(A/N If you get the title reference I applaud you!)

A high tech jet breezily landed on a flat plane that had been carved into the side of the mountain eons ago, located somewhere in China. The belly opened up and a dark skinned girl with short stark white hair stepped out. Her eyes turned milky white, and the fog that had settled, rolled away. The female wore a cape that was short and was a reflective silver. It also connected to her wrists. She was followed by a tough looking man with brown hair that stood up slightly on the sides of his head. There was a small streak of grey on each side. He put a cigar in his mouth and slipped out a lighter to like it. He was followed by a pale girl with midnight colored hair. Four small scratch like scars could be faintly seen on her right cheek. Her calculating grey eyes scanned the expanse before continuing forward. An old man who looked like he had seen too much followed behind her. His grey hair ruffled in the slight wind. The older man wore a more of the stereotypical cape that you might see in a superhero movie, but it matched the outfit. The last one out was a bald man in a floating chair. He was obviously impaired from the waist down, someone could tell by the way he was sitting. They all wore similar outfits, black high tech looking suits with patches of protection material weaved in. There was so much detail in them, that they were hard to describe.

They were in ancient Chinese ruins. The arches and other buildings were beginning to fall apart, but for now they seemed to be holding up fairly well. Chunks of rubble were dispersed around the area in just the right places for an attack or ambush. The midnight haired girl glanced up and spotted a man with black paint over his eyes. He was crawling like a spider on one of the arches the group passed over. She dismissed it though. They didn't come as enemies.

A dark skinned man came out to meet the group. He wore a cape that matched the color of his eyes. Deep red. The deep red eyes of his shone with faint curiosity, but also a hint of hostility. A large high-tech gun was in his hand, and the tubes connecting to it led straight to his arm. Red stripes ran down the outside of the gun in rows. They glowed a faint red light. It shone in the dim light, and the midnight haired girl could literally feel the hum of the gun from the energy stored inside. He glanced to the side and another man came out.

His curly black hair was short, and his black outfit with yellow stripes across his torso was sleeveless. He looked faintly Hispanic. There were clear burn marks on the edge of his forehead and along his upper arm. Then, the man that had been crawling around jumped down from his perch. His shoulder length dark brown hair swished when he stood up. Another boy came from where the dark skinned man had come from. His outfit was mostly black, but hints of blue lined the edges. His light brown hair was cropped short and he had started to grow a beard and small mustache. His demeanor was more friendly than they other.

"Professor!" He called out. He placed a hand on the dark skinned man's shoulder. It had become apparent to the midnight haired girl that the man with the red cape was the leader. He then turned to the new group and walked towards them. A smile formed on the white haired girl's face.

She opened her arms for a hug. "Bobby."

He embraced her. "Hi Storm." A smile was now on his face too.

The gruff man spoke up. "Hey kid." Bobby turned toward him and nodded in recognition.

"Professor." A new voice spoke. They whole group turned. "You made it." A girl walked out from where Bobby had come from with another man how had short dark brown hair. He was taller than her by at least a foot. Her brown hair reached just past shoulder length and her outfit was entirely black and leather. When she spotted the midnight haired female, a grin broke out on her face. "Phantom!"

A soft smile graced Phantom's lips and she accepted the female running to her with open arms. "Kitty." Kitty stepped back to her group and Bobby followed right behind. They then laced their fingers together in a way that suggested that they were in a relationship. A small smile played on both the Professor's face and Kitty's.

When they all were introduced and settled under cover, Kitty began to explain what they had been doing. "Whenever the Sentinels attack, Warpath spots them," she nodded to the man with the black paint around his eyes, "then I send Bishop back to warn us of the attack before it happens. Blink scouts the next site," she was the other female in their group with purple streaks in her hair and a single long triangle above and below each eye, "and then we leave before they ever know we were there."

Warpath sat down on the edge of one of the structures. "Because, we never were."

Logan displayed a confused look on his face. "What do you mean you were never there?"

Phantom sighed. "She projects Bishop back in time a few days to warn the others of the coming attack."

He furrowed his eyebrows."So she sends Bishop back in time."

"No." The Professor spoke. "Just his consciousness. Into his younger self, his younger body."

He shrugged his eyebrows. "Well..."

Magneto turned away from the Professor and too the other group. "This might just work Charles."

Kitty glanced in between Magneto and the Professor. "What might work?"

Now it was the Professor's turn to explain. "The Sentinel program was originally conceived by Doctor Bolivar Trask. In the early '70's, he was one of the world's leading weapons designers. But, covertly, he had begun experimenting on mutants. Using their gifts to fuel his own research. There was one mutant who had discovered what he was doing."

"A mutant, with the ability to transform herself into anyone." Magneto added in.

"Mystique." Colossus spoke.

"I knew her as Raven." The Professor grew a nostalgic look on his face. "We met when we were kids, grew up together. She was like a sister to me. I tried to help her, but only succeeded in driving her away." His tone was saddened at that last part. "She hunted Trask across the world, and at the Paris Peace Accords in 1973, after the Vietnam War, she found Trask... and killed him. It was the first time she killed."

"And it wasn't the last." Wolverine put in.

The Professor continued. "But killing Trask did not have the outcome she expected. It only persuaded the government of the need for his program. They captured her that day, tortured her, experimented on her. In her DNA, they discovered the secrets to her powers of transformation. It gave them the key they needed to create weapons that could adapt to any mutant power. And in less than 50 years, the machines that have destroyed so many of our kind were created. But it all started that day in 1973, the day she first killed, the day she truly became, Mystique."

Realization dawned in Kitty's face. "You wanna go back there."

"If I can get to her. Stop the assassination, keep her out of their hands, then we can stop the Sentinels from ever being born." The Professor said it was such conviction that Phantom just had to believe it.

"And end this war before it even begins." Magneto turned to look at everyone.

There was a long silence. The other group took glances at each other, searching for the right decision. Kitty looked worried. "I-I can send someone back a couple weeks, maybe a month, but you're talking about going back decades. You have the most powerful brain in the world Professor, but the mind can only stretch so far before it snaps." She gave some time to let that sink in. "It would rip you apart. I'm sorry. No one could survive that trip." She sounded sad.

Phantom glanced around, and spotted Wolverine deep in thought. She could tell exactly what was inside his head, without even getting into it. That wasn't her gift. He spoke. "What if someone's mind has a way of snapping back?" She was right. "What if someone could heal, as fast as they're ripped apart?" All eyes were on him now.

-

Everyone had left the room besides the Professor, Magneto, Kitty, Bobby, and Logan. Phantom was about to leave the room with Storm, when the Professor called out to them. "Storm." The duo turned. "Mind if I take Phantom off your hands?"

The white haired girl spared a glance at the midnight haired girl. Phantom wanted to fight, to help protect, but she knew that whatever it was, the Professor knew better. "Of course Professor. Go ahead." Storm's eyes still on Phantom, nodded to the Professor. The midnight haired girl disappeared into the mountain face with the Professor right behind her. Then the large door closed shut behind them.

Logan placed a large square wood log behind the door to help keep it closed, as if it would help if the Sentinels attacked. Phantom faintly heard Storm behind the doors. "Okay spread out." There was a deeper voice that she couldn't make out the words of, probably Bishop's considering that he was the other group's leader.

She followed behind Logan who was just now making his way into the small main room. Kitty and Bobby situated in the back while the Professor and Magneto where near the front. There was a stone altar in the center of the room, just barely big enough to fit a person lying down. He walked up to it. "So I wake up in my younger body God knows where, then what?"

The Professor moved forward in his chair. "You'll need to go to my house and find me. Convince me of, all of this." He meant the situation. This future.

"Won't you be able to just read my mind?" Was a reasonable and easy question, but the answer didn't seem so simple.

" I didn't have my powers in 1973. Logan, you're going to have to do for me what I once did for you." Wolverine glanced at the Professor. "Lead me, guide me. I was a very different man then. You'll have to be patient with me."

Logan turned back to the altar and lightly scoffed. "Patience isn't my strongest suit." He spoke a little exasperated.

Magneto stepped forward. "You'll need me as well."

Logan turned around to face him. "Why?"

"After Mystique left Charles, she came with me. I set her on a dangerous path." He paused. "A darker path." He looked down guiltily, then looked back up with determination. "It's going to take the two of us, side-by-side at a time when we couldn't be further apart." Wolverine looked to the Professor, and he nodded gravely.

Logan then turned back to the altar. "Great. So where do I find you?"

"Well it's complicated." Magneto spoke. Phantom knew where he was. Logan had no idea, how complicated it was. The gruff man had started to turn towards Magneto, but decided not to question it and faced forward again.

The Professor then turned and stared expectantly at Phantom. Her eyes widened and she pointed to herself in a, 'Me?' gesture. He nodded like she knew it she was supposed to say, which she didn't, but she took a gander. Then she too stepped towards Logan. "You might need me as well, considering the fights you might encounter."

He turned to her and raised an eyebrow. "And where will you be?"

Phantom twisted the ring on the index finger of her right hand. "I wouldn't worry about that if I were you. If my younger self spots to you, we'll meet."

Logan's eyes became half lidded. "That's reassuring." Sarcasm was clearly laced through the his words.

"I'm sure you'll find me with all the traveling you'll be doing." She then froze.

Wolverine his eyebrows. "How do you know if I'll be doing lots of traveling?"

She blinked a few times. "I'm not sure. Normally, every once in awhile, I will get a premonition. I might be able to see someone that I will meet in the future, or sometimes event that will happen around me. I guess now it's happening in reverse." His face contorted into one of confusion and she realized he didn't understand. She just sighed. "Just remember this about past me, I had an... issue, that I don't have now. So I will be very unpredictable. Keep that in mind when you meet me."

He huffed out a pent up breath of air. "Whatever. Let's just get this done and over with."

"Oh and Logan," he turned back to her, "there is someone I know that might be able to help you at some point. He's a pain, but there's no one I trust more with my life. Besides the Professor of course." She glanced at him. "Not to be of any offence." He smiled in forgiveness. "He'd be a young man in 1973. I think you'll find him most intriguing." A smirk grew on her lips.

-

"Basically your body will just go to sleep while your mind goes back in time." Kitty spoke. Logan was laying on the altar with Kitty sitting above his head. Her ringed fingers were sitting on either side of his head. Her fingers unconsciously shifted the rings around, a habit unintentionally taught by Phantom. "As long as you're back there, past and present will continue to coexist. Once you wake up," she paused, "whatever you've done will take hold and become history. And for the rest of us it'll be the only history that we know. It'll be like the last 50 years it never happened. This world, this war. The only person who will remember it, is you." There was a long silence. "All right Logan I need you to clear your head and to stay as calm as possible."

"What? What do you mean?" He glanced up at her.

"If your mind gets rocky it'll be harder for me to hold you." She paused to think on how to elaborate. "You could start to slip between past and future."

"Well what if I need to get a little rocky?"

Kitty shook her head and shrugged. "Think peaceful thoughts?"

"Peaceful thoughts." Whispered to himself. "You have any good news?"

"Well, you don't really age so you'll pretty much look the same." He gave an almost crestfallen look.

Bobby then spoke in a grim tone. "You won't have much time in the past." The two looked to him. "The Sentinels will find us. They always do."

"And this time we won't be able to run." Kitty looked to Logan. "We'll have no escape. This is our last chance."

Magneto spoke to the Professor. "You really think this will work?"

"I have faith in him." He responded.

"It's not him I'm worried about, it's us. We were young, we didn't know any better."

"We will now."

Wolverine looked away from the talking duo. "See you all soon."

Kitty's face knitted into one of concentration. "This might sting a little." A white streaming light began to pour from her hands and into Logan's temples. He clenched his fists and his claws came out. Then he promptly screamed.