The wait is over! Briar Rose is here! lol I suggest if you haven't read 'Part Of Your World' that you read that before this. I do not own anything in this fiction, besides Victoria, Max, and Molly-Grace, everything else belongs to their rightful owners.

Summary - The world she had wanted to be apart of had shunned her. She had left without any good bye. She was gone for months without any word. Molly-Grace is back, but she's not alone. Will the world she left behind welcome her back, or will she have to fight to be let back in?

Chapter 1!

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Molly-Grace stared down at the moving cement underneath the wheels of her father's motorcycle as she held onto him. They had left the institute to get away from all of the drama that was going around at the time. There was just so much sadness and hurt, it was suffocating them both. They've been on the road for a few months now, just him and her. At least, it had started out that way.

She glanced back behind them to see a black jaguar following them. They hadn't meant to make friends along the trip, but they could relate to them. They, like themselves, were father and daughter on the road together, just the two of them against the world. And it didn't hurt that they were both mutants as well. It's been too long since it's just been her and her dad. She had forgotten how much she had loved it. She had always wanted to be with kids her own age for so long, but then when she was? She missed the open road.

Through the tinted windows of the jaguar, she could just vaguely see the young girl in the passenger seat of the car. She was the same age as her. They kind of looked a like if she really thought about. Only the other girl was taller than her, and she was brunette too. She had powers like Sabretooth, only not as hairy. She had cat-like similarities, and her eyes slanted like a cat's when she used her powers.

Her name was Victoria Silverfox. She was traveling with her dad, Max. She didn't say much about her mom, only that she was gone. Having Victoria around for the past few months reminded her a lot of Rogue. She only missed her more when her and her new friend had a friend moment. Their dads got along pretty good as well, but something about Max was off. It was like he knew something about her dad that he didn't. He didn't look like he was going to tell what it was anytime soon either.

They all soon stopped at a rest stop. Logan and Max were going into the diner to grab some food for themselves and their daughters. The two girls were waiting for them outside. They were sitting on top of the hood of the jaguar, laid out and looking up at the sky. "So, are you ever gonna tell me about the guy that you've been running from?" She blurted out, glancing at Molly-Grace with a knowing look.

Victoria had good hearing, naturally, so she could always pick up what Molly-Grace would mumble out. Even if they have known each other for a few months now, she still hasn't told her about John. Not really at least. It didn't seem right to her. This was Rogue's department as her best friend. Her sister. She was suppose to be the one she talked to about her boy problems.

Rogue wasn't here though. She wasn't going to be either. For all Molly-Grace knew, she was gone forever, cured, and back with her human family. She could be laughing it all up and taking full advantage of having no powers again. For that, she felt completely betrayed by her friend. Wasn't she and their friends enough reason to come back? Did she not care enough to at least send word to them that she was alright? Were they just bad memories that she wanted to forever forget? "There's no guy." She lied. At least, she wasn't sure if she was or not.

Victoria just rolled her eyes at her though. When the two had first met, Molly-Grace was seconds away from being completely broken, unable to be fixed again. She had grown up a lot over the last few months though. She had remembered where she came from, and how to survive on her own. "Gracie, Gracie, Gracie, don't you know yet?" She 'tsked' her. Molly-Grace just gave her a blank look. "There's always a guy involved. So spill. Who is he? How's you'd meet him? Is he hot? Does he have a brother?" She wanted details on this boy, and she'd be damned, she was gonna get them.

Molly-Grace bit her lip, a wave of guilt washing over her at the mention of John's sibling. She still hated herself for not being able to apologize to Sierra about what she had said to her that day. She should have never said any of those things she had said before and after the girl's passing. She was just upset, and had continued to take it out on Sierra, even after she was taken from this world. "His name was John, you already know that. We met, officially at least, when I accidentally bumped into him in the hall." Molly-Grace smiled softly as the memories that played in her head.

' "Uh yeah, I'm going to go get something to eat. See ya." She said out nervously and turned around to leave, only he snickered and grabbed onto her wrist, turning her back around to face him. Her breath caught in her throat. What was going on with her? Okay, the guy was pretty cute, but what's with the weak in knees thing going on?

"Wrong way, Sweetheart." He smirked down at her, towering over her. That other new girl was taller than him. It killed his attraction to her. He liked towering over said girl. Not the other way around. Molly-Grace glared up at him. She hated sexes pet names.

She slapped him, the smack loud enough to echo through out the hall way. "Wrong name, Babe." She said up to him through her gritted teeth. He held his stung face and chuckled to himself. She was feisty too, he liked it.

He grabbed her wrist again and pulled her closer to him. "Don't bite off more than you can chew, Sweetheart. Come on, lets get you some food." He smirked down at her as he pulled her down the hall with him. She just wanted to smack this boy's grin off his face so fast, but she was really hungry, and she was lost. She followed him, willingly, to the kitchen.'

She let out a small giggle at the thought of that day. I seemed like years since they had first met each other. So much has happened since then. "I slapped him because he called me sweetheart." She told her friend. Victoria snickered slightly, shaking her head at the image of the girl beside her slapping this guy. "He's extra hot, if you must know, and he . . . he had a sister." She suddenly trailed off, her smile long gone from her face. "She's, uh, she's dead now though." She muttered out to the other girl.

It didn't take a genius to figure out the gist of the situation. At least, it didn't take her much to figure it out. "Don't blame yourself. If you weren't the one to kill her, then it's not your fault. The minute you know that, you're on your way back to normal . . . or at least normal for people like us." She told her as she laid back down against the windshield of the car. Molly-Grace wasn't convinced though. She had been the one that left Sierra alone that day, hadn't she? "The real question is, Molly-Polly, are you gonna stay in this depressed thing that you got going on here? Or are you gonna suck it up, and go back to that place to show those bitches what you're mad of?" Victoria asked her.

The brunette looked at the girl beside her in astonishment. That really was the question, wasn't it? A year ago, she wouldn't have even had to think about the two choices. She would have said screw them all and gone back. She wouldn't have even left at all if she was the same girl that she was a year ago. She had broken her dad's rule though. She had fallen in love with Saint John Allerdyce. She had let him in, and she had paid for it in the end.

The two girls looked up upon hearing both of their father's voices. Logan and Max were now on their way back to the girls with all the food. "Where are we headed now, Blue?" Logan called out to his daughter. It was her turn to pick where they all went to next. The four had been taking turns on where they traveled for the past few months.

The two girls shared a look. Victoria raised an eye brow at the girl next to her, giving her a look that clearly said 'It's now or never. What are you gonna choose?' and she was right. It was now or never. She looked back at her dad, determination playing in her eyes. "We're going back to the institute." She told him. Logan glanced at Max, who in turn glanced over at his daughter, silently asking her if this was what she wanted as well.

She nodded her head to her dad, who then in turn nodded to Logan. They were both in for the next destination. Logan searched his own daughter's eyes, trying to figure out if she was really ready to go back. He had taken her away when he saw that she was breaking. She was ready to go back now though. She was ready to fight back again. "Okay, institute, it is then. Lets get going." He told them. He motioned for the girls to get their buts off of the car and hurry the hell up. They both nodded and got into motion.

Molly-Grace and Victoria walked up the steps to the Institute together. They paused when they got to the doors. The taller of the two girls glanced over at the water powered mutant beside her. She could see that she was having doubts, which was perfectly normal. From how she had described it to her, she would be nervous as well. This place had tried to break her. When she and Molly-Grace had first met, the girl was practically a mess.

She had helped her get through it though. She had helped her get stronger again. It was what friends did for the other. That's what she and Molly-Grace had become over that past few months. Friends. She didn't have a lot of those either. They were mutants, loners from birth. They just clicked after they met, though the smaller brunette had been hesitant to let her in right away. It had taken a few weeks to actually get her to trust her with just the name of the guy who had broken her heart.

She was guarded, with perfect reason of course, but she was just so young. She was becoming cold, and distant. Not even Logan had wanted that to happen to his daughter. He had become the same way when he had woken up with no memory that day all those years ago. It wasn't until he had gotten that call from her bitch of a mother saying that she was either going to kick their daughter out on the street unless he came and took her away from her home, that he had finally opened up his eyes. He had opened his heart, not at first, but she had soon been able to permanently make a place in his heart for her.

Molly-Grace stared at the doors. She couldn't do this. She wasn't ready. She was alone this time. She didn't have Rogue with her. She couldn't walk through those doors again without someone, her best friend, her sister, by her side. "You can do this, MP. You're stronger now. They can't break you. No one can unless you let them break you." Victoria whispered over to her friend. She looked over to taller brunette beside her. She had completely forgotten about her standing next to her.

She nodded her head slowly before she reached for the door knob. As her fingers curled around it, she twisted it open and took the first step inside. Victoria was right behind her. She might not have been Rogue, but she was the only friend that she had left. The two girls wondered inside of the Institute together. Molly-Grace looked around the main hallway to see that not much had really changed in the past six months. It was a little different, but not by much. There were some new art work hanging up on the walls, but that was about it.

Bobby was on his way down stairs when he had seen her. He felt his heart literally freeze, no pun intended, when his eyes locked on her. She hadn't seen him yet, and neither had the other girl with her. She looked different. Her skin was tanner, and her hair was a shade darker, and a shorter as well. It now only went to her shoulders now. She had cut her glorious long dark locks, but surprisingly she still looked amazing. "Molly-Grace . . ." He gasped out, loud enough for both of the girls to hear him.

Their heads had snapped over to see him. When Molly-Grace's eyes found him, she felt herself stiffen, a gasp leaving her lips. It was Bobby. He hadn't changed much, look wise at least, but he was there. He was real, and this wasn't one of her usual nightmares. She hadn't said good bye to him before she left, she hadn't even told at least him that she was even leaving. She had just left without a single word to anyone. "Bobby . . ." She whispered out sadly. Tears welled up in her eyes.

Victoria watched them both curiously. This sure didn't look like the guy that she had described to her. And she was pretty sure that she had said the guy's name was John, not Bobby. He broke out of his trance like state and rushed down the remaining stairs. Before she could react, he swept her off her feet and into a big bear hug. Her arms had instantly went around his neck as he spun her around. "I didn't know if you were coming back. I thought you were gone, just like Rogue." He whispered out to her as he held onto her tightly.

A sob escaped her lips as she cried out onto his shoulder. She hadn't realized how much she had missed him. She had never meant to hurt him. "I'm so sorry. I thought that you hated me just like everyone else did." She mumbled out into his shoulder. He had still yet to let go of her. He was afraid that if he did? That she'd just disappear on him again.

A snort like hiccup left his lips. As if he could ever hate her. His face might have hated her for a while there because she had given him a black eye, but the rest of him sure hadn't. He loved her, maybe not like he had loved Rogue, but he had loved her regardless. It was the four of them, her, and John, and him, and Rogue. Them four against the world. But some where down the road, though, they had been broken apart. "I could never hate you, Sprite." He whispered to her as he finally put her back down onto the ground. She only wanted to cry more upon hearing her old nickname that he had given her.

He smiled softly down at her as she nervously wiped away her stray tears. She couldn't believe that she had just broken down like that in front of both Bobby and Victoria. John and Kitty were coming down the hallway when they had seem them all standing there. They both froze when they had heard them. She was back. John couldn't help but notice how different she had looked now. He almost didn't recognized her. Her hair was shorter, and she was a bit taller, by maybe an inch, but that might just be because of her shoes. She was still breath taking though, he couldn't deny that.

Kitty looked over at the boy beside her, her boyfriend. He was staring at the brunette with Bobby. She bit her lip. She wasn't stupid. She knew that John and Molly-Grace had been the real deal, but they were over now. He had chosen her, hadn't he? The girl had left without a single word to anyone. Not even to him. She couldn't just come back here and think that everything was going to go back to normal. She wasn't going to get John back, he was her boyfriend now. She wasn't going to win.

Molly-Grace stood in front of a grave stone. Sierra Allerdyce's grave stone to be correct. She had left Victoria to get her half of their room ready. Storm had put them in her and Rogue's old room. It was going to be strange having Victoria sleeping in the same bed that her best friend had only months ago. A lot of things were going to be strange now that she was back.

She still had yet to see John, not that she was looking forward to it any time soon though. She hadn't seen her uncle Remy either yet. She had really missed him. He hadn't been able to come with her and her dad. Storm needed him here. "Hey, Sierra. I know I'm probably the last person you want at your grave, but I really need to tell you something. It's important." She had no idea why she was talking to a grave, but she needed to say this.

Victoria had said to her that once she had forgiven herself for Sierra's death, that then would be when she'd be able to move on. "I wanted to say that I was sorry. I should have never lifted a finger against you, or said any of those awful things to you either." She spoke out to the grave stone. She opened her mouth to say something, but paused for a moment to rethink it. "I could say that I had planned on apologizing when I got back from looking for Rogue, but I won't. It wouldn't mean anything. I shouldn't have said it at all in the first place." She said out.

She couldn't believe how she had acted before, and after, Sierra's death. It wasn't her. That wasn't her. She wasn't that person who blamed everyone else for her mistakes or things that no one could have prevented from happening. She was stronger than that. At least, she was trying to get back to being the girl she had been when she had first come to the institute. "I still can't believe all of those things I said about you even after you had passed away. I could blame it on everyone else, but I won't. All the fault's on me, I know that now. I mean, it took me a while, but I'm finally realizing that everything that had happened to me after you died was my own fault." She told the cold, marble stone.

Tears had then began to well up in her eyes again. Today was just not her day. She wanted so badly not to be crying, but she just couldn't help it. "I lost so much because of how I was acting. I lost John. I lost his, and everyone else's respect, and most of all? I lost my own respect for myself." She confessed to the stone as she wiped her traitor tears away.

She hadn't even noticed the new presence behind her. She should have heard him, but she hadn't been paying any attention to anything else around her except for the stone right in front of her. "What the hell are you doing here?" The new voice snarled out. She jumped a mile out of her skin, spinning around to face the new presence.

A gasp left her lips, her breath catching in her throat. She felt her whole body tense up at the sight of him. She hadn't prepared herself to see him so soon after her return, but what had she expected? Really? This was his home. This was his sister's grave. She had been stupid to hope that she wouldn't see him or accidentally bump into him. That would be just her luck after all. "John . . ." She gasped out.

There in front of her was none other than Saint John Allerdyce.