A/N: Don't own. Wish I did but I don't.

This chapter is slightly confusing, because from this point on Ace won't be directly telling the story, because then you'd never be able to see others reaction to her. Well anyway, enjoy and remember to review at the end.

Chapter Two: "Ones end is Another's beginning-Part 2"

Two Days Later

New Orleans, Louisiana

8:30pm

"Hey kid, we're here, wake up." The driver of the truck shook the dark-haired girl's form as he spoke. She groaned and blinked behind the dark glasses on her nose. "Where's here?" She asked, getting out of the truck and peering around in confusion. "LeBlanc's Bar and Grill, New Orleans." The trucker replied dryly. The girl tilted her head in confusion and then smiled lightly at the man, "Thanks for bringing me this far, sir. How much do I owe you?" She asked, completely shocking the driver.

"You don't owe me nothing kid. And don't call me sir. The name's Jacob Grant." Jacob said, watching as the girl dropped the hand that was searching for cash. "Oh, but you brought me so far…" She trailed off. "It wasn't a problem kid; I was on my way back anyway." She nodded and thanked him again, heading into the bar. "By the way, what's your name?" The girl smiled again and looked over her shoulder, "Ace Dupre." Jacob nodded and waved at the kid, who quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Inside the bar was crowded and most of the people were watching a speech on Ellis Island and didn't pay any attention to the girl wading through the people. Ace made her way towards the end of the bar and sat on one of the only open seats. She sighed and looked around the haze filled room from under her darkened glasses. The bartender in front of her set a glass of water down, "It's a little dark in here for sunglasses ya know." He said and she turned her attention to him. "Yeah, they're prescription, and somehow they got stuck on the shaded part. Can't see without them though." She lied smoothly, face not changing.

He nodded and dried his hand before putting it out, "Name's Karl White and this is my bar. First drink is on the house." Ace smiled and took his hand, "Ace Dupre." They shook and Karl looked at her curiously, "Dupre? I knew a Dupre a few years ago. Her name was Charley Dupre, nice girl. She moved after a tuff breakup with her boyfriend." Ace blinked in surprise, "That's my mom! You knew my mom? How many years ago did she leave?" She questioned, intrigued. "She left about eighteen years ago. You say you're her kid? Now that you mention it, you look like her in a way. I bet she told you that you look like your dad, right?"

Ace frowned and shook her head, "Mom never mentioned my dad at all. She seemed to get upset every time I asked so I stopped." She clenched a fist in her lap to calm the buzz feeling that started. A person passed by her and bumped into her without apologizing and she glared after the person and then turned back to Karl, whose eyes were wide. "I think I can help you with that. Come with me." He motioned to her and she left her seat and followed him into a back room. Thankfully compared to the main barroom, there wasn't any smoke haze.

She looked around curiously and spotted four men around a table with cards and poker chips. One man was laughing as the other three glared at him. He had shoulder length dark brown hair and looked to be in his late thirties or early forties. He laid out his cards in a flourish and caused the others to throw their hands up and leave their money with a grumble. As they left, the man's eyes met her own.

Both sets of oddly colored eyes widened in surprise. The man rose from his spot and walked over to her. She stepped back and put her hands behind her back as they trembled with static. "Who're you?" He asked, peering down at her, and seemed to look right through her mask. "A-Ace Dupre. And you?" The man's eyes widened even more at her last name. "Dupre? As in the kid of Charley Dupre?" When Ace nodded he gave her a huge grin and looked over at Karl, who had remained silent. "Did you already figure it out and that's why you brought her back here? Right?" He asked, excitement in his voice.

Karl grinned and nodded, "Course I did, I've known you most of your life and before she left, I knew Charley even better." Ace blinked in confusion, "What're you talking about?" She asked, relief filling her as the buzzing in her hands disappeared. Karl walked up to her and pointed towards the taller man, "This man here is Remy Lebeau, a known gambler around these parts. Calls himself Gambit at times." Remy grinned and pointed at himself, "And apparently I'm your dad!"

Ace blinked in shock and starred at the man in front of her. "W-what?!" She stuttered in shock, the flares in her hands returning. She tried to calm down, but her heart was racing in shock and panic, and thoughts were raging through her head, 'Will he still say he's my father if he knew I was a mutant?' She thought, stuffing her hands in her pockets and clenching them as a tickling sensation filled them.

Remy Lebeau was having a great day. Not only did he make quite a bit of cash, he also met his kid as well. In his view, the day couldn't get better. He looked at the girl in front of him and smirked. Ace looked a lot like her mother, but she truly took after him in the looks department. She was a few inches shorter than him and had long dark brown hair that was currently bulled back in a ponytail. He was partly confused at the dark lenses covering her eyes and his eyes widened again. It couldn't be...

His assumption was correct as a buzzing sound filled the air. Remy put his hand on his daughter's shoulder and looked at her covered eyes, "Ace, calm down. I'm not going to disown you because you're a mutant. Cause then I'd have to disown myself." He said with a laugh. Ace's eyes widened as he said that and flinched as he reached up to remove her lenses. Karl watched the moment in silence; he had already known the Remy was a mutant, as well as Karl himself. Although Karl wasn't very powerful, he could only tell if others were lying to him, which made him a great bartender, so he had realized Ace's reason for her glasses was a lie. But he didn't expect them to be hiding bright yellow eyes and off-colored whites.

Remy smiled as he looked into Ace's eyes. "That's my girl. How long has it been since you learned you were a mutant?" Tears filled Ace's eyes as she whispered, "Two days ago... I caused a blackout and ran away." Remy nodded and then frowned, what would happen if she didn't learn how to control her powers. He shook his head and drew his daughter close. "I think I might know someone who can help." He said to Ace and then pulled out his phone to make a call.

Same Day

Westchester, New York

8pm

Inside the mansion on an estate in Westchester a aged professor named Charles Xavier sat in his office reviewing the conference in his mind. He was jerked out of his thoughts when the phone next to him rang. "Hello?" He said, picking it up. He could hear whimpering on the other end and someone trying to calm them down. "Hey Professor?" He heard as the whimpering grew quiet. "Ah, Mr. Lebeau, how have you been?" He heard a chuckle, "I've been great, in fact I'm calling to tell you I have a daughter." The Professor blinked in shock, "That's great news. What's her name and how old is she?" He heard a quiet question being asked and an even quieter answer, "Her name is Ace and she's almost eighteen, and she has a problem..." Xavier sighed already knowing where this was going, "What kind of problem?" A sigh and then, "She inherited a lot from me and she cant control some of it." Xavier nodded on his end, "Would you like to enroll her in my school?" He heard Remy laugh in the background, "That would be great! Can you send someone down to pick her up?"

Xavier silently communicated with someone fro a second and then answered, "Someone will be down in the morning. Good night Mr. Lebeau." "Good night Professor." Remy said before a dial tone was heard. "Well this is intriguing." He said with a smile as Jean walked in, "You wanted to see me Professor?" The Professor nodded, "Ah, right on time. I need you to go somewhere for me..."

Her father closed his phone and grinned at Ace, whose tears had dried up and was looking at him in curiosity. "Well that's that. Someone will be down to take you to school in the morning." He said sitting next to her. "School?" She questioned, blinking in confusion. Her dad nodded, "Professor Xavier's School for the Gifted. It's a school for mutants. I stayed there for a year and left, but many stay for a while and then start teaching themselves. Or they join the Professor's 'hero' group called the X-Men." Ace nodded and then put her hands in her pockets, only to suddenly blush and pull out a leather wallet that did not belong to her.

"Where'd you get that from?" Remy asked, eyebrow raised. Ace blushed deeper and laughed, "A guy bumped into me and didn't apologize, so I thought it'd be fair trade." She said, setting the wallet down. She looked up into her dad's red eyes and was shocked when her ruffled her hair, "That's my girl!" They both laughed and spent the rest of the evening talking.

For those of you wondering about Remy's accent, One: I'm using the Remy from X-Men Origins, where he didn't have an accent, and Two: I have no clue how to write a Cajun accent.

And in the story Remy is in his late thirties and Ace was born before the time of Origins. I just wanted to tell you that. And yes, Ace will be in contact with Remy every once in a while, because he is her dad and even though they didn't know each other for years, they still share the same blood and care for each other in a father-daughter sort of way. Kinda like Remy's making up for all the years he lost with her.

Well enough of me babbling, thanks for reading and be sure to Review. CIAO!