"He said that he would come after you."
Sebastian listened to his daughter's worries, but he knew that they were misplaced. Sebastian was one hundred per cent sure that he was safe from Erik Lensherr. He wasn't a danger to him. He was one mutant, and one mutant couldn't beat his three.
"Erik Lensherr is no concern to me, my dear," Sebastian drawled to his daughter.
He was sat at a table on the deck, looking over the harbour as his daughter sat opposite him. He had found her some clothes to change into, deciding that some of Emma's would suffice for her. Of course, he chose some of the more conservative clothing.
She had managed to slide into the pencil skirt and brown blouse before placing her flats onto her feet. Her father had requested for her to dine with him that evening. She sat and slowly ate the salad which sat on her plate.
She took a deep breath before replying to her father. "I don't know...he seemed intent on hurting you, dad."
"Erik isn't right in the head," he complained back to her. "He will not hurt me. I shall see to that. I know that he will find me soon enough if he intends to come to the yacht."
"Then why do you not move from the yacht?" Grace dared to ask him.
She knew that he wouldn't divulge in all of the information with her. He barely told her what she wanted to know about her mother and their history. He did his best to keep her in the dark about most things. She knew that they weren't close, but she always hoped that he would tell her more.
"I don't want to move, Gracie," Sebastian sipped on his wine after drawling to her. He placed the glass back on the wooden surface and nonchalantly shrugged. "I don't see him causing me a problem."
"You know best," Grace whispered and drank her water.
She picked at her salad as Sebastian watched her, swirling his wine in his glass as he did so.
"You're scared," he commented to her.
She picked her gaze up to glance back at her father. She shrugged once at him, and sat up straight.
"I saw him kill three men with ease," Grace responded. "Of course I'm scared."
"For me or for you?" Sebastian wondered.
"For you, of course!" Grace snapped back. "It is you who he wants dead. He doesn't want to kill me."
"Does he not?" Sebastian wondered. "Has he told you that?"
"Why would he want to hurt me? He took me hostage...he was the one who could have killed me."
"You had a purpose back then," Shaw reminded her. "You were to find me. Now, I have you back and your purpose is no more, my love."
"That doesn't mean anything." Grace said, sounding as if she was trying to convince herself and not her father. "I mean, he won't hurt any of us, will he?"
"Of course not," Sebastian smiled. "I told you that already, my love. I just wanted you to know how insecure Erik really is. There is nothing to worry about so long as you stay here for a while. It isn't like you have anywhere to be, is it?"
"I do have a job," Grace replied after a moment. She took a few moments to sit and contemplate what her father was thinking. She knew what he was thinking. He saw her as a disappointment. He always had done.
"You work in a diner," Shaw said. "It is hardly stimulating work, Gracie. I've told you that I can get you a better job. You could go back to college."
"I don't want to go back to college."
"Do you want to work in a diner for the rest of your life?"
"Of course not."
"Then why not go back to college? You were studying for a Law degree, Gracie. You're a clever girl."
"I only did it because you wanted me to do it," Grace challenger her father. "I wasn't cut out for it."
"You never really tried," Sebastian said. "Besides, I didn't make you do it, Grace. I told you it would be wise to study law. It leads to a stable and steady job; a job where I don't need to look after you."
"You don't look after me now," Grace snapped.
"Who puts money into your bank account every now and then?" Sebastian asked from her.
"I don't ask you to," I snapped. "I told you that I didn't need the money. I can cope on my own."
"Below average wage in a diner?" Sebastian smirked. "Of course you can cope. I told you that you can do much better."
"And I will do one day," Grace said. "I'm old enough to stand on my own two feet."
"Let's not argue," Sebastian said and Grace remained quiet. He always could end the conversation. Grace knew that her father was manipulative, and she did her best not to conform to his ways. She failed most the time. She said nothing as Sebastian ate more of his salad, knowing full well why his daughter worked in a diner.
She hated law. She always had done. She only took it to please him. She had longed to make him happy with everything that she did. He supposed it was because he was never there for her as a child. She thought it was her fault that he didn't want to spend time with her as a small girl. Everything she did from then was to appease him.
She grew tired of it during college. She rebelled slightly, determined to make her father see her way of thinking. There was only his way of thinking though.
"Ah, Emma," Sebastian called out suddenly.
He looked over to where she stood, emerging onto the deck. Grace turned her upper half around to see the woman making her way over to her father. Sebastian stood up, his smirk growing as Emma moved closer to her. Her gaze was set on his daughter as Grace seemed to shrink further into the chair, clearly intimidated by the woman.
Grace was certain that she was a mutant. No one could be so good looking. It was hardly fair. She felt insignificant in comparison to Emma. She watched as her father placed his arms on her shoulders and kissed her on the cheek. Emma allowed her lips to tug upwards as Sebastian turned back to look down at his daughter.
"This is Emma, my love," Sebastian spoke to his daughter. "She is a telepath. It is one of her mutations."
"One?" Grace questioned her father.
Sebastian brusquely nodded at the woman and she changed into diamond form. Emma resisted the urge which came over her to roll her eyes at the obvious gaping from the young woman.
"Fantastic, isn't she?" Sebastian said as Emma changed back into her white attire. She ran a hand through her hair before nodding at the young girl.
"Close your mouth, honey," she urged her. "We don't want you to catch flies."
Grace did as she was told with reluctance, pushing her lips together as Sebastian dismissed Emma and told her that he would see her later. He continued to watch after her, his gaze one of appreciation as he did so.
"How long have you been with her?" Grace dared to ask her father, holding her water in her hand as she did so.
Sebastian smirked. "We're not together, Grace. You know me; I like to keep myself free."
Grace forced herself to return her father's smile. No, she thought, I don't know you. I don't know you at all.
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Charles Xavier grew tired as he sat in the front seat of the car. He had just had to persuade the CIA that he was no danger to them. And now he was on his way to find Shaw. There was not much known about the man from what he had heard. He was rich and wealthy, that much was apparent, but he was seemingly invisible.
"Do we not know anything about Sebastian Shaw?" Charles spoke up as he was handed a file from the man who owned Division X. The Man in Black Suit said nothing as Charles flipped through the page. There virtually was nothing about him.
"And we think that he will definitely be in Miami?" Raven checked.
"It's the only place we can consider." The suit said back to them.
Charles continued to look through the file before noticing one name on it. "It says that he has a daughter here. Have you questioned her about her father?"
"Had an agent call into the diner where she worked every day for about ten days," the suit said. "Not once did she meet with her father. She works in California and he's in Miami. I don't think that the two of them are exactly close."
"I see," Charles whispered. "It might have been wise to speak with her, just in case she knew something which we didn't."
"I can have an agent pick her up if you need me to?" Moira suggested to Charles from the driving seat. She turned her head to look at the young Professor, a small smile on her face as she did so. Raven had to resist the urge to roll her eyes at her brother's obvious flirting with the woman. He was like it with every woman he found attractive.
"It might be for the best," Charles nodded. "She could help us find Shaw."
"I'll call someone as soon as I can," Moira said.
Charles nodded once at hearing that before he took a moment to himself and began to wonder what sort of mess he had found himself in.
...
Erik Lensherr wasn't mad. Mad would be an understatement. He was furious. He only hoped that he could get the answers which he needed in Miami. He currently sat on a plane, waiting to take off into the daytime sky. The girl had been snatched from him. He could only assume she had gone back to her father and intended to tell him of what had happened to her.
Schmidt would have warning that Erik would be coming.
It wouldn't be a surprise, and he could have left by the time Erik arrived.
The thought only caused him to grow angrier with what had happened. Erik wanted the element of surprise on his side. He wanted to use the girl to his own advantage. It seemed he would have to think of something else.
Leaning back in his seat, he closed his eyes and tried to get some sleep before he came face to face with his creator.
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