She came to in a panic as she shot up looking around. It was a forest, still fighting for air she hugged her legs and tried to breath, but the tears filled her eyes. "Logan" she breathed. The memory of the sentinel drilling through Logan was etched in her mind now. It was all she could see while she cradled her head in her hands.

It felt like the aftermath of the chaos her mother created years ago. Her mother and father were dead, so was her mentor, but this time she was truly alone. There was no one left, her friends were either dead or scattered about to be killed. Logan, her soul mate was now gone too.

Her clothes were torn as she looked down making sure she was in tact. She had no time to marvel at her time travel, she felt sick from the fight, and the trip. Her hair was almost all out of her ponytail. As she got to her feel she tried to smooth it all back into the hair tie.

The dizziness was getting worse as she stood, but she tried to concentrate, to pick up on any thought that might tell her where she is, and if she was in the right year. Rachel's priority was finding the house. Any maybe some new clothes she thought looking down at her uniform.

Catching a faint voice she headed east through the greenery until she came through to a park hoping to find a washroom next to wash away the blood and dirt she was covered in. Her shoulder was bleeding pretty badly and she had a pretty big gash on her forearm. But until she got back to the mansion all she could do in the moment was wrap it with paper towel and push onwards. Walking through the town she wasn't far from the mansion. She was still in New York, one thing to be glad about.

She stood in the change room in front of the mirror that hung in the stall. The jeans and black tank top were enough; she looked at her arms and back, the bruises and cuts still needed to be hidden, a flash ran through her as the memory of running from the sentinels came to her, one catching her as her and logan slide through the mud. Being cut by an adamantium knife was not something she wanted to feel again. She was still bleeding pretty bad from the deep cut and the paper towel was beginning to soak through. She came out throwing what was left of her uniform into the trash after tying her cuts with her old undershirt. The cashier watched her closely as she found a leather jacket and tried it on, but as Rachel noticed she focused hard.

The sales lady's memory of the last ten minutes were wiped clean as she smiled, "That's' a really great jacket, where did you get it?" The sales woman asked

"It's vintage" Rachel said with a small smile while ripping the tags off and walking out.

She stepped out of the truck, "Thanks for the lift" she said to the woman.

She nodded, "Anytime" driving off

Rachel walked up the road for a bout a kilometer before reaching the property. There she was, she was home. The stone mansion was still in tact and as beautiful as ever. Covered in ivy and greenery, looking at the property gave Rachel a sense of comfort as she let out a heavy sigh smiling. But the realization that it wasn't her time, hit her wiping her smile clean. No one inside will know who she is. None of them will share the same memories as her. No one could know, she couldn't bare to loose them again, she decided. It was no use trying to tell Logan of their love like he wanted her to do. Knowing what had happened to him, loosing Logan a second time would kill her.

Pushing the gates open she made her way up the driveway to the backside of the house and knocked. Trying to keep her mind clear as she made up her mind. No one except for the professor would know the truth.

Rachel wasn't expecting the person to answer it but when Scott opened the door curiously Rachel's eyes widened. She gasped catching herself about to speak.

Scott had never seen the girl before, but her reaction to him was curious. She was familiar, there were similarities to his wife he couldn't ignore. The girl's fire red hair was a mess while being tied on top of her head, and even though her clothes were crisp Scott could tell she was in rough shape underneath them. He could smell the blood. "Can I help you?" he said

Rachel nodded, "I need to speak to the Professor" she said her mind starting to spin. The trip was catching up to her. She tired to hold on to the threshold but lost her balance.

"Easy" Scott said catching her. "Common" he carried her into his arms.

Rachel thought back to the times when she was a girl, how her father would scoop her up in his arms while they played. She missed her father to know end after he died, and nearly five years later she was in his arms like she was a little girl again.

"Dad" she let out a breath before slipping out of consciousness, but her exhaustion was taking a toll, her control was slipping, and Scott caught a vision of one of Rachel's memories. It was in the gardens in the back of the house, he could hear her laughing, wearing a yellow sundress, Jean had just gotten for her. She was so little, but her long red hair blew past her face as she continued to run. Scott could see her looking back You can't catch me daddy

Scott's brows furrowed as he tried to grasp reality.

"It's alright" Rachel heard as she was coming to. "You're safe" he said soothingly. She knew that voice

"Professor?" she said in a weak voice.

"Take your time" he soothed. She could feel his hand on her head.

You have a strong mind, full of memories that have yet to happen.

Rachel opened her eyes and found herself downstairs in the lab. The bright lights and silver walls were blinding yet comforting to her, she knew that she was home again yet she was a stranger to everyone now. She knew for a least a moment, she was safe. There was another person with them cleaning up a tray of equipment. "Hank?" she recognized the blue beast.

Hank Macoy turned and tilted his head. She was a complete stranger to him, but he nodded warmly, "You were wounded pretty badly there my dear" he walked towards them stopping beside the professor

"Do you know where you are?" Charles asked, her memories were of the house, but they have yet to happen. "Or When for that matter?"

You have been here before. What time are you from?

She was coming to, she shook her head not knowing for sure. "My name is Rachel Summers"

Charles and Hank looked at each other in disbelief. But Charles could see the memories of Jean and Scott with her as a child. "You're from the future" he began to brace himself, "When?"

"2039" she answered

"Oh my god" Hank let out

"What happened that you needed to come back?" Charles asked "How did you even know it was possible" he asked not knowing if she knew it had been done before.

"I knew it had been done before" she said thinking back to the time Logan first told her that it wasn't always like it had been. "Logan had told me he'd gone back to help you"

Hank watched as Charles sat in awe, it was looking like their work all those years ago didn't matter, "Why did you come back?" Hank asked "And how if you don't exist yet?"

Rachel tried to sit up, "I came back a different way than Logan did" she looked at the professor "I can not only transfer a consciousness but also a physical being" she looked down "It was the first time I had done anything like it"

"What else can you do?" Hank asked getting distracted by her powers. He always was fascinated by the millions of different mutations there were in the world.

Rachel glanced at Hank then back to the professor, "She has the same abilities as Jean, with an added enhanced telekinetic energy enabling her to do something as time traveling" he was in awe. He'd never met anyone like Rachel before, who could very well be more powerful than him.

She looked down ashamed of her powers, or more so where she got them from. Charles leaned back, "Dear god" he listened, Rachel showed him her added power.

Charles sat back in awe You're the Pheonix He could see her mutation, what she had done before, and the control she has on it.

Rachel looked at the professor pleading

"And Logan told you everything" Charles sighed, "And how?" he thought about his words, "How did you become" he stopped not knowing what to say seing the memories.

Hank looked on confused, "What?"

Rachel didn't want to relive it again, but she knew she had to tell them in order to start working on changing the future, to rewrite what was about to happen, "Part of Jean's true power lies dormant, she tries to control it, working to preserve it because it has the potential to literally take over her"

"It's known as the Phoenix force. A power so great it has the ability to destroy everything it lays its eyes on so it desires" Charles looked at Rachel worried she would have the same fate as he saw in her memories with her mother.

Working with Jean and seeing the potential she had scared him. He caught a glimpse of it in Logan's mind, and worked hard to help her overcome her power consuming her.

She went on explaining to Hank, "It took Jean over, she gradually started to change" she said, "And while it was happening the government introduced a mutant registration act, and Magneto rebelled causing more uproar, the government acted quickly turning old military camps into mutant holding facilities"

"Concentration camps" Charles said,

"Jean saw this and with the changes she was going through she became angry with humans, her anger turned into rage it was like she turned into a whole different person, she started turning on her own kind" she looked at Hank, "she headed for the facility in DC as it was being commissioned. The president was there" Rachel wasn't going to finish

Charles lowered his head in disappointment, "Jean"

"We tried to stop her, even magneto realized it had gone too far, but it was too late"

"What happened?" Hank asked

"She killed a lot of people, humans, mutants" she looked at the professor broken, Charles saw the memory as his jaw dropped

"She killed me" he said, "She kills us"

"She killed you, Scott, along with Kitty and Bobby" Rachel said with a tear running down her face

"She's still running around in your time?" Hank asked

Rachel shook her head wishing the last five years never happened, that if maybe she went back after Jean died then maybe the massacre at the house would have never happened, that maybe Logan would still be alive, "It's what happened after that's why I'm here"

Charles let her continue. There was no need yet for Hank to know how Rachel stopped Jean, he looked down disappointed after all his years with her knowing she was still destined to become the Phoenix, that Logan was going to be crushed to know as well. And that he was standing in front of the woman who stopped her, a woman strong enough to kill her own flesh and blood for the sake of the rest of the world.

"With the president dead it caused a world wide panic finally, and the government reopened the sentinel program" Rachel explained

"But Bolivar Trask should be long dead by then" Charles said

Rachel nodded "Larry Trask has been running his fathers business. Only thing is Larry Trask is a hell of a lot smarter and has incredible technology behind him" she explained "At first they were introduced to protect officials and house leaders, then it got worse and more were brought out. They began patrolling streets, curfews were introduced, and even if a human was out or tried to intervene they'd be hauled off as well"

"My god" Hank said

"They've said that you luck out if you get thrown into the camps, it's gotten so bad that some don't even bother, mutants are being slaughtered everyday" Rachel explained "We thought we were all safe, we started housing more mutants, we were building more underground but" She stopped looking at her feet trying to push the night out of her memory

"They found you" Charles said

Rachel nodded, "They destroyed the house. There was absolutely no warning"

"Is that when you came here?" Hank said "To our time?"

"When they came we split up, the children were taken we think to the camps but I can't know for sure" she explained tortured at the thought of those kids being taken "I watched as they killed Eric, mystique, Rouge and Remy, Storm and" she looked at Hank shaking her head, "I saw one right on your tail before Logan and I ran for the tunnels. But there were more we're not sure if they survived, Jubilee, Angel, Dazzler, Chamber, Bishop and Havok. When the first one hit we all ran trying to ready ourselves"

Charles tried to make sense of it all, why after all the work they did years ago, that the same thing would end up happening again. But he watched as the young woman tried to deal with the horror she just endured having everyone she loved stripped from her at no fault of her own.

He sighed, "We're going to need to figure out how to stop this from happening"

'Again" Hank added "But what do we tell everyone?"

"Rachel, when you're up to it come on up. Hank will ready a room for you" Charles offered

Rachel nodded appreciative. "What about Jean?"

He looked down thinking the best course of action, "It's best to not tell her of her fate just yet, I trust you can keep your guard up"

Rachel nodded knowing her limits, it was Logan she was going to have the trouble with, she couldn't let herself feel that way again for him knowing he would only be ripped away from her again.

"Hank can give you a little something for the pain, to help you relax" Charles offered. "You must be in a great deal of pain Rachel, emotional and physical"

Rachel nodded, thinking maybe it wouldn't hurt to rest down in the lab for a little while to gain her strength back. As Hank injected the drugs it was almost instant. She was fading out peacefully, She was in the gardens on the property; the sun was warm on her skin while she could feel Logan behind her, his hands on her hips as she rested her head on his chest.

Hank followed Charles out of the lab still watching Rachel drift off. Her smile was relaxed. Charles knew what she was thinking about and as odd as it was a pairing he could see the love she had for him, the memories they had.

"She looks so peaceful" Hank said

Charles gave a simple nod, "Lets hope she'll find that peace once again Hank" he whelled out,

Will you come find me when you make it back? He asked me with a smile "I'll be younger, far better looking"

Rachel laughed running her hand across his rugged aged face. She loved the salt and pepper that peeked through his beard, the grey streaks in his hair. "You said you were a lot angrier in your younger days, I prefer old Logan to moody Logan" she said with a teasing smile

"Find me" he said in her ear, "Find me and I will fight for you" he looked at her with a pleading look, "Find me and I will fight for us"

She watched as he was ripped away from her by a sentinel "Rachel!" he screamed