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A/N: I tried to fix it, i don't know why this story is being so putzy. HAPPY FICIN'!

Remy went up to his room to put away his alcohol. He lived in a school; he couldn't just leave it out for the kids to have. He grabbed the bag with Rouge's stuff in it and headed to the other end of the mansion. He knocked on her door and opened it when he heard the 'come in'. Rogue was digging through a box of movies while Jean was sitting on her bed. Remy knew he had just interrupted some type of 'girl talk'. He placed the brown bag on Rouge's desk and sat down next to Jean.

"So, you met Liz?" Jean said after a while making Rouge look up.

He looked at her confused, then felt stupid when he remembered she could read minds.

"Yeah, and Remy don't know what ta think of her."

"She makes a strong first impression, but she's got more bark than bite. She also is wise beyond her years. Don't let her youth fool you."

"How old is she?"

"19, so don't ya go thinkin bout anything Swamp Rat," Rouge chimed in smacking him on the back of his head.

"Wait, ya knew about her?"

"Of course, most of the adults know." Jean checked her watch. "Shoot, I'm meeting Scott for dinner. I'll talk to you two tomorrow."

Jean left and Remy laid on his stomach making himself comfortable on the bed. Rouge noticed the package Remy brought and smiled as she put it in her mini refrigerator.

"Well chere, what are we goin ta do for suppa?" he asked her resting his head on a pillow.

"Ah heard about this great Italian place in the city, wanna try it out?"

"Why not, I've had enough of the lil ones for today."

An ten later the two took off in Remy's jeep for the city. They were seated in a private booth in the corner of the restaurant.

"Ya didn't by chance hear 'bout this place from Jean? Did ya?" Remy asked removing his faded brown coat to reveal a pair of blue jeans and a black sweater.

"Yeah, why d'ya ask?" she said not looking up from her menu.

"'Cuz she's over der waitin for Scott."

Rouge looked up to where he gestured. Sure enough, Jean sat at a table in the middle of the room all by herself. She was dressed in black slacks and a dark red sleeveless top. Minutes later Scott walked up to the table followed by Liz.

"Now Remy is completely confused," he said not taking his eyes off of the three.

"Leave dem be," Rouge said sharply. "Dis night is for us."

"Yeah, well..." he said looking at her. "I wonder wat dey be talkin about."

At the other table...

"How nice of you to join us Liz," Jean said giving a smile. "Please sit."

"Lets not make this anything its not Jean. I am here for the meal and the money Summers owes me."

Jean gave a look at Scott. "What did you do now?" She thought as they sat down.

"What did I have to do?" he said out loud.

"So, how are you Liz?"

Liz looked away and ordered a glass of lemonade. Why is it that that question means more to some people that it does to others? She knew what Jean was doing. She always did this when they were together in a public place so that Liz had no choice but to go along.

Liz's memory flashed to when she was 10 years old. Her father gave her a cup of lemonade while she sat on the porch of their house in a small town outside of Savanna, Georgia.

"Dad, why d'ya have to leave?" her 10 year old memory said with the accent she once had.

"Because da mutant problem ain't going to fix it's self, Beth."

She looked up at the father she respected. He was dressed in his police uniform and was about to leave for his shift. She had forgotten the time when she went by 'Beth'.

"I could help ya, and ya wouldn't get hurt," she said childishly and took a drink of the cool liquid.

"You're a tough girl and someday ya'll make me proud, but not now. Not today."

A sensation of sadness came over her. She didn't make her dad proud now, but one day she would.

"This is new." Jean popped in.

"I'm drinking lemonade. It just clicked."

"Why do you need to make him proud?"

"Because he's my father."

Liz watched as her memory was fast forward to four years later. Her mutation happened when she was going into middle school two years earlier. Her parents flipped knowing that their daughter was one of THEM. What they worked so hard to protect their family from, ends up to BE their own daughter. Her mother took her out of school and put her under house arrest while her father went from doctor to doctor to find 'The Cure'. After what was close to a year, they gave up. On this night everything came to a head.

Liz rarely saw her father then, he switched to night shifts to avoid being around his own child. He worked all night and slept all day and was drunk in between. Tonight he was off duty and drunk. Liz had worked up the courage to confront him. She found him sitting in the living room with his fifth beer of that night. She walked in the room and stood in front of him.

"Wat d'ya want mutie?" he said in a half shout.

"It wasn't mah choice ta become dis. Ah never wanted it," she yelled back.

"Ah'm so sure. Ya always tried to disappoint me. Ya got fourth place in da science fair when ya were nine. Den, ya lost ya soccer championship when ya were eleven. Now, ya turn mutie." He sloshed over to his cabinet while spilling his drink.

"So all mah life ya've never been proud of meh?" she said in amazement.

He turned and faced her pointing his gun. "Ah ain't never gonna be proud of any mutie. You ain't mah daughter and ya ain't mah family. Now get out of mah house and never come back."

He shot the gun off and it hit five feet to her left. She ran as fast as she could towards her room. After she pushed her desk in front of the door she gabbed her dad's old police bag and filled it with whatever she could find that was important. Throwing the bag over her shoulder she shimmied down the tree like she did whenever she was grounded. She got out of that state as fast as she could.

"You have to accept the past and move on," Jean chirped in again.

"Ah have," Liz thought still with a thick southern accent.

"But have you accepted who you are?"

Bits and pieces of the last five years flew in front of her eyes. She met the X-Men, who tried to make her everything that her family was against. She then ran away from the X-Men and tried to end her life, too bad Summers was there to stop her. They eventually cut a deal. She would be their little secret. No one had to know that she was connected to the leaders of the pro-mutant movement and they could make sure that she was safe and sound away from harm. In secret she felt that there was still hope that she could still become the daughter her father always wanted.

"Are you ready to order?" the waitress said snapping both Liz and Jean back into reality.

While Scott ordered his sea food Jean put her hand on Liz's shoulder.

"You are always welcome with us."

"You don't get it," Liz's voice grew dead. "I don't want to be welcomed."

A/N: Anyone get what I'm trying to do here? Long story short. Liz's father is a cop in Georgia who hates mutants. Liz was kicked out after her father could not 'fix' her. She ran away only to have the X-Men find her. After she realized that she would never make her father proud she tried to kill herself only to have Scott Summers stop her. They cut a deal that no one would know that she is apart of them and the X-Men would take care of her (money in envelope). Liz still feels that she needs to make her father proud. For now, the only reason she catches Remy's eye is because she stole his cards. (And what is Remy with out his cards?)

I hope this clears up somethings. Please R&R.