Disclaimer: *yawns* X-Men belongs to Marvel. And last time I checked, my name hadn't changed to Marvel....

Summary: Wanda and Todd finally go back downstairs, only to meet a wall of questions...

A/N: Yay, another chapter! *hugs all reviewers* Thank you so much! I was overwhelmed by review alerts when I checked my e-mail, and that makes me feel loved. *sniffle* Well, not too much else to say, so enjoy!

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They sat in silence, surrounded by darkness for a few minutes. Todd was staring off into space, obviously deep in thought. Wanda was staring off inot space too, but she was not in thought. Instead, she listened to the 80 mile per hour pacing of Pietro from downstairs. They were getting restless, and that would be a bad thing in three...two...one.

Todd jumped as a heavy pounding came from the other side of the door. He shot a glance at Wanda, but she was still staring straight ahead. Slowly, she rose her hand in the air and hexed the entire doorframe and door, sealing the others out.

"WANDA!"

The familiar voice of the speedster rang through, though his sisters name was spoken at such a speed that it was almost unable to be deciphered. Wanda rolled her eyes lazily to the door, knowing that Pietro would kill himself if he continued to ram into the door like that. Despite the smirk that fell upon her face at the thought, she decided to humor her frantic brother and reply.

"Go to hell Pietro."

The pounding on the door slowed down, finally stopping. The familiar, angst ridden reply had seemingly confused him.

"Where's the wart at?"

He demanded, one quick pound on the door signified that he had slammed his fist into it. Wanda looked briefly at Todd, who she could tell was already becomeing a nervous wreck inside, despite his only slightly worried expression.

"Why do you want to know, oh damned brother of mine."

Todd cringed when he heard Pietro crash through the door to his room, then return seconds later. There was an unsure rage in his voice.

"He's in there, isn't he?"

Pietro snarled through the thick oak that made up the door. Wanda sighed, clearly annoyed already. She started to stand up, and Todd offered her his shoulder to help her. She gave a remote smile, then tilted her head to one side. Todd rose a 'brow to this, and Wanda swore that she could hear gear turning in his head. When he finally got it, he hopped over to the other side of her room, opened a window, and leapt up to the roof.

Once he was gone, Wanda un-hexed the door at the exact same time Pietro had chosen to resume his charging. This resulted in Pietro nearly giving Wanda's room a new window before he skidded to a hault, still smacking into the wall but without as much force. He staggered backwards, looking around the room and finally whirling around to face a very unhappy looking Wanda.

"What-the-hell-was-that-for!?"

Pietro shreiked at her. Wanda cringed at the high pitched notes his voice carried.

"For the knowledge that sooner or later you were going to screech like a banshee. Besides that, I could ask you the same question."

Pietro's face had darkened towards her a little, unamused and seemingly concerned. Lance and Freddy ambled up the stairs, looking into Wanda's room and the conflict within, though neither joined in. They weren't geniuses, but they weren't stupid enough to get in a fight between the twins.

"Come on sis, I know something happened to you...tell me what."

"Fuck off Pietro, I'll tell you when I want too. And last time I checked, there hasn't been a single, solitary thing that I have wanted to tell you."

Pietro let out a frustrated sigh, he had hoped it wouldn't come to this...but...

"We can kick him out."

Wanda fell silent, staring into Pietro's cold azure eyes with utmost seriousness.

"Come again."

She threatened, making what should have sounded like a question a statement. Pietro took a step back into the doorway where Fred and Lance now stood. Wanda glared at him heartlessly. Her bastard brother using the other residents as body guards...how familiarly like their father...hiding from her.

"We can kick him out, back onto the streets where that scum came from. He's fair game out there you know sis, mutant haters surround us. They all know our faces now. Someone will kill him...and it can all start with us, because we all already know that no one is insane enough to want to take him in if we make him leave..."

Pietro smirked when he saw his sisters face fall a little towards the emotion of despair. He had her going now, they would get an answer from her. Wanda looked at the three of them, each in turn, keeping her face as still and stonelike as possible. But she was disappointed to find that even Fred, Todd's big brother figure, was agreeing with Pietro without a threat directed at him.

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Todd clung to the siding of the boarding house via the slime he had spit onto his hands, his tongue stuck to the gutter on the roof to secure him. He was just above Wanda's window, listening to everything. He closed his eyes for a moment, hearing the deadly silence after the threat to cast him back into the hellish streets. They were right, someone would come along and shoot him or beat him to a bloody pulp if he was recognized. He wouldn't survive out there, not now. He heard Wanda speak, and opened his eyes, listening as she uttered the words.

"I'd like to see you try Pietro, because if he goes, I'm leaving."

There was another few moments of dead silence, and Todd realized that a small smile had creapt onto his face. She really did care. He heard footsteps begin to advance towards where Wanda was standing, and began wiping the slime off on the siding, relying completely on his tongue to hold him up. He heard Lance's growling voice come through the window, moving with the footsteps.

"What'd that prick pound into your head? You don't owe him anything!"

Todd let himself lower down to beside Wanda's window, and peeking inside. Wanda was a little shorter than Lance, but she stood unintimidated by him.

"I owe him my life. And the only prick in this house is standing right in front of me...and I think he should back off..."

Without any other warning than that, Wanda hexed Lance out the door, and down the winding stairs with sickening 'thumps'. Wanda glared at Pietro and Fred. Fred shifted nervously.

"I...think I'll go check on Lance..."

And made his hasty exit. Pietro looked around, seeming small and insignificant without his 'posse' behind him.

"I'm not going to let this drop so easily sis...and Todd is as good as X-ed from the brotherhood."

Wanda watched him go, hexing the door to slam behind him. She looked towards the window as Todd pulled himself over to the sill and finally retracted his tongue and leapt inside her room. Wanda looked away from him, seeming very troubled.

"I should have just told them."

She growled at herself, turning and punching the wall. Todd made his way over to her, gently pulling her bleeding fist away from the wall.

"Hey, dun worry 'bout it, yo. I...I'll be ok."

Wanda closed her eyes angrily, but she didn't tug her fist out of his hands.

"I am still going with you if your leaving."

Todd gave a small smile.

"Thanks, babycakes. That means a lot ta me, ya know?"

Wanda opened her eyes and looked at him. The trusting, sincere look on his face made her smile just a little too.

"Yeah...it means a lot to me too."

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A/N: There you go! Chapter 2. Still not much to say. Chapter 3 might take a little longer getting uploaded, because I have this freakin huge novel to read for Honors English... O.o