A/N: So, here it is. I've promised it, but never actually got around to typing any of it up until now because I'm lazy.

This is really AU. The first movie has happened, but rather than Alkali Lake being a dead end for Logan's memory hunt, it spurred a large round of memories that forced out the bullets in his skull so he can remember everything now. With his memories, he took a very long road trip to let it all sink in.

So... Here. Enjoy it.

~August 30, 2005~ 3:43 pm~

The streets were mostly empty this time of year, when the winds picked up and blew bits of rock and dirt into peoples faces. A young girl of eleven was one of the few to brave the weather and walk along the concrete. Her hair was long, to about her mid-back, and stark white, shadowing her pale skin that was marred by a single scrap of cloth wrapping around her face to cover her eyes. She wore only her school-issued dark grey dress and a heavy black trench coat that was obviously not hers as the sleeves were rolled up into thick cuffs, the bottom hem dragging along the ground, and even buttoned it was close to falling off her shoulders.

As she passed an alleyway, a pair of burly hands gripped her arm and pulled her in, slamming her against the brick wall before she could react.

"This her, Joey?" A mostly grown boy asked his brother, pinning the girl efficiently. "The girl who messed with you in class?"

"Y-yeah," The boy answered, seemingly unsure.

"J-Joey?" The girl managed to whimper. "W-What's going on?"

A palm smacked her face sharply. "Shut up! I'm gonna teach you a lesson, you little freak!"

Her mind scrambled in panic and, squirming and trying her hardest to escape, she ripped off the makeshift blindfold, emeraldy-jade green eyes wide and frantic as they locked onto a large steel dumpster to her side. It began to shake uncontrollably, and when the older boys hand loosened it's grip on her trench coat, the receptical lifted off the ground a few inches and whipped down the alley. There was a sickening crunch as it collided with the teen first, then the two younger boys beside him, and it fell into place a few feet away from their stilled bodies.

Trembling with fear and shock, the girl slowly crouched beside them and pressed a small hand to each chest.

Oh god, her mind screamed, I'm a murderer!

A hand landed on her shoulder and threw her back into her panic. A brick ripped free of the wall and flew with her sight to smash into the face of her next victim. After a moment of scared gasping, she made sense of the pale face in front of her that was spilling red into his once-white hair.

"M...Max... Max!" She fell to her knees beside her twin in horror at what she'd done. "No, no! That... That wasn't supposed to happen! You're not supposed to... y-you can't just... Oh god, I'm sorry!"

"T-Tess... Tessa..." He choked past the blood, putting a hand on her face with far more effort than it should have taken to wipe away a tear. "Hap...Happy... Birthday... Tess." He managed a kind, forgiving smile before the shine onf life in his green eyes faded away and he went limp.

Ignoring the burning sensation on her palm where she was touching his hand, Tessandra wept and swore that she would never hurt anyone if she had a choice.

And no one would get close enough to hurt her like this again.

~November 17, 2006~ 11:25 am~

The air at the park was calm except for a faint breeze that billowed past in the crisp autumn scenery. One of the stretches of sidewalk was claimed by a small group of skaters who were attempting minor tricks on a portable ramp. Off to the side, a boy sat on the park bench, watching the elder boys as he tried to whistle without sucking in.

Seeing his attempts fail repeatedly, the teens laughed and whistled to him in a friendly teasing way.

Irritated, he sucked in an enormous breath and forced it past his lips. At first, he was sure it had failed once again, but just as he was about to give up-

Wheee! The high-pitched keening sound sent visible shock waves through the air, tossing a boy with shaggy blonde hair much like the boys off of his skateboard and rolling across the ground, stopping just short of the pond where geese had swum moments before. He forced himself to his feet and gawked openly at the boy sprawled on his back in the grass behind his overturned bench.

"Jonah... That was fucking AWESOME!" He laughed excitedly as Jonah sat up in a daze. "Do that again!"

~January 18, 2007~ 12:27 pm~

The teenage girl scanned over the man before her, sitting in his wheelchair with a calm smile on his face. Her hair was straight and dark, framing a suspicious face. Her mother sat beside her, uncomfortable with the silence.

"Why?" The girl finally asked. "Why would I leave my life here to go to some school and help you? I have friends. I have family. What do you have to make me want to leave?"

"I understand that you have a life here, but Our school is always in need of assistance. If you chose to come and work with the rest of the staff, even just for a month or so, I will happily assist you in any way possible to get you on track for your Modeling career, be it simply paying for plane tickets or more."

"Megan," the girls mother started, "I... I think this would be good for you. Mr. Xavier's school will give you a chance to expand your resume', and there's much more room for you to fly. If it means anything, I say you should give it a try."

Megan glanced between them silently, then shrugged, standing up and letting her deep, rainbow-tinted black wings spread out a bit from her back. "Sure. I'll give it a try. Let me go pack."

~February 7, 2012~ 7:13 pm~ Unknown Location~

The woman sat silently, eyes closed in focus as she took in the scent on the jacket in front of her.

After what seemed like an eternity, she sighed. "I found him. He's following her. We might be able to pick them both up in one sweep."

"Any specific reason he's tailing her?" The stumpy man across the room from her asked, tweaking away at a small mechanism.

"Not sure. I'm only catching bits and pieces of his thoughts. Something about her past, from what I can find." She got to her feet, leaving the black fabric on the ground where she'd sat before pacing over to him. "I can delay him for a few minutes when it's ready."

"Good. You should tell the boss man before he gets too antsy."

She smirked. "Still afraid, eh?"

The man pouted. "No. The magnetic fields give me migraines."

"Sure they do, Brain," she sniggered. "You keep telling yourself that."

He rolled his eyes, waving a screwdriver over from it's perch on a rack across the room. "I'll need at least ten minutes to get either one of them hooked up properly. Get me that and we'll be good to go."

"I'll let him know."

~April 13, 2012~ 2:24 am~ Somewhere in New York~

She was too groggy to think straight when the man yanked the tarp away and yelled for her to get out of his trailer. She tripped over the edge of the trailer, nearly landing on her face before she recovered and tugged her gym bag over one shoulder, mumbling an apology that he spat at and drove away.

Nearly dead on her feet, she simply padded over to the ditch and dropped her bag down for use as a pillow, falling down onto it moments later. She would get moving in the morning. For now, she was just so... tired..

She pulled the still-too-large trench coat closer around herself, and within seconds was unconscious.

~End transmission~

So, here's chapter one, which pretty much just explains how things got going and giving you things to mull over until next chap.