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"Miss Meyer, how exactly do you know of your relation to Kurt?" asked Xavier, his black eyes skewering me.

"My dad told me." I said, looking Xavier in the eye and keeping my mental barriers up. "Mystique and my dad had a very intimate relationship, so he knew a lot about her."

"Well, Blue, your mom seems to have pretty much forgotten all about you." Logan said. I liked the guy, oddly enough, he didn't sugarcoat stuff.

I shrugged. "Maybe, but I doubt she forgot all about me, because from what I understand, labor is pretty hard to forget." I replied sardonically.

"Desiree, I'm afraid that's not enough, your father may not have known as much about Mystique as you think." Xavier persisted.

"Or maybe you don't know as much about my mom as you think." I countered, feeling a tad annoyed, now. "How much do you know about my mom?"

"I'm afraid any knowledge about your mother will be limited, but-"

"In other words, not much. Well, here's what I can tell you. She's over a hundred years old, her real name is Raven Darkholme. She's given birth three times, her first son is Graydon Creed with Victor 'Sabretooth' Creed, he should be about 40 now, her second son, Kurt, and shortly after losing him, she ran away from Magneto, met my dad, and I doubt I need to tell you what happened there."

"Creed? She slept with Creed?" Wolverine snarled in disbelief. "She's that Neo-Nazi bastard's mother?"

"Apparently, although, I didn't know about him being the leader of those Nazi wannabe's until I was told today. I also didn't know about having a foster sister."

"I see, Desiree, that your reason for coming here was solely because of Kurt." Xavier seemed a little thrown by my basically calling him an idiot and not falling into line like a good little girl. "We went to your hometown to find any information about you, you see, and will tell you now that vandalism, nor promiscuity will not be tolerated if you plan to stay here."

Vandalism? Did he just say I was a whore? I groaned. "Oh for the love of God, who did you ask about me? My bible thumping neighbor? Oh God, you did didn't you? That old bat has has it out for me since she realized my parents hadn't been married." It was true, too. Miss Kelly had frequently called my dad to tell him to keep his bastard daughter out of her yard, because God knows it couldn't have been that yappy dog of her's, Kimble, that had dug up her flowers, until the day the school bus ran it over. "The single moms in that town don't like me either because they think my dad wouldn't date them because I told him not to. Just because that's how it works in the movies, doesn't mean it does in real life. So whatever you heard, it was probably a bunch of B.S.

"Everyone in that town thought I was a whore, don't ask me why, cuz' I really don't know. Maybe because I wore too many midriffs. And my act of so-called vandalism, was my neighbor's own stupid dog, digging up her freaking petunias." I sucked in a lungful of air. I was impressed with myself for doing that all in one breath. "Why did you guys go back there, anyways? You could have just waited for me to wake up."

"We weren't sure how long that would take, or how reliable whatever you said would be. When I detected you with Cerebro, you had been fighting humans, which I don't really approve of."

"Oh, but you do approve of them beating me up for being a mutant? Is that it? 'Cuz I didn't feel like being assaulted, regardless of what you approve of." I fought the urge to slap this man. Who did he think he was was? I had no reason to respect this guy, nor did I feel the slightest bit inclined to care. Didn't Xavier realize that humans weren't ignorant and innocent? That a good deal of them wouldn't hesitate in the slightest if given the chance to harm a mutant? Yeah, there were decent ones, but that didn't hide that fact that the majority were against mutants.

"She's got you there, Chuck." Wolverine snorted. "Look kid, it's obvious you don't like us, or our methods too much. But we're trying set an example here, an example of mutants can be, and if that means being 'superheroes' or letting ourselves get walked all over, then so be it, it gives guys like Creed less ammunition to turn the public against us. That work for ya?"

It did. I had never quite thought of it that way before, but it made sense. Not that they were all kids like me, but it had to tug at the heartstrings of some people, and it's not like this place was really swarming with adults. And who hadn't seen some sort of superhero comic book or movie growing up. Didn't any of them see the parallels?

"Thanks. There's someone here who actually can explain something." I smiled at Logan. "So what did you find out about when you went to my old place?"

In the early hours of that morning

Everyone kept glancing nervously at Rogue, who had been on edge since waking up and giving them the shapeshifter's name: Desiree Meyer.

In truth, Rogue was internally beating herself up for being such an idiot. I flew of the handle, now she's probably gonna hate my guts.

When Rogue had absorbed the younger girl through the tear in her glove, she ended up knocking them both out. The onslaught of memories had startled her. The images she'd gotten showed that the girl was similar to herself when she had been living with Irene. Desiree had had no close friends, but most were male, as her primary companion had been her father, who had died of lung cancer, despite that he'd weaned himself off of ciggarettes slowly over the last few years of his life. She was from California, a smallish town called Brighton*. Desiree thought very little of her mother, although she was often told that she and her mother shared a resemblance.

"We're landing on the outskirts of town. Start changing into civvies." Logan commanded from the the front of the jet.

"Ooooh, look! This place has a beach!" Kitty squealed, looking out the window and completely forgetting that they were there to find out more about Desiree. There were chuckles amongst the X-Men at Kitty's attitude.

Once they had landed, and agreed to leave Professor X, Spyke, and Beast behind to 'hold the fort' they split up into groups; Storm, Logan, Jean, and Scott would check out the girl's house, the rest would ask around town about her . The town was pretty picturesque, shopkeepers were opening up their stores, people were walking there dogs or going out for their morning jog. The only thing that seemed unusual was a group of teenage boys, holding skateboards and huddled together around a motorcycle, laughing. God only knew why they were up this early on a Saturday.

"Hey!" Rogue called out to the skaters, "You guys know where I can find a gal named Desiree Meyer?"

They boys looked a bit surprised, but one of them, a scruffy-looking guy, the eldest, it seemed, with messy brown hair and a motorcycle helmet under his arm, stepped forward. "Yeah, but she ran off months ago. Why? You looking for her?"

"I guess you could say that." Rogue admitted, "Can you tell us anything about her?"

The guys still looked surprised, but shrugged. "She was cool, y'know. I mean, I haven't been to town in months, but she was decent, got along pretty well with everyone, but she didn't really have any close friends, kept to herself most of the time. She mostly hung around with her dad. But, anyone over the age of 25 around here hated her."

Kitty frowned. "Why?"

"She had a bit of a reputation. Totally unfounded, but she was a bit of a flirt and had a thing for midriffs and stuff like that, not much else to say she was a slut." the guy said with a shrug.

"Vhat's your name?" Kurt asked out of sheer curiousity.

"Rick Jones. Look, that's all I can tell ya, but I need to bail. Gotta catch up with a buddy of mine." Rick pulled his motorcycle onto the street and hopped on, tearing down the street. As he tore off, the other guys drifted away, apparently bored now that the interrogation was over. Kitty stopped one of them to get a few more questions in.

"Hey, was there anything really weird that happened to her? Or her dad?" Kitty asked the boy.

The kid thought for a minute. "Well, nobody knows what her dad did to work. Some people say he did something for the government, but neither Des or her dad talked about it. And there was this one time a couple of years ago. She got pulled out of school for a couple of months, but when she got back she said she'd had mono, but she wasn't in the hospital, and nobody was at her house. Most people think that they bailed for some kind of vacation."

Well that sounded suspicious. "Thanks." Kitty said, releasing her hold on the guys arm. Once he was out of earshot, she turned to Kurt and Rogue. "I don't know about Mr. Meyer, but I bet that those two months weren't a vacation or mono. I bet that that was when her mutation showed up."

"It could be. If so, her dad must've taken it pretty well." Rogue commented.

Meanwhile, the other members had been able to enter the Meyer household. The place was covered in dust, and was rather small. Given that there had been only two people living here, it made sense. The living room held only a loveseat and a worn looking armchair, with a clean ashtray on it.

Logan lifted up the ashstray and sniffed it. "Hasn't been used in a while. Meyer died of cancer, no need to ask what kind."

Jean was in the girl's bedroom. It was very colorful, with bright orange walls, light blue curtains, white furniture, and a pink bedspread and a lime green pillowcase on which sat a dusty, white, stuffed rabbit. She picked up the plush toy. The room was strangely clean. Her knickknacks were all aligned carefully, her pens and pencils all placed ain a jar, no dirty laundry on the floor, even her bed was made. It was unusual for a teenage girl to have a room this clean. As she rotated slowly, surveying the room some more, Jean's foot touched something. Inspecting the thing, she found a wallet inside, no money or gift cards, only a student I.D. It showed a girl with short, spikey black hair with a few blue streaks in it, fair skin, save some freckles on her nose and cheeks, and pale, gray-blue eyes. Jean wondered if her hair had been dyed, or if Desiree had used her powers.

"Hey, Scott!" Jean called to her boyfriend, who was going through Desiree's closet, which was also immaculate, save for all the dust.

"Yeah?" He turned to face her.

"I bet if we combed through the whole house, we wouldn't find any money. She must've grabbed all the money she could and ran."

Scott nodded. "Makes sense."

Ororo stepped off the back porch of the small house into an equally small, square backyard. There was a tree with an attached swing to it, and the area was enclosed by a white picket fence. On the right side was the street and sidewalk, but on the left was backyard filled with flowers. Ororo couldn't help but be a bit impressed with the obvious care given to the garden. She noticed someone bent over a part of the flowerbed.

"Excuse, miss?" Ororo called to the woman.

The woman who looked up was at least in her fifties and had a stern expression on her face. "Well, it's about time there was woman from that house who had manners. Yes?" The woman asked.

"I was wondering if you knew anything about the girl that lived here before. If it's no trouble, of course." Storm said politely.

"Well, I can tell you that that bastard child was a brat. Her father was perfectly nice, but he made a huge mistake when he sired that little tramp. Desiree indeed." huffed the woman.

"What do you mean?" Storm asked.

"Well, she certainly spent a lot of time with the young men of this town. Good thing she left, would have led all those young men down a path of destruction."

"Oh dear."

"And to top that off, when she was younger, I can't tell you the number of times that I came out her found my gardens destroyed. My poor Kimble never was much of a guard dog. I told George over and over that he would be better off sending that girl to a reform school. I don't know how she could've gotten that horrible behavior from her father, such a sweet man, even if he turned a blind to every one of his daughter's faults, and that's a lot of blindness. Must have gotten it from that mother of hers, never met the woman, never want to."

It was several minutes before Ororo was able to get away from Miss Kelly, as she called herself. Ororo walked away unsure of what to believe. Miss Kelly had painted a rather nasty picture of the young shapeshifter, but the woman seemed to get a bit too much enjoyment in voicing her ideas of disciplining the girl.

The overall inspection of the small house revealed to be very fruitful. They were surprised that there was no food in the house, all of the garbage had been taken out, the laundry and dishes washed, folded and put away. It was as if Desiree had simply cleaned her house before running. But by far the most interesting thing they found was in her father's room; a SHIELD I.D card.

Logan got in touch with Nick Fury, which took about half an hour to do. "What can you tell me about a named George Meyer, the guy worked for you."

"Depends." Fury answered evasively.

"Look, his mutant daughter turned up in New York City last night and she's passed out in our Med. Bay. We just checked out her house and we found her father's I.D card. We just want some information on her."

There was about a minute of silence before Fury said anything. "George Meyer was a telepath. He did a bit of work for us, usually involving interrogation. He could handle combat if he had to, but that's about it. He died 6 months ago of lung cancer. His daughter's mutation showed up about two years ago when she was 14. I suggested you guys, but they weren't interested, even though she was having some issues holding an appearance. A few of our resident geniuses looked her over, helped her get control of her powers. It took about two months."

"Was Meyer that big of an asset that you could give him that kind of favor?"

"Not that much of an asset, but Brant, Sampson, van Dyne, and Pym were practically drooling when I gave them the chance to examine a mutant shapeshifter. There were plenty of perks for both sides, even for her, it got her out of a few months of school, as well as opening up a few scholarship opportunities."

"Anything come up with those tests that would explain why she cleaned her house from top to bottom before running away?"

"Yeah, I saw that in the police report. She probably cleaned just for the heck of it, but if you're talking about the food, she probably ate it all."

That raised a few eyebrows in the jet.

Fury continued. "Her digestive system is the main reason our scientists were going gonzo. Her digestive system saves anything it can use. She can go on food binges, build up her nutrients, and not become hungry for weeks, depending on how much she gorged herself."

Logan whistled. "What about her mother? I'm not hearing much about her."

"That's classified, but she's not exactly shy about it, so you'll probably find out soon enough. That's all I have to tell you, but if you want to save yourelf the headache of dealing with taking her off missing persons, give us a call. That's not a favor to you, that's just for the kid." Fury hung up on them.

I stared at them for a few moments before saying anything. "I'm trying to decide whether or not I should violated. I don't suppose I can go meet my brother now?"

*I just came up with that name.

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