White Noise /// Wolverine

I /// Familiar People, Familiar Places, Familiar Ends

 Your eyes opened with fear etching through you. With a gasp you shoot upward. Eyeing your surroundings. They were stark and sterile. It seemed like you were at some sort of hospital.

You stood, removing the wires and needles from your body. Fear falling over you at the sight of the sharp metal. You yank any chords from your body as fast as possible. You find a set of clothes folded carefully atop a metal table.

Your head spins as you place a leather jacket over your shoulders. Recalling a jacket similar to it and a blurry smiling face. You also remember a motorcycle, one that somehow you knew you owned.

You stumble out of the room, and into a stark hallway. Lit with bright white lights but all seeming to have a tinge of blue. You approach the sounds of fighting cautiously, only to find that there are mutants fighting against some sort of robot.

One of them sees you and shouts something out. The fighting ceases and the lights go up, a gruff man spots you, and everyone in the arena freezes as they look at you. He walks towards you, something in your mind recognizes him, and another shooting pain rushes through your head. You remember a bar, and a few fights and drinks you'd had with him. What was his name? You could remember his claws, his laugh. You could even remember his voice and how he spoke. But the name?

"You're awake."

"Yeah. Do... Do I know you?"

He nods, calling back to his students to tell them class is dismissed.

"I didn't think you'd remember anything."

"I remember getting drinks with you, we fought in bar brawls together... I- I don't remember your name."

"Logan." He states, someone comes running down the hallway and looks at you bewildered before turning to Logan.

"The professor needs you."

Logan turns to you, beckoning for you to follow him. At a hurried pace you enter an elevator and sprint through a mansion-like space, though the children studying there would say it was not just a home, but a school. It seemed familiar. Too familiar.

You both enter a drawing room of sorts, to find there are multiple other mutants within the confines of the small room, a woman with lightning white hair eyes you. Before turning to a mutant, blue and with a lion-like mane. His teeth are sharp and his eyes are a furious shade of orange.

"Who's this?" Logan interrogates, crossing his arms over his chest. A young girl with two light blonde streaks through her dark hair looks between you and your companion, a slight hint of confusion in her features.

"Hank McCoy. Secretary of Mutant affairs." He extends his hand to Logan, who doesn't make any effort to move and accept the gesture from where he stands leaning against the wall.

"Now that you all are here, there has been a development. A mutant cure."

"A cure?" The pale girl says, wide eyed with curiosity and what seems like hope.

"It will be amassed worldwide."

A bald man in a wheelchair seems greatly disturbed by this idea, his soft eyes darkening and his smile falling from his features. You knew him too, didn't you?

"Hank, you can't have seriously let them follow through with this." The woman with the stormy eyes begs. Unlike her younger companion, her eyes had widened in fear.

"They refused to even run the paperwork by me. I believe it crucial that I let you know."

"But there is a cure?" The younger girl asks, Logan's eyes dart towards her and watch her. His features darkening.

"It's not a cure." the older woman says, putting a gloved arm around the girl. "Because there is nothing wrong with us."

After confirmations and goodbyes regarding the cure, all eyes turn to you.

"Y/n." The man in a clean cut suit says, gliding over to you. "It's hard to believe it's been all these years since I've seen you."

"I- I'm sorry, I don't remember you."

"I've been told you can't remember anything." He gives you a soft smile. "I am professor Charles Xavier. This is my school for mutants."

"It's... nice to meet you. I'm Y/n."

"I see you know Logan, but this is Storm," The woman with the lightning white hair nods at you. "and Rogue." The pale girl with the intense eyes and large gloves waves at you.

"I believe we can help you, Y/n."

"Help me?"

"Help you control your powers, help you live a fuller life," He looks over at Logan. "Help you regain your memory."

Your heart jumps. You hadn't realized just how much you couldn't remember. You couldn't even place if Y/n was your real name. The thought of knowing so little about yourself gave you immense fear.

You look up at Logan, staring far off at everything other than your conversation with the professor. His eyebrows knit slightly together, he was trying to hide how much the prospect upset him.

"I think I'll stick with Logan, but I appreciate the offer." You say, giving him a kind smile. Logan looks slightly bewildered at your response.

"They can help you more than I can."

"I get to decide that for myself." You say defiantly, Logan's eyes crease in amusement. Your stubbornness hadn't changed then, you supposed.

Professor X nods, telling everyone to get back to their classrooms and studies. He offers to give you a tour, but you decline. Saying you'd rather find the lay of the land yourself.

Logan walks alongside you, insisting that his classes were done for the day and that he had no further things to attend to as he was simply a substitute teacher. You silently walk around the school, overhearing some lectures in classrooms. When you finally get to the gardens, you sigh.

"This is terrifying." You whisper, sitting on the edge of a large fountain. the water splashing onto you occasionally. The sound of kids yelling in delight echoing through the gardens. Logan sits beside you, lighting a cigar. He watches the surroundings carefully.

"I- I don't even remember my own name. But somehow I remember you." You put your head in your hands. Remembering the burning of liquor in your throat, how that always seemed to numb out the real world. "Do you know a good place for a drink around here?"

"You shouldn't be driving." He speaks around the cigar in his mouth, letting out a puff of smoke. Watching as it dissipates into the air.

"You got my bike?"

His head turns slowly towards you, unsure how to react to the question.

"I'll let ya drive her if you buy me a couple drinks."

A voice echoes through your head, calling your name. You jump slightly. Something is beckoning you. It sounds like the professor is giving you a message. To check a lake?

"Did you hear that?" You whisper, without a second though Logan is running through the gardens to your motorcycle. Gesturing for you to join him. As soon as you jump onto the seat behind him, he takes off. You go flying down the streets. Skidding to a deafening halt by a formation of rocks. You both let your bike fall as you rush towards an unconscious figure with fiery red hair.

You place your pointer and middle finger on her neck and find her pulse to still be there, and a few spare memories flood back to you. You were back at the school, younger and enjoying the company of this girl and a boy with a bandage over his eyes. The two laughed at a joke you'd made.

You were a student at Xavier's school for a while, then.

"She's alive." You say to Logan. Looking over the lake. You weren't sure you were liking the implications of the newest edition to your collection of memories. Why had you left Xavier's school? What had happened between you and your friends?

Every answer you received just seemed to give you more questions.