A/N: I'm not going to spend too much trouble on accents. I may shorten some words or something if I feel like it but I've come to realize I'm terrible at typing accents.

Wanda's recollection of the past few days hadn't been the best. With all the memories from the past resurfacing, she didn't have much time to burn the present into her memory. But today was her day of rest, to reclaim what she could of her thoughts.

She remembered waking up quite clearly. There was a small tremor in the house around 8am, courtesy of Lance Alvers and he muffin man nightmare. She didn't take it out on him because she had a bad dream of her own, and didn't feel like making him suffer.

There were flaming horses, three or four. They were sort of beautiful, sort of scary, but she didn't feel as if they would actually hurt her. They just stood there, in a wide, fenced-in field with their heads bending down as if they were nibbling on the grass. The grass never caught fire, when they moved the ground wasn't burnt. She recalled walking up to them in her uniform, not her day clothes. She never wore that thing very much anymore, not after Apocalypse anyway. She tried to reach out and touch one, just softly, but as her fingers were about to graze the surface of it's neck the horse took off. It's comrades followed and they ran off into the distance. She tried to chase them, follow them to where ever they were going, but they managed to clear the fence, jumping over it and off into the distance. Wanda looked over the fence desperately. She needed to see them.

The Scarlet Witch was quite curious of the meaning of the dream. Her love for magic had caused her to believe that there was some sort of magic in dreams, a sort of tapping into the subconscious that couldn't be reached when awake.

Unfortunately though, she was left with a cup of coffee and no help. Frustrated, she decided that she may take a trip. She didn't have very many friends though. She had talked to a couple of X-men, but they didn't seem more than acquaintances. School hadn't provided her with many friends, her powers made sure of that. Maybe she could visit her father...

A part of her was a little afraid to though. He had been keeping to himself after the Apocalypse thing. He didn't seemed so concerned with mutant superiority, and more about survival, and possibly even co-existence.

After much debating she settled to go there. If he wasn't there or he wasn't in the mood she could come back. She may even have a talk with one of his little Acolytes. No harm in that...

About two hours later she came across the parking lot to the new base. They had relocated, since Pyro and Gambit weren't huge fans of the cold, and were now located in a simple warehouse, from the outside anyway. She had only been in there twice, by fathers request, and didn't spend much time there during the visits.

Wanda walked up to the door and knocked twice.

"Just a minute!" An all too chipper voice replied from the other side of the door.

The door slid open and Wanda looked straight at a fiery orange haired Aussie that had opened the door. He was not dressed up in his usual jumpsuit and flamethrower, but instead had normal jeans and a T-Shirt.

"Why HELLO there luv! What brings you to our neck of the woods? Come in, come in."

She walked into the common room of the base as Pyro closed the door behind her. She glanced around and noticed how little of a mess there was, especially compared to her household. There was a couch with all of the pillows and cochins in place, a long table in front of it with a pizza box on it and an assortment of remotes on it, along with some writing utensils. In front of it was a TV that had been paused, probably a movie. There were other chairs and a few side tables for extra storage.

"Hello John, I was wondering if my father was... Is that pokemon?"

John smiled his usual, somewhat goofy smile. "The first movie!"

She looked at him with an obviously confused expression.

"But isn't that a kids show?"

He scoffed. "Of course not, it's one of the best shows ever! Well, at least it was. After got past the first 150 it just started getting crazy... Wanna know what my favorite pokemon is?" He pulled a lighter out of his pocket. "There's this GORGEOUS pokemon called Ponyta." He lit a fire ball into his hand and started shaping it. "It looks just like a little pony, but with a flaming mane and tail."

Wanda started confusedly at his hand. That was the exact horse from her dream. She reached out to touch it. John saw her hand move closer and decided to make the flame horse rear up, hoping to amuse her. She reached it just as it got on it's hind legs...

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Wanda screamed out in pain. She grabbed her head as it started pounding. All these thoughts and feelings started rushing in.

First were snippets of the asylum. Men in coats carrying her around. Barbers who were to afraid to cut her hair when she was conscious and too cheap for sleeping gas. Chains that kept her from moving at all.

Than she remembered her great escape. Agatha, she remembered Agatha helping her control her powers. Pietro, Pietro was to afraid of her at first to even talk to her, though that passed soon enough. Lance, knowing full well what had happened before the memory wipe...

Than her father. He had her taken to the base so that he could get her memories altered. He had tried to make her forget about him putting her in the dreadful place. He wanted to go on like it never happened. He forced one of his lackeys to bring her there to have her mind altered, one of his lackeys named...

"Sheila?"

Wanda's hands began to glow.

"John... Pyro, how could you?"

"Wanda, what happened?"

"You mean you don't remember?" She threw him at the wall and kept him pinned there, walking menacingly towards him. "Because I do.

"I remember taking a lovely drive on a bridge and looking up into the sky to see flames." Pyro's eyes widened. "I remember getting led to a ski range, sort of. I remember getting led to the base by a lovely little friend of Magneto's. Do you remember who it was now?"

Pyro gulped and looked at her, though his eyes appeared to be dancing. "Of course I do. It was cold as hell, that mountain. Though that's a bit of a contradiction, you underst-"

"ENOUGH!" she boomed, and hexed a few books at him.

John didn't flinch this time, he just stared at her. "Now luv, I think you need to calm down a little. These aren't our fighting clothes and you can't really blame me."

Wanda snorted. "Oh, I can't?"

"Of course not! I didn't know you than! Not that I know you now, but at least we've crossed paths before. It was a job luv, and I know you'd have done the same."

Though there was a bit of truth to this, Wanda wasn't willing to admit it. She was an angry white woman, and angry white women don't resort to logic.

"John, tell me where my father is, and I may let you go."

John pondered this and smiled.

"Never really liked the bloke anyway. You see, he's at Xavier's. I think he mentioned your pretty little head too." He smiled. "I believe that he was working out some memory putty-backy thing. Not sure."

"LIAR!" She threw a chair at him and it almost knocked him unconscious.

"JESUS WOMAN!" He looked at her angrily. It wasn't very often that you see St. John Allerdyce angry, and this was probably Wanda's first time. "What little 'perk' would I get from lying to you about that? I mean the mans been less of a dick lately but we're not exactly buddy-buddy here..."

Wanda looked into his eyes and saw the annoyance in them, but she saw no real hatred in them. "Pyro, is he really at the mansion?"

She watched his eyes as he confirmed it. She saw them show confusion, but it didn't appear that he was trying to deceive her. So she let him down onto the floor.

The next part was a blur too. She clearly remembered a snide comment from John, a hexing across a room, and than an escape to the mansion. Well, almost...

She wasn't sure why she didn't end up hexing him into the next century. That was her plan after all, to get all of the necessary details out of him than dispose of him.

But that's nowhere near how it turned out.