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Author's Note:
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"The Future, a dark and desolate world - a world of war, suffering, loss. Mutants and Humans, who dared to help them, fighting an enemy we cannot defeat - are we destined down this path? Destined to destroy ourselves like so many species before us or can we evolve fast enough to change ourselves; change our fates?
Is the future truly set."

Everything had happened so quickly, they had been there to protect the sanctuary and without much of a warning it had been wiped out with them trapped inside. With everyone remaining sitting 'comfortably' inside the vault, Kitty leaned forward onto her elbows in order to explain to the older generation what they had witnessed, "Whenever the Sentinels attack, Warpath spots then then I send Bishop back to warn us of the attach before it even happens," She explained, "Blink scouts the next site and then we leave before they even know we were there becase we never really were there."

"What do you mean you were never there?" Logan questioned arching his brow at the younger mutants as he crossed his arms across his chest.

Charles turned to the man with the explanation he required, "She projects Bishop back in time a few days to warn the others of the approaching attack."

"So.." Logan pondered, "She sends him back in time?"

"No." Charles corrected, "Just his consciousness into his younger self." He took in the vacant look in Logan's eyes before trying again, "His younger body,"

Having stood quietly and thought about Charles' proposal, Erik took a small step forward and addressed him, "This may just work Charles."

"What might just work?" Kitty questioned looking between the two of them.

"The Sentinel Programme was originally designed by Doctor Bolivar Trask back in the early 1970's, he was one of the World's leading weapons designers but covertly," Charles sighed, "He had begun experimenting on mutants using their gifts to fuel his own research, there was one mutant who had discovered wat he was doing-"

"A mutant with the ability to transform herself into anyone," Erik continued, "Mystique."

"I knew her as Raven, we met when we were children and even grew up together." Charles sighed, "She was like a sister to myself and Da-" He paused stopping himself from diving into a story where they would not understand the finer details. They didn't need to be victim to the story of his lost love. "I tried to help her but I only succeeded in driving them away. She hunted Trask across the world and at the Paris Accords in '73 after the Vietnam war, she found and killed him."

"And it wasn't the last time either," Logan added with a small shrug thinking about the Mystique he had come to know over the last decade. She wasn't exactly all Sunshine and Roses, she was more of the blood and chokeholds.

"Killing Trask did not have the outcome she had expected," Charles explained, "It only persuaded the government of the need of his programme, they captured her that day - tortured her, experimented on her. In her DNA they found the secret to her powers of transformation, it gave them the key they needed to create their weapons and in less than fifty years the machines have destroyed our kind." He sighed, "But it all started that day in 1972 when she killed him - the day she truly became Mystique."

"You want to go back there." Kitty stated.

"If I can go back there and stop the assassination, keep her out of their hands." Charles explained, "-then we can stop the Sentinels from ever being created."

"-end the war before it ever begins." Erik added,

"Uh.. I can send someone back a couple of weeks," Kitty replied weakly, "Maybe a month." She stammered, "-but the mind can only stretch so far before it snaps, it would rip you apart. I'm sorry but no one could survive that trip."

"What if someone's mind had a way of snapping back?" Logan asked, "What if someone can heal as fast as they're being ripped apart?"

With Logan's suggestion set into their minds, everyone went to work to quickly seal off the vault to the outside world entirely with only Charles, Erik, Bobby, Kitty and Logan left inside with everyone else watching out for the Sentinel ships. Logan shoved the wooden bar down to lock the door before approaching the stone bench. "So I wake up in my younger body God knows where and then what?"

"You'll need to go to my house and find me," Charles explained, "Convince me of all of this,"

"Won't you be able to read my mind," Logan questioned.

"I didn't have my powers in 1973.." Charles replied hesitantly as Logan raised his brow at him, "Logan, you're going to have to do for me what I once did for you - Lead me, guide me." He sighed, "I was a very different man back then, you will have to be patient with me."

"You'll need me as well," Erik spoke up from the corner. Logan looked over to him with his teeth grit, Charles was one thing but him? "After Mystique left Charles, she came with me and I sent her down a dangerous path, a darker path. It's going to take the two of us, side by side at a time where we couldn't be further apart." He sighed, "You're going to need to find Daniella Ford as well."

"Professor," Logan asked looking up at the man, who visibly seemed to be in pain. "Who is she?"

"Daniella." He sighed, "She is not in this world anymore Logan." He turned to Erik. "Leave her out of this."

"You know better than anyone Charles that if he finds her first and brings her with him that you'll beleive anything that she has to say," Erik replied.

"Great" Logan drawled looking over at Erik with distaste, "So where do I find you? Or this Ford woman?"

"Well, it's complicated…" Erik replied.

"Basically, your body will go to sleep while your mind travels back in time as long as you're back there, past and present will continue to coexist but once you wake up whatever you've done will take hold and become history." Kitty explained as she let Logan ready himself on the bench,"For the rest of us it'll be the only history that we know, it'll be like the last fifty years never happened, in this world, in this war. The only person who will remember it is you." She sighed positioning her hands at the side of his head, "All right, Logan, I need to you clear head and to stay as calm as possible."

"What?" Logan questioned, "What do you mean?"

"If your mind gets rocky, it will be harder for me to hold you and you could start to slip between past and future" She explained.

"What if I need to get a little rocky?" Logan asked looking up at Kitty.

"Think peaceful thoughts.." She suggested with a small shrug.

"Peaceful thoughts…"He commented trying to think of something relatively peaceful. He looked back up at her, "Do you have any good news?"

"Well.." She hummed, "You don't really age so you'll pretty much look the same"

"You won't have much time in the past," Bobby added, "The Sentinels will find us," He frowned at Logan, "They always do,"

"And this time, we won't be able to run," Kitty concluded, "We'll have no escape so really this is our last chance"

"You really think this will work?" Erik questioned looking at Charles who still seemed tense from the mention of Logan trying to find Daniella, the way he remembered her - and he remembered her well - when she 'left' she didn't want to be found.

"I have faith in him.." Charles replied.

"It's not him I'm worried about-" Erik explained, "It's us, we were young, we didn't know any better."

"We will now.." Charles replied.

"See you all soon.." Logan groaned slightly taking one last look at the present he was leaving behind. The present without Jean. He nodded to himself letting his muscles relax as Kitty put her hands on either side of his head.

"This might sting a little.." Kitty warned leaning back a little as if to brace herself even just a little bit as Logan yelled out.

1969

Daniella stood in the middle of the mansion kitchen, a cup of coffee in her hand resting against her hip as Hank sat in front of her at the table with his own cup in his hands. The clanking and cluttering from upstairs seemed to have ceased echoing through the mansion for what seemed like hours, now that Charles had grown bored of trying to find another bottle of Scotch. She sighed, "He's not getting any better is he Hank?" She asked.

"I don't think so.." He sighed watching as she fiddled with her engagement ring, "I mean I don't think it's tha-"

She cut him off with a small giggle, "I'm not taking it off Hank, it's just a bit tight."

"Shit!" Charles yelped from upstairs causing them both to jump as a smash was heard from upstairs an equal clutter was heard from the kitchen as Daniella's cup hit the floor, coffee splashing off of the clean tiles to burn her feet causing her to yelp and throw herself up onto the counter.

"Are you okay?" Hank asked quickly hopping up from the table to grab a rag from the counter beside her to wipe up the coffee from the floor as she pitifully wiped the coffee from her burning skin. "Dan?" He questioned, "Do you need some help?"

"No." She muttered as she hopped down from the counter ignoring the sudden limp from landing awkwardly as she rushed up the stairs to check on Charles.

When she was out of sight, Hank leaned back agaisnt the counter shaking his head slightly, seeing the damp brown footprints leading out of the kitchen. The man was going to drive that poor woman to the breaking point, if she wasn't already there.

"Are you alright?" Daniella asked with a sigh as she leaned against the door frame that led into the mess that used to be the room they shared together, but now she slept across the hall in her old bedroom. Charles was leaning against the wall staring out the window. "Charles?" He looked over to her as if he didn't hear her the first time, truth being he was embarassed whenever she seen him. He was a mess. "You alright love?"

"When was the last time I told you how beautiful you really were?" Charles suddenly asked taking her in. Even though she was only wearing a pair of jeans rolled up at the ankles and a baggy old jumper that belonged to him, he still thought she was breathtaking. She laughed ruffling her now shoulder length hair out of her face.

"Probably a month ago," She told him stepping into the room caefuly not to step on anything broken, "What happened love? What did you break?"

"I didn't break anything Dee, I just dropped the books from beside the window that's all.." He told her. Daniella was impressed, for someone who had been drinking all day - he was incredibly literate. Although, she wondered if it was all just an act. "You look beautiful love," She nodded as if to thank him, "Don't you believe me," She shrugged as he stumbled to kneel down in front of her, resting his chin on her legs as she watched him curiously. "Is it because I've been drinking that you don't believe me?" She just hummed as he propped himself up a little so he was level enough to brush her hair away from her neck, "You're still beautiful whether I am drunk or not Mrs Xavier." He whispered before kissing her exposed neck, she bit back the urge to scoff at that - his ring was lying on the bedside table never worn.

"No." She suddenly snapped pushing him away from her causing him to fall back down onto his knees. She was sick of it, sick of playing happy families living like his mistress, "I can't do this anymore." She told him looking down at her knees as Charles stared at her. His own heart breaking as he saw the tears roll down her cheeks.

"Wha-"He stammered pushing himself back up slightly, "What do you mean you can't do this anymore?" He asked, "Do what?"

She shook her head as if she was arguing with herself and in that moment, he wished he'd never given up his powers as he watched the woman he loved fall to pieces in front of him. "I can't keep living like we're a happy family Charles - we're not - not after Raven left." He sighed as she stood up from the bed careful not to nudge him as she rested her hand on his shoulder, "Charles I need to leave."

"You don't need to leave," He told her kissing her hand gently only to have her pull it away as if his kiss had burned her. "Danny, where are you going to go huh?" He suddenly got angrier, "This is your home!" She flinched away slightly, she knew he would never ever hurt her but he was drunk and stronger than her.

"Anna lives only twenty minutes away," She reminded him of her friend from when she used to live overseas. Charles grasped her shoulders tightly. "Charles," She sighed, "I'm sorry," His grip tightened, "Charles I can't.."

He let her go and she stood and watched him as he threw a bottle of Scotch hurtling into the wall, he looked at her in disgust, "You know what Daniella?" He spat her name, "Leave. Right now!" He barked, "I don't need you!" She bit her lip. "I don't need you here to tell me what to do! I am a grown man for Christ's sake!" She didn't know what to do so she continued to stand there and take it, "You're just a useless woman!"

"Daniella.." Hank spoke up from the door, the anger at Charles' words having caused the man to revert back to his beast like state. She just looked over at him as if her heart had been ripped out and burned in front of her. "I will escort you to Anna's as soon as you have all of your belongings that you want to take."

Charles didn't even bat an eyelid as she turned away and followed Hank out of the room, with a quiet 'Goodbye' hanging in the air as she disappeared.

1973

Logan opened his eyes slowly, taking a few moments to actually take in the room. It was an old rustic looking apartment with the slated wood blinds allowing the sun to slip into the room as the lava-lamp bubbled away at the side of the bed with Roberta Flack playing on the radio. Noticing the hand draped over his shoulder, he removed the brunette's arm from over him before pushing himself up from the water bed with a grunt. Why did it always have to be the goddamn water beds? He sighed pulling on his jeans as he moved the blinds out of his way to stare out of the window. His jaw dropped slightly as he took in the view that faced him. Kitty had done it. He was actually standing in 1973. "Holy shit.." He rasped out, "It worked."

The door suddenly burst open revealing three men standing in three-piece suits, who wasted no time barging into the room with their hands tucked into their pants. The woman in the bed moved quickly to pull the sheet up to cover her chest as Logan just stared at them, "Hey, what's going on?"

"Gwen, get dressed." The portly man in the middle ordered the brunette as she moved to find her clothes that were strewn over the room from the night before. "Hey ... I don't know whats going on here."

"You're supposed to be watching the boss' daughter not screwing her!" He argued back.

"Well, I didn't sleep with her," Logan replied just as Gwen turned to look at him as well as the three men who apparently belonged to her father.

"No?" He questioned in disbelief.

"No," Logan replied, "I mean, yes, I slept with her - but many times."

"Jimmy!" Gwen exclaimed embarrassed causing Logan to smirk. He was beginning to remember what was going on in that moment much more clearly than he did when he woke up - even the part about the fake name.

"That wasn't me," He continued, "That was the old me," He held his hands up with a small shrug realising just how stupid that actually sounded. "I mean I just got here like twenty seconds ago"

"Really?" The man asked with a scoff. "Then what happened to your clothes?"

"My-oh," Logan stated looking down at his bare chest. He looked back up with his eyebrow raised, "Would you believe me if I told you I was from the future?"

"Ha," He chuckled before turning to Gwen, "Get out of here sweetheart," He instructed just as she ran from the room clutching her clothes to her under-skirt, "We're gonna take care of this comedian,"

"Um.. No you're not," Logan replied with an amused smirk as he shook his head, "You're gonna give me the keys to your car and some money for gas -" He laughed, "Oh and a phone book," He fixed his belt, "Or you're gonna wake up in the hospital," He rolled his shoulder slightly, "Trust me I know how these things play out,"

"What-" He asked with an equally amused expression, "'Cause you're from the future?"

"No" Logan replied, "Because of these.." He held up his fists with a smirk as his claws jutted out from between his knuckles, although instead of the metal he remembered from the future, they were bone. He frowned. "Shit."

"What the hell?" The men grunted as they struggled to pull their guns from their holsters, having took one last look at the man in front of them, they simultaneously began firing at him, however they slowly
watched in horror as the bullets penetrated his body in numerous places, however Logan didn't stumble or fall, he just let out the occasional grunt as the bullets began to fall out of his body bouncing against the carpet.

- Line break -

Logan sat in a diner, that he had found just off the corner from the apartment block, with a cup of poorly brewed coffee in one hand as he swiped through the different pages of the phone book trying to find this Ford woman's address or even her number with a pen balanced between his teeth. He desperately wanted to know who this woman was. He remembered the reaction that Charles had when she was mentioned, either she was a bitch or she meant something to him.

"Can I getcha anythin' else sugar?" The waitress asked, the pot of coffee balancing against her hip as she popped her gum waiting for a response.

Daniella Fille

Daniella Florez

"No." He replied bluntly, dropping the pen down onto the book, not even lifting his eyes from the phone book to look at the waitress who's red-lipstick stained lips formed into a firm straight line, he quickly looked up at her with a shrug before going back to the book. "Thanks?"

Daniella Foran

Daniella Ford-Xavier

Logan near enough spit his coffee when his finger stopped at her name. Xavier was married? Had a daughter? Maybe a sister? He quickly ripped the page from the book before standing up leaving the unfinished coffee and the now torn book on the diner table.