A Promise to Keep

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters mentioned or the song this chapter is sort of based off.

A/N: Ok, I've been on a Jonda kick lately and this is the result. Oh, I also blame the song "There is no Arizona" by Jamie O'Neal, which has been stuck in my head for days and which inspired me to write this.

Oh and the ages for the characters in this story are as follows:

Todd, Kitty, Tabby - 19

Wanda, Pietro - 20

John, Fred, Lance - 21

Chapter 1

There is no Arizona

She was curled up on her bed, clutching a picture of her and John to her chest. Her mascara had smeared her cheeks from the tears she had previously shed. She had been this way for days now, slowly drowning in her own misery.

He had lied to her. He promised her a better life, away from everything that she knew and hated. He said that he would go ahead to Arizona and get things ready and then he'd send for her; that was three months ago.

That bastard, she thought angrily. Suddenly, she threw the photo across the room; it hit the wall and fell to the floor, glass shattering.

She sat up and pulled her knees up to her chest, burying her head in them. More tears formed in her eyes, but she couldn't bring herself to let them fall; he didn't deserve them. Taking a few shaky breaths, she calmed herself down enough to stand up.

She made her way over to her vanity and sat down. Looking at herself in the mirror, she sighed; she looked a mess. Her hair was sticking up in odd directions and her make-up was horribly smudged. Deciding that it was time to face the world again, she got up and headed for the bathroom.

After a long, hot bath she went back to her room and dressed in a pair of black sweat pants and a red t-shirt; not her normal attire, but she wasn't feeling up to looking her best. Besides, her stomach was sticking out a little more now and she wasn't exactly ready to let the boys' know the truth.

That was another thing, she was pregnant. She found out two weeks after he left. She wanted to wait until she saw him again, to surprise him. But that didn't happen. In the time that he had been gone, he never once called her. The only time she heard from him was when he sent her a postcard with no return address; that should have been the first clue. It read:

Wanda,

I don' know where I'm goin' next. But when I do I'll let ya know.

Luv,

John

That was the day after she found out. She wanted to write him back, but she had no idea where to send the letter. It never dawned on her that he didn't want to hear from her, or that he'd never write her again. She spent each day waiting for the mail to come, expecting to find a letter from him telling her he was coming for her; but it never came, and now she wasn't sure if it ever would.

She sighed to herself and wiped away a tear that had escaped. Opening her door, she made her way down the stairs and into the living room where her brother, Lance, and Todd were watching television. Fred was apparently in the kitchen, fixing dinner most likely.

The three of them looked up at her when she entered. She averted her eyes and sat down between Lance and Pietro on the couch; Todd was on the recliner. He knew that she was dating John, but that still didn't discourage him from hitting on her.

"Babycakes, you can always share a seat with me." Toad said, patting his lap. She sent him a threatening glare before turning her attention back to the TV. Todd was shocked that she hadn't hexed him into the wall; something was definitely up.

"Wanda, are you feeling ok?" Pietro asked his sister, looking at her oddly.

"I'm fine Pietro." She said, leaning back and closing her eyes; she ran her right hand gently over her slightly swollen belly. This didn't go unnoticed by her brother and he stared at her suspiciously. He decided not to say anything at the moment though, and went back to watching the show.

Fred came in and told them dinner was ready. Nothing that eventful happened while they ate and, once finished, they all piled into the living room again and popped in a video. This was their normal Tuesday night routine; they'd rent a movie and watch it after dinner. Pietro, however, wasn't feeling up to a movie. Worried about his sister, he pulled her aside as Lance pressed the "play" button on the remote.

"What's your problem, Pietro?" She asked angrily, glaring at him.

"We need to talk." He said seriously, grabbing her tightly by the arm and leading her up the stairs to her room. He opened the door and gently shoved her inside before shutting the door and turning on the light; she glared at him.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" She shouted, causing some of her belongings to start circling around the room dangerously. He didn't answer, just leant down and picked up the broken picture frame with the picture of her and John from the previous Christmas. "Put that down."

"Wanda, what happened?" He asked sincerely.

"It's none of your business." She said, any random objects that might have been floating dropped as she started to lose her composure. No, I will not cry in front of my brother.

"Well I'm making it my business." He said sternly, sitting down on her bed. "What happened between you and Pyro? Where is he?" He was shocked when he saw tears in her eyes; this wasn't the Wanda he knew.

"Get out." She said, barely above a whisper.

"Wanda…" He didn't get a chance to finish as she hexed him to the wall, holding him there.

"Please, just…drop it." She said pathetically, releasing her hold on him.

Pietro then did something that shocked the both of them; he pulled her into a hug. Wanda, after a minute, put her arms around her brother as well and cried into his chest. He held her close, not sure what to say; he couldn't remember the last time he'd seen her cry.

He was pissed, to put it simply, that someone had done this to her; hurt her this much. He made a silent promise to himself to kick Pyro's ass the next time he saw him.

After a few minutes, Wanda pulled away and stared at the ground. Pietro was still thinking of ways to murder a certain fire-obsessed-Aussie so he didn't hear what she said next.

"What?" He asked, looking at her with concern.

"He left me." She said a little louder, hugging herself. "He told me we were going to start over, somewhere out west; but he left and he never came back for me." Pietro glared.

"When did he leave?"

"About three months ago." She whispered.

"And he never called, or wrote?"

"He sent me a postcard two weeks after he left, but it didn't have a return address on it." She said, starting to get angry as she thought about it again. Pietro didn't say anything, just continued to glare at the wall behind her.

"You're better off without him." He said finally.

"I…" Wanda paused, unsure of how to tell him. "Pietro, I love him." There, she had said it. Pietro was gaping at her.

"What the hell Wanda? The guy up and leaves you and you still claim to be in love with him?" He yelled, pacing about the room. "I know you two dated for about two years, but still, HE LEFT YOU!"

"I'm pregnant." Wanda said quietly. Pietro stopped in his tracks.

"Oh God…" Pietro began, staring at her in disbelief; then his face paled. "You…you're serious?" She merely nodded, looking away, ashamed. "Wanda, I…" He pulled her into another hug. "I'll find him. I'll make him pay." He whispered to her.

"No." She whispered back. "I'll take care of him myself…That is, if he ever does come back."

A/N: I know Wanda is probably completely out of character, but she's upset. And I also know she's more likely to be angry and destroy things than cry, but well…she can cry if she wants to. Pietro may be ooc as well, but I don't care; they can be ooc if they want.