Our father daughter moment was ruined by Storm barging in. "Guys, we need to leave. Now. There was an attack on the President by a mutant. We need you to watch over the children while we're gone. You're gonna have to stay here this time, Baby Girl."

My dad looks pissed about it but deals with it. "Wait a minute; what did she mean when she said you have to stay here this time?"

"Um, well, the answer to that question might be…I might've joined the X-Men."

He stayed silent for a moment until it sunk in. "No. No. No. No. NO! No way! That's too dangerous."

"Aw, come on, dad! You know I can handle myself! You know I can do it. Trust me on this!"

He kept giving me that look at basically said 'Please don't beg. Anything but beg.' I gave him the puppy eyes and it made him quickly turn around. I got this small smirk on my face and started to pretend to whine like a puppy. "Urg! Fine, just knock it off with the look!"

I smiled and jumped in his arms, thanking him. That night, I kept having bad dreams about some bad memories. I woke up with a start and quietly walked to my dad's room. When I walked in, I saw he was sitting up, leaning over the bed. When I made a small step, the floor creaked a little.

My dad automatically pulled out his claws which made me jump. It was silent, neither of us moving or talking. "Scout." It wasn't a question, more like a statement like he knew it was me. "Come on out, Kid."

I did so and sat next to him on the bed. He threw his arm around me. "Couldn't sleep?" I shake my head and he asks, "Something wrong?"

"No, just had some bad memories, that's all."

I heard him chuckle a little and he stood up. "Me too." I saw he was offering his hand out to me. It took me back to before mom died. I stared at it for a minute until taking it. He brought me up next to him and threw his arm over my shoulders again. We started to walk around a little.

We were passing the kitchen when we saw somebody already there, eating some ice cream. There was Bobby, eating chocolate ice cream. He saw us in the middle of the hallway so I smiled and walked over, sitting next to him. He gave me a smile back and he grabbed a hold of my hand.

We both heard my dad clear his throat, quite loudly. I blush like mad and hear my dad sigh while opening the fridge. "Doesn't anybody sleep around here?"

"Apparently not." Bobby was gonna get a stupid wise ass attitude here in a moment, I could tell by the sound of his voice.

"Got any beer?"

"This is a school."

My dad slowly turns to us and asks, "So that's a no?"

"Yeah, that's a no."

My dad shuts the fridge, disappointed. "Got anything else other than chocolate milk?"

"I think there's some soda in that small cupboard over there." I point over to the corner of the kitchen.

He makes his way over there and grabs a glass of soda. He pops open the lid and was about to drink it before a thought came to his mind. Bobby gets a look on his face when he knows what's coming up. My dad hands the bottle over to Bobby and he just breathes on it, making it ice cold. He gives it back to my dad, with this little smirk on his face.

"Thanks."

"No problem."

My dad sits across from the both of us and starts asking my boyfriend a few questions. "How long you been here?"

"A couple years."

"Your parents just sent you off to a mutant school?"

Bobby doesn't answer for quite a while. I put a comforting hand on his shoulder and rub his arm gently, knowing how touchy he can get when the subject is about his parents. "Actually…my parents think this is a prep school."

My dad doesn't see that it bothers him so he continues. "Oh, I see. Well, I suppose lot of prep schools have their own dorms, campuses—"

"Jets." Bobby cut him off, not wanting to talk about it.

I give my dad the look and he finally stops. He jerks his head, motioning me to leave the room. I give him a cautious look but do so. I pretend to leave though, hiding behind the wall. I hear my dad. "So…you and Scout, huh?"

"Yeah." I peek over the wall and see Bobby gets this cute little smile on his face which makes me smile. "I mean, it's not what I would like it to be. We still haven't had our first kiss yet…" even from the back, I can tell my dad was instantly glaring at him which makes Bobby rethink. "…But you know, if she's not ready for that yet, then I won't rush her or anything."

He looks cautiously at my dad, hoping he said the right thing. I see my dad nod his head a little in approval. A few moments later I hear lot of footsteps running this way. I turn away from the boys and look in the direction they were coming from. The second I do, I feel someone yanking my arm back and they cover my mouth, pulling me close to their body.

I realize it was my dad, gently pushing me toward Bobby. He was confused so he spoke loudly, "What is it?"

My dad instantly shushed him. He walked into another room, leaving Bobby and I alone in the kitchen. We hear a chopper off in the distance, coming our way. Bobby gets up and starts to walk toward to window. I quickly grab a hold of his arm, making him stop and turn to me.

"Please. Don't leave me."

He looks into my now white eyes. "Don't worry, Kitten. I won't ever leave you."

He pulls me up with him and we look out the window. We never knew someone was behind us until we heard a little gunshot and my dad attacking them. My hair instantly turned white with my eyes. "You picked the wrong house, bub!"

I realized when I felt strongly about an emotion, my hair turns that color too. I scream and Bobby stepped in front of me, scared himself but protecting me. We hear one of the little girl's siren screams, making the soldier shoot his gun everywhere, almost hitting us. I yell when a bullet shot into one of my arms.

Bobby threw me under the counter, covering me with his body. The bullets were flying everywhere. I felt the blood running down my arm, the pain coming with. The soldier soon had a knife to my dad's throat, nearly killing him. But he quickly pulled out his claws and shoved the soldier against the fridge. He shoved his claws into the man chest, killing him.

He was breathing heavy and quickly turned to us. "You two alright?" only Bobby responded by nodding his head, a little scared of him. "Scout are you alright?" I shake my head instead of nodding. They both quickly come over to me and see my wound. My dad instantly starts to wrap it with a cloth he had.

We heard the choppers right over the mansion when we got up. We were about to head into the hallway when we saw a dozen soldiers out there. My dad shoved Bobby back in the kitchen, next to me. "You two, stay here. And keep her safe."

My body was shaking as he left. Bobby was trying to calm me down when I thought of somebody. Pyro. I couldn't leave my best friend so I got up and ran for the elevator with Bobby following me. "Scout, what are you doing? He said to stay here!"

We both got in and waited until we got upstairs. "We can't leave Pyro can we?" and then realization hits him, knowing one of his best friends might be in trouble.

We made it to the top and saw many people running the opposite direction to where we were going. We went down one hall and right when we turned a corner, I ran into somebody. I looked up and saw Pyro. I quickly jumped in his arms. "Thank god you're ok!"

He lets go of me and both the boys grab my hands. "Come on, we have to get out of here!"

We follow Bobby's instruction but then a window explodes, in front of us. We run the other way as fast as we could. When we get downstairs, we see many dead soldiers. I stare at them, knowing my father has already been there. We were about to make it to another hallways when one of the door banged open and showed four soldiers, pointing guns at us.

Before they even had a chance, we heard my dad yelling from upstairs, jumping down on top of them. He kills them and looks at us. "Let's go."

We follow him and when we finally make it to the secret escape; we three kids go in first. I knew what was going to happen. Right when I turned around, my dad shut the door, keeping himself out. I couldn't help but scream, "Daddy!"

It meant a lot to say that because I never called him that since my mom died. It has always been Dad. We keep running until I couldn't. I stopped the boys. "Wait! Guys, we have to go back! They're gonna kill him. They know how to."

"So what? He can take care of himself. Let's go!" Pyro explained.

I quickly turned to Bobby, pleading him, silently telling him he was my only hope. He looks between Pyro and I, wondering who he should go with. I had tears in my eyes, hoping he will stand by me. He gives me one final look until he runs toward the way we came, helping me save my dad.

We get there and open the door. I see the man Stryker, the man who killed my mom. I was behind Bobby as he made an ice wall between Stryker and my dad. "Dad, come on! Let's go!"

"Go! I'll be fine!"

"But we won't! Daddy, please!"

He turns to me, thinking back on that promise he made to me. he knows I only call him that when it's important and or I'm truly scared. He hesitates, looking back toward where Stryker was until finally rushing toward us. "Go. Keep going!" he runs inside the small entrance with us, closing the door.

Pyro waited up a head. The four of us ran toward the exit, thinking we would make it out of here. We end up in the garage and we go into a random blue car. Dad started trying to hot wire it while Bobby stated, "This is Cyclops' car."

Dad and I both turn to each other, smirking. "Oh yeah?" my dad gets out one claw and starts the car. We race out of the building and onto the main road. We were both pretty tense after that encounter and Pyro spoke up form the back. "The hell was that back there?"

I look at my dad, waiting for him to respond. "Stryker. His name is Stryker."

"And who the hell is that?" Pyro pushes.

I answer instead of my dad this time. "A foul man who killed my mom and tried to kill my dad but instead he ended up wiping his memory."

I hold back the tears as my dad turns to me. He was driving fast but he still managed to do it with one hand while his other hand grabbed a hold of mine. It was silent for a while until Pyro came up with us and tried to turn on the radio. "I don't like uncomfortable silences."

Some of the worst music came on that made the four of us all cringe at the sound of it. He tried to turn it off but the radio disappeared and came out one of the X-Men tools. "I don't think that's a CD player."

My dad grabbed it and tried to work it. He realized Pyro was still out of his seat. "Sit back." I think he was remembering the time when we got into a car accident and how we ended up at the mansion.

"Where we going?"

"Storm and Jean are in Boston. We'll head that way. They'll know what to do."

I turned around to face Bobby as we shared the same look. "My parents live in Boston."

"Good." My dad spoke with no care in his voice.

For a few hours, the three of us kids slept most of the time while my dad drove. I was tired but I didn't want to go to sleep. My dad convinced me to sleep on the way there, saying I'll need my strength if we end up in another kind of situation like the one we just got out of.

We got to Bobby's parent house in the early morning. At first we didn't know if we should knock or not but Bobby just walked right in. He called for his parents and his little brother but nobody answered. He turned to Pyro and me and said, "I'll try to find you some clothes. Don't burn anything."

I was in his room waiting. I didn't feel him approach me so when he spoke, I jumped. "Hey. Found some of my mom's old clothes. I think they're from before I was born."

I picked them up and looked at them. We turned around so our backs were facing each other so I could get dressed. I got into the clothes he brought me and when I was done, I saw he was still in the room, still turned around. I laid my hand on his shoulder and gently smiled at him.