Short Chapter I know, so maybe I'll update twice to try and make up for taking forever to update
I do not own anything in this fiction, besides Molly-Grace, everything else belongs to their rightful owners.
' Her green eyes shifted back and forth between the two men in front of her. Her cards in her hand covered her small smirk playing on her tiny lips. She had learned to hide her excitement well in times like these. The two men watched her with the same intense stare that she was giving them. It was the stare down of the century. The taller of the two men, raised a brow at the girl.
"Well, petite fille?" The man said with his french accent spilling out freely. She copied his expression well. Her eyes shifted again between the two men in front of her. They watched her with interest. This should be good.
"Papa, do you have any two's?" Her angelic voice asked the gruffier looking man. The man across the table to her right, shot her a firm glare, but sighed and handed over one of his cards. She smiled as she laid her pair of two's on the table. She looked back at her cards, then to the french man before her. "Unca Remy, do you have any kings?" She asked, a knowing smile gracing her lips. Remy stared at his niece with astonishment. He pouted as he passed her his last card. He was out. He had lost the easiest game known to man. He had lost a game of 'go fish' to a 5 year old.
"Petite tricheur." Remy muttered under his breath as he leaned back in his chair and took an angry bite out of his french fries. It was now between Logan and his daughter, Molly-Grace. She could easily win in one move if she played her cards right.
"Papa, do you have any tree's?" She asked him in that cute little kid voice. Remy chuckled as he took a sip out of his drink. They were at Burger King for a 'family' outting. They had made the mistake of driving by, and they could never say no to her. Logan smirked and shook his head no. She sighed sadly.
"Nope. Go fish blue." He said rather happily. She rolled her eyes and reached out and grabbed a card from the deck in the middle of the table. She gasped in excitement upon seeing the card. It was the one card that she wanted. She slapped her cards down on the table and beamed to the two men. Logan groaned and put his cards down on the table and, just like Remy had, took an angry bite out of his burger. Remy reached behind him and grabbed a Burger king crown that she had won by winning the game of cards. He adjusted it a little before reaching over and putting it on her head. She smiled as she slurped down her shake.'
Molly-Grace's eyes slowly opened with a slight smile on her face. That had to be her favorite family memory of all. They had a blast that day. She sat up and stretched like a cat with a yawn. She let her legs hang over the side of the table. She looked around her tiredly. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes slowly. She noticed the room was cleaner than before. Storm had come by to check on her obivously. She liked to clean when she was advoiding something. Something say . . . grief?
"Morning, arroser la fille." Her uncle said as he entered the med lab. She hopped down from the table and met him in a morning hug. He chuckled and kissed the top of her head. She looked up at him and smiled. He knew that smile all too well. She wanted something. "Ya know Remy can't let ya out, oui la fille d'eau?" Remy asked. He knew that she wanted to roam the school, sleep in her own bed again. She wanted out of the lower grounds and see sunlight again. She's been locked up in the med lab for days now.
"Aw c'mon Uncle Remy! I want outta this place. My skins itching to leave, with or with out me. You gotta spring me!" She said to him as if her life depended on it. He let out a chuckle and shook his head. He didn't want to say no to her, but what could he do? The professor had made it clear that she was to rest.
"Remy can't petite sirene. Le proff wants ya ta know dat ya food is a comin' though. Auvoir." Remy saluted her as he left the room. Molly-Grace huffed and decided to look at all the do-hickies. It wasn't long before the doors slid open again and someone new entered. Molly-Grace turned around to see Bobby holding a tray of food for her. Rogue was with him, but no John. She was holding a pair of new clothes for her to wear.
"Storm wouldn't let him down here?" Molly-Grace guessed out to them. Rogue rolled her eyes. She could swear that John and Molly-Grace knew each other better than they knew themselves sometimes. Bobby chuckled softly to himself.
"She thought he'd spring you if he came down here and you asked him to." Bobby chuckled to her. She shrugged. Not far off that woman was. She would have asked John to do exactly that, and he would have done it too if he had been allowed down here. "She's making Kitty tutor him in math now. Then bio before and after lunch." Bobby added in. Molly-Grace giggled, just picturing the sight. John would be ready to burn Kitty by the end of their math session. The cat better pray that she has better than perfect phasing reflexes.
"I bet that he tries to flame her face off by noon." Molly-Grace said, a hint of amusement playing in her voice. Rogue rolled her eyes at her friends. Bobby looked ready to wagger her bet though.
"Make it ten, and I'm in." Bobby said to her, clearly interested. The two shook hands to confirm their bet. He had placed down her breakfast on the table that they had played Candyland on a few days ago. Rogue handed her the clothes.
"We'll be outside if ya need us. Holler when ya done." Rogue said as she and Bobby went to wait outside. Once the doors were closed, she looked over her clothes. Obivously Rogue had picked out her clothes. They were actually to her liking. It was a tube top sweater like shirt that went mid drift and grey matching sweats. She slid out of her gown and put on her under garments first then her clothes. Pants were a little big, more like a lot big. Had she lost that much weight? She slipped on a new pair of socks after. She went over and knocked on the door. Seconds later Bobby and Rogue returned.
"So what's on the day plan today for you Sprite?" Bobby asked as he sat down and nibbled on her french toast. Molly-Grace slapped his hand away and moved the tray of food closer to her. He rubbed his stinging hand and pouted. Rogue giggled and sat down in between Bobby and Molly-Grace.
"Besides sleep, eat, sleep some more, and be bored? Nada thing. Why?" She asked him curiously. Truth be told, Molly-Grace's presence in Bobby's life has left quite an impression on his way of seeing things. He was beginning to let out his inner wild child side.
"I'm just saying that if we, I don't know, forgot to close the doors and accidently freeze the camera's long enough for a certain brunette to make an excape. The teachers wouldn't be hearing either of us singing like birds anytime soon." Bobby says in some weird code. The girls look at him like he's insane, but a good insane because that might just work. Bobby got up and pretty much dragged Rogue out of the room, leaving the doors open on 'accident'. Molly-Grace shook her head and laughed as she snuck out of the room. She noticed that the camera's were frosted, but the ice was quickly melting away. She hurried to the elevator and got in.
Bobby and Rogue waited by the elevator opening for Molly-Grace to appear. They had a hoodie and pair of sneakers ready. Once the doors opened, they rushed her, or well Bobby did. Both girls had skin showing. Even if it was only just her shoulders for Rogue, it was still skin. Molly-Grace hurried to tie her shoes as she hopped along with Bobby and Rogue. They lucked out. The professor was off with Logan and Storm to go recruit a new student. Silly them left Remy in charge. Scott hardly came out of his room lately since Jean's death. It hit him the hardest next to Molly-Grace.
They hurried upstairs to go to John's room. Molly-Grace noticed then she was wearing John's sweatshirt and pants. Those sneaks set this up the whole time. No wonder the pants were bigger than her, John maybe skinny, but he was twice the size of her. They were making it look like she was John. Surely they noticed the height difference between she and John? Someone was bound to realize that she was Molly-Grace and not John, right?
They made it to Bobby's and John's room with out anyone discovering her. They arrived just in time to hear a yelp and the swushing sound of John's fire on the other side of the door. Before they could react, Kitty phased out from the inside of the room in a huff with a bio book. Molly-Grace looked at Bobby's watch and smirked. It was 12:00, on the dot.
Bobby groaned and fished in his pocket for his cash, but when he opened his wallet all he found was a five. Molly-Grace smirked and took the money before he could even react. She giggled upon seeing his face as she pocketed the money in her shoe. John opened the door and looked at them curiously. Molly-Grace skipped over to his side and wrapped her arms around his waist. He looked at Rogue and Bobby then down at Molly-Grace confused.
"What's going on?" He asked her confused. She giggled, as did Rogue. Bobby just pouted and crossed his arms. Rogue patted him on the back, trying to comfort him. John was just confused.
"Bobby's buying me a drink at the club we're going to, and doing my laundry for the rest of the month." She said to him all knowingly with a smirk that could rival her own father's smirk. John rolled his eyes. He, now, knew what was going on, or at least a bit more than he did a second ago. He still didn't figure out how Molly-Grace got out of her prison down in the lower levels yet.
"You bet against her?" John asked amused to Bobby. Silence from Bobby gave him all the answers he needed. "Such a stupid boy. You never gamble with my mermaid." John said to him. He had found out the hard way not to gamble against Molly-Grace. She always won. Molly-Grace shrugged shamelessly. She was proud of the fact that she could out gamble money out of any man.
"Oh we all know that I'm awesome. Can we get going before someone figures out Sebastion here doesn't have a shorter twin?" Molly-Grace said sacastically to them. John and Bobby just rolled their eyes. Her eyes shifted between the two. They were planning something. Suddenly she was picked up and was carried down the hall by John. She pouted, but didn't resist. She just wanted to get out of this place and get to the club already.
The four entered Club Casa Blanco. Molly-Graced had shed John's sweat shirt and changed into a mini shirt in the car. Lucky they took one of the trucks, so Bobby was spared having to sit next to her while she changed. She raised her arms above her head, dancing, as she led John through the crowd. They were going to show these people how to really dance.
Rogue and Bobby just shook their heads and went to go find a booth for the foursome. They luckily found a free table and quickly snagged it. Rogue couldn't dance because of the closeness. She wouldn't risk it, but she knew Bobby was dying to dance. Only, he didn't want to leave her alone at the table.
John placed his hands on Molly-Grace's hips as she swayed them to the beat. She let herself melt into his embrace and lifted her arm up, holding the back of John's head, running her fingers through his hair. He let his lips find their way to her neck and left a trail of kisses up her arm that were wrapped around him. They were showing other people in the club that you were not to mess with their parter. She was John's, and John was Molly-Grace's. Course, some people were just too stupid to get the picture.
Bobby was watching Molly-Grace and John dancing. He really wanted to get out there and dance, but he didn't want to leave Rogue alone. He knew that she wouldn't risk danicng in a closed off spaced area, especially with him and the other two around. She just wouldn't risk it. Rogue thought it was so nice of him to stay with her, but she couldn't help but feel guilty. She noticed John coming toward them, a glare in his eyes. Molly-Grace was still dancing away though, now suddenly crowed by a bunch of people, most of them being male. She nudged Bobby to get his attention.
"Ya should go dance with GM." Rogue suggested to him. He looked wary at the idea though. He felt bad that he really wanted to go dance with Molly-Grace, or just simply go dance, when Rogue couldn't. She placed her gloved hand on his, a reasuring smile playing on her lips. "Ah know ya want ta dance Bobby. So go." She encouraged him. He hesitated for another moment before leaving to go take John's spot with Molly-Grace on the dance floor. John soon joined her, his glare on every male, including Bobby, dancing near Molly-Grace.
"I swear if one of those little fuckers touch her, I'm going to burn them where they stand." John growled, though it was more to himself than to Rogue. She saw his lighter in his hand and knew than that he was very much serious. It wouldn't be the first time that he's threw flames at someone though. The memory of John flaming down those cops flashed in her head. She shuttered at the memory.
John had enough by the end of the third song after he had sat down. Molly-Grace was being treated like a piece of meat that those insects were feeding on out there. That's what they were though. Insects. She was a god, a higher being than them. She was a mutant, and they were defenceless human scum who should be happy if they get to eat the gum under her shoe. John slammed his fists on the table, startling Rogue, and storming off to go get Molly-Grace.
Molly-Grace was dancing away, not caring who was dancing near her. Unless they touched her, then she would have a problem. Only John was allowed to touch the merchandice, and even then he's not allowed to touch all of the merchandice. She heard a growl type noise and opened her eyes to see John. Before she could say a word, she was being dragged off the dance floor, away from her admires and Bobby Drake. John brought her to an empty dark corner of the club.
"Why are you letting those . . . those insects touch you?" John growled. Molly-Grace looked at him stunned. Did he just call people insects? She didn't know what to say to him, but she didn't like where he was going before that first statement. She yanked her arm out of his viper like grip, a glare in her eyes that would drag him down into the ground six feet under.
"What the hell is your problem, John?" She growled at him. She wanted to know what he was thinking talking about people that weren't mutant like that. They weren't any lower than they were. They had hating problems against mutants sure, but not all of the humans. Some were decent, she couldn't name one off the top of her head, but she knew there was rare people who didn't have a problem with Mutants.
"We're gods among insects, Molly-Grace. They don't deserve to touch you, let alone dance near you!" John growled, a crazy look in his eyes. He sounded like . . . like Magento that day on the jet. He had said that very thing to John and herself. They were gods among insects. Sine when did he think so cruel?
"You're insane, John. You sound like Magneto!" She hissed, saying that man's name like it was poison on her lips. John still had that crazy look in his eyes, the same crazy look he had in his eyes when he started flaming up those cops back at Bobby's house. Had John finally cracked? Had he gone insane? Had he gone to the dark side? He just huffed and rolled his eyes rudely at her.
"I'm getting out of here Molly-Grace. You can either come with me now, or not." He was giving her a choice. Either come back to the mansion now, or he'd see her later tomorrow. She shook her head, maybe he'd be calmer if he had the ride home alone? He just stormed off, bumping into her shoulder roughly as he stormed off. Something seemed off about his exit though. Maybe Bobby knew something? She hurried to find Bobby and Rogue back at the booth they had snagged a while ago. She approached the table in a rush.
"Bobby! Has John been acting strange at all lately?" She asked her friend. Bobby looked like he was in thought. The clock was ticking though. What if John hadn't meant just merely going back to the mansion after all? What if he had been talking about something else entirely? She shook her head, ridding herself of that thought process.
"Besides keeping his side of the room clean, nothing that much." Bobby said, a shrug in his responce. "I mean I never thought I'd see the floor in the room again. It's like he doesn't even live there at all." Bobby added in, not adding up in his head the meaning behind his own words. Molly-Grace's jaw dropped. No. He wouldn't. He promised her. She quickly grabbed her jacket that was beside Rogue and slipped it on.
"We need to go, like, now." She shouted over the music. They just looked at her confused, not moving from their seats. "Don't just sit there and look at me like I have three heads! Ask questions later, lets go!" She said, pulling Rogue to her feet. She motioned Bobby to get Rogue's jacket and pulled Rogue with her as she raced out of the club, Bobby following close behind. She had to get there before him. She just hoped . . . he didn't take the car. Which, of course, he did. She hurried to call a taxi and pushed her two friends inside the cabi when one pulled over. She hoped she wasn't too late.
The three raced inside the mansion. Bobby and Rogue stopped to catch their breath, still not knowing what was going on. Molly-Grace hadn't told them what exactly was going on. She had just kept running up the stairs and toward Bobby and John's room. She reached the door, not caring if she was out of breath. She pushed open the door quickly.
"John!" She screamed as she entered the room, only no one was there to answer back. She noticed that on his side of the room only the stuff that he couldn't pack or that wouldn't be nessasary for him to bring were still there, but everything else was gone. It was clean, like Bobby had told her. It wasn't John's room though. Not anymore anyways. He had left to join Magneto. He had left her behind. Just like she knew he always would at some point. She couldn't catch her breath quick enough, she felt sick and dizzy. She felt like she was going to faint.
She didn't notice the two new presences behind her though. All she could see was John's empty half of the room. Her focus was blurring over, and she was seeing black spots now. She felt her knees buckle and her grip loosen on the door as her eyes rolled back and she fell into someone's arms. She vagely heard voices yelling for her to wake up, but she was too dizzy. The last thing she saw before her vision completely went black was Bobby Drake's worried face.