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Staring at the notebook, tempted to flick through it's pages to see if there was anything written on them, Wanda walked along with absolutly no idea of where she was going. It wasn't until she ran right into the door that she realized that she was at the Acolyte base.
Taking a quick glance at the notebook again, she knocked lightly, shyly, on the door. No one answered.
She knocked a little louder, then heard a bang and a muffled explosion. Slightly worried, she was about to knock a third time when the door swung open, a soot-covered Cajun standing in it's frame. Before she could say a word, he spotted the notebook that she now hugged to her chest and pulled her in, muttering something in French that sounded like 'thank God'.
Guiding her by the elbow, he steered her to the rec room, which literally was a wreak. There was obviously a large explosion in the middle, and all the furniture was forced against the wall. There was soot everywhere, and a man that she believed was Colossus was knocked out on the couch. But that didn't draw her attention as much as the other two people in the room.
A very sooty, hairy furball that she assumed was Sabertooth was held, by his neck, high up the wall by a lean, well muscled man with bright orange hair that was still unmistakable under all the soot.
"I'm going to ask you one more time, you overgrown waste of fur: Where. Is. My. Notebook." he said in a low voice that made Wanda very scared. It was frightning. Even the furball was quaking in his boots.
"I...I...I hid it at the Brotherhood's." He squealed as John flicked open his lighter with his other hand.
"Go. Get. It. Back." At this point, Wanda was hiding behind Gambit, actually terrified in her thick biker boots. Then, of course, the Cajun made it known that she was there.
"As much fun as it would be to watch Sabes act like a Golden Retriever, I'm afraid someone's already done his job." At this, he stepped aside so that John could see her.
Shocked silence followed as John and Sabes stared at her.
Then John's eyes went as wide as dinnerplates, and he dropped Sabes to the ground, where he hurriedly scampered off. John started to make his way toward Wanda, but she backed up, her eyes on the open lighter still in his hand.
Following her line of sight, he swallowed, then closed it and stuck it in his pocket. He took another step toward her. She took another step back. She couldn't help it-after what she saw, she couldn't forget. But it killed her to see the pain and regret in his eyes. So she didn't resist when Gambit took her by the shoulders and guided her to stand a few feet in front of him. He then proceded to drag Peter out of the room, so Wanda was left alone with John.
Even after everything that she just saw happen, after everything she heard him say, it wasn't the notebook that he was looking at.
It was her.
He was clearly trying to make eye contact, to will her to look up. It was obvious how much he wanted to reach out and hug her, to get closer to her, but he was too afraid that she'd back up again. Neither knew what to do, what to say, who should make the first move.
Wanda made the decision for them.
"Here," she held the notebook out in front of her,"No one read it, or anything."
It was fairly obvious that she was fighting to keep her voice steady. It was also fairly obvious that she was failing miserably.
John's eyes slid to the notebook, and he noticed that her arm was trembling slightly. He slowly took it.
She brought her arm back and folded it tightly across her chest. She knew that her fear was obvious to John, but that didn't mean she had to go all out with it.
Making a very conscious effort to not look at him, she waited.
John looked at the notebook. His hands were turning white from how tight he was holding it. He looked up at Wanda again. Then he threw the thing onto the couch Colossus had been sitting on. He surprised her by quickly closing the space between them, taking her by the shoulders so she wouldn't back away.
"Wanda..." he started, yet still she wouldn't look at him.
"Please look at me, Wanda." After a moment's hesitation, she did.
John almost wished that she hadn't.
Her eyes were filled with fear and hurt, which was already killing him. But...she was crying.
Not sob crying, no mini waterfalls yet. But...the way her eyes were filling...it wouldn't be long.
"Wanda...I'm sorry. I really am. There was no excuse for what you saw, for what I did. Please, Wanda..." he said pleadingly. But, unlike the first one, this was a soft, serene low voice. She knew he was sorry. She could see it in his eyes. But sorry wouldn't stop the nightmares of what she saw from coming.
John looked on, staring deep into her eyes. He didn't miss that the tears were starting to overflow. So when one came loose, starting a domino effect, he moved his hands to her face and wiped them away with his thumbs. She closed her eyes and started shaking, holding in sobs. He pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her, whispering 'I'm sorry' over and over into her hair.