A/N: Cookies to everyone! Because I'm feeling nice. :-) The answer was his mother, it's in ORIGINS… She shot herself after chasing him out of the house, very dramatic.

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Also look for the one-shot story I'll be writing and posting soon called 'Rain.' :-)

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The driveway from the mansion went down past the gates to a paved road through the woods. Pulling off her socks she pulled open the front door and stepped outside onto the cold cement of the porch. The driveway, still wet with the rain from earlier that morning, was an even darker shade of gray than usual. The air smelled crisp and clean, the scent of a fresh new day. Hesitantly she walked down the stairs and onto the sidewalk, her feet carried her to the edge of the sidewalk then onto the damp driveway covered in puddles. She stopped in the center and stood looking around herself at her surroundings, she could vaguely remember playing outside as a child.

"Hello?"

The voice of a man snapped her from her thoughts and she looked up to see a small blue car had driven up to the gates. A man was hanging out the driver's side, his hair a mess of graying brown. "I'm looking for someone, can you help me?"

Liz stared at the man blankly before finally saying, "I don't know, who are you looking for?"

The man climbed out of the car and walked up to the gates not bothering to close the door, Liz squinted at him, he looked familiar.

"I'm looking for…" He paused and looked down at the ground shifting uneasily, "for my daughter. She called a couple of days ago… I tracked her to here."

Liz blinked in shock, "Wh-what's her name?" She asked beginning to think she was being too hopeful, why would her father go through all the trouble?

The man studied her for a moment before replying with, "Liz Blake."

Liz suddenly felt heavy; she dragged her feet slowly up to the gate, "Dad?" She breathed and watched as the man before her suddenly teared up. She pushed a button opening the gate allowing the man inside; he threw his arms around her and whispered, "Oh my God."

Liz took in a shuddering breath, "I thought you didn't believe me." She said pulling back and wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand.

Her father shook his head running a shaky hand through his hair, "I didn't know what to think. Your mother had told me that… that you were dead. But when you called that night the look on her face and her reaction, I knew she had to be lying."

Liz nodded, "So she knows you're up here?"

"No," He said quickly shaking his head again, "No, she doesn't know. I can't… I can't tell her." He was afraid, afraid of what that woman could do. If she gave their only child to some government project and told him that she had died, what else was she capable of? "I'm sorry, but she can't know..." He backed away from her to the car and went around the door leaning on it, "I might not be able to come back. I just had to see if… if it was really you."

He swallowed and wiped at his eyes as he climbed into the car and closed the door.

"Y-you're leaving me again?" Liz took a step forward grabbing onto the gate.

"I'm sorry Lizzy." He said starting up the car, "I just had to see you…" And then he backed up and drove away leaving Liz standing in the middle of the road without even so much as a glance back.

Slowly, Liz turned back towards the mansion finding Logan standing on the porch, a cold expression set on his face. She shivered rubbing her arms and hesitantly walked up to him, "Guess I should be used to it by now, huh?" She smiled weakly despite the tears welling up in her eyes, "I mean… I've been dead to them for how many years? Twenty? That's a long time… believe me I know…" As she rambled on Logan wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him, "Maybe they're right, maybe I am dead…" Her head rested on his chest the tears she was so desperately trying to hold back began running down her cheeks, "Am I really dead?" She whispered, her arms stiff at her sides.

Logan shook his head, "No darlin', yer not dead." He said softly.

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Knees drawn up to her chest, X-23 sat alone in her room on her bed. 'The world's full of bastards.' She kept reminding herself as she glared at the bare white wall across from her. Everyone in the mansion had their own demons, her, Logan, and Liz all shared a demon… but she also had her own. A demon so large that it haunted her every night and every morning whether her eyes were open or closed.

She had done something so horrible that she could never let herself forget what she had done. "It wasn't your fault," She whispered to herself squeezing her eyes shut, "You didn't have a choice… there was no other choice… they would've killed you," The image of a child silently screaming made her eyes snapped open, "I'm sorry… I'm sorry…" She whispered staring at the wall.

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