I don't own anything! Well, except Molly-Grace.
Summary- She wants to be apart of their world. Will they let her stay?
She woke up with a start, falling out of her cot onto the floor of her 'home'. Her home being the back of her father's trailer truck. She rubs her head, tiredly, and gets up from the moving floor. "Stay in the truck." Was said to her by a gruffy voice, said voice belonged to her father, Logan.
16 year old Molly-Grace nodded to her father before he got out of the truck. She looked back at her cot. It was buried in her clothes. Basically the whole trailer was filled with her things. It wasn't that big in the first place either. Now it's just cluttered. Molly-Grace turned back around and just waited in between the two front seats. She knew better to sit in the front when something was going on. She squinted her eyes, straining to see the mirror on the door. She could just barely see her father searching for something in the back. She spun her head ahead upon hearing something fall in the back of the trailer. She turned back around to see her dad talking to some runaway girl who must have stole away in the back of the trailer.
A few minutes later her father came back and started driving. Should she ask him? Maybe she shouldn't. He would tell her that if she had any business knowing, he would tell her. She opening her mouth to ask, but closed it shut, changing her mind. She would have made another attempt to ask him, but he stops the trailer. Again. She was about to ask him what was going on when some girl popped in the passenger side. Molly-Grace froze. Who was this girl? She was wearing a big green hooded jacket and had a duffel bag with her. Did her dad take in stole aways now? This girl had leather gloves on, like those were good for anything but to look good. When her father just started to drive again, she grew concerned. What was going on here? She looked over at the girl. She looked cold.
"I'm Molly-Grace." She said speaking up, breaking the silence between the three people in the trailer. The girl looked at her with a shy smile, a small blush in her cheeks. She moved her brown hair behind her ear and looked out the window again.
"Rogue." She said to Molly-Grace, her southern accent drawing out thickly. Molly-Grace smiled. She liked this girl's accent. Rogue smiled back at her shyly. This girl was really shy too. Molly-Grace noticed a few things about Rogue. She was deathly pale skin, and that she looked hungry and cold. Molly-Grace looked between her father and Rogue. She really wanted to figure out what actually happened to lead to this girl riding with them.
She looked nice, a little too pale for Molly-Grace's liking, but fine non the less. She couldn't help but wonder how a girl like Rogue ended up in a caged boxing bar. She didn't look old enough to drink, let alone edgy enough to even step foot in a bar. Molly-Grace reached back and grabbed a chewy bar that she had stashed under her pillow for a snack later. She handed it to Rogue, knowing that she needed it more. Rogue nodded and took it from her. She took off her gloves and began to start eating it hungrily.
"You look cold. Dad could you fix the heat?" Molly-Grace spoke up again. Logan grunted and turned on the heater "Here, give me your hands." Molly-Grace said going to warm up the girl's hands, only she pulled back, not wanting to be touched.
"Ah hurt people when they touch me." Rogue said sadly to them. She turned to Logan. "Does it hurt when they come out?" Rogue asked, breaking the eerie silence. Molly-Grace knew then that her father had revealed himself at that bar earlier. She watched her father sadly, watching as his claws came out and then slid back in his skin. That would be the, what? Third time now? The only time she actually saw him pull out the claws in a bar was when some sleaze ball made a move on her though.
"Every time." He said looking back to the road. Molly-Grace went back to lay down on her cot. She hated when her father was upset. She could faintly hear them still talking up front about their names. She would have laughed if she had wanted to have a death wish. She couldn't help but think of the last time she said something about the name on his dog tag being weird. She still has the bruise she had gave herself from hitting her head off the cabinet when she was hiding.
The truck stopped with a sudden halt, and once again her head met the floor. Rubbing her forehead, Molly-Grace grew startled upon hearing the sound of glass shattering, followed by Rogue's scream. Nothing but trouble. Molly-Grace jumped to her feet, not noticing the gas leak behind her, and rushed to the front seat. The first thing she saw was her father laid flat out in the snow. She froze. She knew he would get back up, he always did, but that didn't mean it still didn't scare her half to death. She let out a breath when he get up like nothing had happened, cracking his neck from side to side.
Molly-Grace and Rogue started to cough, coking for air. They looked back to see a fire burning, quickly. They looked at each other, both fearing the worse. If Molly-Grace could just get outside. She could put it out. She could control the snow to put out the fire, or at least enough to give them some time. Only the doors were locked from the outside and Rogue's seat belt was stuck. Their only hope was Logan. Molly-Grace looked forward just in time to see her father being swung into a tree. She tugged on Rogue's seatbelt. They had to find a way out.
"Come on." She groaned as she tugged harder on the belt. Both girls were scared, they wanted to get out. Molly-Grace remembered the pocket knife in her back pocket of her jeans. She reached back and tried to find it. She cursed under her breath, having remembered that she took it out before she went to bed. Logan crashed on to the front of the truck with a thud. Both girl's screamed in fear. Molly-Grace wasn't use to her father getting the beating. She jumped back, cowering in her seat upon seeing whom had thrown him. It was some over sized man, who was in desperate need of a hair cut. He was walking toward them. Both girls now struggling to get Rogue free. Neither noticed the wind picking up outside. Molly-Grace sniffed the air, she smelt gasoline. They were screwed if they didn't get out of there soon.
The door on Rogue's side opened, a man with weird goggles and a women with white hair stood on the other side. The man shot a red beem and cut through the belt. Where are all these people coming from? What's with the red beam? They helped the two girls out of the truck. The women guided them away as the man grabbed Logan from the hood of the truck. The truck exploded, sending them flying into the snow. They quickly boarded a jet and took off, no questions asked. Rogue and Molly-Grace stayed by Logan's sides the whole flight back. Molly-Grace took a breath and looked around the jet. It was huge. What just happened back there? One second she's fast a sleep. The next they're getting attack, and saved from some strangers. Why'd that blond animal looking guy attack her dad? She looked at the two piloting the jet. Could they be trusted? She really hoped so.
"Don't worry child. We will not harm you." The lady spoke out. Molly-Grace looked at her. How did see know what she was thinking? Was it just a lucky guess? Molly-Grace shook her head, ridding of those thoughts. or now at least. She looked sadly over at Rogue and her dad. He had yet to wake up yet. Rogue looked just as frightened as she felt.
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When they got to some mansion, they were brought to an office while the man, they had found out his name was Scott, brought Logan down to the infirmary. They met the professor and were told that they could stay if they went to classes like everyone else. Rogue agreed after a few minutes, as did Molly-Grace. They were roomed together and were each given classes. Some girl walked through the door, no lie, and took them to their room. It looked like a normal room, two beds, a dresser, closet, etc. They were both tired and hungry. Not wanting to look like she just came from waking up in dirt, Rogue left to take a shower first. When she came out of the shower room, Molly-Grace was waiting to go in. When Molly-Grace was walking, she couldn't help but notice how big the mansion was. She's be getting lost a lot if she stayed here.
Would she stay though? Her dad doesn't like stay in one place for very long. Would she go with him? If she didn't, would he just abandon her like her mother did? Once she had found out that her daughter was a mutant at the young age of 4, she had disowned her and shipped her off to her father. He didn't even know she existed until her mother, if she could even really be considered one, called Logan and told him that either he comes and gets her or she was going to the police and having her turned in.
Molly-Grace couldn't leave her father after what he did, could she? This place was so nice though. Some mutant street rat girl didn't deserve to live in a place like this. Could she really leave though? She had a friend now. Was her fear of leaving her dad going to ruin that? When she finished and got back to the room, Rogue told her the girl, they found out was named Kitty, brought her over some clothes that she thought would fit her. Molly-Grace was not a charity case by any means, but she needed clothes so she wasn't in a towel for the rest of her life. Molly-Grace looked at the clothing the girl Kitty had in her hands. They were just pj's, she told Molly-Grace that the rest were already in the closet. They consisted of a pink tank top the went mid-rift and had a kitten on it. The shorts were just that. Short. Did this girl really walk around the mansion like this?
"I never wore any of these. Don't worry, some jerk I use to know back home sent me them a week ago as a 'glad you're gone' present. No one knows I have any of these besides you two, and well, me. So people thinking they're hammy-down won't be an issue if that's what you're thinking," Kitty explained to Molly-Grace. The Kitty girl had come through the door, again no lie, saying that.
"Why are you being nice to me? You don't even know me." Molly-Grace asked, skeptical of this girl. She was a bit too nice if you asked her. No one was ever this nice. There had to be a catch. There's always a catch. Kitty just chuckled and looked at Molly-Grace like she was nuts or something.
"I'm just nice I guess. Who knows, maybe we'll be friends. We could go to the mall this weekend and get you some more clothes if you want?" Kitty said politely to the girls. She didn't really like Rogue. She looked too . . . something. Kitty couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she'd liked to get to know Molly-Grace. She seemed nice, but could hold her ground if she needed to.
After Kitty left, they both went to go find the kitchen. Somehow they only managed to get lost once before they found it. Not bad if you asked Molly-Grace. Rogue had dinner, while Molly-Grace just had a small snack. While Rogue heated up some food, Molly-Grace made herself a bowl of cereal. Rogue sat down in one of the stools as Molly-Grace took her seat on top of the island.
"What do you think of the school so far?" Rogue asked Molly-Grace, breaking the silence that had overcome the kitchen between the two. She shrugged. She hadn't made opinion just yet. She just thought the place was, well, big. Not that much of an opinion though.
"Don't have an opinion yet I guess. You?" Molly-Grace asked back to her friend. Rogue shrugged back, her answer not much better than Molly-Grace's. They only met Kitty so far, and she was quite something else in their opinions.
"Ah don't really know either. That Kitty girl was somethin else, wasn't she?" Rogue asked softly to her, a chuckle laced in with voice. Molly-Grace giggled quietly back. They'd rather not get caught on their first night there talking about some other girl meanly.
"Three words for you my friend. Kitty. Branded. Clothes. Enough said right there." Molly-Grace said, motioning each word with her fingers. Rogue choked on her food, laughing. Molly-Grace just giggled and the girls high fived each other.
"Ah don't really know what ya powers are. Ah'm just curious, ya know? Ah don't know why, but Ah've seen what Logan can do. Do ya have the same powers, or are they different? Ah'm guessin' ya have powers since the professor is letting ya go ta school here." Rogue asked in a ramble. She didn't want to make the girl uncomfortable. She was just curious is all.
"No, I have powers. I can heal like him, I guess, and heal others. Haven't got to really practice that yet since my dad is he only person really that I know. I can manipulate water, but I can't create it. It's better than nothing though I guess, right?" Molly-Grace explained to Rogue. Talking about her powers only made her think of her dad though. All she wanted to do was to see her father.
"Ya powers sound awesome Molly-Grace. Mine just hurt people." Rogue said sadly, looking away from her new friend. It dawned on Molly-Grace that she had no clue what Rogue's powers were either. All she knew was physical touch was involved and that it somehow hurt the person that made skin contact with her.
"What are your powers Rogue?" Molly-Grace asked her, wanting to know. Rogue sighed and looked up at Molly-Grace sadly. She had every right to know what she can do, doesn't she? They were practically friends now.
"Ah don't know exactly. Ah just hurt people when Ah touch them. My first kiss is when Ah found out Ah was a mutant. Ah, uh, put my boyfriend in a coma for three weeks. It was just a little kiss ta. Ah didn't mean ta hurt him though. It just . . . happened." Rogue confessed to Molly-Grace. She froze, setting down her barely touched cereal. She felt bad for this girl. She wasn't going to treat Rogue any different, but that had to be the worst timing for her powers to kick in. Her first kiss. Molly-Grace hasn't even had her's yet.
"Stuff happens I guess." Molly-Grace said with a blank look. Something about Rogue's story hit her hard. Very hard. Old nightmares called memories resurfaced in her mind. Rogue looked at her with a raised eyebrow. This girl acted as if she knew exactly what Rogue was talking about.
"How did ya find out ya were a mutant Molly-Grace?" Rogue asked very curious now. Her new friend looked as if she was ready to just burst out and cry. She knew some of that was because of her dad laying, lifeless, somewhere in this gigantic mansion, but mostly her reaction was to Rogue's question.
"You know I was only 4 when I found out? We were at some party, my mother and I. There was this boy. He was two years older than me I think. Oh boy was that kid a little jerk. My mother was one of those 'everything about you had to be perfect' women though. She dressed me out in this stupid pink dress, and with pig tails that were to tight. I hated it, but I was 4. What could I do? Well, that boy and I were in the back grounds by the fountain. He was making fun of how I looked. He said I looked like an ugly version of Barbie doll." Molly-Grace started to explain, but paused to take a shaky breath. Rogue placed her gloved hand on her's comfortably.
"Ya don't have ta tell me." Rogue said, seeing how hard this was for her. Her accident was only a few weeks ago. She's mature enough to know what's going on with her, sort of. Molly-Grace had only been four years old when she found out about her powers. She wouldn't have a clue as to what was going on.
"I want to though Rogue. I've kept this a secret for so long. I just need to tell someone who will understand. So, by then, I just got so mad at him, you know? He was pulling my hair, pushing me around, calling me short. He was showing off by balancing on the fountain. He fell in on accident. He was yelling for me to help him out. He had hurt his arm I think. I just watched as he struggled to stand up. The water kept pulling him back. Before I even knew what was going on my mother was shaking me, screaming at me. The boy was gasping from air. He would have died if my mother hadn't caught me off guard by hitting me." Molly-Grace told Rogue. Rogue gasped in horror. How a mother could hit her own child was beyond her belief. She tightened the hold she had on Molly-Grace's hand. Her friend had tears running down her cheeks. The girls now had an understanding of the other.
Rogue had went up to bed before Molly-Grace. She just wasn't that tired. Well she was, but she just needed to check on her dad first. What could you say to stop her? She was daddy's little girl. He was all she had in this life. It was him and her against the world. She was only like her dad in the sense of when she's mad, she's just like him. Plus, she can heal, not only herself, but others as well. Instead of having claws, she could control water though. She couldn't create it, which was a let down to her.
She bumped into some red head on her walk around. "I'll let you say good night real quick, but then up to bed. That sound alright to you?" The red head said to her with a smile. How did she . . . "Telepathic." She said to Molly-Grace. Molly-Grace smiled and nodded. She didn't mind this time that the lady read her mind. This lady seemed nice. She was tall, but not too tall. She had one of those smiles you knew was real and not some snotty rude fake ones.
"How is he?" Molly-Grace asked in the elevator ride down to the lower levels. The red head smiled weakly to Molly-Grace "I'm Molly-Grace by the way." She introduced herself to the red head. Her father had always told her only to be nice to people who don't look strange and are nice to you first.
"Jean Grey. He's fine though. His mutation is healing, isn't it?" Jean asked as they began walking down a hallway. Molly-Grace nodded with a small smile. This lady was nice, that was a fact for sure.
"Do you know who, or what, that thing was that attacked my dad?" Molly-Grace asked. She hadn't been able to ask anyone since she got to the mansion. She couldn't find anyone when she was waiting for the shower, nor when they were trying to find the kitchen.
"His name was Victor Creed, but I think he goes by Sabretooth now. I think he might be connected to your father, but his memories are basically of you growing up. Nothing that farther back from when you were conceived." Jean explain to Molly-Grace. She didn't know how to feel about this lady playing around in her dad's head. She knew it was screwed up enough. She looked down the hall they were in. They had black leather suits in a glass case hanging up. There was door after door, she didn't want to know how much these people could fit in this one hallway.
They entered some medical room. Logan was laying there on a metal table. Molly-Graced rushed to his side and took a hold of his hand. She just wished that he'd just wake up already, but he needed his rest. When she was in 'Daddy's little girl' mode, she was just that. Daddy's little girl. She wasn't big bad tough Molly-Grace.
"Night Daddy. Love ya." She whispered in his ear. She kissed him on the his scruffy unshaved cheek. Jean smiled upon seeing how close Molly-Grace was with her father, it was touching really. Even if she hadn't seen how caring of a father Logan was from his memories, anyone with half a brain could see how much of a bond was there between the two. Molly-Grace nodded she was done to Jean and they left the room together.