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LUCY POV

I knocked on the large wooden door and waited for the reply. There wasn't one. I knocked again like Chris had told me to and waited again. Still no reply. He told me this would probably happen, apparently it happened a lot.

"Rose?" I said as I opened the door slowly, like I had been told to do. It was like he thought she was a time bomb, just waiting to go off.

"Go away!" I heard her shout from the opposite side of the room. This was not going to be easy.

I stepped into the room and saw her sitting at her vanity table, staring at me through the mirror. "Rose, I just want to talk."

"Well I don't, so get lost." She shot out her hand in my general direction, a shower of sparks flying dangerously close to my head and slamming the door shut. Ok, definitely not going to be easy!

"You really should keep those powers under control, might hurt someone." There was no response so I carried on, walking further into the room towards her. "I got angry and smashed a mirror into a million pieces. I have 7 years bad luck to look forward too."

"Have fun with that." She certainly had my sarcasm, and at least I was finally getting a response from her.

"I will. You mirrors very pretty. How long have you had that?" Casual conversation was good, or so Ive been told many times before. Sarah always tried it with me when I was angry or upset, so it was sure to work with Rose wasn't it? I had to try.

"6 years. I got it for my birthday." Whoa! No sarcasm?! Im doing well.

"I got one just like that for my birthday once. Of course then my sister decided it looked better in her room and took it off me. You don't have that trouble."

"Why'd she take it?"

"Well mostly I think its because it was mine. But she didn't have one, she didn't want one until I had it. Of course Daddy was more than happy to let her have it." Memories flashed through my head, and for a moment I must have looked loopy as I remembered the day she came into my room and told me she was taking it. I had screamed at her so much I lost my voice for a week.

"What was that?" Rose's voice woke me from my thoughts and I snapped back to the conversation. Well I would have done, if I could remember what we were talking about. Were we even talking about anything?

"That tone. That Daddy tone you used then. That was weird."

Crap! Did I really say it like that?! I have got to stop being so bloody obvious. "Oh, that. Lets just say I don't get on very well with my Dad. With all my family to be honest. They hate me, I think they do anyway. I guess its like me and you really."

"I don't hate you." Finally she turned around to talk to me properly instead of through the mirror. "I just don't know who Im supposed to be with you. Does that make any sense at all?"

"No, it doesn't." I sensed she was about to get angry with me again so quickly added. "But that's ok, explain."

She sighed deeply and turned back to the mirror. Damn, I thought we were finally getting somewhere. "It still wont make sense if I explain it, it never makes any sense to anyone."

"Try me, I might be different." I mentally crossed my fingers and then realised how stupid I was being. I shouldn't have to bargain with her to talk to me, she's my daughter for Petes sake!

"Ok." Rose looked at me again from the mirror before turning back around. "Well, Dad has always said that you would find me, and it seemed like a really exciting thing when I was little, and whenever people asked me about you I would tell them that you weren't here and that you just hadn't found me yet. But then I got older and people started to question why you weren't here with me, and then I started to question it too because it really didn't make sense and I got really confused with it all. I just couldn't understand why you weren't with me, and then I thought you might not want me and then you were with Jareth and I thought that maybe you were looking for me there. But I wasn't there anymore, and then I thought that Aunt Calandra could help, but then she got real sick and she couldn't help me anymore, and it was Dads idea that he would help me get you." She paused to take a quick breath before carrying on.

"People can be so mean! They would always say that Dad wasn't really my Dad and that I was just a freak and no one wanted me, and I started to believe them. I started thinking that's why you didn't want me, because I was a freak. And then Dad found you and brought you here, and I should have been really happy but it just made me angry because I didn't know what people were going to say."

I tried to process everything she had said but the words were still jumbling around in my head. "So is that why you act like you do? Cos I know this tough-girl exterior is an act, I had one too."

She stood up and crossed the room, dropping down onto her bed and picking up a small tatty teddy bear that I recognised as the one I left with her. "You wanna know why Im like this? Because I'm hurt. And I'm scared. And I'm lonely. All I want is somebody to want me for who I am, not for who they want me to be. I want my life to be a perfect."

"Perfect is for the movies." I followed her and sat on the bed, pulling my legs up under me so I was sat cross-legged on the end. "And life's not like it is the movies, but still from day one everyone conspires to make you believe it is. Your mother, your father, teachers, everybody. The good guy always wins. Dreams come true. People live happily ever after with friends and family around them. All that crap that everybody makes you believe. Until that one day, when you wake up and realise that life isn't a fairytale. The bad guys always win, dreams will never come true. And there's no such thing as happily ever after."

I saw that her icy exterior was starting to thaw, maybe finally I would be able to talk to her normally, although I guess right now we were talking normally. "Unless we make it ourselves?" Her voice was low, and I could tell she really wasn't sure about what she had said.

"Exactly!" A smile spread across her face, making me remember my previous thoughts about her makeup. I jumped up off the bed and walked quickly across the room into the en-suite bathroom I knew she had. I ran some tissue under the tap then walked back into the room, to where a confused looking Rose was waiting for me. "All this." I said, pointing at the makeup on her vanity mirror before crossing back over to her, tissue ready in my hand. "You don't need this." I started gently wiping all the traces of makeup from her face, her brown eyes sparkling up at me. "Now I know what its like to be a teenager, and I know you'd give anything just to fit in, but your worth doesn't come from a blusher or eye shadow, ok? It comes from within. You are beautiful just the way you are, and anyone that doesn't see that is a fool and doesn't deserve anything to do with you."

"Really?" Her brow was creased, like she didn't believe me at all. Had no one ever told her that?

"Really."

For a moment I thought she was going to laugh and tell me how stupid I was. I know that's what I would have done if my Mom had said any of that stuff.

So she surprised me when she hugged me. "Thanks Mom."

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This chapter is quite serious, I didn't mean it to be so serious but I think it worked. What do you think?