AN: This is a rewrite and update to a story I abandoned almost 15 years ago. Recently acquiring a lot more free time, I decided to take some of my old writing and, hopefully, improve it now that I'm not a dumb 16 year old. Especially with a series I love so dearly, and some of the best versions of my favorite comic book characters. Especially the voice talent, as each new character will have a V.A. planned for them. Yes, there will be plenty of new characters planned, because unlike 15 years ago, this story actually has a plan. Hopefully you enjoy.

Chapter 1: Escaped/Awakened

'Get away, get far away from that place' were the only thoughts going through the mind of a young man as he sprinted through the woods of the Adirondack Mountains. Wind and snow biting at his bare feet and torso, his short cropped hair seeming to offer little assistance, but it seemed as if he was unaffected as he kept his pace, darting between thick forest and leaping over obstacles hidden in the underbrush. He knew they were following him, even if he couldn't hear them, couldn't smell them, he just knew, even after a full day of running. Seeming to explode out of the tree line, the young man found a sign that read 'Bayville 5 mi.' that was his destination, it was his closest way out. Taking off at a break-neck pace down the asphalt of the highway, hopefully to put an end to any trail that could have been left behind, and leave the horror of where he woke up behind. Before long the sight of a small city was revealed, and the young man slunk into the shadows doing everything he could to disappear.

As he made his way through the ally ways and back streets the discovery of a church mission, particularly its clothing donation box, gifted him a pair of black combat boots and a long wool coat. Now if he left tracks at least they'll be a distinct enough difference to possibly throw them off his trail. Once freshly clothed the young man sniffed the air, trying to lock on to a new direction, when a very particular scent hit his nostrils. Eyes widened and nostrils flared as the smell cut through the cacophony of human scent, a delicate and earthy scent of iris, but more than that it was more than just human; much like his own. Following the trail took him out of the city center and leading him down a road for at least a couple of miles, watching as the scenery shifted into heavy greenery, eventually making it to the outskirts of the town. There he found his reward, a large mansion, and the end of the scents trail, as he caught even more just as superhuman scents. As many as there were, there was no way it was enough to fill up a building of that size. His senses were going crazy as he climbed over the gate, despite these people seemingly being like himself some little alarm in the boys brain kept telling him to stay on his guard. Pushing his tired frame through the snow of the driveway to the front door he knocked, and knocked, and knocked, until after the fifth the door was opened and revealed an older gentleman in a wheelchair and a beautiful woman with white hair. Mustering all the energy he could, the young man began to speak.

"I could use some help." With that, there was only blackness in his thoughts. Eventually the blackness gave way to flashes, some still framed like a picture, while others played out like a movie from his own perspective. Some looked like the flashes of an ideal life: sitting next to a lake, a beautiful Japanese woman, showing him how to fold origami, how to trim the flowers and the bonsai, sitting at the dinner table with hot bowls of ramen. An older Japanese man, walking him through martial arts forms, reading stories of gods and samurai, and telling him he'll be a great warrior. Others however, felt like they came from a different life altogether: a man held down with his throat slit, a huddled group of what seemed to be teenagers trembling with fear, a lab, a tank, a machine, and finally figures with faces he can't quite make out before white hot pain through his skull, and instead of blackness, a bright white light. And just like that, he felt back to awareness, feeling set in his body.

"So Hank, how is the boy?" He could hear a calm soothing voice ask. He liked this voice it calmed him, made him feel safe. He could feel himself lying down on what felt like an observation table, that he didn't like so much. Feeling fingers twitching and hair standing on end, he took a quiet but deep breath through his nose. The lack of any smell of blood or heightened adrenaline along with the calming voice instantly relaxing the tension that had shot through his body. Instead choosing to feign sleep, hopefully to figure out more about where he is. "I'm worried, the young man barely had the energy to speak before he collapsed. It's below freezing out there and all he had on him was a pair of pants hardly warm enough, a pair of boots and a coat that clearly didn't start the journey with him, and those dog tags."

"He'll be fine Ororo, he's already as good as new, at least physically speaking." Yet another voice that sounded wonderful to his ears, it sounded earnest and sincere.

"Hank, the boy was out there for who knows how long! He's a mutant, not immortal." These two voices belonged with the memories of the woman and the man from his dreams, they sounded like those idyllic moments felt.

"I'm telling you Ororo, every vital, every function is working perfectly. Honestly, it's working even more than perfectly. He's a truly extraordinary case of a physical specimen, even more so than Logan." Who was this Logan he wondered, and could that man do what he could. "When I took his blood sample once I removed the needle it healed, just Like Logan. When we analyzed that sample it was astonishing." The young man was intrigued now, he knew he had gifts but was unfamiliar with the finer details. Honestly, his whole brain felt like a fog. Knowing things, but unsure of how, access to information, but not clue where it came from. "The regeneration in his blood cells are unbelievable, the sample still hasn't dried or coagulated. Nine hours later and it's like I took it out 5 minutes ago, and once his X-gene was fully analyzed Charles and I discovered his healing factor seems to work at around 2.5 times the speed and efficiency of Logan's, as well as animal like senses. The most surprising part though, he seems to have the capacity to affect pheromones in some way." It took all the young man's concentration to not sit up in shock, how was it possible to remember having superhuman abilities but not know all of what they were. "The scan was even more interesting, the boy's bone density is off the charts. It's just as dense as vibranium, only a few degrees below our beloved Wolverines own adamantium skeleton, complete with retractable bone blades in his arms. Now I'm just going to give him an IV to wake him up smoothly and put a little pep in his step.."

The young man's false slumber didn't last any longer, as soon as the needle made contact with his skin he was at attention and crouching like an animal. In front of his eyes was the woman from last night and, well, a huge fuzzy blue man. No matter how kind or comforting the voices of these two had been his brain was screaming at him to not let a needle touch him, to not be an experiment. Deciding to bare his fangs, the blades made from his bones were released. The two outer blades a few inches below the wrist as the shorter inner two from his wrist just below the thumb curled around his fists. After the briefest moment of staring them down he snarled as he leapt from the table with a growl, grabbing a nearby shirt and ran out of the strange lab he had woken up in.

The young man panted in stress and anxiety as he exited the strange lab, retracting the blades back into his arms before throwing the t-shirt on as he searched the floor for an exit. 'Where are you going Jason?' What was that voice, he wondered, and how did it know his name when he couldn't remember it himself? Shaking himself out of the stupor the strange voice had put Jason in, he made his way down the smooth, cool metal hallway as he came to an elevator. 'Come this way.' The unknown voice spoke in his head once again, and not knowing why Jason followed, like he was in a strange daze, the need to follow this voice overpowering his senses screaming to be on guard. With the elevator opening, it felt like he glided in and pushed button for the ground floor. With the closing of the doors, that strange haze left once more and Jason was snapped back to hyper awareness as the elevator took him to an unknown destination. As it began to slow to a stop every muscle was twitching, the enclosed space beginning to feel oppressive, like a tank, like a cage. The moment the doors began to split apart Jason had moved to slip between them, finding himself in the foyer he'd seen ever so briefly before passing out. Keeping close to the wall and slinking as quietly as possible down the nearest hallway before being met with a warning. 'Not that way.' As quickly as the voice spoke it was gone again, instead movement drew Jason's eye, as rounding a corner and down the same hall he was attempting to sneak through was the sight of a tall brunette man and shorter, pale girl particularly distinguished by her black hair except for bangs white as snow. As the two noticed the crouching young mutant the man gave a lazy salute.

"You finally awake, eh mon ami?" The acknowledgement of his presence snapped the tension of Jason's body from the voices last statement. Immediately twisting the other way, running full clip out of the hall and through the foyer down the opposite hallway, and quickly running out of space to go was met with the tall windows and open space of a parlor and a set of large wooden double-doors. 'Right here, come inside young man.' Jason found himself moving to stand in front of the ornate double-doors, letting his instincts have some relief he still steeled himself; ready to defend himself. Taking a deep calming breath Jason grabbed the handle with his left, releasing the blades of his right arm, and flung open the doors taking his first step inside. The sight that greeted him left the tense mutant a bit abashed.

"Good morning Jason, I'm Professor Charles Xavier, would you like some breakfast?" A long table full of people all staring at him and with platters of food, this was not what Jason had expected, and scanned the room. At the head of the table was the man from last night giving him a warm and welcoming smile, to his right were a young man with ruby sunglasses with his arm around a beautiful young redhead, both with the older man's same smile on their faces. Then there were a long string of younger looking teens giving him warry glances but welcoming smiles. To his left was a gruff looking older man, at first glance he looked like he was giving no smile but Jason could see a small grin even if his eyes looked like they could cut through solid steel. Next to him was another blue person but this one was, well, he was just plain goofy, his huge grin and enthusiastic wave brought a small smirk to Jason's own face. Yet it was the last person at the table that his eyes lingered on the longest, she looked about his age or a little bit younger with her long brown hair tied in a ponytail and bangs that framed her angelic face. Then the scent from the previous night ran him over like a truck, it was her, that perfect scent that led him here.

"Yeah, I-I could eat." The lack of confidence in his voice made Jason wish he could just sink into the floor as he took a few steps towards the seat next to the angel that smelled like lilac. His self-deprecating, as well as his movement was halted by a gruff clearing of the throat by the man to the right of the professor.

"You gonna put those blades away kid?" Eyes snapping up from the floor met the curious look of the older man before they flitted to his arm. "We tend to keep the internal cutlery put away at the table." Following the man's voice was the sound of a metallic sliding, Jason's eyes leaving his own blades before shooting open in shock at the man's three metal claws coming from his hands. This must be the Logan he'd heard about earlier. Suddenly feeling very aware of just how many eyes were on him, it felt claustrophobic, feeling pinned under the gaze of all at the table.

"Yeah, of course." Jason said, his voice barely over a whisper as he retracted his blades, watching Logan do the same. Feeling frozen in place, feeling the walls of all the eyes at the table closing in, Jason felt like he was slipping into fight or flight again.

"It's alright kid, relax, I know a thing or two about waking up disoriented and confused." Allowing Logan's words to wash over him, Jason felt his muscles release and it felt like a ton of bricks had been lifted off of him. Moving once more, he took the seat next to the beautiful girl, letting his eyes rest on her for a few moments longer, before grabbing a plate and some food. Noticing movement near the door he saw the two people from the hallway earlier walk through, both with an eyebrow quirked up at the newest addition to the table.

"I believe you've already met Rogue and Remy." Professor Xavier spoke in a light and jesting tone, all the while never looking up from his plate. "Forgive the ominous message, I can assure you that they're quite friendly." Making their way to the seats to Jason's left in step with one another, the woman with a calm confidence while the man had a certain swagger to his steps as he all but flopped into the seat next to Jason as he clasped a hand on his shoulder.

"You know mon ami, it's pretty rude not to even say hello to my chérie and I." The smirk clear in his voice. A light slap to his shoulder from the girls gloved hand kept him from continuing however.

"Be nice Remy, seems like the guys had a rough morning. Let him get a cup of coffee in him at least before he needs to deal with you chéri." The edge to the girls last word and the slant of her lips brought the wolf-like smirk back to the face of the young man, along with a little playfulness.

"No no, he's right. My bad, but you know strange place, strange people, forgive a guy for acting a little strange himself." He joked, keeping his tone blasé as he bit into some toast and bacon. "Unfamiliar places tend to make wild animals a little skittish, you know?" Jason posed the question to Remy to his left, eyes teasing and his smirk fully in place. The other man's eyes opened with mild surprise, before closing as he let out a bellowing laugh, the rest of the table seeming to exhale in ease at the sound as they laughed as well.

"Oh I'm gonna like you mon ami. You got a bit of a kick to you, eh homme-loup?" The question coming between laughs from the easygoing Cajun.

"Oui, le buffon." The wilder young man replied, the smirk on his face only widening. Just as he was settling back in for more food two more people came through the doors, the two from the lab: Ororo and Hank, Jason remembered. He shot them an apologetic glance, and in return he received a nod and a smile from both of them as they took their own seats. Feeling a tap on his right shoulder, Jason turned to see the outstretched hand of the lilac girl, and a breathtaking smile on her face.

"Hey I'm Kitty it's really nice to meet you." As soon as he took her hand in his to shake, it felt like a lightning bolt shot up his arm. Jason knew he was shaking her hand too long, he knew he needed to say something, but his brain and all his senses seemed to blue-screen just from the feeling of her hand. 'Say something damn it, don't make it weird again.' And with that one thought, he pushed an elegant response from his throat.

"Y-yeah, you too. I'm, uh, Jason." Shakespeare it was not, but his response only made Kittys smile bigger and brighter. He thought that smile was even more beautiful than the woman from his dreams, and he could feel his own features soften under its power. Next thing Jason knew, the younger blue man reached over Kitty, extending his own hand.

"How's it going man, names Kurt, it's nice to see you relax a little. When you busted through the door looking so tense with blades out of your arm I was worried we had another Logan in the house." A low growl from the aforementioned man, along with a tight grip of his hand from Jason, had Kurt doing just a little backpedaling, much to the tables amusement. After releasing Kurt with a friendly smile, the new addition to the house made the rounds of shaking hands and doing his best to put names to faces. Scott, Jean, Bobby, Jubilee, Sam, Amara, Rahne, Roberto, Forge, Danielle, Ray, and James; that was going to take a few days to remember considering he was just told his own name today. Jason wasn't sure how he wound up here, but he was grateful after days of running and fear. 'Maybe I'll actually be able to piece together who I am. Where I really come from, and where the hell I got away from.' With that thought he saw the Professor look away towards Logan, but he put that to the back of his mind for the moment instead focusing on finishing his coffee. A tap of his shoulder interrupted both his thoughts and his coffee, looking over at the young woman grabbing his attention.

"Hey, like, let me show you around the mansion." Kitty said, taking his hand and leading Jason away from the table. 'This place definitely isn't half-bad.' The young man thought softly to himself. The two of them halted in place, stopping at the sound of the Professor clearing his throat.

"I appreciate the initiative Kitty, but before you two go about the tour I have a few things for Jason to know." The Professor spoke calmly, welcoming smile still in place. "Firstly, take the day to get settled in, you have a home here as long as you would like one. We'll get you situated with a roommate soon-" Before the old gentleman could even finish Kurt's hand was up and offering his services. Shooting the taller boy a bright smile and a thumbs up, all Jason could do was respond in kind. "Well that worked out rather smoothly." Continued the Professor, a look of fond exasperation on his face. "Secondly, tomorrow bright and early I'd like you to meet Hank and I in the sub-basement lab, and once we're done with tests I'd like you to come to my study. We'll have a chat, and get to work putting your memories back together. Is that alright with you, Jason?" Nodding back confidently to the Professor's request, the two teens were waved on and soon enough Jason felt himself once again at the mercy of Kitty, and he didn't mind that thought at all.

AN: Jason V.O.- Johnny Yong Bosch