Meaning of Christmas and all that stuff
By Todd Fan
Disclaimer: "Fa ra ra ra ra, ra ra ra ra!"
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This is the very last chapter, how i enjoyed writing it! Seems my computer still isn't fixed, so i may have to carry on withthe musical and 'Shifting Sands' without the notes, after Christmas, ahh well.
Heartsyhawk - I am just assuming Wanda's jewish as her father is, never read much of her in the comics, mainly because the other Avengers bore me ;)
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Chapter 11 - Past, Present and Future
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Pietro moved quietly through the mutie graveyard. He wasn't alone, he stopped on the path as he saw Amanda start to leave Kurt's grave, having spent a good deal of time there. He tilted his head to the sky as a raven cawed overhead, flying off.
"Bye Boss Lady", he murmered, before giving Amanda a gentle smile, "hey".
Amanda narrowed her eyes, going to walk by without speaking to him.
"Amanda, wait", said Pietro, "i...errr.. I wanted to let you know that the company...it's a charity again".
Amanda snorted.
"Yeah, right", she said sarcastically.
"It has!", said Pietro, "i know it doesn't bring Kurt back. But...well.."
He pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to her. Amanda looked at it curiously.
"What's this?"
"It's a contract", said Pietro, "the company was created because of Kurt's death. Any profits made, by donation or otherwise, go to his remaining family for support...that would be you"
"Why...why haven't i seen this before?", asked Amanda, running her fingers over the writing.
"Because i was a greedy loser", repiled Pietro, "...but i've had a change of heart"
Amanda looked from the contract to him before nodding and smiling.
"Thank you, Pietro", she said, giving him a kiss on the cheek, "Merry Christmas"
"Merry Christmas, Amanda", he said, watching her leave.
He sighed, before turning to his final task.... he had come to pay his respects. As he passed by the gaves of Tabby, Forge and Kurt, he put a rose on each, stopping at Lance's grave to put the final one there.
"Thanks guys", he said quietly, "you taught me alot"
There was a sudden whip of wind that passed through the graveyard. Pietro blinked as on the headstone of their individual graves appeared the ghosts of Lance, Forge, Tabby and Kurt.
"...Hey, if you guys are in one place at the same time..isn't the world supposed to blow up?", he joked.
"Hardly", said Forge, rolling his eyes.
Pietro gave a nervous laugh.
"I've changed, you know i have, i did EVERYTHING right!!", he said, "you can't tell me i did it wrong"
"Yeah, you did right", said Lance, hopping off his headstone and walking over to Pietro, "you did better than right"
Pietro furrowed his brow, confused.
"Don't follow"
"Do you HONESTLY believe that us four would get off our deceased behinds to help you if we didn't have a personal stake in it?", said Tabby, crossing her arms.
"Eh?", replied Pietro.
"When you changed, you didn't just change yourself", said Forge, "you changed history, you undid time, gave it a clean slate".
"Or more precisely", said Lance, "gave US a clean slate".
Pietro blinked a few times.
"A clean slate, a second change, time to do our lives over", said Lance, "..thanks to you, of course".
Kurt gave a demonic grin, his tail swishing from side to side.
"I don't get it", said Pietro, "you get to...live again?...But you're all ghosts, sitting on your own graves"
"You will", said Lance, "see you around, Maximoff, try and keep this up, huh?"
With a puff of air, all four ghosts disipated, leaving Pietro alone.
"What the heck was all that?", said Pietro, blinking, then furrowed his brow as he heard buzzing, a LOUD buzzing.
BUUUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
"Arrgggghhh!", a 16 year old Pietro Maximoff sat bolt upright in his bed in the Brotherhood Boarding House.
He took a few deep breaths, getting himself orientated to his surroundings. He got shakily out of bed, looking at himself in a mirror kept at his bedside, taking in his teenage face...it had been so real. He walked out of his room downstairs, where Wanda was eating breakfast at the table. Pietro blinked at her before giving her a hug.
"You're not old!", he said, "you're not married to Pyro either!!!"
Wanda looked at him as if he had gone off his rocker while trying to pry him off.
"You are hugging me", she warned, "Why would i ever want to marry that insane fire-starting creep?....and what do you mean old?"
Pietro laughed manically, running outside, headlong into Lance as he was bringing in wood for the fire. Pietro blinked at his friend, patting him to make sure he was real. He glanced over at Lance's chest..no bullet holes.
"YOU'RE ALIVE!!!", he squealed, "that means the others...they're alive too. Oh yeah, who's da man?!!!"
Lance blinked at him.
"Have you been eating pixie sticks again?"
"No!!!", said Pietro, "i....oh man, i had a crazy CRAZY dream!!!...But it wasn't a dream, i'm sure it wasn't!!"
"Look out, Pietro's fallen on his head again", chuckled Todd as he walked past.
"I HAVEN'T!", Pietro said, "i can't even EXPLAIN it!"
He paused, getting an idea.
"I got a plan!!"
With a whooosh he was gone. His mind and his heart racing. First of all, he dashed off to the Institute, using his speed to cimb the gate in a flash, before racing up the wall, clining onto the windowsill of Rogue's room. Lucky for him, it was open slightly, and he squeased himself inside, falling into her room. She stirred slightly in her bed, but didn't wake. He smiled softly, leaving a tiny parcel on her bedside cabinet. He blew her a kiss before climbing out of the room and away...he had alot more to do.
A few hours later, Tabby and Kurt, bundled against the cold stopped outside an old building.
"And the note said to come here?", said Kurt, blinking at her.
"Yup", said Tabby, looking at a note in her hand, Kurt holding an identical one.
"You guys have any idea what's going on?", Forge walked over to them, also holding a note, "i got this shoved through my letter box this morning"
"This....is freaky", said Kurt, "i sure hope eets not some evil plot made by an evil super villian!!"
"You and your evil super villians", said Tabby, rolling her eyes, "can't it be something nice for once?"
"Vell, it must be aliens then!!", said Kurt, "my sister vas valking around this morning with a stupid smile on her face. Rogue does NOT smile!!. They must be sucking out the brains of all the Bayville people. Ve must be all that's left, they called us to their nest to be their slaves!!!!!"
"Kurt, get off your head trip", chuckled Forge, "before you give yourself a hernia"
Suddenly, Pietro came walking towards them all, dragging Lance behind him.
"Pietro, will you just tell me what's going on?!", he snapped as they made it to the group, "what are these losers doing here?"
"We love you too", said Tabby dryly, "Pie, did you send these?"
"Yup", said Pietro as she waved the note in his face, a grin on his face.
"You mind telling us why?", asked Forge, "or is it a strange habit of yours to send notes to people Christmas morning?"
Pietro grinned.
"Guys, i've seen nothing short of a vision today", he said proudly.
"Oh dear lord, he's going to tell us about his fantasies", groaned Kurt, "ve could do vithout eet, please".
"No, i'm not", laughed Pietro, then smirked, "I have an interesting proposition for you all...."
THE END
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Didn't expect THAT did ya? Heh heh heh. Ahem, well there we go all done. I hope you all enjoyed reading this as much as i did writing it. I wish you all a Happy Holiday, whatever you celebrate.
By Todd Fan
Disclaimer: "Fa ra ra ra ra, ra ra ra ra!"
***
This is the very last chapter, how i enjoyed writing it! Seems my computer still isn't fixed, so i may have to carry on withthe musical and 'Shifting Sands' without the notes, after Christmas, ahh well.
Heartsyhawk - I am just assuming Wanda's jewish as her father is, never read much of her in the comics, mainly because the other Avengers bore me ;)
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Chapter 11 - Past, Present and Future
****
Pietro moved quietly through the mutie graveyard. He wasn't alone, he stopped on the path as he saw Amanda start to leave Kurt's grave, having spent a good deal of time there. He tilted his head to the sky as a raven cawed overhead, flying off.
"Bye Boss Lady", he murmered, before giving Amanda a gentle smile, "hey".
Amanda narrowed her eyes, going to walk by without speaking to him.
"Amanda, wait", said Pietro, "i...errr.. I wanted to let you know that the company...it's a charity again".
Amanda snorted.
"Yeah, right", she said sarcastically.
"It has!", said Pietro, "i know it doesn't bring Kurt back. But...well.."
He pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to her. Amanda looked at it curiously.
"What's this?"
"It's a contract", said Pietro, "the company was created because of Kurt's death. Any profits made, by donation or otherwise, go to his remaining family for support...that would be you"
"Why...why haven't i seen this before?", asked Amanda, running her fingers over the writing.
"Because i was a greedy loser", repiled Pietro, "...but i've had a change of heart"
Amanda looked from the contract to him before nodding and smiling.
"Thank you, Pietro", she said, giving him a kiss on the cheek, "Merry Christmas"
"Merry Christmas, Amanda", he said, watching her leave.
He sighed, before turning to his final task.... he had come to pay his respects. As he passed by the gaves of Tabby, Forge and Kurt, he put a rose on each, stopping at Lance's grave to put the final one there.
"Thanks guys", he said quietly, "you taught me alot"
There was a sudden whip of wind that passed through the graveyard. Pietro blinked as on the headstone of their individual graves appeared the ghosts of Lance, Forge, Tabby and Kurt.
"...Hey, if you guys are in one place at the same time..isn't the world supposed to blow up?", he joked.
"Hardly", said Forge, rolling his eyes.
Pietro gave a nervous laugh.
"I've changed, you know i have, i did EVERYTHING right!!", he said, "you can't tell me i did it wrong"
"Yeah, you did right", said Lance, hopping off his headstone and walking over to Pietro, "you did better than right"
Pietro furrowed his brow, confused.
"Don't follow"
"Do you HONESTLY believe that us four would get off our deceased behinds to help you if we didn't have a personal stake in it?", said Tabby, crossing her arms.
"Eh?", replied Pietro.
"When you changed, you didn't just change yourself", said Forge, "you changed history, you undid time, gave it a clean slate".
"Or more precisely", said Lance, "gave US a clean slate".
Pietro blinked a few times.
"A clean slate, a second change, time to do our lives over", said Lance, "..thanks to you, of course".
Kurt gave a demonic grin, his tail swishing from side to side.
"I don't get it", said Pietro, "you get to...live again?...But you're all ghosts, sitting on your own graves"
"You will", said Lance, "see you around, Maximoff, try and keep this up, huh?"
With a puff of air, all four ghosts disipated, leaving Pietro alone.
"What the heck was all that?", said Pietro, blinking, then furrowed his brow as he heard buzzing, a LOUD buzzing.
BUUUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
"Arrgggghhh!", a 16 year old Pietro Maximoff sat bolt upright in his bed in the Brotherhood Boarding House.
He took a few deep breaths, getting himself orientated to his surroundings. He got shakily out of bed, looking at himself in a mirror kept at his bedside, taking in his teenage face...it had been so real. He walked out of his room downstairs, where Wanda was eating breakfast at the table. Pietro blinked at her before giving her a hug.
"You're not old!", he said, "you're not married to Pyro either!!!"
Wanda looked at him as if he had gone off his rocker while trying to pry him off.
"You are hugging me", she warned, "Why would i ever want to marry that insane fire-starting creep?....and what do you mean old?"
Pietro laughed manically, running outside, headlong into Lance as he was bringing in wood for the fire. Pietro blinked at his friend, patting him to make sure he was real. He glanced over at Lance's chest..no bullet holes.
"YOU'RE ALIVE!!!", he squealed, "that means the others...they're alive too. Oh yeah, who's da man?!!!"
Lance blinked at him.
"Have you been eating pixie sticks again?"
"No!!!", said Pietro, "i....oh man, i had a crazy CRAZY dream!!!...But it wasn't a dream, i'm sure it wasn't!!"
"Look out, Pietro's fallen on his head again", chuckled Todd as he walked past.
"I HAVEN'T!", Pietro said, "i can't even EXPLAIN it!"
He paused, getting an idea.
"I got a plan!!"
With a whooosh he was gone. His mind and his heart racing. First of all, he dashed off to the Institute, using his speed to cimb the gate in a flash, before racing up the wall, clining onto the windowsill of Rogue's room. Lucky for him, it was open slightly, and he squeased himself inside, falling into her room. She stirred slightly in her bed, but didn't wake. He smiled softly, leaving a tiny parcel on her bedside cabinet. He blew her a kiss before climbing out of the room and away...he had alot more to do.
A few hours later, Tabby and Kurt, bundled against the cold stopped outside an old building.
"And the note said to come here?", said Kurt, blinking at her.
"Yup", said Tabby, looking at a note in her hand, Kurt holding an identical one.
"You guys have any idea what's going on?", Forge walked over to them, also holding a note, "i got this shoved through my letter box this morning"
"This....is freaky", said Kurt, "i sure hope eets not some evil plot made by an evil super villian!!"
"You and your evil super villians", said Tabby, rolling her eyes, "can't it be something nice for once?"
"Vell, it must be aliens then!!", said Kurt, "my sister vas valking around this morning with a stupid smile on her face. Rogue does NOT smile!!. They must be sucking out the brains of all the Bayville people. Ve must be all that's left, they called us to their nest to be their slaves!!!!!"
"Kurt, get off your head trip", chuckled Forge, "before you give yourself a hernia"
Suddenly, Pietro came walking towards them all, dragging Lance behind him.
"Pietro, will you just tell me what's going on?!", he snapped as they made it to the group, "what are these losers doing here?"
"We love you too", said Tabby dryly, "Pie, did you send these?"
"Yup", said Pietro as she waved the note in his face, a grin on his face.
"You mind telling us why?", asked Forge, "or is it a strange habit of yours to send notes to people Christmas morning?"
Pietro grinned.
"Guys, i've seen nothing short of a vision today", he said proudly.
"Oh dear lord, he's going to tell us about his fantasies", groaned Kurt, "ve could do vithout eet, please".
"No, i'm not", laughed Pietro, then smirked, "I have an interesting proposition for you all...."
THE END
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Didn't expect THAT did ya? Heh heh heh. Ahem, well there we go all done. I hope you all enjoyed reading this as much as i did writing it. I wish you all a Happy Holiday, whatever you celebrate.