New York City, 1973

"Holy shit - it worked." Logan stumbled up from the bed, stunned.

Knock knock. "Mr. Howlett?"

Nina's voice. "Nina?" he called back.

"Yes, it's me-" The door swung open and in she came looking identical to the one he had just left behind, only outfitted in '70s attire, including, of course, purple gogo boots.

She took one look at him and paled. "Oh my God-" And backed out of the door, slamming it closed.

Oh yeah - he was totally naked.

"What, you never seen a naked man before?" he called, slipping on his jeans.

"Just put on your clothes, please!" A few moments later she called, "Are you decent?"

"That depends on what you mean by 'decent'."

"Trousers?"

"Yup."

Only now did she come back inside, or well fully inside now since she hadn't made it that far the fist time. She moved cautiously almost, as if she thought he might be lying. Her eyes lingered on his bare chest and he preened a little, before she snapped her gaze up to his face. "So it was a successful trip, then."

"So far, yeah."

Suddenly, another door within the room opened, making them both jump - they weren't alone, someone else was here. It led to a bathroom by the looks of it, coming out of which was a young woman in a slip and nothing else. She appeared startled too. "Jimmy? What's going on? Who's this?"

Judging by her facial expression, Nina had now put together what he had been doing, or rather his younger self - the messy bed, his lack of attire, the girl. She heaved a sigh, appearing like she would rather be anywhere but here. "You get yourself sorted - quickly would be preferable - and I'll meet you out front." She moved to leave the room once more, only now that door swung open and three men in suits strode in, blocking the way.

"Hey, what's going on?" Logan asked. "Who are you? I don't know what's going on-"

"What's going on is you're supposed to be watching the boss's daughter, not screwing her," the lead man barked.

"Oh I didn't sleep with her."

"No?"

"No. I mean, yes, I've slept with her many times-"

"Lovely," sighed Nina.

"Jimmy!" cried the girl in question.

"-But that wasn't me, that was the old me. I just got here like a minute ago."

"Really?"

"Yeah. She can vouch for me." He pointed to Nina who did not appear pleased at being thus voluntold.

But the guy wasn't buying any of it. "And what happened to your clothes?"

"My - oh. Would you believe me if I said I was sent here from the future?"

Nina face-palmed. This was ridiculous.

The guy scoffed. "Get outta here, Sweetheart. We're gonna take care of this comedian."

The girl grabbed her clothes and hurried out of the room.

"No you're not. You're gonna give me the keys to your car and some money for gas or you're going to wake up in the hospital-"

But the guy was looking at Nina. "You too, Sweetie."

"No, that is enough mindless chatter. Is that your power?" she sneered at Logan. "That, or seduction? This is getting us nowhere."

"Hey Sweetheart, I'm not gonna ask you again-"

"Hey, leave her outta this. Trust me, I know how these things play out," Logan growled.

"Oh right, cause you're from the future?" the guy mocked.

"No, cause of these-" Logan held up his fists and his claws emerged - real bone claws. Oh yeah, 1973. Pre-adamantium grafting.

"What the hell?" The three immediately drew their guns. Nina's powers flashed around her hands in response. "You're a freak too?"

Water sprayed as Logan's claws caught the bed - oh yeah, water bed - before he was thrown back as several bullets met his chest.

"No!" she cried. Oh gods - here they were, all of about five minutes into the mission, and the guy had already gotten himself killed. It was his fault though, chatter and threats and all.

Logan grunted, buckling forward. "God dammit!" Then he straightened up as the bullets began to fall as the wounds closed themselves up.

Then he didn't hesitate to take down the guys. He even managed to swipe the car keys from the leader guy. Mission accomplished. So far.

When he looked up and his claws retracted, he saw Nina staring wide-eyed back at him, back pressed against the wall. "You okay?"

"Y-yeah," she stammered. "You?"

He shrugged.

"Seems like my future self left some surprises for me to discover."

"Seems like it."

She came over and gingerly took his hand, running her thumb along his knuckles. It was a familiar gesture she often did in the future, but there was no loving warmth and affection in it now, just curiosity. "That looks extremely painful. I'm sorry for my insensitivity before."

"No need to apologize. Let's get outta here." He looked down at the mess he had caused. "Peaceful thoughts."

"What?"

"Nothing."

She headed out of the room and down to the front of the building while he cleaned himself up. When he came outside he was fully dressed, belt buckle, flannel shirt, leather jacket and all.

"This looks like our ride," he said, sliding into the driver's seat of the leader guy's car. She joined him and he pulled away, happy to leave that all behind - in the past.

They had been driving for a little while in silence when he caught her staring at him. He smirked. "What?"

"I do remember you. We came to you, Charles, Erik and I, and you dismissed us rather harshly."

Well, that was one way to put it. A cold 'go fuck yourselves' on his part. "Glad you remember."

A shorter silence, before, "So," she said, as if about to breach a special - maybe uncertain - topic. "Are you still a ladies' man in the future?"

"A 'ladies' man'?"

"Yes. I'm just curious what I might be getting myself into in the future..."

"Yeah, I suppose you could say I was, but then I met you and everything changed."

She didn't look convinced. "It's only that my future self had said that in the future we are - intimate."

"If that's how you want to put it."

"And how would you put it?"

"We're a couple passionately in love. That's how I'd put it."

Again, she didn't look very convinced. "She said you might have difficulty controlling your urges."

"She did, did she?"

"But she also said she would talk to you and have you promise to behave."

He raised his hands in surrender. "Hey, I know that you were close with the professor at this point in time, and I think that's very nice. I won't be the one to spoil that."

Now she appeared thoughtful. "We were close. But I'm not sure about now."

"What do you mean? What happened?"

"After Cuba and Erik and Raven's betrayal, Charles spiraled into a deep depression, understandably. He was in a lot of pain, both physical and emotional. I couldn't continue to watch him on that state of utter despair and anguish. And he wasn't listening to me or anyone, and so I left and started wandering aimlessly... And here I am, and now here we are, set to save the future."

"Yeah, here we are..."

With that, they descended into silence once more.

I just had to say shirtless Logan was preening after Deadpool & Wolverine's 'preening slut's tits' ;) And not only that, but the full naked shot from the back too!

Haha anyways, thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed! :)