Well, I thought I needed Mystique and Destiny in a chapter, and I needed to introduce the Brotherhood, so why not do it at the same time?

Mystique ages a bit slower than everyone else (says so in the comics), but in this fanfiction she accepts it because many women (once they reach a certain age) begin to lie about it when people ask, even though it's obvious they're lying. Mystique is able to lie and get away with it.

BTW – The Brotherhood sections happen on the first day of school.

New Brotheration

"Well, that was beautiful, Raven," Destiny put down her knife and fork, "Remind me to have you cook it again."

Mystique smiled and collected her plate for washing up. "Your welcome. Actually, I think I've become a better cook since I gave up all that 'killing every human on the planet' business. Do you want to wash or dry?"

"Speaking of villains, you just reminded me that I have an unexpected visitor arriving at twenty past. What's the time now?"

"Five minutes 'til."

"Well, then I'll start the washing. Oh, and Raven?"

"Yes?"

"I don't want you to disturb us. I mean it. No interruptions. Otherwise you will be sleeping on the couch."

A hand slowly and hesitantly knocked on the door to the house. Inside, Mystique pelted to the door, intent on seeing who Irene's client would be. Irene sighed, wiping her hands on a tea towl hung on the back of the chair and made her way into the lounge room, which was currently draped in black curtains with a skull-and-bones motif.

Mystique opened the door and narrowed her eyes at the person standing there, "You!"

Magneto, master of magnetism, laughed nervously. ".Heh, heh... Hi, Mystique... Long time, no see...Err, is Destiny there?"

"Let him in Raven!" Destiny called from the lounge.

"Please," Mystique's voice dripping with menace, "Come in."

"Now, don't get upset Raven. You know how you get when you're upset." Destiny tried to calm down the raging Mystique.

"You knew! You bloody knew he was coming here! And you didn't say anything! Nothing!" She sniffed, "After this, I don't think I want to live in the same house as you anymore."

"Listen, I appologise for not telling you he was coming, and I'm sorry I told you to let him in to our house, but I think, and I must stress the point, that we sould have this discussion when he has gone."

Mystique looked around, "Oh, umm.. sorry... I think I might have some dishes that need taking care of." She walked off, quite sheepishly, into the adjoining kitchen.

Irene turned to the direction of Magneto, "Have a seat, and tell me what I can do for you."

Magneto was puzzled. "But, don't you already know?"

"Well, yes, but it's common curtesy. I'd prefer it if you would say."

"Oh, right. What I wanted to know was the future..."

"That is usually why everyone comes to her, yes" Mystique reappeared in the doorway, a wet dish in one hand and a tea towel in the other.

"Stop it Raven. You interrupted what he was going to say." Irene appologised, "So sorry about that. Please, continue."

"Well, what I was going to say was... I wanted to know the future for the Brotherhood. Will they pose a threat or become an ally to my cause? And who will be members of the group?"

"Lets have a look, shall we?" Irene leaned over the crystal ball, resting on a cleverly disguised coffee table and waved her hands around it.

"Hang on, I thought you didn't need a crystal ball!" Magneto stood up at the thought of being cheated.

"Of course I don't! It's just for show. Makes it look like I'm the real deal. You'd be surprised how many people believe in all that claptrap."

"Okay... sorry."

"Good. Sit down, and I shall look into the future..."

"The first two members I see look strangly familiar. They're twin boys, one taking on his uncle's powers, and one taking the power of his mother.

"I can see them in the original Brotherhood house, along with the others. The boy with black hair takes after his mother, such a pretty girl, even to that day. His name is... William. William James Maximoff. Though he prefers his codename, Wiccan. Such a quiet boy. Not like his brother.

"His brother, with white hair, seems to be called... Thomas Luke Maximoff. He has his uncle's ability, and uses it in the exact same way as his predecessor. Everyone calls him Speed. That must be his codename. The two seem to get on, but there's always a bit of sibling rivalry. Wow!"

"What? What do you see?"

"Thomas has just come home with-" Destiny started giggling "-every bra off the cheerleader squad!"

Will shook his head as he sat down in form. His brother was speeding around the room, flirting with all the girls. Somehow, they seemed to enjoy Tom's attention, who knows why, because they giggled and wrote down their numbers. As he sped past, Will flicked his wrists and halted him in his tracks.

"Hey! Whacha do that for?"

Will sighed "I know it's the first day of school, but will you please refrain from sleeping with all the girls in our form class. At least 'til the end of term"

Tom was about to argue but quickly saw his brother's point. "Ooh, yeah, ouch. I'd see them everyday after that. Wow. Thinking ahead." He nodded, "Okay, but on the last week of school, you're not to interfere." Will agreed, and they shook on it.

"Alright! Alright! Settle down everyone. I want you in seats while I check your names off." The new form teacher strode into the room. All the kids quickly found a seat.

"Psst! Didn't you forget something?" Tom whispered to his brother. "Will! Wiccan! William Maximoff! Bill! Billy! Hello? Can you here me? Billy Magnet!"

Will turned around to hit Tom for using his hated nick-name, but saw Thomas couldn't move from the spot he had hexed him into. Will waved his hand and sent him flying into the seat behind. Upon hearing a muffled crash, he leaned back and whispered "Thats for using my nick-name, Tank-Engine."

Magneto put his head in his hands. A muffled sound came out, "Whyyy meee? Why can't I have sane children?"

"You did abandon one of them at an orphanage and put the other one in a mental institution."

"Well then, why couldn't they stay there?"

"The next member is quite powerful. She wears her hair in braids, but the outstanding feature is her radiant golden eyes.

"Through these eyes, she sees the world quite differently. She sees the colours of people as their emotions and she can change them to her will.

"She is such a sickly child. Her abilities strain her eyes and give her headaches. Her mother, married to a rich, elderly gentleman, looked after her child, in the knowledge it was another man's, until Luna Maximoff's mutant ability became apparent-"

"Hang on, hang on, hang on... Maximoff? But Wanda's only had two kids!"

At recess, Luna borrowed Wiccan's mobile and phoned home. Pietro answered.

"Daddy..."

"Luna? What's wrong?"

"I don't feel too good. There's too many people and too many colours. My eyes ache."

"Do you want to come home?"

"I don't want to, but I think I should."

"Well, I'll come and pick you up. You tell Wiccan or Speed where you are and meet me at the front office."

"It's Pietro's kid you idiot!"

"Well I didn't know he's had children!"

"Wait a minute," Mystique put up her hand as she held back laughter, "Did I hear right? Your son Pietro, who has inherited your DNA, who is best known for the feat in taking four women out on a romantic date for two in four different restraunts at the same time, the guy who looks in the direction of anything that may possibly be female, that Pietro, you believed he has remained chaste???"

Magneto had the decency to be embarrassed. He mumbled something along the lines of "I didn't knooooowwwwww..." Realisation then hit him. "Oh, my god! I'm a grandfather! I have grandchildren!"

"Never thought you'd work that out so quickly," Mystique rolled her eyes. "You must have some brain there."

Irene brewed on what Magneto had said "Grandchildren. That reminds me, Raven, Justine is coming over for an unexpected visit tomorrow with Trevor. We'll have to clean up the house. Can you help me bake a cake? Trevor likes chocolate."

"Sure. Chocolate isn't my speciality, but I'll find a good recipe. And I'm sure Trevor will appreciate it."

"Justine? Trevor? Cake?"

Mystique notices the confusion on Magneto's face and decided to enlighten him. "Irene's daughter and grandchild. He's a terror, and Irene spoils him. I'm the one who has to pick up the mess. Just one kid, and he takes up so much work! Thank god I have none."

"Hang on, you have kids. What about your grandchildren, Mystique?"

She swung around, instantly defensive. "What? How dare you! I don't have any-"

"Mystique, we all know about your many illegitimate children. How many were there now?" Magneto smiled as Mystique started to squirm. "I think at last count there were around four children. The ones I know about, at least." He listed them off on his fingers, "Graydon Creed, Rogue, Nightcrawler, and the Brickman girl. And I know at least two of them have had their own children."

"I – I don't know what your talking about."

"Come on, let's face it. The thing that your really upset about is the fact that, even though you don't look it, you're old enough to be a grandmother." He played the last word out and enjoyed the look that crossed her face, a mix between fear and dread, with a hint of hatred. It was quite nice having some kind of information to torture Mystique over again.

"I'm not a..." She hesitated, "that word... and I never will be!"

"You already are! And if you mean grandmother," Mystique flinched "say grandmother!"

"Can we please just get back to the reason why you were here?" Destiny lost her patience. "Why can't I have a normal reading of a megalomaniac's future without them and Raven getting into a big fight?!"

Magneto raised an eyebrow at the outburst. He leaned over to Mystique and whispered from the corner of his mouth "It's happened before?"

She nodded, "Most of the time. You know how the head of HYDRA, she turned up here once. Before she started on the Weapon X project. She didn't believe it would kill her. We got into a bit of an argument," she smiled as she recalled that moment, "I gave her a black eye. That's why she started to wear her hair in that style."

"Heh," Magneto chuckled, nervously again.

"Well, now that we're calm, I'll continue, shall I?"

"Empath's power is greater than many others. No telepath can resist. Only one person is not affected by her power, her own sister. Well, half-sister anyway. Same father.

"Alison Tamara Smith, codename Meltdown, creates explosive energy balls, just like her mother, the Boom-Boom girl.

"Ali comes and goes, usually. She's been allowed to run wild for most of her life, but she's finally settled down for a life in the Brotherhood house, though she will still refuse to fight if she thinks there is something wrong.

"Her strong, independent nature sees that she takes care of her older sister, who hasn't much experience with crowds. Ali will fiercely defend her sister if she fears that Luna is in any danger, but will not hesitate to stop her when Empath becomes too strong.

"Their futures are strongly intertwined. I cannot see a precise path one girl will take, for it will depend on the other..."

"Well, hello there hansome."

Simon put his books on the desk and looked over at the cheshire cat grin on Ali's face. He started to smile until he realised Liz was sitting behind him.

"Urr.. Hi, Ali."

Ali moved over and sat down on the desk Simon seemed so suddenly interested in. "Haven't seen you in a while. What are you doing here?"

"Well, I..." He looked down at his dark blue jacket Sophie had given him. Simon moved the collar around so Ali could see the red circle with X embroidered on it. She was probably the only other person who would understand his situation, she too was in a kind of limbo between the opposing sides.

"Okay. Well, I thought you'd be kickin' back at a private school, or in a different Institute. Not here, of all places."

"Mum and dad wanted me to go to school where they first met. And they had a deal; if I took on Mum's abilities, I would be enrolled in Xaviers, if I had dad's, then I went to the Brotherhood. I hate to think what would have happened if I didn't take either of theirs."

"World War III comes to mind. Mum always wanted me to go to the Brotherhood. And it's kinda obvious what dad wanted."

"You know I haven't spoken to you for ages. How is everyone?"

"Pretty much the same. Except Luna managed to make it 'til recess without going home sick. You've got to admit she's getting better at handling social situations."

There was polite throat-clearing from behind them. Ali slipped back into her desk and turned to see who was behind him, as the teacher finally entered the room. Simon turned red.

"Urr.. Ali, this is Liz Summers, from the Institute... Umm.. Liz this is Alison Smith, from the Brotherhood."

"Hi Lizzie!" Ali managed to yell while whispering, while the teacher began to outline the entire course for the year. "How's it goin'?"

"Alright, I 'spose. If I make it through this lesson it'd be a bonus."

Ali smiled. "Love the purple eye. Is it a contact?"

"No, it's my eye."

"Is it just the eye?"

"Nah, I'm telepathic."

"Lemme show you what I can do." Ali created a low-charge cherry bomb and flicked it, like a marble, under where the teacher was sitting. It exploded and she yelped at the sound.

Liz stiffled a laugh. "Let me show you what else I can do."

A purple-ish blur formed in her hand, which straightened out to be a paper plane. Liz threw the plane at the teacher, who had now decided that writing on the blackboard would be much safer, and it caught her on the back of the head. The plane instantly dissapeared from sight. She turned around, ready to bust anyone who looked like they had thrown the paper plane, but even the plane had vanished.

Liz smiled at Ali, "See? No evidence."

Ali returned the grin. "This seems to be the start of a beautiful friendship."

"And...?"

Irene looked up, "And what?"

"What happens next?"

"How should I know?"

"You are the woman who can predict the future."

Destiny leaned back. "Am I? Well, I think I might need some money to jog my memory."

"What?!"

"Well she doesn't do it for free, you know."

Magneto sighed, "How much?"

Mystique handed over a piece of paper. "That should just about cover it."

"How much?! I'm not paying that!"

"Yes, you will. Unless you don't want to know when Wanda regains her memories and starts to hunt you down."

Magneto hastily scribbled out a cheque.

"Righty, where were we?"

"Don't worry about it. Instead, why don't you tell me about Wanda. Is she going to find me?"

"Yes. That'll be fifty thanks."

"You haven't answered my question."

"Yes, I have. You wanted to know if she finds you. I said yes. I belive you owe me fifty."

"I wanted an elaboration."

"Too bad. Pay up."

Magneto grudgingly handed over the money. "Okay, now tell me, when and where does she find me?"

"Don't you want to know about the leader of the Brotherhood?"

Magneto threw up his hands in defeat. "Fine. Tell me."

"Your daugher will lead them."

"What?"

"I said-"

"I didn't mishear you, it was used in a sense of surprise. Will you tell me about why my daughter will lead the Brotherhood?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I don't like you."

"What?"

"I said-"

"No! Again, I meant it as a shout of surprise, as if I wanted you to elaborate."

"Frankly, you're annoying me. I've told you enough for tonight. You'll come back in two weeks time, at half past three, just in time for afternoon tea. I'll see you then."

Mystique shut the door as Magneto made his way up the garden path. "Okay, what was all that about?"

"What was all what about?"

"You know what I mean."

"He was annoying me. Besides, I don't think he needs to know everything."

Mystique smirked, "Like what?"

"Well, when I said Wiccan takes after his mother, I didn't just mean in appearances or powers."

"So you mean...?"

"I refuse to disclose any more information on the sexual preferences of Magneto's grandson William James Maximoff."

"Well what about Wanda? You said his daughter was going to end up leading the Brotherhood."

Irene held up a finger. "Ah! I didn't say which daughter."

A teenage girl walked up the path to the Brotherhood house. The house had had many repairs and extentions built on, in wood and brick and cement and other mediums, but it still looked like the same Brotherhood house. She nervously knocked on the damaged-and-repaired door and waited for a reply.

Inside, Wanda untied her apron and turned the stove down to the lowest level. Cursing at Pietro and the others who hadn't thought of answering the door themselves and letting Wanda get on with cooking so that they would be able to eat on time, she answered the door.

Standing on the doorstep was a young girl, who mirrored Wanda in her teen years, except with longer hair and green eyes. They looked at each other, as if in acknowledgement of the strange fact.

The girl looked down at a piece of paper in her hands and back up to meet Wanda's gaze. "This is the Brotherhood, isn't it?"

Wanda nodded. The sign had been torn down years ago, when she had been particularly angry with a door-to-door salesman(1).

"I've come to join. I'm Lorna Dane."

(1) No-one was fatally hurt, Wanda liked to keep them alive so they would tell others of the danger. Even to this day, no salesman that hasn't wanted to end up in intensive care (2) has entered within miles of the Brotherhood house (3).

(2) There's always one.

(3) Which kept the neighbours that were left happy. Although no-one would dare complain.

Duh, Duh, Duh!

As I said, I own none on these characters. Ali is a bit of a tricky one, but Boom-Boom (in the comics) takes on a few different aliases, and Meltdown is one of them.

Thevixendixon – Thanks! You are awsome! Though I would have thought everyone knows of the non-acceptance of Lancitty (notice my lovely grammatical wording).

I spose living forever is like staying the same height. You're really tall compared to the others one day, but the next you're noticing that they're using your head for an arm rest. You can see the advantages of being small - It's easy to climb through the small toilet windows – but your more concerned with the disadvantages – Like how the hell you get up there in the first place.

To everyone – REVIEW! You will be super awsome if you do!

It makes me so happy to know that 4 people have read this story, so think how happy I'll be if there are 5!!!