A/N: I always wonder why plot bunnies NEVER leave me alone. Then it hits me, they want to be written. This came to me in the middle of the DAMN night. It was a dream that needed to be written so here we go. Without further adu, a preview of my newest Jonda. Hope ya like it.

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Get the boss man's daughter out of an asylum. The asylum HE put her in. And the reason he couldn't put Remy on the job, because he needed someone who knew what it was like to be brandished insane by everyone around them. All he had to do was be brought there by Magneto and have arrangements made to put him in the cell beside Wanda Maximoff. That was all that needed to be done. John nodded at Magneto. He was ready. He was going to do this.

On the way to the asylum, not one person said anything. Remy looked straight ahead, knowing that if this went wrong he'd be losing his best friend. Colossus was worried that it wouldn't work, but somewhere in his sub-consciousness he knew that the plan was flawless. Magneto, strange as it seems, was going to miss having the human flame around. John was just waiting for his fate, almost as if a guy with a gun was in front of him and he knew that if he moved he'd be dead.

When they got there, Magneto did all the talking. Not once did John try and defend himself. He'd told himself repeatedly just to stand there and take it. The guard's nodded and started to drag John away. That's when John started to put up a fight. This was all in the plan. Struggling led people to believe that you were insane. And the one thing that those people needed to believe was that you are insane.

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John rubbed his head and sat up quickly. In the corner of the room was a girl. She looked about his age, if not a year younger. She was pretty too. Had a lot of fire in her eyes.

"WHO ARE YOU?" she demanded.

"John, sheila, and you?" he didn't need to ask, but it seemed like he'd have to do it if he wanted her to trust him.

"Wanda. I hope you don't expect conversation, because I don't do conversation." John smiled at this remark. He could have a lot of fun just trying to talk to this girl.

"So, Wanda, what are you in for?" Wanda couldn't help but smile, even if it was only just for a second. He was treating like a prison, but then Wanda realised. It was a prison made to keep the just a little unstable away from the pretty freakin' perfect people.

"I can't control my freakin' powers, straight jacket, idiot." He was making this a game. And it would probably keep her sane for a few more days.

"Well, I was packed up and sent here 'cause I kept burning stuff with fire, so I guess you could say that I can't control my freakin' powers either. So there." John stuck his tongue out at her. Something told the both of them, that even though for the next few months they'd annoy the shit out of each other, they were going to get along. Slowly, John inched his was over to her. He smiled an annoyingly charming smile and asked what life was like at the asylum.

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A/N: So this is a sneak preview for my newest project. A sort if prologue. Should be interesting. If you want to see more, feel free to review, PM or generally make my day. If not a flame will do. XD

Orla.

P.S, I need a name for this story so if you happen to think of one PLEASE, tell me.