time eternal.

two.

. chapter two

Logan drove down the road, occasionally glancing over at the strange woman beside him in wonder. He was afraid to speak. She looked upset, and he wasn't sure whether questioning her would help her case.

However, Logan didn't care that much.

"So," he started, causing her to avert her gaze from the window, "how do you know who I am?"

"I'm a mutant, I can see through time," she said. "I know that the future is in danger, and that you were sent here to prevent war. You're looking for Charles Xavier, as am I."

"Yeah, okay, but, what's you're name? What connections do you have with the Professor? How come I don't know you in the future?"

"My name is August Moran," August replied. "The other questions will remain unanswered as I don't know the answers myself." Although that was partially a lie, she knows why Logan doesn't know her in the future, but she didn't want to voice the words.

"So, what? Did the Professor just wipe your memory or something?"

"It seems so, yes."

The drive out of town was quiet. Turn Back the Hands of Time by Tyrone Davis played softly from the radio speakers as they entered the long dirt road that would lead them to Charles.

August has only received fractions of memories, but they were too small for her to connect to anything. She remembers a large mansion, where she remembers going to get a book.

The only life she's ever known was with Erik and Raven. August's always known them, but it seems that all those memories were lies.

"This is it."

August stared the mansion down. Bushes were unkempt, vines grew over the marvelous building, signs were torn down and were replaced with 'no trespassing' signs.

Logan parked the car in front of the large entrance of the mansion, looking around at his surroundings once out of the car.

August followed him up the steps to the front door. She was beyond anxious and incredibly nervous. Her hands shook as Logan knocked harshly on the mahogany doors.

A young man opened the doors just a crack moments later, his shifty gaze turning confused at the sight of Logan. He had yet to spot August, who stood to Logan's left.

"Can I help you?" the young man questioned.

"Uh, yeah," Logan said, looking around him once more. "What happened to the school?"

"The school's been shut for years," the man replied, furrowing his eyebrows. "Are you a parent?"

"I sure as hell hope not," Logan scoffed, earning a glare from August who started to come forth. "Who are you?"

"I'm Hank, Hank McCoy," the young man responded. "I look after the house now."

Something about that name seemed familiar to August, but then again, mostly everything here seemed that way. Her brain was too fuzzy to truly comprehend anything, so she stayed quiet.

Logan smiled, "you're Beast? Look at you. I guess you're a late bloomer."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Hank defended, his gaze turning shifty again. "I'm gonna have to ask you to leave."

Hank attempted to shut the door, before Logan pushed against it, preventing Hank from shutting them out. August widened her eyes, but helped Logan push the door nonetheless.

"So where's the Professor?"

"There's no professor here."

"Mr. McCoy," August called, causing Hank to waver at the familiar voice, "it would be truly appreciated if you could tell us where Professor Xavier is."