Authors Note: Well usually this is the place where I state how I own nothing and am not making money and such. But with this fic the lines a blurred a bit. This fic is crammed with OCs but don't let that stop you from reading. It's not a marry-sue I swear. And the characters are pretty likeable. Besides, this fic is a little different from most of the stuff here. So take a break from all the Romy's and phoenix saga things and read something that is going to be an actual surprise. Cause after all you have no idea what my twisted little mind is capable of doing with my OCs. Muahahaha… Um… anyway. Enjoy. And Review. All input is welcome.

Oh and just to get thing straight if you recognize the character I don't own him/her. If you don't chances are they're mine. If you want to use them contact Meh.

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A sweaty, middle aged man nervously shuffled papers at his cluttered desk.

"Well…" he said as he tried to straighten out his greasy comb-over. "It seems that all the paperwork seems to be in order, Mr.…" He trailed off as he searched for a name in the manila folder.

"Just call me Logan."

"Well Mr. and Mrs., uh, Logan, there are a few things that we need to talk about." he said flashing the attractive African-American woman in front of him, what seemed to him was, an attractive smile. "This young lady is a very special case. I'm not sure if you remember, but a few months ago there was a horrible accident on highway 101. A woman was killed and police suspected foul play. These suspicions were inflamed when the woman's daughter was found in an open field near Salinas. Medical examinations proved that the girl had been tortured before they left her for dead in the field."

The woman gasped appalled.

"This brings me to the important part. This girl has been bounced around in over five foster homes in the last two months. It seems people would rather not deal with her after the find out about her little… problem…" He cleared his throat and rubbed the bridge of his nose as if trying to avoid a very unpleasant subject. "well it seems that this young woman's mother happened to be a mutant… And it is suspected that the accident and the incident with here daughter were perpetrated by anti-mutant organizations." His speech was followed by a period of awkward silence in which the social worker could have sworn that he heard a faint growl from the man in front of him. "well after all that I hope you people haven't changed your minds about the girl. Being that she is sixteen she doesn't have many options left. In fact, I think that she would probably be taking care of herself if it wasn't for the trauma she suffered."

"We'd like to meet the kid." Logan interrupted him.

"oh, yes." The man got up and opened the door and called in the girl. "Well, I'll leave you three to get acquainted."

Shyly a short, chubby girl with choppy black hair and chunky, black framed glasses, entered the room. She sat on a small chair nervously tugging at her gray sweater.

"Um… Hello. My name is Lizette."

"Hello…" spoke the woman. "My name is Ororo Munroe and this is my partner Logan."

"Please to meet you." The girl seemed deceivingly polite.

"Okay kid." Logan's raspy voice startled the girl. "You can stop with all the 'yes sir, no sir' bullshit. Be yourself."

"Why are you interested in me?"

"What do you mean?" questioned Ororo.

"Well not many people are interested in fostering outside their…Race."

"Well as you see. We are a pretty unconventional couple."

"Besides, We're interested in cheap labor so they gave us a Mexican." Logan said jokingly.

"Logan!" Ororo said smacking him on the arm. "You will have to pardon Logan. He is Canadian."

"Oh, now what's that supposed to mean 'Ro?" Lizette smiled slightly at their playful teasing.

"You will have to pardon our immaturity as well." Ororo said regaining her composure. "We wanted to offer you a place with us. A place to be accepted, different from what you are accustomed."

"That's what they all say. Granted, never in such flowery language. But they always change their minds, after the find out… things."

Ororo leaned in closer to her and whispered. "We are different. We are like your mother. Like you."

She stared at them uneasily. "I know."

An egg timer went off and Lizette was ushered out by a woman with a plastic smile.

"So…Um…" The man with the comb-over seemed unsure on what to say.

Ororo interrupted him. "Could we have the papers please?"

"Oh… Of course. We'll see her in about three months to see how she's doing. So in the meantime you'll have to stay in California while everything gets cleared… But after that you can return to New York."