Crash of Worlds

01

(A/N: This is likely to be just a few chapters, a short story even, watch this space. I had full intention of this being a one-shot, it didn't happen, I give you a chance to gloat - you know who you are! xD)

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"May I stand unshaken. Amidst, amidst a crash of worlds"

- Crash of Worlds, Rocco DeLuca.

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When the suggestion first came about, going back in time seemed like such an impossibility, to leave that future behind and wake up in a completely different era, where things were a hell of a lot simpler was a juxtaposition to say the least. That wasn't to say Logan disbelieved how strong Kitty had become, but they weren't talking about sending him to last month, they were sending him to the 1970s!

His eyes slowly opened, the ceiling above him was not like that one he had left behind, that one was rough concrete that was collapsing underneath its own weight, how the building himself and the small group of mutant survivors hadn't been crushed under the building they were housed in before the Sentinels got to them was a miracle. If miracles existed. Logan had long since given up on such things, his life had been full of ups and downs, turmoil and hardships that would surely make anyone else break and buckle, anything that now got thrown into his path he just faced it with steadfast stubborn determination. It was, of course, even easier if he could cut through the problem and move on.

His mind was slowly easing into this situation now, the more he became aware, the more he realised that he wasn't alone in this bed. He slowly turned his head to the side; he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow slowly at the form of the naked woman beside him. Not entirely the worst wakeup call ever, but Logan's mind was still reeling and he couldn't wholly remember who she was. Or where exactly in his long life he was. That was something that would surely catch him out more times now than ever before.

He slowly went to move and looked wide-eyed at the door bursting open. There wasn't much of a verbal exchange, though Logan did try to explain that he wasn't the same person he was previously. Even to himself it sounded like madness. If he couldn't explain time travel, in as simple terms as he understood, to a bunch of gun totting criminals, then what hopes did he have for Charles?

Of course, the men before him didn't believe a word he said, the woman made a run for it and before five minutes had passed, bullets were already sailing in the air. Logan just shuffled back a step or two when he didn't even make to dodge, he looked at the bullet holes on his chest and frowned. Being able to rapidly heal solved that issue, whipping his arms to the sides, he looked down at his hands with a look that was somewhat bewildered.

"Right," he said slowly, he had become so accustomed to the shiny metal of his claws, that seeing the natural bone ones protruding from his skin just caught him off guard. Another bullet bit into his skin and he just grimaced, the men could see that whatever they shot at him, he was just healing from, so they just continued going for it, hoping for the best.

Logan tilted his head; it would take a lot more than them to put him down. He dashed forwards with an exclaim and took to dealing with them. After all was said and done, he sat healing in a chair with a pensive look. This so far was clearly going so well. Looking about the carnage of the room he found his clothes and dressed before leaving the room and building. He had a school and a professor to hunt out.

The time was different, everything was different, but Logan remembered the drive to the school well enough, that hadn't changed. He couldn't help but dwell on everything, he didn't think he'd ever be their last hope in survival, the future which he came from was riddled with death, destruction; there was no good, nothing hardly grew and the sun was always bleakly shining each and every day. People had turned bad, worse than they ever had done and the Sentinels had done a rather brilliant job at hunting out mutants, mutant helpers, and anyone who could have the mutant gene and pass it on.