I just HAD to write another chapter right away! FWEE HEE HEE! Finally! The moment we've all been waiting for- THE CONCERT! W00T! *does a happy dance*

And for several of you, you can finally stop nagging me about Wanda's powers! YAY! *more joyous dancing*

General information: *bangs head on table* uh bluh bluh bluh duhbluhduh fwee hee hee...

DISCLAIMER: Amieva used two songs' lyrics in this chapter for dramatic effect, although only one of them has really anything to do with the flow of the plot line-

Amieva: I just thought the other one was pretty-

DISCLAIMER: -ahem... *glares at Amieva* She doesn't own either one of the songs, or X-Men Evolu-

Amieva: WOAH NOW! Don't tell them that! I might lose credibility as a fan fiction writer!

DISCLAIMER: Meva, if you owned Evo, then you wouldn't BE a fan fiction writer. This would be considered main-stream.

Amieva: *sigh* I know... A girl can dream... *daydream of Wanda and John frolicking through a field of flaming flowers (16 points for alliteration!) as Simon gets chased around by an army of attack squirrels armed with Deku- sticks*

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"Turn left at this corner." Wanda pointed down the street as Simon drove. She tried not to listen to the music playing on the CD player.

DON'T TURN OUT THE LIIIIIIGGHTSSS!

She cringed at the voice of Enrique. It sounded like he got clawed in the gnads by an angry cat (*tugs on her own hair* KILL ME).

Simon's hand turned the wheel clockwise, and his sleek black sports car went right. His head continued to bob up and down to the 'music'.

"What are you doing?!" Wanda shouted, just so she could be heard over the stereo. "I said turn LEFT!"

Simon didn't seem to have heard her. Wanda pushed the stop button. He glanced at her a moment before turning his eyes back onto the road. "Something wrong, babe?"

Wand glowered at him. "The club was in the OTHER direction! Why did you turn right?"

"I decided that we shouldn't go to that concert. It looks really lame. We're going to the dance." he answered simply.

"Lame?! Simon! My friends are playing! They're expecting us to be there!"

Simon scowled from behind his sunglasses. "Wanda. I don't want to be bored all night. You spend a lot of time with your friends anyway! Who's more important? Your friends or your boyfriend?!"

Wanda, who was waiting for her opportunity to cut him off, stopped. He had called himself her boyfriend again. She looked down at her hands. She didn't want to screw things up before they really started. "Fine..."

Simon smiled victoriously. "That's what I thought." (dieeeeee.......)

~*~

"Oh my God! Ah have never been so nervous in my entire life!" Rogue set her white electric guitar down on the stand next to the tattered couch. She fumbled with the buttons of her coat. Her hands were shaking so much, her fingers couldn't do their job properly.

Remy gladly offered to help her with her coat. Together, they got the article of clothing off and everyone was finally able to see Rogue's costume.

She was dressed as a naughty nurse.

Remy got a nosebleed and had to excuse himself to go to the bathroom.

Kurt and Evan spent the next half hour laughing at him.

~*~

"Hey, can you guys see Wanda anywhere?" Amanda looked around the dance floor for her new friend.

Kitty, who was perched on Peter's shoulder, did a sweep of the room. "I don't see her, like, anywhere."

"It is possible that she and that man she was with have stopped somewhere for dinner." Peter suggested.

Kitty scowled and bit her lower lip. "I don't like that Simon Williams. I know he's, like, one of the most popular guys in the school, but he's, like, got this bad vibe around him." Peter set her down on the floor.

Amanda nodded in agreement. "I know what you mean. Didn't you guys see the look on that John guy's face when Wanda left? I thought he was going to sink right through the floor!" (Kitty can relate! Oohhh baaaad joke...)

Peter sighed. "I am afraid that my little comrade is quite infatuated with her. Ever since she came home from hospital, John has been much more, what is it you say? Mellowed-out?"

"And I've notice the way she looks at him when she thinks nobody's watching." Kitty added. "AUGH! I just wish whoever is writing this stupid teenage drama will just let those two get together!"

Amanda gawked. "Wow Kitty! I didn't know you could be so philosophical!"

Another wave of guests came into the club. "Like, I guess she gets here when she gets here."

~*~

Random Interlude! Featuring: Meggan, because we love her.

Meggan: Where did that squirrel come from? I wonder if he's hungry... Hello Mr. Squirrel! Would you like to sample one of my homemade bunt cakes? Yes... that's it. Smell it to see if it's good. There you go... Wait! No! Stop running! Come back! I NEED A FRIEND!

~*~

"Fourteen... fifteen... sixteen..." Wanda made a game of counting all the people dressed as Barbie at the dance. What else did she have to do? Simon had wandered off somewhere without saying where or for how long he was going to be gone. She wished that she was at the club with her friends. She wished she could see Rogue's costume. She wished she could hear her friends play their music. She wished she was with John, and laughing at his insane antics.

Simon came back from the refreshment table with a paper cup in hand. Wanda smiled slightly. So he was more considerate than he let off. She reached out to accept the drink, but he raised the cup to his lips and downed the liquid in one gulp. She huffed in annoyance and leaned against the wall with her arms crossed across her chest.

It had been an hour and a half since they got there, and all they did was stand around, listening to crappy music and watch people dance with a sickening vulgarity that would make Britney Spears cry.

"Hey, Wanda?" Simon breathed down her neck. She could smell traces of Vodka on his breath. Great! She was at a crappy school dance, and her date was buzzed.

"What do you want, Simon?"

"Do you wanna get out of here?"

Wanda felt like jumping around in excitement. "I thought you'd NEVER ask!" she grabbed his wrist and pulled him out the nearest exit, not seeing the wink and thumbs-up he gave a bunch of his friends.

~*~

They were just about to start their first set. 'Morpheus', 'Nightcrawler', 'Lestat' and the 'Naughty Nurse' came out on stage and were greeted by excited applause.

Rogue's knees almost gave out on her, but Remy supported her as she lowered the mic-stand. The audience 'awed' at the slight affection they witnessed. Rogue grinned from ear to ear, her mind not registering the previous location of Remy's hand. "HI EVERYONE!" she exclaimed excitedly.

They cheered.

"Thank ya! Let me start off by sayin' that ya'll are AWESOME for bein' here tonight!"

They cheered more.

Rogue scanned the crowd, doing quick math. There were at least 250 people present. "There's a dance goin' on at the highschool, but we all know that anybody who's anybody is RIGHT HERE!"

They almost went crazy.

"Ladies and Gents! Ah present, me and my boys! SOLITAIRE!"

~*~

"Where are we going, Simon?" Wanda followed behind her boyfriend as he led her down the academic hallway.

"It's a surprise. I swear, you're going to love it!"

~*~

"Tell me exactly, what am I supposed to do?
Now that I have allowed you
To beat me!!
Do you think that we could play another game?
Maybe I could win this time-"

~*~

This was officially the worst night of his life. Things had started off so well, that that jerk had to come in and ruin everything!

Plus, little kids kept on showing up at the door and interrupting his bad mood. He eventually hollered at the last gang of kids and told them to shove off. He guessed they passed the message on to everyone else. There hadn't been anyone at the door since.

John flicked his wand-lighter on and off sporadically and watched as the flame got smaller and smaller every time he did it. He was running out of fluid... He needed to use what little he had left to get revenge on Remy.

His trench coat was hanging in the hall.

Remy wasn't home.

Perfect!

~*~

The room was pitch black until a bright light flashed on, and Wanda had to squint before she got a headache. There were large machines and pipes everywhere. It was extremely warm in this room. Wanda took off her jacket because of the heat.

Simon led her to a blanket on the floor. He sat down and patted the spot next to him. Wanda followed suit, setting her jacket beside her.

"Why are we in the Boiler Room?"

Simon cut her off by pressing his lips against hers. She didn't have time to respond before he stuck his tongue down her throat.

~*~

Meggan: COME BACK MR. SQUIRREL!

~*~

A small girl, wearing many layers of clothing, approached Kitty, Amanda and Peter. She tugged at Kitty's sleeve, making her jump. Kitty faced the little girl and gasped.

She had a very pale face, even more so that Rogue, and very thin fingers. She looked like she had been shoved in a cupboard and starved for a few weeks. "Excuse me, are you X-Men?" she asked in a quiet voice.

Kitty calmed herself. "Yea, I am! Who are you?"

"Evan told me to find X-Men and wait for him with them. My name's Sarah."

"OH! You're the Morlock girl he's told us about! My name's Kitty! And this is Peter, and Amanda."

Sarah was exceedingly relieved that she had found friends.

~*~

"We're living in desperate times
These are desperate times my dear
There's no way out of here
There's no way out I fear

I've been holding back all of my tears
Just look don't push
Or don't shove
Like a time bomb ticking away
I'm might blow up somebody

Don't push
Don't shove
You better watch what you do

When my back's to the wall
I might try anything at all
When my back's to the wall
I might try anything at all

~*~

She felt his hand start to pull her shirt up her back. Wanda tried to give him the idea by shoving on his chest lightly. That didn't stop the hormone driven male. He continued to fiddle with her clothing, along with keeping his mouth over hers.

Wanda started to feel slightly panicked when she realized she wasn't able to get her message across. She wanted him to stop! But he just wouldn't give up!

He started unhooking her bra. That's when something inside of her finally snapped. Wanda shoved one more time on his chest, and with some sort of freakish force, he was thrown into the wall.

She gasped, still holding her hand out and breathing heavily. Simon fell to the floor again. He was staring at her in confusion and rage.

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!" he stomped back to the blanket.

Wanda shrieked. "DON'T TOUCH ME!!" one of the pipes burst and started flailing about like a snake, spraying water everywhere. She stood, taking her jacket with her. She dodged Simon's arms as he tried to get hold of her. He backed her into the door. She tried opening it, but the knob wouldn't budge.

"It's locked!" he snarled with a frightening grin on his face. He grabbed her wrist. "You must be a mutant FREAK!"

She was losing feeling in her captured hand. The door HAD to open! She HAD to get away!

The door blasted away and left an escape for Wanda. She tried to pull her arm free of his grasp, but he was a lot stronger than she was. Wanda did the only thing that instinct told her to do. She kicked him in the groin.

Simon dropped her immediately and started cursing. "You BITCH!"

~*~

Rogue followed Remy backstage during their break. They had played a great set, the audience was riveted, and Remy told her he had a surprise for her.

She came around the corner and found Remy standing next to his guitar case looking very proud of himself indeed.

"Alright, Cajun. Y'got my attention. Where's this big surprise y'said y'had for me?" she asked skeptically.

Remy took a step closer to her. "Right here, Chere."

Before she could think, Remy had Rogue in his arms and was kissing her lightly on the lip... Nothing happened!

What was the deal?! Had Rogue suddenly gotten control over her powers? Had Remy's powers evolved to the point where he could touch her without being harmed? Had she been wearing some sort of magical jewelry or inhibitor collar that nullified her powers?

Is this a typical romy fic?

No?

I didn't think so either.

Rogue pulled away from his sleek lips and gaped at him. "What was that, Remy?! What did you do?!"

Remy rubbed his lips, then peeled them off. "A li'l somet'in' Remy find while shoppin'. Rubber lips."

Rogue glared at him, but even that didn't last long.

"Remy work on it, but dis be a good start, non?"

Rogue hugged him, careful not to come into skin-to-skin contact. "What am Ah goin' to do with you, Remy Lebeau?"

"Well, I had a list, but I left it in my other pants."

~*~

Run. That's all she had been doing for the past twenty minutes. Wanda's legs ached from the strain she was causing them. She ignored the kids she almost trounced. She ignored the angry motorists that honked at her as she jay-walked. She couldn't ignore what kept on replaying in her head. She had never been more terrified in her life.

Finally, her house came into view. Wanda raced up the front steps and forced herself through the door, blocking out the pain in her shoulder from slamming into the solid wood.

She rushed past the living room door, not noticing the pair of blue eyes watching her. She stumbled and pushed her way upstairs to her room.

~*~

"WANDA?!?!" John threw down Remy's scorched coat and raced up the stairs to investigate the cause of her screaming. He knocked over more than a few of the potted plants in the hall. He finally reached her bedroom door. He could hear her cries along with loud crashes. He jimmied the doorknob, it was locked. He pounded his fists frantically on her door, "WANDA!"

Another crash came from inside, this time whatever it was hit the door. John couldn't stand it any more. He threw his shoulder into the barrier. He winced in pain as he repeatedly slammed his body against the door, until the latch finally snapped off, and the door swung open.

His eyes did a sweep of the large-ish bedroom. There were objects, broken or otherwise, scattered all over the floor. He heard a whimper coming from the other side of the room. He spun around to find Wanda curled into a fetal position, next her desk. "Wanda!"

She didn't look at him. She didn't even acknowledge his presence. John crouched down next to her and tentatively placed a hand on her shoulder. She was shaking violently, and her eyes were wide from shock. John started to pull away when she suddenly flinched. Finally, she lifted her head and locked her eyes with his.

"Wanda?" he scooted in closer. He was sure to move slowly so as to not frighten her any more.

She choked on a lump in her throat, and fell into him. She clutched onto his shirt with a vice-like death grip, then proceeded to cry, her face buried in his chest.

John cautiously wrapped his arms around her body, and pulled her onto his lap. He had to lean his back against the wall. "Shush..." he soothed as best he could. This sort of situation was quite uncomfortable for the usually cheerful Aussie. "What happened?"

"Get away from me!" she cried into his chest, feebly pushing against his hold.

"And miss out on this opportunity to get in touch with my feminine side? Not a chance, love. Besides, you're the one who grabbed me first."

"Get away from me..." she choked again, trembling. "I don't want to hurt you..."

John was taken aback. "What are you on about? How could you hurt me?"

"I'm a freak..." she looked up, past John, as if she was staring at the wall behind him. The look in her eyes scared him. She turned her head in the direction of her dresser and reached out her quivering hand. Suddenly, to John surprise, a shot of cerulean light shot out of her outstretched fingers and hit the armoire. All of the drawers burst out, spilling articles of clothing all over the floor, and the main body was lifted off the ground and floated over her bed, until it crashed into her mattress.

John gulped, wide-eyed. "So, I guess you caused all of this mess on the floor... Well that's all right! We'll get this all cleaned up-"

"Aren't you afraid?" Wanda was scowling at him, almost daring him to answer her question.

"No." John took out his wand-lighter and lit it.

Wanda watched him cautiously, but that changed to wonder when the flame hopped into John's hand and started bouncing up and down like a rubber-ball. Then the flame grew to almost five times its size and started to take on the shape of a fiery-rose. Wanda reached out her hand, wanting to touch it, when John willed it to extinguish before she could singe her fingers.

She lowered her hand again. She had stopped shaking, and it looked like her tears hand come to a pause. "Help me-" Wanda wrapped her arms tightly around John's waist. He pulled her closer to himself. He gently kissed the top of her head then smoothed her hair down. She relaxed some as a tense sigh escaped her throat.

"I'm not going anywhere."

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HA HA! FINALLY! JONDA GOODNESS!

May the Glomp Gods smile upon you!

Bai-Bai!