Just q quick epilogue to wrap this story up. Enjoy.

The little copper bell on the door to the coffee shop chimed softly as it opened. Logan came through the door with a newspaper tucked under his arm. He looked around for a moment before spotting a free table in the corner. He walked through the small establishment and sat down, putting his newspaper on the table.

"What can I get for you?" A short, blond waitress asked.

"Black coffee." Logan said, "With milk."

The waitress nodded and rushed off to do that. Logan opened his newspaper. He was about to start reading when a sound caught his ear.

"Hey," A teenage girl whispered to her friend at the other end of the shop. "Isn't that..?" She asked but was shushed by her friend.

"Yes!" The friend said sharply, "Now be quiet, he can probably hear you."

They were both mutants, the girls, just like the majority of people these days. The evolution process had sped up and soon humans would be in the minority.

"Oh yeah..." The girl muttered.

Logan didn't react to the girl's interest in him; he was well used to it by this stage. He lightly shook his head and started to read his paper.

He looked on the front page. The bold print of the headlines spoke of good news; "O-zone finally fixed, environmentalists can rest at last". Logan frowned, recognising the headline. He checked the date at the top of the paper. It claimed today was the 24th of June 2213. Logan scowled. He had picked up yesterday's paper by mistake.

"Damn." He muttered to himself as he put the paper down and watched as the waitress delivered his coffee. "I'm an idiot."

Logan took a sip of his coffee and added a sachet of sugar into it. He looked down at the newspaper longingly; reading the papers was the one thing he looked forward to these days. Now that was ruined. He had to admit, as petty as it seemed, he felt a bit glum.

He didn't have much these days apart from current events. Times were slow; there hadn't been any major wars since the war between humans and mutants all those years ago. The war whose name had been turned from The Great War, to World War Three. People seemed a little worn out after that. It was too much effort to fight about anything. It was because of that, Charles Xavier's proclamation on the steps of the court of justice had been easily realised. After that was sorted, Charles had gone back to teaching, having rebuilt Xavier manor and spent the rest of his days there. Storm had gone with him, of course. Later, she ended up marrying the mutant Black Panther and they'd had a few kids; all of which were the image of her. Marie had gone on her own 'soul-searching' trip back then as well, since it was safe to travel around the world again. She ended up in Vietnam working in an orphanage for mutants. Logan had been happy for her.

Fabian Slavko and Charlotte Vulpes had been sent to prison for a reduced sentence of two years and when they were released they over-took Project Wideawake and changed their mutant hating policies to making a multitude of different produce, everything ranging from high tech children's toys to expensive firearms. Noah Carver wasn't convicted of any crime, despite being guilty of more than people knew. Logan had been convinced that it was Noah's fault the evidence against him had been 'corrupted'. But then, Noah Carver had helped them and Logan wasn't going to stop the man being with his family.

Pretty much everything had ended well for everyone. They were all happy and lived well. But that was a long time ago—almost two hundred years. Storm and Xavier, Marie and Noah. They were dead. Everyone they had known in the X-men was dead. The X-men themselves were still around, the group had become popular after the war as a peace-keeping force and thousands of people, both mutant and human, had joined. The same had been said for the UML and the MPC.

Logan still sometimes missed the original people though. It was the first time he had ever had a home when he was with the X-men.

The bell above the door rang again and Logan half-turned in his seat to see Victor Creed march inside with a big entrance and an equally large grin. He strutted over to the counter.

"Gimme a coffee, sweetheart." He commanded as he then turned on his heel and sat down at the table across from Logan.

"Why'd you get yesterdays paper?" He asked as he spotted the headlines.

Logan scowled. "Shut up." He said and took an angry gulp of his coffee.

Victor looked at him for a moment and then shrugged. "Whatever." He said nonchalantly, "Anyway, Happy Peace Day, Jimmy."

Logan nodded. "Yeah, you too." He looked at Victor suspiciously. Victor was excited about something; he was practically bouncing in his chair. Logan wondered why.

His question was soon answered as Victor spoke. "Hey, guess what I found." He said eagerly.

Logan kept a carefully straight face as he answered. "Victor, if you bring home any more scrap metal I'm gonna—"

Victor held up his hands, "Nah, it's nothin' like that," He defended, bringing a bag up onto the table. It was the first time Logan realised Victor was carrying it. "Check it out."

Victor reached into his bag and took out a book, handing it to Logan. Logan took it and turned it around to read the title.

"A history of the 21st century?" He asked with a raised brow.

"Open it." Victor suggested gleefully.

Logan did. He flicked through a few pages and stopped.

"It's all about the Third World War."Victor explained, as if Logan couldn't read the page heading. "Go on, read it." He said as the waitress arrived with his own coffee.

Logan opened the preface and read it.

Perhaps no one would ever know the exact events of the Third World War if not for the mutants alive today that lived through it and parted their knowledge unto me...

Logan stopped reading. He looked up. "Victor, did you talk to this man?"

Victor nodded. "Sure did. He even gave me a special thanks in the acknowledgements. Have a look."

"Maybe later." Logan said but seeing Victor's face drop a little, he sighed and turned the page. "Yep, there it is." He said, unenthused.

Victor was happy again. "Keep reading." He urged.

Logan rolled his eyes and flicked a few pages forward until it got to the main text.

Although official records state that the war started on...

"No," Victor said, "Don't read that, it's boring, go forward"

Logan ignored him.

In actual fact, the war was in the making long before then. Almost a whole decade before the war started, there were whispers of discontent. Many people believed that mutants should be controlled and contained. Professor Charles Xavier and Jean Grey were the two main voices for the mutant's defence, while the majority of Senators and other government officials were against them, the most prominent being...

"Jimmy. Skip. Forward. That crap ain't interestin'." Victor urged.

Logan rolled his eyes, "Fine." He relented, knowing he'd get no peace otherwise, "Where d'you want me to read, then?"

Victor reached over and snatched the book from his hands. He flicked through the pages until he found what he was looking for. "The rest is all just introductions and stuff, this is the real deal." He said as he handed the book back to Logan. Logan grabbed it and looked down at the book that was now on page seventy-three. The top of the page claimed that it was 'Chapter 6 The Warriors of the Mutant Side'.

"This section is what's called "Key personalities", Jimmy. It's my favourite chapter." Victor said. Logan could see why easily enough. All the headings were people's names. It didn't take long for him to find Victor's name. He started to read.

Victor Creed was born in Alberta Canada in the early 1800s. He soon left home with his brother, James Howlett, who later became known as Logan, (see page 74). Together, they fought in the American Civil War(1861-1865), World War I (1914-1918), World War II (1939-1945) and The Vietnam War (1955-1975). They later joined Team-X, an elite military team of mutants led by Colonel Stryker(see page 87) and Creed stayed with the team until 1983 when the group was disbanded. He then joined the group GENISIS and stayed with them for six years until he left and then, a few years later, was involved in the Magneto incident of the early 2000's(see page 28). Little is known about the years after that, but he then appeared again on the scene just as the first troubles came out before the war. He was involved intrinsically in the war, both before and after. For his work around Europe with his brother, the two became known as the "Samaritans" and they received a medal of honour and courage each...

Logan chuckled.

"What?" Victor asked.

"Of all the stuff we've done. All the horrible, awful names we've had, and 'Samaritans' is the one that stuck."

Victor shook his head in exasperation. He groaned. "Yeah I know; he might as well have castrated me then and there."

Logan grinned and started reading again. He skipped a few lines because he wasn't really as interested as he should have been, according to Victor.

He travelled around the world, helping people in a manner that kept up with his namesake. He and his brother travelled for years until they broke apart and Creed returned to America and married Sage, former member of GENISIS and the leader of the Mutant Peace Corps (see page 76).

There was a picture of Victor and Sage on the page. Logan took a few moments to study it. Victor was looking at it too. "I like that picture." He said.

Logan frowned and looked at his brother. Sage was another person who was long dead. Victor and Sage had married and lived happily together for the rest of her life. They had agreed that children would be a bad idea; the world didn't need any more feral mutants wandering around killing things and dealing with anger issues. It was a good, selfless choice, but it left Victor alone. Once again, he only had Logan. He had been in mourning for her for a long time, and in some ways, Logan still thought he was. But two hundred years was a long time and there was only so long Victor would allow himself to wallow.

"You okay?" Logan asked.

Victor nodded. "Fine." He said and then pointed to the book. Clearly Logan was supposed to read more.

Fifty years later, Victor Creed returned to the X-men where he once again worked with Howlett, now the leader of the X-men, in many of the greatest events of the time; The Collapse of the Corporate Empire, the Battle against Hya-Jong and the confrontation at Hyde Pass. This continued for fifty more years before both Creed and Howlett relinquished their positions and travelled around the world. They have continued to do so to this day.

Logan finished reading the article on Victor and put the book down.

"Well, what do you think?" Victor asked excitedly.

"Pretty cool." Logan replied only with half sincerity.

"Yeah, isn't it? We're famous Jimmy, how cool is that? There's a whole section on you too, it ain't as good though." He grinned.

"I'm sure." Logan commented.

"Kids'll be learnin' about us fer years to come. How cool is that?"

Logan nodded, "I must admit, there ain't a lot of people around who can claim to be able to see it with their own two eyes."

Logan was suddenly struck with their longevity. No one knew how long they would live, but it seemed as if it would be another while yet. A few months ago, Logan had been horrified to see he had a single hair that was considerably lighter than the rest. It wasn't grey yet, but it would be soon. He had been distraught until he realised that Victor's beard was starting to show one or two also. With that discovery, Victor had started shaving his beard again.

"Kinda makes you think about how old we are." Logan muttered.

Victor nodded solemnly. "Can't really claim to be one of the kids anymore." He agreed.

"True enough." Logan replied with a chuckle.

A lot of things had changed over the years. They had lost a lot of people; they had witnessed the rise and fall of societies and cultures. They were there when mutants were hunted and there when they became accepted. They were even able to see the long-term effects of such things. It wasn't an easy way to live, but it was damn interesting and all in all, Logan was glad Victor was his brother; it'd be mighty boring without him.

Logan stood up. "I gotta go," He said, "I want to get the papers before the shops close."

Sniggering, Victor stood up too. "Yer such an old man," He said, "Here, I'll come too."

"Now who's the old man?" Logan remarked.

Victor snorted but didn't reply. He was suddenly struck with a thought as they left the coffee shop and walked out onto the streets that were filled with more mutants than humans. "Oh yeah," He said, "I meant to tell ya; there making a movie of us."

Logan raised a brow. "Yer not serious."

"Sure am," Victor nodded, "They're callin, it 'Brothers in Blood'."

Logan would have laughed at the name, if he hadn't thought Victor had some input in it. Instead, he nodded and walked down the street with his brother, a slight smile touching his lips.

So this is it. It's finished! I just want to say a big thank you to everyone who stuck with me through this and stayed until the end, you guys rule! I hope you enjoyed it.