Well, I know that I have A LOT of stories in the works right now but I just got done watching X-MEN: Origins: Wolverine and this story popped into my head and I had to put write it. I've never written a X-Men story and in truth haven't read any of the comics so my story probably won't please those that are die-hard comic lovers since my knowledge comes from the movies and other stories that I've read. With that said, I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS FROM MARVEL COMICS!

The character *London Roosevelt is a creation of my own. I hope that you enjoy this. Happy reading! -Sevy14

*Charles Xavier is alive and well.

*Also, Wolverine will be called Jimmy and he does remember his past. My vision of Sabertooth is that of Victor Creed, Wolverine's brother from the Origins movie. Hopefully that'll help you with which Sabertooth I'm talking about since the two aren't similar in any way.

Enjoy! -Sevy14

I hadn't thought I'd ever return to this place. That after I'd walked out the big cast iron gate that I wouldn't ever look back. It wasn't that my time at the school was horrid, but it wasn't great. It was a reminder of my horrid childhood, how my mother only kept me because of the money she got from the government, not that I ever saw any of that money. I scoffed, my mother... Shaking my head I tried to clear my brain of such thoughts. Truth is, I love my mother, even now after all she's done, but only because she was my mother and that she did not kill me. The green grounds reminded me of when I came to the school so many years ago, that spring day still fresh in my mind as is the bitter taste that I had. My mother didn't pay a cent for me to attend the school, Professor X had taken care of anything, I remember hating him because of that charity. I was a burden here just as I was at my mothers. Just another charity case. It's been years since then though. I'm thirty-two now, fourteen years since I've left and now I call the Professor, Charles and I'm happy for the friendship and guidance he's continued to give me. The abundance of hand-written letters sitting safely in my safety-deposit box at the bank, proof of that.

"Lost in your thoughts again London?"

Startled I jump. Looking down I see Charles at the large front doors of the school, smiling as he observed me. "Professor, you startled me." His smile widens. "Yes, lost in my thoughts." I walked over to him, my mind no longer wandering its past. "You know," I say as I stop just in front of him, "I never thought I'd be back here."

A nod, "Yes, yes I know... But I'm glad you've come. Thank you." He turns and his chair seems to glide across the floor towards his office. I follow, gulping back my memories that seemed to hit me like a tornado, hard and fast: unyielding.

"So-"

"Just wait my dear, all will be revealed soon." He says.

We've almost reached his office. The chairs outside his door hold so many memories. How many times had I sat outside his office waiting to see him, just to talk.

"Too many times, my dear. Too many times."

"What?" I say as I enter his office behind him.

"You sat there too many times for one such as studious as you." That small smile playing on the corner of his lips again, his eyes glistening with the knowledge that only one such as him could possess.

I nod, swallow, and take the chair across from his desk. "Yes well, the others here never really understood me. It was hard being an outcast among outcasts." I pause and then smile, "But you knew that already and I doubt that's why you've asked me to come."

A chuckle, "Yes I did." His face turned grave, the smile falling into a frown. He sat silent, looking weary and my heart went out to him and the burdens he carries. The responsibilities he takes on because nobody else will.

"Professor-" I start,

"Professor? I thought we'd past that stage in our relationship, my dear."

A nod and a slight musing of embarrassment flashes through me, "Well-I, it's hard not to call you Professor here, Charles. Just habit I suppose." He nods and gestures me to continue. "You called me here about the recent mutant attacks didn't you?"

The far away look focuses and he nods, "I did, yes."

Exhaling the breath rises rushing over my nose. I lean back into the chair, "What purpose could I serve to help your cause, I am not one of your X-Men. I do not wish to become one, you know this."

"No, no, no, I know my dear, a mission. One of the upmost importance, one that I hope that you will accept. Not for the sake of the X-Men but for that of your kind, one that might help you to ease the pain of your childhood."

Pursing my lips I look at him folding my arms, "I will not speak about that time with others."

"You won't have to, it isn't a vocal mission. In fact, the less you people know about the better." He said and looked at me calmly, as though he was sizing me up a bit. "Your gift is unique. While it is true that mutations are unique in general the fact that your abilities are so vast and mostly undocumented," smiling, "is an asset that could be used in this mission. Abilities that would make the one doing the "heavy-lifintg" so to speak easier to handle, easier to bear through its duration." He paused and turned his chair to look out the window. The silence grew, "I had hoped it wouldn't come to this, that I wouldn't have to ask you-to put you in this situation, but I find I have no other choice but to ask and the choice is yours to contemplate and ultimately decide."

I stood. "Please, do not tell me the specifics, but the basics."

He did not turn from the window, but nodded. "A sham. This mission is an act. A role one would take on for a play-the greatest of roles one has had to play in this pointless war between man and mutant. You would be a married, have a baby, we have one already in place, living in a remote location with just your husband as company. Once a month, never at the same time, your brother-in-law will come to visit, he may come more than once a month and may bring someone with him. Your only job in this mission is to be a wife and mother, nothing else. I shall not tell you more. You may take a few days to think it over, your room is prepared and your things from home have been moved here."

I look sharply at him, curious as to why.

"Safety reasons, that and I didn't want anything to happen to your possessions should you decide to do this. Your letters too, have been put into the safe. I've taken all precautions."

I only nod. "Thank you!" I turn and begin to leave, "I think I will stay in my room until tomorrow. Thank you for providing a place for me to stay."

Looking at me, "Of course London, you are always welcome here."

I chuckle, "Yes, yes I know. Good day Charles."

"London." Minutes pass and the door to Charles' office opens.

Gruffly, "So, will she do it?"

Quietly, "We shall see Wolverine, it is her choice."

"Why does she-"

"She gets to choose because that is her right, just as it is your right to choose to be a part of the X-Men or not, to be a part of this school, it is your choice. Nobody holds you here, just as nobody will force her hand." He says this looking pointedly at the other man. "Do not approach her. She will rebel and does not like speaking to those she doesn't know."

"I won't say anything."

"I'm serious, not a word. Steer clear form her."

"I got it!"

Out in the hallway the school bell rings. "It's time for your class, try not to let your emotions run wild today."

"Of course not." was the only response thrown back at the Professor as a disgruntled Wolverine stalked out of the office.

Well, I hope you like the first chapter. As stated I have many other stories going on at the moment that I'm attempting to get going so I hope to update this soon. It may come sooner than those because it's freshest in my mind due to watching the movie. But please, let me know what you think of this story as I am sailing in uncharted territory. Have a wonderful evening and happy reading. -Sevy14