Ok, you've all been waiting soooo...i give you Lily's Story Part 1! it's a little longer then the others because i wanted to lead into it. i'll have part two up as soon as i think of it. Again i LOVE the reviews! Thank you to everyone who's reviewed or will review! Enjoy.
"I still think this is a bad idea."
"Erik, the only reason you don't like it, is because she's human." Charles said. "And I'm still mad at you."
Charles and Erik were walking down the hallway, past closets and empty bedrooms. Erik, trailing after Charles, looking like a little lost puppy.
"I told you. Nothing happened! I just kissed her and told her she's beautiful in her normal form. That's it." Erik said, catching up to Charles with his much longer legs.
"Mm-hm."
"Hey!" Erik said, catching Charles' arm. "It the truth and maybe she wouldn't have come to me in the first place if her self-esteem wasn't so low."
"I know. I just…" Charles started dejectedly. "I wish she hadn't felt the need to go that far. Now come on, it's either her or we call someone."
They stopped in front of a closed bedroom door, knocking softly. After a few moments Moira yanked the door open.
"Alex, I don't care what you can make it sound like…oh, sorry Charles, I thought…never mind. What did you want?"
"Would you mind if we came in?" He asked with a small smile.
"No, no not at all." Moira replied, moving over to allow the men entry. "What can I do for you?"
"Erik and I were wondering…If it would be possible…"
"Will you babysit Lily instead of coming with us?" Erik asked flatly. Moira looked taken back at his bluntness.
"What he means is…we'd feel more comfortable if you would watch over her while we're gone." Charles amended quickly. Moira looked uncertain.
"I don't know. The agency won't be very happy if I'm not there." She said.
"Then don't tell them." Erik said darkly.
"Please Moira? It would be a big favor. I'll even pay you." said Charles.
"Ooo, aren't I lucky? You don't have to pull out the checkbook Charles, I'll do it."
"You will? Thank you."
"Do I have a choice?" She said laughing as she worte something down. "Here, these are codes to give the American ships. They'll designate you as a friend so they won't blow you out of the sky."
"That's possible?" Chalres asked, handing the paper to Erik.
"You're going into a war zone where, if anyone so much as twitches, we'll be going to nuclear war with the Russians." Moira said.
"Point taken."
"You know," Moira began cautiously. "I haven't really spent as much time with Lily as you guys have…"
"What's that supposed to mean?" Erik said defensivly.
"Nothing!" She said quickly. "I just was wondering if you'd found anything out about her past? I mean you guys are all going to run off and save the world right? I think I should know what I can about her now…just in case some of you don't come back."
Erik looked at Charles and shook his head after a moment. Charles stared him down before he finally threw his hands into the air.
"Fine! Do what you want! You usually do anyway." He said before storming off. Charles rolled his eyes to the ceiling, before inviting Moira to sit down.
"This will take a while." He said. "You might want to get comfortable."
"Have I done something wrong?" Moira asked, as she sat down cross legged on the bed.
"No, he doesn't trust anyone. Least of all humans." Charles repiled as he straddled a chair. "Where do you want to start?"
"Ummm…"
"I guess I should ask, do you want the story from the beginning?"
"I have been curious."
"It's not a nice story." Charles warned.
"I found her tied to a stake, Charles. How much worse could it get?"
"Much." He said. "I don't know if it's my right to tell you. I don't even know the whole thing, but…if I don't come back…"
"You will come back. I know it." Moira said reassuringly.
"If I don't, then someone needs to know besides Erik and I. Do you still want to listen?" Charles asked seriously.
Moira nodded after a moment.
"Alright. I'm going to take you back three years to Chicago, in a rundown, bad part of town. Where, in a rundown bad hotel, a young girl, who was barely fifteen years old, labored to bring a child into the world.
Rain lashed the solitary grimy window of the hotel room. On the bed a young girl, who wasn't even past childhood herself, labored hard to bring a baby into the world.
"Come on, miss. One more good push should do it!" And old women said comfortingly. The women's sweat-streaked face was illuminated by a flash of lightning. She was pale blonde with wide purple eyes and fine, almost elfin, features.
"I can't." She gasped.
"You must." The old women said kindly.
The girl bore down in one last attempt and soon the air was filled with the sound of a baby's crying.
"Let me see." The girl said weakly, falling back onto the bed.
"Oh she's beautiful miss. Purple eyes just like yours, and gold black hair! Who'd ever seen such a thing!" The old women said, swaddling the infant in a white blanket.
"Please, let me see her." The girl said again.
"You will do no such thing." Said another women coming into the room. This women was stately and commanding. She had the same purple eyes but they were much colder and much crueler.
"Here's your money, now leave!" She said. "And remember, not a word to anyone!"
"That's the deal isn't it lady?" The old women cackled as she packed up her things.
"No, please let me see her!" The young girl pleaded to the cruel women, who slapped her across the face and grabbed a fistful of her hair.
"You will not embarrass this family any longer. Do you hear me? You came back, crawling on your knees, begging me to help you. Well I have. Now you do what I say, not the other way around. Understand?" She hissed.
"Please…I just want to see my baby." The girl whispered crying. The women threw her head back on the pillow.
"Take that…thing, away from here." She said giving the old women another stack of bills. The old women took the baby and money, leaving the girl moaning and pleading in the hotel.
"You are quite the beautiful thing, even for a newborn." She said to the baby, walking out her car. "Let's see, I guess I get to name you…what's this?"
The women pulled out a note from inside the blanket.
"Please name the child Lily…those are my favorite flowers. Hm…Lily, sounds good…Little Lily."
The old women drove farther into the nieghborhood and pulled up to an old broken down apartment complex. She slowly got out of the car, pulling the baby with her. She walked over to the door and rang the buzzer.
"Almost there little Lily." She whispered.
"What?" Snapped a male voice.
"I have the goods."
"Bring it up."
"Do you have my daughter?"
"Bring it up."
The door opened to show a staircase leading up to the second floor. The old women huffed up the stairs stopping every few steps. When she finally reached the apartment door she knocked sharply. It opened a crack revealing dark cold eyes.
"I'm here to see Romeo." She said.
The eyes disappeared a moment before the door fully opened to show a dark skinned man in a suit, beckoning her to follow him. He led her to a room lit by a single, naked bulb. A young man sat behind an old broken desk, surrounded by other men in suits.
"You have the trade?" He said darkly.
"I-I want to see my daughter first." The old women said, holding Lily to her chest.
"Do you have the money?"
"Yes."
The man snapped his fingers, a pair of big dangerous-looking men pulled a beaten and bloody looking women into view.
"KAYLEE! What have you done to her?" The old women shrieked advancing toward the man.
"Ah, ah, ah." He said shaking his finger at her as he pulled out a gun. "The money and the baby."
One of the guards came up to the old women and held out his arms.
"Do you even know how to hold a baby?" She asked angrily. The big man slowly shook his head the women rolled her eyes and arranged the man's arms before gently placing Lily and the money in them.
"Support the head, that's the most important." She said. The big man went over to Romeo, who picked up the stack of money and began to count it.
"Her name is Lily." The women said.
"Mm-hm. I see no reason to keep you and your daughter here any longer, Miss. Havisham."
"You'll let us go?"
"Haha! Of course…"
"Oh thank you!"
"Not!" Romeo said laughing. "Lenny search her."
One of the guys holding Kaylee went over and pulled the women's coat open to reveal a tape recorder and microphone.
"Miss. Havisham, what your real name?" Romeo asked.
"Re-Rebecca Nealy." She said swallowing quickly.
"Got that Frank? Kaylee and Rebecca Nealy, Mom and Pop'll want to know their names." He said, pointing his gun at them as Kaylee was shoved into her mother's arms.
"Please let her go! Kaylee's innocent! Please!" Rebecca pleaded hystarically.
"I'm sorry Miss. Nealy. But I don't like liars." He said smiling cruelly as he shot both women in the head. He cleaned the gun before handing it to one of his men.
"Melt that thing down and recast it. The rest of you clean up the mess. We'll meet back at headquarters in an hour. Lloyd, you're with me."
The big man holding Lily turned to Romeo and followed him out of the room.
"You got kids right?" Romeo asked walking down and out of the building.
"No, sir." Lloyd said in a deep voice.
"Oh, why not? You're a good-looking guy, need to pass on those good genes."
"I guess I never found the right girl." He replied with a smile.
"Well, you're gonna be a daddy for an hour. Take Jake's car and go to Hillary's, she's got the stuff you'll need. Then bring her and the baby to HQ so the Grandparents can meet her" Romeo said, tossing Lloyd the keys to a car.
"Sure boss. How hard could it be?" He said smiling down at the sleeping Lily.
Half an' hour later as he pulled up to Hillary's house, Lloyd wished he'd never taken the baby anywhere. It had started out fine, he'd placed the sleeping baby on the passenger seat next to him. Then, all of a sudden, she'd started crying…and crying…and crying.
"HILLARY!" He shouted, pounding on the front door. "GET OUT HERE NOW WOMEN!"
The lights went on inside and a women's voice screeched out, "I AIN'T YOUR WOMEN, LLOYD!"
The door was yanked open by a women holding a cigarette. She had a weather beaten face, long dark hair, and was wrapped in a flowery bathrobe.
"What do you want?" She asked snipily.
"Romeo said you'd have the stuff for a baby." Lloyd said.
"So?"
"So? Is that all you can say? Come on! The kids been cryin' since I got in the car!" He said desperately. Hillary looked at him before throwing her cigarette on the ground and beckoning him inside.
"How old is it?" She asked, leading him into the kitchen.
"She's only a couple hours. She was part of a money exchange that went…unfortunate. Got any beer?" He asked looking in the fridge.
"Do you see any? God, Romeo's getting' 'em younger and younger. What's he gonna do with this one? Grow her up then sell her or will he keep her and use her for himself?" She asked getting a bottle ready and putting a diaper on Lily at the same time.
"I don't think so. He wants the Grandparents to meet her." Lloyd said sitting huffily at the kitchen table.
"What would the Grandparents want with a baby?"
"I dunno. You gotta come too."
"For the love of…fine. Here, you feed her." Hillary said shoving the bottle into Lloyd's large hands as she hurried upstairs. He looked from the bottle to Lily, then back in confusion.
"Pick her up and put the bottle in her mouth!" She shouted down the stairs.
"I knew that!" He shouted back. Lloyd picked up Lily, tried to arrange his arms like Rebecca had, and put the bottle in her mouth. Her eyes opened wide and stared at him as she sucked the formula down.
"You are so pretty." Lloyd said smiling.
"You're pretty good at that." Hillary said from behind him, dressed in a slinky evening gown. Lloyd jumped about three feet, causing Lily to start crying again.
"Yeah, well don't get used to it." Lloyd said, pushing the baby into Hillary's arms. "Ready to go?"
They drove in silence to downtown Chicago, stopping at a large hotel building.
"Park it and give the keys to Jake. It's his car, so don't get anything on it." Lloyd said tossing the keys to a valet.
"Ready?" Hillary asked, wrapping Lily more securely.
"No. have you met the Grandparents?" He asked as they were escorted into the most plush private club in all of Chicago.
"Yes, once when I was dating Romeo." She said suddering.
They were escorted to a roped off area with two security guards flanking it. They were both dressed in tuxedo's and had guns conceled under their jackets.
"What's your business?" The one on the right asked.
"We're here to see the Grandparents." Lloyd said.
"Only the girl goes through." The one on the left stood aaside as they lifted the rope for Hillary. She walked into a room filled with men, weapons, and smoke. She walked up to a very old couple dressed in eveing wear.
"Good evening, Grandmother. Grandfather." She said bowing slightly.
"Good evening, Hillary. Why have you come before us?" Grandfather asked.
"I have the child you wished to meet."
"Ah. The purple-eyed girl. Bring her here." Grandmother said, opening her arms. Hillary placed the sleeping infant in the elder womens arms.
"Oh my, she is beautiful. Her name is Lily. Is it not?"
"I don't know Ma'am. Lloyd never told me her name"
"Well, is it going to be her?" Grandfather asked.
"Look at those eyes. Yes I believe it will be her." Grandmother replied. "Your services are no longer required, Jake, pay Hillary for her time."
"May I Ma'am?" Hillary asked stepping forward.
"What?"
"She'll need to be taken care of, fed, changed, protected." She said quickly. "I was thinking perhaps…Lloyd and I could take care of her. The breaker deal is still hot, all of Chicago is looking for you. We could take her into hiding, pose as a family until you're able to come back into view."
Grandmother considered for a moment, then looked to Grandfather.
"How much?" He asked.
"Three thousand a month."
"She'd better be taken care of. If I get wind that your just taking the money and using it on yourselves…" He warned.
"Nothing of the kind will happen, Sir." Hillary said, gently taking Lily back from Grandmother. "What will her code name be?"
"Granddaughter."