A/N: No matter how hot it is, Remy won't be speaking in third person for this story. He just doesn't in evo for some unspeakable reason. -shrug- This chapter will contain some Romy for story purposes.
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The first thing Wanda noticed when she woke up that morning was the fact that the bed didn't feel like her own. It was better cushioned and smelled like fresh detergent and chocolate. She opened her eyes to the purple floral patterns on her pillowcase. She sat up and brushed her hand through her hair to hopefully get any small knots out. The events of the previous day were still fresh in her mind and, had she been any other girl on Gods green earth(1), she would have thought the way it turned out was completely unbelievable. Though, when you think about it, any other girl wouldn't have powers that still had a few control issues with, a father who would alter her memories, or a brother who was just a douche bag.
She stood up to turn the TV off, for all that was on at the moment was the menu for the last movie they had watched, playing on a loop waiting for someone to press something, anything. Walking back towards her bed she looked over at her sleepy roommate. His hair was even more of a mess than usual and he seemed to have managed to sprawl out everywhere on the bed BUT where the Scarlet Witch was resting. She sighed and pulled on her boots.
There was a LOT of work to be done today.
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Eric Lensherr walked into a large older-styled room that was known to those living in the household as "The Prof's office." While Magneto seemed rather rested and ready to get on with the days activities Xavier looked exhausted, with dark bags under his eyes hinting that he hadn't gotten much sleep the previous night. He was sitting (obviously) in front of a large oak desk with one chair facing him.
"Why, you look like you're more worried about this than I am."
The professor gave him a wary smile. "You didn't have the dream I had last night than." (2)
"Dream, or vision?" he retorted.
"I guess it could go either way. We'll find out soon enough, won't we?"
Magneto sat down across from him. "... Well, are you going to share or shall I start making up extravagant guesses as to what it was about?"
The Professor chuckled and seemed to feel a little better, though just a little. "I've never heard you talk quite like that before. Where'd you catch that kind of speech?"
"You obviously haven't met my Acolytes, have you?"
"Were they a hand full?"
Now it was Magneto's turn to chuckle. "Charles, that's an understatement."
"With only five of them?"
"Three of them really."
"Pyro, Gambit and...?"
"Colossus. Well, he's less of a troublemaker, more of a tagalong. Now, we've gotten so far off subject, it's terrible."
The professor sighed and folded his hands in his lap. "You see Erik, I can't exactly remember what happened in the dream."
Magneto's eyebrow perked up. "Do go on..."
"This... has never happened before. I have a feeling something bad will happen very soon that may endanger some of my students..." He paused for emphasis. "And possibly kill you."
Erik couldn't help but laugh. "KILL me? Why Charles, do you know how many people have tried and failed?"
"It only takes one to break that trend."
Magneto sobered up. "Did you have any clue who it was or the circumstances..?"
Charles started growing angry. "No! This frustrates me so much. I can't recall the dream, only how I felt after I woke up.
Magneto paused. "Maybe it's best that I leave than."
"No, no. I won't allow that, you'd be in too much danger for too long."
"But your students-"
"Are well trained," he assured the master of magnetism. "They'll be able to defend themselves. I'm just afraid they won't be able to defend you."
"I don't think I need protection from hormonal teenagers."
Charles sighed. "Erik, as a friend I am asking you to please, just stay with us for one day, at least let us see if someone makes a move or something."
Erik stood up and looked him in the eye. "Just one day, and than I must return to the base."
"That's all I can ask for."
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"John... John..." She softly spoke as she hovered over his sleeping figure, pressing his shoulder lightly. He showed no signs of waking up.
"John!" She spoke up and started shaking him. Still, the mutant did not stir.
Wanda sighed and stood back. She sat on the edge of what would have been John's bed and pulled her legs up, her knees near her chin. She lifted her hand up and a blue glow emitted from it.
Next thing John knew he was lying on the floor, fighting with a large floral demon known as the Holiday Inn comforter (3). Wanda let go of her control on the large blanket, knowing it was nearing 10 in the morning and no one wants to commit homicide on an empty stomach.
"Jesus Sheila, good morning to you too. You coulda just said something..."
"First, it's Wanda, and second, I did. Three times."
John looked up at her, finally placing the blanket underneath and around him like a puppy might when creating a bed to sleep in. "O-Oh... Eh heh." He tried to flash an award winning smile.
"Not now, John, we have to get going." She stood up and walked over to the mirror over the dresser, fixing her hair a little more and placing all of her jewelry back on. She saw John via the corner of the mirror putting his shoes on and one and a while glancing shiftily around than popping a peep into his mouth.
That small action made her smile. Maybe she needed to meet someone who wasn't so... complicated. Who wouldn't deceive her, who she wouldn't have to guess the intentions of. Someone just as crazy as her, who would never do anything like a mind alteration to change her opinion of them. Someone like...
No one, the Scarlet Witch needed no one at the moment. Maybe, maybe if she had some time to start living her life, maybe when her father was dead, she might have considered seeing the man known as St. John Allerdyce. But while he was alive, that was impossible.
"Um, excuse me, heh heh, luv, the beds are starting to be lifted off the ground... and they're blue... mind getting your head out of the clouds and fixing that?"
The beds fell to the ground with a loud 'thump'. She turned to glare at a slightly startled mutant.
"Eh heh, you know AFTER that was taken care of you can go back to your day dreaming th-"
"Lets go."
John was slightly startled. Her expression had not changed from the moment she had turned on him.
"G-Go where, Wanda?"
"To get food. I hear it helps you survive."
John smiled. "That's just a rumor, luv, but I think I may enjoy some anyway."
He walked to the door and started to go out. When he realized he wasn't being followed he paused and turned around. "You know, it takes two to tango." (4)
"That doesn't apply to the scenario at all." She hadn't moved from in front of the mirror, though she had turned back around to face it. She stood there, trying to remember why she cut her hair. She remembered being extremely angry at Pietro, and Agatha was there. She wanted to cut her hair because... because... Something to do with the guards at the asylum. She shivered. The dirty bastards liked to sniff her hair whenever she was tied down, right after she had her shower. That was probably it. ... Yes, that was it...
"Wanda luv, is it about the make-up? You look quite lovely without it..."
She sighed, ignoring his 'lovely' comment. "No, it's just... Oh never mind, it's not important."
Wanda grabbed her keys off of the side table that was in between the two beds. She headed past the door and the Aussie, who stood waiting for her in the hallway.
"Let's go."
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Rogue was laying down in her bed, reading a lovely novel on power control, as suggested by the professor, when she heard some movement by the door.
"You're getting less slick every time you come in here."
"Must be the impatience to see you, chere."
Rogue sighed and looked up from her book to see Remy walk away from the window and towards her bed. She placed her bookmark to mark her book, as is what bookmarks are for, and sat it down next to her bed, for her table was cluttered and her desk too far out of reach. Remy sat down on the edge of her purple-clad bed.
"Where's le petit femme? Usually she's still in here by the time I get in here."
"Ah don't know. Maybe it'll go in one of those unanswerable life questions lists, like why you can't just use the door."
"Oh come on Rogue, haven't you seen those old western movies where the guy jumps in the window because his girls father, the sheriff would kill him if he was caught?"
"I didn't know YOU'D have seen those movies."
Remy chuckled and leaned back against the wall. "John was on a three week country-western movie obsession last month."
"Figures." Rogue sat up and moved back against the headboard. "Why don't you go harass him anyway instead of me?"
Remy's face twisted in concern. "Well chere, I'm not exactly sure where the little firebug is..."
"Is that a bad sign."
"Very bad. Remember the fire downtown at the library?"
"John?"
"He didn't show up for three days." Remy sighed. "So, what's that book for chere?" He winked.
Rogue smiled. "Why, for the boy down the hallway of course."
Remy just smiled politely back at her. "Well chere, I guess I could deal with that. I mean, after one night of me and John drinking.."
"REMY!" She tried to shake the image out of her head while throwing a pillow at his head. She managed quite successfully considering.
"Kinda makes you want to quit with those jokes, doesn't it?"
Rogue leaned her head down dejectedly and nodded.
"Now chere, tell me about that book..."
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Wanda stared into her cup of coffee as the marshmallows swirled and danced around. The place she had chosen to eat was a very modern-like café, minus the mis-labeling of drink sizes. It had some "new age" shaped tables with metal stools for chairs along with some over-stuffed booths for that "old fashioned" trend, which was where her and John were located.
As for the Pyro, he was sitting across from her watching amusedly as she showed extreme interest in the contents of her cup. He munched on a donut with sprinkles while nursing a diet Dr. Pepper.
"Is it showing you who you're going to marry or something?"
Wanda looked up confused. "What?"
"You're staring into it like one of those little teenage girls would a crystal ball hoping to find out who their soul mate is."
"That's the oddest analogy I've heard yet."
John just shrugged and finished off his breakfast.
"Wanda luv, you haven't told me, what are we doing after this?"
"Well I was hoping that we could go to the mansion, have a talk with Xavier and find out what my fathers up to, than possibly kill him and go back to the room and get our stuff." She explained in a calm voice.
John sighed. "And there's nothing I can do to change your mind?"
"Absolutely not."
Wanda stood up. "Ready?"
"Ready as I'll ever be."
John stood up and followed her out to the car, but he didn't get in.
"I will leave you here you know."
He stood there for a second. "Yeah... I know."
Finally he gave in and sat down next to the Witch. Begrudgingly he fastened his seatbelt and sat back into the seat.
"I thought you didn't like my father?"
"When did I say that?"
"Chapter one."
"Well you know what, I don't." He sat up, getting into the conversation. "I really can't stand the bugger sometimes, but that doesn't mean I want him dead... anymore."
"So are you coming."
He smiled, but without much truth behind it. "What else to I have to do with my time?"
"Okay."
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Rogue pushed a strand of hair back behind her ear and watched amusedly as the Cajun in front of her tried to put the rubix cube back to the way it was when he first found it on Rogue's table. Neither of them had moved much in the past hour, except to retrieve the little toy, and yet they were enjoying their time together. She may not have been able to stand him sometimes, but he made her laugh, made her feel better, and playing hard-to-get was fun, even if he may not have agreed.
"Chere, since I don't want to reveal the secret to my awesome rubix completion techniques, I will now do the next part of it behind my coat."
"You're just moving the stickers around, aren't ya?"
"Don't judge me."
Instead of walking through he just tossed the toy onto the ground and it landed with a kaboom.
Just kidding, but there was one heard.
Rogue jumped up and ran out onto her balcony. She could barely see the front gates but they appeared to be bent in, almost blown off. Some of the defense weapons used in case someone opened the gate who wasn't allowed admittance were lying in scrap pieces on the ground, hence the noise.
Remy jumped onto the tree near the balcony (5) as Rogue ran down the hallway towards the entrance. Naturally, Remy was on the scene first. However, when Rogue showed up he was just standing there with a dumfounded look on his face.
Rogue understood why. The scene was quite shocking indeed. Magneto was trying to keep his balance against the assortment of yard ornaments that were being thrown at him. Xavier was lying on the ground near his wheelchair, and Rogue assumed he was thrown out of the way. He was struggling to set back up, but it seemed as if he wasn't being allowed to.
There was a blue glow almost all the way around the Scarlet Witch, and she looked very pissed off. Behind her was a slightly horrified Acolyte, who was yelling words to her that Rogue couldn't catch.
"You ruined my life.."
"Wanda listen, I know that I-"
"You tried to make me forget that." She started walking closer.
"I know that's wrong, I was-"
"You tried to fix me to fit your needs." She started lifting him up by his throat, in an almost Darth Vader-esque manner.
"I've cha-" His face twisted in obvious pain. His body started turning and scrunching up and he began grabbing for his throat.
Xavier watched horrified. "WANDA! DON'T!"
"I must". Wanda gripped her hands harder as Magneto's death drew nearer. Suddenly, she was slammed right into the ground.
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Jean Grey urged Scott to go faster as they drove towards Bayville. They were about five miles from the mansion and slowly getting closer.
"Look Jean, the speed limit is 35, I'm doing AT LEAST 37. Do you want to get pulled over?" Scott showed obvious annoyance on his face.
"Scott, LISTEN to me! There's something wrong at the mansion. I can sense it! Something's happening, something important."
"Jean, we'll get there in a couple of minutes. Don't fret."
But Jean Grey did fret, and she had all the right to.
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Wanda felt a great force on her back and upper body that she was growing quickly annoyed at. In attempting to kill her father she had left her own body all-but-defenseless. No one knew that, of course, and assumed that if they got anywhere near her they would suffer the same fate. Everyone but Pyro.
The Scarlet Witch hexed a flamingo that had been laying on the grass at the person who was on top of her, startling him and giving her enough room to flip and see who she was going to have to kill next. She could already hear Magneto gaining some breath back and Gambit running over to help him up.
"John, are you crazy?"
"I should be asking you the same thing!" He had gained a hold back on her as she flipped on her back. The Aussie straddled her to keep control, though she still struggled. Wanda was about to hex him off when she noticed a lot of emotion in his eyes, a lot of anger.
"Wanda, will you think about this for a second. This man may have done a lot of things wrong in his past, but he's changing. Kinda like how you seem to change a lot. He's made a huge mess, a couple of them really, and you know what? He's actually trying to CLEAN them up, not kill someone. Why the hell do you think he came here, for a rousing game of chess?(6)"
"How do you know those weren't just lies John, huh? Are you that naive?"
Wanda stopped fighting him for a second and looked over at her father. He was still lying on the ground while Gambit tenderly tried to help him up. He looked very sad in that state, almost pitiful.
Than she looked over at the Professor who was being helped up into his now upright again chair. He spun it to face her and closed his eyes.
Suddenly she felt an image rush into her head, a memory. It was almost like the professor had made a slide show of clips from their previous conversations. Almost all of them were about her, with very minor exceptions. She saw the pain in her fathers eyes and how unwilling he was to put her in harms way again.
"Why do you think he didn't attack you when we were coming up here? After you blew up everything and started playing tag with him and the lawn toys. Huh?"
Before John could finish they heard a thud behind them. Everyone in the vicinity looked over in the direction of Gambit and Magneto.
"I-I dunno what happened..." Gambit looked up. "He just collapsed. Does this place have a medical center or something?"
"Yes, but unfortunately no one's here. I don't want anyone touching him until Dr. McCoy get's here, I'll contact him immediately. I need you two-" he glanced at Rogue and Remy, "-to keep a close eye on his condition." He drove into the school. From the emotions he caught before he finished feeding her his memories, he thought it was safe to assume she wouldn't attack her father again.
Gambit stood over his boss and made sure that his chest was still rising and falling, showing he was breathing. Rogue sighed.
"What a day for a field trip, eh Swamp Rat?"
She didn't get a reply, not that she really expected on in this case, so she glanced over at the Witch. John had gotten off of her and allowed her to sit up. She sat on her knees and curled herself into a ball. John watched with concern and put his arms around her shoulder, similar to the events that occurred in the room the previous night. Wanda started sobbing.
"Hey John?" She said, through sniffles.
"Yeah luv?"
"What have I done?"
"Fucked everything up, luv."
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(1) My grandmother used to say that. Crazy religious bitch 3
(2) Jesus, what is it with me and dreams?
(3) Truthfully, I've never been in a holiday inn, so I'm not sure if they have floral comforters, but this is my story and if I wanted the Hilton to have complimentary unicorns in every room than dammit they WILL have complimentary unicorns in every room!
(4) Ray Charles song.
(5) Well... I'm not exactly sure if there is one by the balcony but one can assume, can't they?
(6) Actually, that was the second reason he was there, but that won't be revealed in the story.
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10 WordPerfect pages and about five hours and I'm very proud of it.
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