, Gambit, Beast, and Storm. If things do not change soon, there won't be any mutants left…

~ The Next Generation ~

"I have an idea," Emma began as soon as they joined back up with others. "but it's risky."

"When isn't it?" pointed out Logan.

"He's right," agreed Rose from where she sat in Logan's lap. "So what's the plan, Emma?"

"If we stop Master Mold, the sentinels will be greatly weakened," Emma began slowly. "After all, it is the main reason why they're so strong, so well-organized."

"And how do ya suggest we do that?" inquired Wolverine, quirking a dark eyebrow. "We don't know where the hell that thing is. We thought we did before but when we got to that warehouse it was gone."

"Precisely, that's why we're going to go back in time to before Master Mold went online," Emma told them. "Well, one of is anyway."

"You mean like…time travel?" asked Rose.

Emma nodded. "We send one of us back in time to when Master Mold was about to go online. That person will destroy it before it does, stopping all of this from happening."

"Who are we going to send back?" asked Rogue.

"How are we going to send them back?" asked Gambit.

Emma's eyes met Rose's for a few moments. Rose broke away with a sigh. "Logan's the one who's going and Kitty's the one who's going to send him back."

"Katzchen?" Kurt glanced questioningly at his wife.

Kitty closed her eyes, took a deep breath, then stared at them with bold brown eyes (A/N: From this point onward in any fanfic I do based off of the movies Kitty's eyes will be brown, not blue, since Ellen Page's eyes are brown). "Emma's right. I can send Mr. Logan back. I will send him back."

"Your powers are that advanced?" asked Rogue, impressed.

Kitty nodded.

"Why Logan though?" inquired Storm.

"The process of one's mind being sent back to a younger body is excruciatingly painful," Emma explained, playing with a lock of her hair. "Wolverine is the only one who would be able to endure it. Not only does he have that amazing healing ability of his, but he also has his adamantium skeleton."

"So half-pint sends my mind back to my younger self," said Logan. "How much younger are we talking?"

"Hank found that Master Mold went online in 1987," Emma told them.

"So I'm going back to 1987 to take apart Master Mold before it goes online and the world goes to shit," Logan summed up.

"You make it sound so easy," Emma murmured.

"Sounds pretty straightforward to me," shrugged Logan.

"Emma's right," said Rose. "You're going to need help and I don't just mean Charles and the X-Men."

Wolverine looked down at her curiously. "…Ya don't mean…"

"Yes I do," She held up a gloved hand. "Just give it a rest alright? We're out of options and you'll need all the help you can get."

"…Fine," grumbled Logan.

"Just remember," Rose cautioned, suddenly looking somber. "I was 14 back then and the puppet of that pompous bastard. I won't know you and he'll probably have me attack you. Try not to kill me, but don't go easy on me either or you'll end up dead."

"…Right, no pressure," he muttered.

Rose tried to smile reassuringly but her eyes were tired and worn. Instead she placed a hand on his cheek. "Hey. I know you can do this."

He placed his hand over hers and turned his head, kissing her palm making her smile. "So, when do we get this show on the road?"

~ The Next Generation ~

A young girl with golden brown hair pulled back in a high ponytail was walking down a poorly-lit hallway when she heard footsteps coming from behind her. She stopped and turned around. "I know you're there so you might as well come out."

"I'd say I'm impressed but knowing your 'mentor'," said Wolverine, coming out of the shadows. He was not wearing his X-man outfit but a white t-shirt, blue jeans, a black leather jacket, and his dog tags. "I figured you could do this much."

"Who are you?" She demanded, her eyes narrowing suspiciously. "What do you want?"

"Who I am isn't important," He replied, hands in his pockets. "All I want is to talk to your boss."

She scoffed. "Why in the hell would you want to talk to a pompous bastard who only cares about himself?"

Logan smiled to himself. "I need his help."

"Help with what?"

"I'd like to ask him directly if you don't mind," He said pointedly.

Her eyes widened in understanding. "How do you…?"

"You want to talk to me directly," came a new voice as Magneto appeared from an opening in the wall. "Here I am."

Rose's eyes instantly glazed over as Magneto took complete control over her mind and body.

"That's a dirty trick," noted Logan dryly.

"A trick that you've seen before," Magneto shot back. "The question is how?"

"Look, I'm not from this time," he began. "I'm, well, I'm from the future. A not too bright future."

"Oh?" Magneto said, eyebrow quirked.

"You've heard of the Sentinels, right?"

"Of course. It's hard to miss a ten-foot mutant hunting robot," Magneto replied sarcastically. "What about the Sentinels?"

"Smart ass," mumbled Logan. "She did warn me it wouldn't be easy."

"She?" Magneto cocked his head. His eyes lit up as he looked from Logan to Rose then back at Logan. "You mean Rose. You've met her before."

"Something like that," said Logan. "See, I meet Rose almost twenty years from now."

"You're telling me you really came from the future?"

"Yeah, a really shitty future where Sentinels roam the land and mutants are almost completely gone."

"How does that happen? The Sentinels aren't all that organized and their human masters are imbeciles."

"In one week, a super computer called Master Mold will go online," Logan informed him. "When it does, it will control all the Sentinels, making them smarter and more powerful."

"So you need to stop it beforehand," surmised Magneto. "But to do that you need my help."

"Yeah," Logan nodded. "Yours…and the X-Mens'."

Magneto stroked his chin. "Teaming up with Charles again does sound interesting."

"On one condition though," said Logan.

"Which is?"

"Let her be in control of her own body 'til we destroy Master Mold," Logan said, pointing at Rose.

"And what does she mean to you?"

"That's none of yer business," Logan growled.

Magneto shrugged, unconcerned. "Fine, one week. That's all. Come join the party, Rose."

He snapped his fingers. The fog lifted from Rose's cat-like eyes.

"Huh?" Rose blinked, shaking her head. "What's going on? I'm in control again."

"Yes you are. For the next week anyway," Magneto told her. "Thanks to him."

Rose stared at Logan. "Why…?"

"I just thought you'd be more helpful if you were in control of your own body," Logan shrugged, not looking at her. "That's all."

Rose quirked an eyebrow as Magneto snickered.

"Whatever," Rose said, flicking her hand. "So what's the plan? What do we do next?"

"I take you two to talk to Chuck," said Logan, still not looking at her directly.

"I'm guessing you mean Charles Xavier," said Rose, crossing her arms. "So you are an X-Man."

"What was your first clue?" He shot back, making her roll her eyes. Same old Goldilocks.

"And where are you taking us?" inquired Magneto, his eyes flicking back and forth between them. "We aren't exactly welcomed at the Institute."

He has a good point, Chuck, thought Logan. So what do I do?

Let Erik come to me alone, answered Charles.

Ya sure about that?

Yes, Wolverine. I will talk to Erik while you keep an eye on his…

Victim? offered Logan. Alright, if you say so, Chuck.

"So what's the word from my dear friend, Charles?" asked Magneto, smugly.

Rose is right, thought Logan, sparing his wife's younger version a brief glance. You are a pompous bastard.

"Alright, here's the deal."

~ The Next Generation ~

"Hey," murmured Rose, playing with her ponytail. She was leaning up against a wall, staring down at her feet.

"Yeah?" asked Logan, also looking at his feet.

"…Thank you," she said, glancing up at him. "I haven't been in control of my own body since he put this metal chip in my head a year ago, even if it is only for a week."

"You're welcome," he grunted. "I just wish I could have done more."

"Why's that?" She asked, cocking her head. "I don't even know who you are…or do I?"

Logan did not reply. How could he?

"What? What is going on?" She demanded, placing her hands on her hips. "I was kind of out of it when you and that pompous bastard had your little chat in case you didn't notice so fill me in."

Yep, same old Goldilocks, he thought wistfully, missing the future Rose. If all goes well, I'll be back with her and the kids in a week.

"Hello? Anyone home in there?" called Rose, snapping her fingers.

Logan sighed. Might as well tell her, about Master Mold and the Sentinels anyway.

A few moments later Rose's eyes were the size of saucers.

"No freaking way," She breathed. "No freaking way."

Logan could not help but smile. It was what their daughter Lilly or Kitty would have said. I did tell Goldilocks that Lil was more like her than she thought.

"So, let me get this straight," said Rose slowly, collecting herself. "You're from the future where Sentinels are running around in vast numbers under the control of this super computer, this Master Mold and the only way to stop all that from happening is to destroy Master Mold before it goes online which it will in one week. But in order to do that, you need both Charles Xavier's and Magneto's help, right?"

Logan nodded.

"This is crazy," murmured Rose, shaking her head. "How do I even know you're telling the truth?"

Logan sighed. She had a point. The question was how to convince her? "Your full name is Rosalie Anne Silverstone."

Rose gaped. "How did you…?"

He gave her a meaningful look.

"You know me in the future," Rose murmured as everything clicked together, well almost everything. "That's how…Everything you said was true."

"Pretty much," he grunted.

"So, what's next?" She asked, taking a seat on the floor.

"Ya know, that floor isn't the cleanest."

She shrugged. "It's better than hanging on a wall. Besides, I have a feeling we'll be here for a while."

Logan frowned. Again, she had a point.

Rose patted the floor beside her. "There's room for one more, not that I care."

"Ya sure about that?" He asked her in what he hoped was a cocky tone. Honestly what he felt was awkward. Nothing was weirder than talking to the younger version of your wife and mother of your children, your two captured children…

"What?" She asked. "What is it? Besides that the world will go to utter hell in one week, I mean."

"It's nothing," He assured her after a pause.

Rose quirked an eyebrow but let it go, leaning her head up against the wall. "Whatever, I'm not going to be presumptuous and tell you what to do. Just let me know when Charles Xavier contacts you seeing as he can't contact me."

"Why don't you just run away?" He asked.

She scoffed. "Don't you think I've tried that? This chip doesn't just control me. It works as a tracking device too."

Logan did not reply. He merely watched Rose with her head tilted backwards, eyes closed. Magneto, the sick bastard. She's only been with him for a year and she already looks and acts so defeated. Maybe I should…

Wolverine hesitated only a moment more before walking over and sitting down next to her.

"Whatever happens, odd as this may seem," Rose said, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. A slight smile played at her lips. "I'm glad to have met you, Wolverine."

"If all goes well," Wolverine murmured, not very optimistically. "You'll continue to be glad."

"Here's hoping," Rose raised her fist.

Logan could not help but grin back as he bumped his fist with hers.

A/N: And there you have it. Yes you're supposed to be confused lol. You'll understand soon enough. Til then read, review, and show the love! Happy birthday Rose!