YAY! It's a super long chapter that I am exceedingly proud of because it's
AAAALLLLLLLL jonda goodness! That's right, not only do we get to see Simon
get his just desserts, we also get to see love bloom between two young
hearts!
*audience bonks Amieva over the head for getting sappy and stupid*
I love how I've gotten so many wonderful reviews from you people! Fear not, even if this could possibly be the end of this story, I still have another card up my sleeve. This chapter IS, however, probably the third or fourth last one. More than likely third...
I AM writing a sequel. I would give a synopsis of what I have planned so far, but that would ruin the end of this story, and I think people would get mad at me if I did that...
Sparkie the Watering-Can: BAH HAHAHAAA! YES! My story title is causing mayhem! Fwee hee hee! Maybe I should name the sequel DUCK! So you can shout 'DUCK' at random times and enjoy the hilarity that ensues!
I'm not titling the sequel 'Duck'. But feel free to shout 'duck' at random times anyway. This is my gift to you.
Happy St. Patricks day everyone! I'm not Irish!
General information: I want fan art submissions, if you have any or feel like making any. Send them to amieva_terragorn@hotmail.com ! As soon as I can get my grubby paws on a scanner, I'll be giddy with all the fan art I have. -_- I need a scanner...
DISCLAIMER: Amieva officially appologizes to any of you potential Wonder Man fans who have been influenced by her hatred toward him.
Amieva: And if you are a Wonder Man fan: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?! Go back while you still can! Run little chilluns!
DISCLAIMER: She also appologizes for the obscene language and the mention of the horizontal-nasty in this chapter as well.
Amieva: *blush*... And I also have to appologize for all the hell I've been putting John through *cries* I really do love him! Don't worry, after this chapter, John will be SUPREMO AWESOME! This chapter will be like the turning point in his life where everything suddenly becomes wonderful.
I couldn't just have John and Wanda get together and have that be IT. If they weren't central in this story, I would've had them married and expecting their third child by now. THAT'S HOW OBSESSED I AM!!! Believe me, if this were romy central, it would've been Rogue and Gambit torture. If it was Kiotr, it would've been Peter and Kitty torture. HELL! If it was anything it would be first-party and second-party torture! I'm just evil I guess.
Now that John and Wanda are getting their acts together, the jondaness WILL be gratuitous.
Enjoy.
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"GOOD MORNING BAYVILLE! It's Sunday, and we're starting off November with some SNOW; can you believe it!-"
"Shut up!" John's fist slammed on the snooze button of the already smashed radio-alarm. He rubbed his face lethargically and tried to lift himself into a sitting position. Something was weighing down his chest.
Wanda.
She was curled up on top of him, sleepy peacefully. His other arm was trapped around her. He didn't dare move. They must've fallen asleep on her bedroom floor together. John thoughts drifted from the innocent to the very tongue-in-cheek. He wondered if there would ever be a time where he would wake up with her on top of him under different circumstances.
All those thoughts were pushed aside as Wanda stirred slightly, only to resettle herself and drift off again. Who could blame her? The girl was exhausted! She had cried herself to sleep the night before, after finding out she had super powers, and god knows what she had to endure on her night with Simon Williams. John wondered if maybe he could wake her up gently, just so he could free his arm and get the circulation going in it again.
"Wanda..." he whispered.
She grumbled, but continued to sleep.
He shook her slightly. "Wanda."
"I want... you... stay..." she mumbled almost incoherently.
John stiffened at her words. Did she really mean that? Or was she dreaming? "Wanda, luv. I really need to go to the dunny."
"Forever... stay with... me..."
John choked. She MUST be dreaming... "That's a long time, luv. I'd do it for you too, but I really need to get out of here b'fore your dad gets home. He'd kill me if he found us like this..."
She didn't respond, but her breathing remained slow and relaxed. Despite her dark clothing, and dark make-up, she looked like a sleeping angel. John just wanted to kiss the hell out of her and tell her how crazy he was getting because he couldn't. He wanted to give up his service to Magneto and take her away on an adventure. More than anything, he wanted to tell her how much he needed her, and have her say it back to him with the same sincerity that he felt. But that would never happen. Not for him. He was way too shy when it came to making the first move. Besides, who would fall in love with a psychopath?
"You are the most beautiful creature on this planet." he whispered, hoping against hope she was so out of it, she couldn't hear him. Of course, deep down, he wished she could.
She snuggled her face closer to his. This was torture!
"It's probably just as well you can't hear me, because I know you could never feel the same way. I don't know if it's real, or if it's just my raging hormones, but-"
Wanda's hold on him tightened as she let out a contented sigh.
John smoothed down her hair and smiled. "I'll shut up now and let you sleep." He lifted her up carefully, as to no wake her, and carried her to her bed. He set her down on the side that wasn't covered in smashed armoire and pulled her blankets up to her chin.
~*~
"I love you, my princess..."
Wanda sighed contentedly as her red-haired prince lifted her onto his flaming stallion and kissed her passionately. They rode away amongst the clouds, into the sunrise.
~*~
John bounded down the stairs to the kitchen for some breakfast. He thought about having some vegemite on toast, but then he remembered that he had handed out the last of his stores to the trick-or-treaters. It was probably just as well too; Wanda hated the smell of vegemite.
"Good morning, Pyro."
John jumped at the voice of his employer. Magneto was home?! "Euh... G'day boss! Do you have anotha mission for me?" he gulped.
Eric smiled. Did he know?! Did he see John in Wanda's room?! Was he going to dismember him and throw his pieces into a massive shark tank and laugh as he got eaten?! Was John overreacting?
Yes.
"I've received a phone call from Principal Kelly this morning. Apparently, there was some damage done to the school last night, during a dance. Would you know anything about it?"
John hoped his knees weren't knocking. He shook his head.
"Well. One of the main pipes in the boiler room was disconnected, and now the school has been flooded." (this actually kinda happened at my highschool) Eric took a sip of his coffee. "That sounds like the kind of mayhem you would cause. I was just wondering if you were involved."
Again, John shook his head. "I'm afraid not, sir. I was here last night."
Eric 'humph'ed. "Curious... Colossus wouldn't do such a thing... I wouldn't put it past Gambit, but he was at that show last night..."
Eric suddenly looked like a mental freight train of realization hit him. "What about Wanda?!"
John hesitated. He knew that if he told Magneto that his daughter rediscovered her powers, then the Master of Magnetism would start wondering how it happened, and probably assume that Pyro had something to do with it. And when Magneto has an assumption, there's little anyone can do about it. John was a dead man.
How did Wanda's powers resurface anyway? She had been so freaked out by them, she didn't say anything about what happened. More than likely, Simon had something to do with it. John didn't care if that was the truth or not, but he just hated that jerk so much, he was willing to pin anything on him. Of course, he wouldn't ask Wanda. She would just get upset again, or even start yelling at him, and he only just got back on her good side.
"Acolyte! Pay attention when I am addressing you!"
John's attention snapped back to his boss. It irked him how Magneto didn't have the decency to call him by his real name, but I guess there's just no arguing with one of the most dangerous men in the universe. "Sorry sir..."
"Was Wanda at the school last night?"
John considered his question for a while. "As far as I could tell, she went to the club with the others."
"Hmm... I will have to look further into this. Until then, Pyro, it is your job to watch Wanda very closely. Don't let her out of your sight."
(Oh god! Magneto didn't have any idea what he just did.)
"I-but-"
His senior got up and left the kitchen.
"Oh boy..."
~*~
"John, I'm pretty sure I can get to my own locker just fine without an escort." Wanda sighed. It was Tuesday morning, and they finally opened the school again after having to clean up the flood.
"Sorry, doll, y'dad's orders."
Wanda groaned irritably. "I don't know what you guys talked about, John, but I don't think 'follow her around all the time and piss her off' came up in the conversation!"
A random student, who shall remain nameless due to laziness, stomped down the hall and knocked into Wanda. "Move it, freak!" he snarled as he kept on walking.
John's eyes flashed dangerously. He was about to teach that guy a thing or two when Wanda grabbed his sleeve and pulled him back. "Don't." she warned. He released an angry snort and followed her to her locker. "I don't get it, John. That's the fourth person to call me that today! And first period hasn't even started yet!!" she angrily swung her locker door open and started stuffing her bag into it.
John's face scrunched up. "Wanda..."
"What?!" she snapped.
"What happened... y'know... Hallowe'en?"
She stopped her violent assault on her bag and let out a deep breath. "I'd rather not talk about it, John."
The bell rang. Wanda had to get to her Physics class, and John had to go to his History class, in other words, his nap.
Before they parted ways, John thought he heard Wanda mutter something under her breath.
"I didn't want it... He wouldn't stop... I had to stop him."
She ran off down the hall.
~*~
I'm not going to get away with not putting at least ONE of these in. At the request of Undying Immortal and with the guidance of crazyspaceystracey-
Logan: *dressed in a lounge singer's gown with sequins and feathers*
All the little chickies in my pen
Say that I'm the biggest mother...
Hen-
Magneto: WAIT! I already sang that one! You have to find your own song!!!
Logan: I hate you Magneto!!! *lifts his skirt and chases him around the stage while everyone hoots and cat calls*
Forge: j00t! Nice legs!
Logan: You're next, Gizmo!
Meggan: SQUIRRELS!!!
~*~
Gym class ended. John sat alone, tying his shoelaces, in the corner of the change room, keeping to his own business. He glanced upwards once when he heard the door open and a bunch of guffawing from a rabble of large teenage boys.
Whatever they had to say didn't matter. He'd rather listen to American Pop-music than those dimwits. That's what he thought, until he caught a phrase or two by accident.
"She's such a slut, dude! I mean, she's not even a good looking slut either! Geeze, you see the way she dresses. She's like the Nightmare Before Christmas!"
They had better not be talking about who he thought they were talking about.
"I know, man. Williams is more of a man than any of us. He actually had to fight her off when she came begging him for sex."
"Really?!"
"That's what he told me."
"What did she do?"
"I dunno. I guess she got real violent. Oh get this! I don't know for sure, but word is, she's a mutant. People have been saying she's the one that flooded the school on Hallowe'en."
His mind started repeating what Wanda had said earlier: "I didn't want it... He wouldn't stop... I had to stop him..."
John snarled. He quickly put two and two together, and got 'Wanker's a dead man!'. He was the reason Wanda's powers resurfaced. He was the reason she had been miserable for the past few days. Now that bastard was going around the school, ruining Wanda's reputation, and getting even more popular for it. Scum like that didn't deserve to walk. However, Simon wasn't in the room. John stood, a dark shadow looming over him, and slung his bag over his shoulder. Without acknowledging the other guys in the room, he stormed out the door.
He was out for blood.
~*~
Computer's class had been an absolute nightmare for Wanda. She eventually had to close her e-mail account because of all the nasty messages she was getting every few seconds.
She had gotten so angry at one point, she just grabbed all of her books, told Kitty she was leaving, and stormed out of the room, ignoring the taunts most of the rest of the class were shouting.
Physics hadn't been much better, but at least the teacher of that class was a firm believer of equal rights for Mutants and Humans alike. He gladly distributed detentions to anyone who even so much as muttered something inappropriately about Wanda.
She spent the rest of second period in the library, in the independent study section, crying, and berating herself for letting them get to her.
The lunch bell rang, and Wanda was asked to leave the library. She grudgingly went to the girls washroom to try to calm her heated cheeks, and fix her eyeliner. She knew it must've streaked horrendously because of her tears.
Upon pushing open the door of the ladies' room, Wanda caught a snippit of a group of girls' conversation.
"I heard she looks like a vampire, and likes to drink blood."
Good God! This was getting ridiculous! She pretended to ignore them and stepped over to the mirror to inspect the damage.
The group of Sophomore girls hushed instantly. Wanda could feel their eyes on the back of her head. That and she could see them staring at her in the mirror. One of the bolder ones mouthed 'I think that's her!'.
One of them tugged at the neck of her turtleneck sweater, pulling it up higher.
Wanda dampened a paper towel in the sink and started to clean the black streaks off her face.
One of the girls cleared her throat. Wanda stopped her cleaning and glared at the girl's reflection. "What?!" she snapped irritably.
"Uhm... are you... uh-"
"- The Bride of Dracula?!" she rounded on them. "Yeah! That's me! I'm the blood-sucking, depraved virgin-killer that you've all been hearing about! Now that you've all seen the Devil Incarnate, leave her the fuck alone!"
They all fled the washroom in a panic.
~*~
John abandoned his bag in his locker and stalked through the halls with a crazed look on his face. He hadn't a clue where to find Simon, but that didn't matter. Just find the biggest group of idiots and ask them to take him to their leader.
The football team was gathered in the corner of the cafeteria.
He had found his idiots.
John practically pranced over to their table and tapped the largest one, Clubber, on the shoulder.
He turned his face up to John, still chewing on his burger. "Hey, it's the little funny man!"
John gave him a very toothy grin. "Hey, mate! I was wonderin' if maybe you could do me a favour."
"M'kay." he finally swallowed his mouthful of food, only to take another bite.
"Brilliant! Do you know where I could find Simon Williams?" he asked with a phoney sweetness that would've put Cindy from Claire's to shame.
Clubber smiled dumbly. He really was a nice guy, as long as you didn't insult his mother. "Yeah! He's probably in the parking lot, showin' off his new stereo system he bought with the money we gave him from winning the bet."
John's eye twitched. "Bet?"
"Yeah. We said we'd give him $300 if he got into Wanda Lehnsherr's pants on Hallowe'en. Huh huh huh. It was his idea too... Simon's cool."
John's rage flared up again, this time it burned hotter than the firey passion of a thousand flaming suns. His eye started twitching uncontrollably as he tried to put on a straight face. "Thanks, mate." he patted Clubber on the shoulder as he turned to walk away. He said through gritted teeth, "You're a real pal."
It was like all conscious thought ceased from that moment on. John was suddenly finding himself in the parking lot, his feet carrying him toward Simon's black sports car.
Wonder Wanker was right where Clubber had hypothesized ('Clubber' and 'hypothesized' do NOT fit in the same sentence). A pack of females were gathered around the sleek vehicle, listening intently to whatever shit Simon was spewing for their entertainment. John clenched his fists and pushed his way through the harem of giggling girls to the center of attention.
Simon smiled to him.
That arrogant bastard...
"Hey, Ozzy! What's up, little buddy?!"
It would be a shame to ruin the car's beautiful paint job. Simon would get angry if John damaged his car.
But did John care?
No?
I didn't think so either.
John grabbed the front of Simon's jacket, his mind not registering that Simon was A LOT bigger than him, and slammed him into the hood of his car, putting a huge dent in it.
As far as size advantage went, John was screwed. Simon was also the captain of the wrestling team. That was two factors against John.
He didn't stand a chance. (And for the sake of me not crying, I'm going to skip ahead and not write the fight scene.)
~*~
A pack of teenagers pushed past Wanda. She was expecting them to start taunting her again, but they ignored her completely. They were excited about something frivolous event going on outside. She wouldn't bother.
She distinctly heard someone shout 'FIGHT' dramatically.
"Stupid freshmen..." she grumbled. "They think high school is all about being big and tough... deluded fools."
She went down to the cafeteria, only to find it mostly deserted. Everyone was gone except for the Audio Visual nerds and the Special Ed. Students. "They're all outside." she mumbled. She turned around and stalked back to her locker to get her things for Drama before the after-lunch-rush.
~*~
Simon threw another punch and landed it on John already bloody face. The pain didn't bother him much. John just wanted to hurt Simon as much as he had hurt Wanda. John fell to the snowy pavement of the parking lot and found himself unable to get up again without twisting his ankle painfully.
Thinking that the fight was over, the crowd dispersed and left the two scrappers alone. That, and they had to get to their next classes.
John scooted himself over so he was leaning against the wheel of a nearby car.
"I don't know..." Simon panted, cracking his knuckles "what the hell you were thinking, Oz! You know better than pick a fight with a guy who could kick your ass seven ways from Sunday! What are you, stoned?!"
"Don't fucking call me that anymore, you jackass." John spat out a glob of blood and saliva that gathered in his mouth. "I want to know why you're doing this to an innocent girl!" he snarled.
Simon stopped to think. "Are you talking about the Lehnsherr chick?" he smirked. Then he started to snicker. That evolved into full blown laughter. "Don't tell me you're sweet on her! Geeze, little man. You have weird taste."
John swallowed hard and glared daggers at Simon.
Simon continued to talk. "They challenged me. I picked my challenge, and saw it through. How the hell was I supposed to know the bitch was a mutie. She deserves what she gets."
John really wished he could throttle him!
His luck changed suddenly. Simon pulled a cigarette out of his jacket pocket and popped it into his mouth.
John giggled in anticipation. "Y'know, smokin' ain't good for an athlete."
Simon got out his lighter and glared down at the pathetic bloody Australian. "Don't make me beat you again, Oz."
"You know all of those dangerous mutants you hear about on the news?- "
Simon lit the cigarette.
"-I'm the worst one!"
~*~
Wanda put her head down on her desk when English class began. Rogue wasn't at school for some unknown reason, so she didn't have anyone to talk to in the afternoon.
She was utterly relieved when she found out that Simon wasn't in Drama, even if she did excuse herself early.
Mrs. Scobles walked up and down the rows doing attendance. "Abernathay!"
A scrawny boy with long brown hair and glasses answered, "Here!"
"Albright!"
A pale girl with platinum blonde hair lifted her hand quietly.
"Allerdyce!"
No answer came.
"Allerdyce!"
Again, the room was silent. The teacher muttered "absent" and ticked off the square next to his name. Wanda looked up from her desk and turned to the empty place at the far end of the classroom. Where was John? Come to think of it, Wanda hadn't seen neither hide nor hair of him since before homeroom. What had happened to him following her around all day?
He probably heard the rumours that were being spread, got disgusted with her, and went home to regret ever meeting her.
For some reason, that thought hurt her more than what Simon had done to her.
Mrs. Scobles' lecture on Shakespeare's sonnet XXX began, and Wanda tuned her out. She amused herself with doodling on her notes until the PA system buzzed and the office lady's nasal voice came on over head.
"Mrs. Scobles."
The irate teacher glowered from the disturbance. "Yes?" she answered bitterly.
"Is Wanda Lehnsherr in class?"
She looked Wanda straight in the eye as if to say 'It'd better be important, brat!'. "Yes she is."
"Could she please come down to the office immediately, and bring her things with her?"
Wanda was startled. What was going on? Was she getting into trouble?
"Get going, Miss. Lehnsherr. Don't disrupt my lesson again."
Wanda glared at Mrs. Scobles and made her exit.
~*~
Magneto: Human hater, supreme mutant terrorist , feared villain.
Eric Lehnsherr: Successful business man, charismatic leader, concerned father.
Eric stood outside the Principal's office, waiting for his daughter to arrive so that he could have a parent-teacher meeting with Kelly.
When Wanda turned into the room, Eric looked up and faced her. His face was blank and emotionless. She became nervous. She couldn't see his eyes because he was wearing his fedora, and it was blocking the light.
He motioned for her to follow him into the office.
Kelly was seated at his desk, his hands folded on top a couple of record folders. There was another chair pulled up next to his desk and two more across from it.
John was hunched over in the chair next to Kelly. He looked up to see Wanda and Eric enter the room and sit down in the leather arm chairs. He smiled weakly when Wanda glanced at him.
She did a double-take. His face was cut and bruised. A large black eye was forming on his left side. Her heart wrenched at the sight of him. What happened to him? She dropped her things onto the floor. She was about to get up and go to him, but her father blocked her path with his arm.
"Sit, Wanda."
She willfully obeyed his command, but she didn't stop looking at John.
John looked down at the floor in shame. He knew he was screwed now, but MAN did it feel good!
"Thank you for coming to see me, Mr. Lehnsherr. I'm sure you must be wondering why I've called you here." Kelly pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and stared down Eric.
Eric, the ever charismatic man he is, smiled knowingly and took off his fedora. "You wish to discuss the misconduct of these two young adults that are currently under my care."
"Mr. Allerdyce was caught fighting another student during lunch today."
John snorted. Wanda stared at him in disbelief. Was that what happened to Simon? There was no way John would've been able to... unless-
"Mr. Williams was taken to Baville General Hospital for second degree burns."
That explained everything.
"All I did was burn off a bit of hair-"
"Mr. Williams is completely BALD!"
John didn't retort. He looked almost proud of himself.
"I understand your concern, Mr. Kelly, but I don't understand what this has to do with Wanda." Eric said calmly, glaring at John.
"I spoke briefly with Simon Williams before he was taken away. He tells me that your daughter is a..." he seemed disgusted by the words about to leave his mouth, "Your daughter is a mutant."
Eric clenched his fist. "Is that so..." he breathed.
Kelly opened the files laying on his desk. One contained a photo of Wanda, the other, a photo of John. "I'm not sure you are aware of the protocol of this school, Mr. Lehnsherr. But when a mutant child is enrolled in this educational establishment, they MUST be represented by an institution. Since Xavier's School for the... Gifted is the only one on this side of the country, that means they must be residents of his institute. This is for the protection of the normal students. We can't be responsible for the actions of renegade mutants."
"Renegade mutants?!" John jumped up to his feet, wincing from putting pressure on his twisted ankle. "What about all those flat-scan assholes you've got running around free, huh?!"
"St.John!" Eric warned. "Sit down!"
John gulped at took his seat again.
Kelly took off his glasses and glared at his guests. "Mr. Allerdyce and Miss. Lehnsherr aren't even listed as mutants in their enrollment forms."
"Why should that even matt-"
"St.John!"
"Sorry, sir."
Eric unclenched his fist. "I'm afraid I was unaware of Wanda's mutation when I filled out the registration. As for St.John, I didn't think he would be much of a threat to your... normal students, as long as he wasn't given a Bunsen-burner."
Kelly didn't think that was very funny. "Given the information I have, Mr. Lehnsherr, I'm afraid I can't accept having these two in my school. As of today, they are expelled from Bayville High, indefinitely."
Wanda gasped. She was getting kicked out?! For being a mutant?! How was that fair?! "Principal Kelly! I don't understand-"
"Go clean out your lockers, hand in any text books you have, and go home." He put his glasses back on and stood to put away their records. "Good day!"
~*~
"I have to go to another meeting. You two go home." Eric snarled as he climbed into this red and purple convertible, leaving Wanda and John in the parking lot next to John's JEEP. He rolled down the window and shouted, "And get yourself cleaned up, St.John! I don't want to find blood on the floor when I get home!"
They watched him drive off. Wanda spun around and kicked the rear tire of John's car. "I don't believe this! John, what were you thinking?! Simon's twice your size! He could've crippled you! Or WORSE!"
John poked at his bruised eye. "This is the thanks I get for defendin' your honour?"
"Defending my- John stop poking that, it'll get worse!" she pulled his finger away from his face. He glanced at her sideways. "What do you mean, defending my honour?"
John's stare turned into an angry glare. "I know what he did to you, Wanda. I'm not stupid. I figured it out." he pulled his hand away from her. "What I don't get is, why were you protecting him?! He violated you!"
Wanda fought off the tears forming in her eyes. She had already cried enough today, she wasn't going to break down in front of HIM! "I wasn't trying to protect him! I was afraid-"
"Afraid?! Afraid of what?! Afraid that he wouldn't ask you out again?! Is that it?! There's a word for that y'know, Wanda. It's called being a 'masochist'!"
"I wasn't afraid of THAT you DUMBASS!" she shrieked. "I couldn't care less about what Simon had to say about me! I couldn't care less if he tried to ruin my life! I couldn't care less, because none of that shit is important!!!"
John was silent.
"I was afraid that you'd hate me..."
"..."
Wanda readjusted the straps of her knapsack on her shoulders. "I'm walking home."
"Wanda, stop!" John limped after her. He managed to catch up to her before she got too far away. He nearly collapsed when she spun around to face him. The look of emotional pain on her face matched his own physical pain. "Don't go."
She sniffed a tear away. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer to her, careful not to hurt him anymore than he already was. "John..." she stared at him in the eye.
He could feel his heart rate increase. He lowered his face closer to hers. "Wanda...'
"Your face looks like it got beaten with a meat tenderizer."
He smirked. "What are you going to do about it? Kiss my boo-boos all better?"
"Your lip is swollen." she smiled mischievously.
"That's a good start-"
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*sigh* That was sooooooooo sappy, I might just melt into a puddle of goo right here in my chair.
May the Glomp Gods smile upon you!
Bai-Bai!
I love how I've gotten so many wonderful reviews from you people! Fear not, even if this could possibly be the end of this story, I still have another card up my sleeve. This chapter IS, however, probably the third or fourth last one. More than likely third...
I AM writing a sequel. I would give a synopsis of what I have planned so far, but that would ruin the end of this story, and I think people would get mad at me if I did that...
Sparkie the Watering-Can: BAH HAHAHAAA! YES! My story title is causing mayhem! Fwee hee hee! Maybe I should name the sequel DUCK! So you can shout 'DUCK' at random times and enjoy the hilarity that ensues!
I'm not titling the sequel 'Duck'. But feel free to shout 'duck' at random times anyway. This is my gift to you.
Happy St. Patricks day everyone! I'm not Irish!
General information: I want fan art submissions, if you have any or feel like making any. Send them to amieva_terragorn@hotmail.com ! As soon as I can get my grubby paws on a scanner, I'll be giddy with all the fan art I have. -_- I need a scanner...
DISCLAIMER: Amieva officially appologizes to any of you potential Wonder Man fans who have been influenced by her hatred toward him.
Amieva: And if you are a Wonder Man fan: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?! Go back while you still can! Run little chilluns!
DISCLAIMER: She also appologizes for the obscene language and the mention of the horizontal-nasty in this chapter as well.
Amieva: *blush*... And I also have to appologize for all the hell I've been putting John through *cries* I really do love him! Don't worry, after this chapter, John will be SUPREMO AWESOME! This chapter will be like the turning point in his life where everything suddenly becomes wonderful.
I couldn't just have John and Wanda get together and have that be IT. If they weren't central in this story, I would've had them married and expecting their third child by now. THAT'S HOW OBSESSED I AM!!! Believe me, if this were romy central, it would've been Rogue and Gambit torture. If it was Kiotr, it would've been Peter and Kitty torture. HELL! If it was anything it would be first-party and second-party torture! I'm just evil I guess.
Now that John and Wanda are getting their acts together, the jondaness WILL be gratuitous.
Enjoy.
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"GOOD MORNING BAYVILLE! It's Sunday, and we're starting off November with some SNOW; can you believe it!-"
"Shut up!" John's fist slammed on the snooze button of the already smashed radio-alarm. He rubbed his face lethargically and tried to lift himself into a sitting position. Something was weighing down his chest.
Wanda.
She was curled up on top of him, sleepy peacefully. His other arm was trapped around her. He didn't dare move. They must've fallen asleep on her bedroom floor together. John thoughts drifted from the innocent to the very tongue-in-cheek. He wondered if there would ever be a time where he would wake up with her on top of him under different circumstances.
All those thoughts were pushed aside as Wanda stirred slightly, only to resettle herself and drift off again. Who could blame her? The girl was exhausted! She had cried herself to sleep the night before, after finding out she had super powers, and god knows what she had to endure on her night with Simon Williams. John wondered if maybe he could wake her up gently, just so he could free his arm and get the circulation going in it again.
"Wanda..." he whispered.
She grumbled, but continued to sleep.
He shook her slightly. "Wanda."
"I want... you... stay..." she mumbled almost incoherently.
John stiffened at her words. Did she really mean that? Or was she dreaming? "Wanda, luv. I really need to go to the dunny."
"Forever... stay with... me..."
John choked. She MUST be dreaming... "That's a long time, luv. I'd do it for you too, but I really need to get out of here b'fore your dad gets home. He'd kill me if he found us like this..."
She didn't respond, but her breathing remained slow and relaxed. Despite her dark clothing, and dark make-up, she looked like a sleeping angel. John just wanted to kiss the hell out of her and tell her how crazy he was getting because he couldn't. He wanted to give up his service to Magneto and take her away on an adventure. More than anything, he wanted to tell her how much he needed her, and have her say it back to him with the same sincerity that he felt. But that would never happen. Not for him. He was way too shy when it came to making the first move. Besides, who would fall in love with a psychopath?
"You are the most beautiful creature on this planet." he whispered, hoping against hope she was so out of it, she couldn't hear him. Of course, deep down, he wished she could.
She snuggled her face closer to his. This was torture!
"It's probably just as well you can't hear me, because I know you could never feel the same way. I don't know if it's real, or if it's just my raging hormones, but-"
Wanda's hold on him tightened as she let out a contented sigh.
John smoothed down her hair and smiled. "I'll shut up now and let you sleep." He lifted her up carefully, as to no wake her, and carried her to her bed. He set her down on the side that wasn't covered in smashed armoire and pulled her blankets up to her chin.
~*~
"I love you, my princess..."
Wanda sighed contentedly as her red-haired prince lifted her onto his flaming stallion and kissed her passionately. They rode away amongst the clouds, into the sunrise.
~*~
John bounded down the stairs to the kitchen for some breakfast. He thought about having some vegemite on toast, but then he remembered that he had handed out the last of his stores to the trick-or-treaters. It was probably just as well too; Wanda hated the smell of vegemite.
"Good morning, Pyro."
John jumped at the voice of his employer. Magneto was home?! "Euh... G'day boss! Do you have anotha mission for me?" he gulped.
Eric smiled. Did he know?! Did he see John in Wanda's room?! Was he going to dismember him and throw his pieces into a massive shark tank and laugh as he got eaten?! Was John overreacting?
Yes.
"I've received a phone call from Principal Kelly this morning. Apparently, there was some damage done to the school last night, during a dance. Would you know anything about it?"
John hoped his knees weren't knocking. He shook his head.
"Well. One of the main pipes in the boiler room was disconnected, and now the school has been flooded." (this actually kinda happened at my highschool) Eric took a sip of his coffee. "That sounds like the kind of mayhem you would cause. I was just wondering if you were involved."
Again, John shook his head. "I'm afraid not, sir. I was here last night."
Eric 'humph'ed. "Curious... Colossus wouldn't do such a thing... I wouldn't put it past Gambit, but he was at that show last night..."
Eric suddenly looked like a mental freight train of realization hit him. "What about Wanda?!"
John hesitated. He knew that if he told Magneto that his daughter rediscovered her powers, then the Master of Magnetism would start wondering how it happened, and probably assume that Pyro had something to do with it. And when Magneto has an assumption, there's little anyone can do about it. John was a dead man.
How did Wanda's powers resurface anyway? She had been so freaked out by them, she didn't say anything about what happened. More than likely, Simon had something to do with it. John didn't care if that was the truth or not, but he just hated that jerk so much, he was willing to pin anything on him. Of course, he wouldn't ask Wanda. She would just get upset again, or even start yelling at him, and he only just got back on her good side.
"Acolyte! Pay attention when I am addressing you!"
John's attention snapped back to his boss. It irked him how Magneto didn't have the decency to call him by his real name, but I guess there's just no arguing with one of the most dangerous men in the universe. "Sorry sir..."
"Was Wanda at the school last night?"
John considered his question for a while. "As far as I could tell, she went to the club with the others."
"Hmm... I will have to look further into this. Until then, Pyro, it is your job to watch Wanda very closely. Don't let her out of your sight."
(Oh god! Magneto didn't have any idea what he just did.)
"I-but-"
His senior got up and left the kitchen.
"Oh boy..."
~*~
"John, I'm pretty sure I can get to my own locker just fine without an escort." Wanda sighed. It was Tuesday morning, and they finally opened the school again after having to clean up the flood.
"Sorry, doll, y'dad's orders."
Wanda groaned irritably. "I don't know what you guys talked about, John, but I don't think 'follow her around all the time and piss her off' came up in the conversation!"
A random student, who shall remain nameless due to laziness, stomped down the hall and knocked into Wanda. "Move it, freak!" he snarled as he kept on walking.
John's eyes flashed dangerously. He was about to teach that guy a thing or two when Wanda grabbed his sleeve and pulled him back. "Don't." she warned. He released an angry snort and followed her to her locker. "I don't get it, John. That's the fourth person to call me that today! And first period hasn't even started yet!!" she angrily swung her locker door open and started stuffing her bag into it.
John's face scrunched up. "Wanda..."
"What?!" she snapped.
"What happened... y'know... Hallowe'en?"
She stopped her violent assault on her bag and let out a deep breath. "I'd rather not talk about it, John."
The bell rang. Wanda had to get to her Physics class, and John had to go to his History class, in other words, his nap.
Before they parted ways, John thought he heard Wanda mutter something under her breath.
"I didn't want it... He wouldn't stop... I had to stop him."
She ran off down the hall.
~*~
I'm not going to get away with not putting at least ONE of these in. At the request of Undying Immortal and with the guidance of crazyspaceystracey-
Logan: *dressed in a lounge singer's gown with sequins and feathers*
All the little chickies in my pen
Say that I'm the biggest mother...
Hen-
Magneto: WAIT! I already sang that one! You have to find your own song!!!
Logan: I hate you Magneto!!! *lifts his skirt and chases him around the stage while everyone hoots and cat calls*
Forge: j00t! Nice legs!
Logan: You're next, Gizmo!
Meggan: SQUIRRELS!!!
~*~
Gym class ended. John sat alone, tying his shoelaces, in the corner of the change room, keeping to his own business. He glanced upwards once when he heard the door open and a bunch of guffawing from a rabble of large teenage boys.
Whatever they had to say didn't matter. He'd rather listen to American Pop-music than those dimwits. That's what he thought, until he caught a phrase or two by accident.
"She's such a slut, dude! I mean, she's not even a good looking slut either! Geeze, you see the way she dresses. She's like the Nightmare Before Christmas!"
They had better not be talking about who he thought they were talking about.
"I know, man. Williams is more of a man than any of us. He actually had to fight her off when she came begging him for sex."
"Really?!"
"That's what he told me."
"What did she do?"
"I dunno. I guess she got real violent. Oh get this! I don't know for sure, but word is, she's a mutant. People have been saying she's the one that flooded the school on Hallowe'en."
His mind started repeating what Wanda had said earlier: "I didn't want it... He wouldn't stop... I had to stop him..."
John snarled. He quickly put two and two together, and got 'Wanker's a dead man!'. He was the reason Wanda's powers resurfaced. He was the reason she had been miserable for the past few days. Now that bastard was going around the school, ruining Wanda's reputation, and getting even more popular for it. Scum like that didn't deserve to walk. However, Simon wasn't in the room. John stood, a dark shadow looming over him, and slung his bag over his shoulder. Without acknowledging the other guys in the room, he stormed out the door.
He was out for blood.
~*~
Computer's class had been an absolute nightmare for Wanda. She eventually had to close her e-mail account because of all the nasty messages she was getting every few seconds.
She had gotten so angry at one point, she just grabbed all of her books, told Kitty she was leaving, and stormed out of the room, ignoring the taunts most of the rest of the class were shouting.
Physics hadn't been much better, but at least the teacher of that class was a firm believer of equal rights for Mutants and Humans alike. He gladly distributed detentions to anyone who even so much as muttered something inappropriately about Wanda.
She spent the rest of second period in the library, in the independent study section, crying, and berating herself for letting them get to her.
The lunch bell rang, and Wanda was asked to leave the library. She grudgingly went to the girls washroom to try to calm her heated cheeks, and fix her eyeliner. She knew it must've streaked horrendously because of her tears.
Upon pushing open the door of the ladies' room, Wanda caught a snippit of a group of girls' conversation.
"I heard she looks like a vampire, and likes to drink blood."
Good God! This was getting ridiculous! She pretended to ignore them and stepped over to the mirror to inspect the damage.
The group of Sophomore girls hushed instantly. Wanda could feel their eyes on the back of her head. That and she could see them staring at her in the mirror. One of the bolder ones mouthed 'I think that's her!'.
One of them tugged at the neck of her turtleneck sweater, pulling it up higher.
Wanda dampened a paper towel in the sink and started to clean the black streaks off her face.
One of the girls cleared her throat. Wanda stopped her cleaning and glared at the girl's reflection. "What?!" she snapped irritably.
"Uhm... are you... uh-"
"- The Bride of Dracula?!" she rounded on them. "Yeah! That's me! I'm the blood-sucking, depraved virgin-killer that you've all been hearing about! Now that you've all seen the Devil Incarnate, leave her the fuck alone!"
They all fled the washroom in a panic.
~*~
John abandoned his bag in his locker and stalked through the halls with a crazed look on his face. He hadn't a clue where to find Simon, but that didn't matter. Just find the biggest group of idiots and ask them to take him to their leader.
The football team was gathered in the corner of the cafeteria.
He had found his idiots.
John practically pranced over to their table and tapped the largest one, Clubber, on the shoulder.
He turned his face up to John, still chewing on his burger. "Hey, it's the little funny man!"
John gave him a very toothy grin. "Hey, mate! I was wonderin' if maybe you could do me a favour."
"M'kay." he finally swallowed his mouthful of food, only to take another bite.
"Brilliant! Do you know where I could find Simon Williams?" he asked with a phoney sweetness that would've put Cindy from Claire's to shame.
Clubber smiled dumbly. He really was a nice guy, as long as you didn't insult his mother. "Yeah! He's probably in the parking lot, showin' off his new stereo system he bought with the money we gave him from winning the bet."
John's eye twitched. "Bet?"
"Yeah. We said we'd give him $300 if he got into Wanda Lehnsherr's pants on Hallowe'en. Huh huh huh. It was his idea too... Simon's cool."
John's rage flared up again, this time it burned hotter than the firey passion of a thousand flaming suns. His eye started twitching uncontrollably as he tried to put on a straight face. "Thanks, mate." he patted Clubber on the shoulder as he turned to walk away. He said through gritted teeth, "You're a real pal."
It was like all conscious thought ceased from that moment on. John was suddenly finding himself in the parking lot, his feet carrying him toward Simon's black sports car.
Wonder Wanker was right where Clubber had hypothesized ('Clubber' and 'hypothesized' do NOT fit in the same sentence). A pack of females were gathered around the sleek vehicle, listening intently to whatever shit Simon was spewing for their entertainment. John clenched his fists and pushed his way through the harem of giggling girls to the center of attention.
Simon smiled to him.
That arrogant bastard...
"Hey, Ozzy! What's up, little buddy?!"
It would be a shame to ruin the car's beautiful paint job. Simon would get angry if John damaged his car.
But did John care?
No?
I didn't think so either.
John grabbed the front of Simon's jacket, his mind not registering that Simon was A LOT bigger than him, and slammed him into the hood of his car, putting a huge dent in it.
As far as size advantage went, John was screwed. Simon was also the captain of the wrestling team. That was two factors against John.
He didn't stand a chance. (And for the sake of me not crying, I'm going to skip ahead and not write the fight scene.)
~*~
A pack of teenagers pushed past Wanda. She was expecting them to start taunting her again, but they ignored her completely. They were excited about something frivolous event going on outside. She wouldn't bother.
She distinctly heard someone shout 'FIGHT' dramatically.
"Stupid freshmen..." she grumbled. "They think high school is all about being big and tough... deluded fools."
She went down to the cafeteria, only to find it mostly deserted. Everyone was gone except for the Audio Visual nerds and the Special Ed. Students. "They're all outside." she mumbled. She turned around and stalked back to her locker to get her things for Drama before the after-lunch-rush.
~*~
Simon threw another punch and landed it on John already bloody face. The pain didn't bother him much. John just wanted to hurt Simon as much as he had hurt Wanda. John fell to the snowy pavement of the parking lot and found himself unable to get up again without twisting his ankle painfully.
Thinking that the fight was over, the crowd dispersed and left the two scrappers alone. That, and they had to get to their next classes.
John scooted himself over so he was leaning against the wheel of a nearby car.
"I don't know..." Simon panted, cracking his knuckles "what the hell you were thinking, Oz! You know better than pick a fight with a guy who could kick your ass seven ways from Sunday! What are you, stoned?!"
"Don't fucking call me that anymore, you jackass." John spat out a glob of blood and saliva that gathered in his mouth. "I want to know why you're doing this to an innocent girl!" he snarled.
Simon stopped to think. "Are you talking about the Lehnsherr chick?" he smirked. Then he started to snicker. That evolved into full blown laughter. "Don't tell me you're sweet on her! Geeze, little man. You have weird taste."
John swallowed hard and glared daggers at Simon.
Simon continued to talk. "They challenged me. I picked my challenge, and saw it through. How the hell was I supposed to know the bitch was a mutie. She deserves what she gets."
John really wished he could throttle him!
His luck changed suddenly. Simon pulled a cigarette out of his jacket pocket and popped it into his mouth.
John giggled in anticipation. "Y'know, smokin' ain't good for an athlete."
Simon got out his lighter and glared down at the pathetic bloody Australian. "Don't make me beat you again, Oz."
"You know all of those dangerous mutants you hear about on the news?- "
Simon lit the cigarette.
"-I'm the worst one!"
~*~
Wanda put her head down on her desk when English class began. Rogue wasn't at school for some unknown reason, so she didn't have anyone to talk to in the afternoon.
She was utterly relieved when she found out that Simon wasn't in Drama, even if she did excuse herself early.
Mrs. Scobles walked up and down the rows doing attendance. "Abernathay!"
A scrawny boy with long brown hair and glasses answered, "Here!"
"Albright!"
A pale girl with platinum blonde hair lifted her hand quietly.
"Allerdyce!"
No answer came.
"Allerdyce!"
Again, the room was silent. The teacher muttered "absent" and ticked off the square next to his name. Wanda looked up from her desk and turned to the empty place at the far end of the classroom. Where was John? Come to think of it, Wanda hadn't seen neither hide nor hair of him since before homeroom. What had happened to him following her around all day?
He probably heard the rumours that were being spread, got disgusted with her, and went home to regret ever meeting her.
For some reason, that thought hurt her more than what Simon had done to her.
Mrs. Scobles' lecture on Shakespeare's sonnet XXX began, and Wanda tuned her out. She amused herself with doodling on her notes until the PA system buzzed and the office lady's nasal voice came on over head.
"Mrs. Scobles."
The irate teacher glowered from the disturbance. "Yes?" she answered bitterly.
"Is Wanda Lehnsherr in class?"
She looked Wanda straight in the eye as if to say 'It'd better be important, brat!'. "Yes she is."
"Could she please come down to the office immediately, and bring her things with her?"
Wanda was startled. What was going on? Was she getting into trouble?
"Get going, Miss. Lehnsherr. Don't disrupt my lesson again."
Wanda glared at Mrs. Scobles and made her exit.
~*~
Magneto: Human hater, supreme mutant terrorist , feared villain.
Eric Lehnsherr: Successful business man, charismatic leader, concerned father.
Eric stood outside the Principal's office, waiting for his daughter to arrive so that he could have a parent-teacher meeting with Kelly.
When Wanda turned into the room, Eric looked up and faced her. His face was blank and emotionless. She became nervous. She couldn't see his eyes because he was wearing his fedora, and it was blocking the light.
He motioned for her to follow him into the office.
Kelly was seated at his desk, his hands folded on top a couple of record folders. There was another chair pulled up next to his desk and two more across from it.
John was hunched over in the chair next to Kelly. He looked up to see Wanda and Eric enter the room and sit down in the leather arm chairs. He smiled weakly when Wanda glanced at him.
She did a double-take. His face was cut and bruised. A large black eye was forming on his left side. Her heart wrenched at the sight of him. What happened to him? She dropped her things onto the floor. She was about to get up and go to him, but her father blocked her path with his arm.
"Sit, Wanda."
She willfully obeyed his command, but she didn't stop looking at John.
John looked down at the floor in shame. He knew he was screwed now, but MAN did it feel good!
"Thank you for coming to see me, Mr. Lehnsherr. I'm sure you must be wondering why I've called you here." Kelly pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and stared down Eric.
Eric, the ever charismatic man he is, smiled knowingly and took off his fedora. "You wish to discuss the misconduct of these two young adults that are currently under my care."
"Mr. Allerdyce was caught fighting another student during lunch today."
John snorted. Wanda stared at him in disbelief. Was that what happened to Simon? There was no way John would've been able to... unless-
"Mr. Williams was taken to Baville General Hospital for second degree burns."
That explained everything.
"All I did was burn off a bit of hair-"
"Mr. Williams is completely BALD!"
John didn't retort. He looked almost proud of himself.
"I understand your concern, Mr. Kelly, but I don't understand what this has to do with Wanda." Eric said calmly, glaring at John.
"I spoke briefly with Simon Williams before he was taken away. He tells me that your daughter is a..." he seemed disgusted by the words about to leave his mouth, "Your daughter is a mutant."
Eric clenched his fist. "Is that so..." he breathed.
Kelly opened the files laying on his desk. One contained a photo of Wanda, the other, a photo of John. "I'm not sure you are aware of the protocol of this school, Mr. Lehnsherr. But when a mutant child is enrolled in this educational establishment, they MUST be represented by an institution. Since Xavier's School for the... Gifted is the only one on this side of the country, that means they must be residents of his institute. This is for the protection of the normal students. We can't be responsible for the actions of renegade mutants."
"Renegade mutants?!" John jumped up to his feet, wincing from putting pressure on his twisted ankle. "What about all those flat-scan assholes you've got running around free, huh?!"
"St.John!" Eric warned. "Sit down!"
John gulped at took his seat again.
Kelly took off his glasses and glared at his guests. "Mr. Allerdyce and Miss. Lehnsherr aren't even listed as mutants in their enrollment forms."
"Why should that even matt-"
"St.John!"
"Sorry, sir."
Eric unclenched his fist. "I'm afraid I was unaware of Wanda's mutation when I filled out the registration. As for St.John, I didn't think he would be much of a threat to your... normal students, as long as he wasn't given a Bunsen-burner."
Kelly didn't think that was very funny. "Given the information I have, Mr. Lehnsherr, I'm afraid I can't accept having these two in my school. As of today, they are expelled from Bayville High, indefinitely."
Wanda gasped. She was getting kicked out?! For being a mutant?! How was that fair?! "Principal Kelly! I don't understand-"
"Go clean out your lockers, hand in any text books you have, and go home." He put his glasses back on and stood to put away their records. "Good day!"
~*~
"I have to go to another meeting. You two go home." Eric snarled as he climbed into this red and purple convertible, leaving Wanda and John in the parking lot next to John's JEEP. He rolled down the window and shouted, "And get yourself cleaned up, St.John! I don't want to find blood on the floor when I get home!"
They watched him drive off. Wanda spun around and kicked the rear tire of John's car. "I don't believe this! John, what were you thinking?! Simon's twice your size! He could've crippled you! Or WORSE!"
John poked at his bruised eye. "This is the thanks I get for defendin' your honour?"
"Defending my- John stop poking that, it'll get worse!" she pulled his finger away from his face. He glanced at her sideways. "What do you mean, defending my honour?"
John's stare turned into an angry glare. "I know what he did to you, Wanda. I'm not stupid. I figured it out." he pulled his hand away from her. "What I don't get is, why were you protecting him?! He violated you!"
Wanda fought off the tears forming in her eyes. She had already cried enough today, she wasn't going to break down in front of HIM! "I wasn't trying to protect him! I was afraid-"
"Afraid?! Afraid of what?! Afraid that he wouldn't ask you out again?! Is that it?! There's a word for that y'know, Wanda. It's called being a 'masochist'!"
"I wasn't afraid of THAT you DUMBASS!" she shrieked. "I couldn't care less about what Simon had to say about me! I couldn't care less if he tried to ruin my life! I couldn't care less, because none of that shit is important!!!"
John was silent.
"I was afraid that you'd hate me..."
"..."
Wanda readjusted the straps of her knapsack on her shoulders. "I'm walking home."
"Wanda, stop!" John limped after her. He managed to catch up to her before she got too far away. He nearly collapsed when she spun around to face him. The look of emotional pain on her face matched his own physical pain. "Don't go."
She sniffed a tear away. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer to her, careful not to hurt him anymore than he already was. "John..." she stared at him in the eye.
He could feel his heart rate increase. He lowered his face closer to hers. "Wanda...'
"Your face looks like it got beaten with a meat tenderizer."
He smirked. "What are you going to do about it? Kiss my boo-boos all better?"
"Your lip is swollen." she smiled mischievously.
"That's a good start-"
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*sigh* That was sooooooooo sappy, I might just melt into a puddle of goo right here in my chair.
May the Glomp Gods smile upon you!
Bai-Bai!
