Chapter Five
Wanda and Rogue were throwing random clothes around their room. Rogue was looking for something respectable and church like among her goth wardrobe. It had been a week since the support meeting had been bombed and there was going to be a memorial service at a nearby church. She turned from her closet to see Wanda dressed and watching Rogue throw several things around her room. Rogue finally picked up something from the back of her closet. It was something she swore she'd never wear. It was something Kitty had picked out. Rogue pulled the outfit out and let out a shudder at the thought, but then again she didn't have too many choices. It didn't sparkles on it, and it wasn't pastel. Actually it was the closet thing to Rogue's style that Kitty had ever picked out. She quickly changed.
"Who all is coming?" Wanda asked pulling on her shoes.
"Me, you, your brother, jean, Scott, and the instructors." Rogue said cooly. Wanda nodded. Most of the inhabitants were dealing with the attack in their own way.
"This is gonna be so strange. Pey and I don't have a religious bone in our bodies, and if we did it would be Jewish." Rogue slightly chuckled as she heard the other girls shoes click across the floor toward the bathroom.
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Downstairs Jean was ready to go and reading her paper due the following day. She was slightly nervous to see that Pyro was already down there, scribbling furiously on a pad of paper. He didn't even notice she had walked into the room and sat down. That was until he heard it.
Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. He looked up annoyed at Jean who just sat there clicking her pen. She felt his eyes on her. When she looked up, she instantly stopped. "Sorry. Nervous habit." They went on ignoring each other. John put his pad of paper down and rubbed his eyes. He saw his lighter on the table and picked it up. Jean was totally engrossed in proofreading her paper until she heard it.
Click, swish, click. Click, swish, click. Click, swish, click. Click, swish, click. She looked up at him totally annoyed, but instead of saying anything. She started to click her pen again.
Click. Click. Click. Click. Click, swish, click. Click, swish, click.
"Would you stop it already?!?!?!" They both yelled at each other simultaneously. They stared at each other for a few moments. John got up and grabbed his pad not saying a word and left. He walked to the rec. room. Two of the teenage students were in there and they seemed to be studying. John sat down as long as they didn't start clicking their pens he would be all right. That was until he the girl trying to say the lines of the play. She was trying to speak in an accent that even John couldn't figure out. It was like she had taken every accent she had ever heard and mushed it all together. He caught some of Rogue and Sam's southern accent, along with Kurt's German and Piotr's Russian, and to top it all off she was trying to add the worst British accent on top. John looked at her puzzled for a minute. She turned around.
"What?"
"What was that 'posed to be?" He asked her.
"Australian." She stated matter-of-factly. His mouth dropped open.
"Damn. 'Ave you ever heard an Aussie talk?"
"You mean like the narrator guy from the Outback Steakhouse commercials? Wait no no no." She said as she got excited. "The Foster's beer guy." Wanda leaned against the doorway stifling laughter at John's reaction to the girl. His eyes just got big.
"I'm Australian."
"I thought that was British."
"Don't insult me!" He spat to the girl. 'Stupid fucking American' he thought to himself. This girl was insane. Any idiot could tell the difference between Australian and British. He was staring at her like she was insane. How could anyone stand it here with the pen clicking, accent killing X-men? They weren't all bad; he was just pissed off that his writing got interrupted by that incessant clicking. The girl looked like she got an idea. 'Oh God please don't make it involve me.' He thought to himself.
"Can you teach me to speak Australian?" He sighed. 'Thank you God.' He thought to himself.
"You can't teach it."
"You can't teach it." She replied trying to copy his accent. He ran his fingers through his hair. This was gonna be a long fucking day.
"Don't repeat what I say."
"Don't repeat what I say."
"Stop it!"
"Stop it!" He ran his fingers through his hair again.
"God Sheila." She looked slightly confused.
"God Sheila"
"Imma stupid bugger."
"Imma stupid bugger." Then she stopped talking and John smiled triumphantly.
"You have the maturity of a two year old... wait you have the maturity of Pietro." Wanda said from behind him.
"Ouch, that 'urt." She walked over to him.
"I was just coming down to tell ya that we're leaving." He nodded just thankful he got the girl to shut up. Logan and the professor showed up at the door.
"Ya ready kid?" He said to Wanda lighting up his cigar. Wanda rolled her eyes so John could see.
"Wanna get dinner tonight?" He nodded.
"Logan I would prefer if you put that out." The professor said. Logan hesitated. John nudged Wanda and winked in the direction of the cigar. It sparked out before going out and Logan jumped, before narrowing his eyes at the pyrokinetic boy.
"Oughta respect your elders, mate." John said this wicked smile on his face. Wanda laughed at loud, long giving up her fight to keep her laughter down. Logan only growled.
"Bye John." She said leaving. He got this smirk on his face.
"Bye, babycakes." She swirled round and narrowed her eyes. She had flipped out when the first thing that happened when she saw Todd he called her babycakes.
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Wanda glanced around the building. There were so many guards to many for her taste. They would just scare people away, but there wasn't any way around it. She looked up at the chapel and gulped. "Pey?"
"Yeah."
"When was the last time we were in any kind of religious establishment?" He looked at her blankly. He remembered a synagogue as a kid, but not the last time he was ever there. He didn't answer her.
They walked into the building and sat up in the balcony. They could see everything that was going on from up there. Placed right in front of them was a beautiful stained glass window. Pietro was surprised at how many people actually turned up. The place was packed, standing room only. The service began without a hitch. He instantly felt like he was going to go insane. 'I have to get out of here.' He fidgeted. 'Why did catholic type things have to go so damn slow?' He felt like he was going to lose his mind. Wanda elbowed him hard in the ribs. He let out a yelp, discerning a glare from Jean and Scott. He started back up. Wanda looked over at her brother as he ran his fingers through his hair. 'Great, Pey, wonderful damn time for one of your fits.' She thought to herself, before giving herself a mental kick. He had wonderful control of his mutation considering the damn thing never turned off, but once in a while he just couldn't will himself to slow down. She remembered how he had a need for speed before even before his powers manifested. He always thought the world was too slow and it would be fun faster. 'Come on come on come on get a grip get a grip get a grip' he thought to himself over and over again. He was concentrating on trying to slow his breathing and his heart rate. Sometimes he hated his damn mutation. That one thing that supposedly made him better than every other damn person on the planet drove him up the wall insane. 'Fuck you dad' 'Look at the next step in fucking human evolution, freaking out in a damn church.' He sat there; his mind racing. He needed out. 'Why so slow? Why so slow?' Wanda looked at her brother again and grabbed his hand reassuringly. She went toward his ear.
"Calm down Pey." Wanda then shifted so she was facing him on her knees and holding her brother's hands in his lap. She rubbed them reassuringly. They sat there for a few seconds staring at each other, almost as if speaking. They didn't have that twin telepathy thing, but she could sense him, always could. There were times, when she was put away, when she was just feel uplifted. The same was true of him, there were times when he would totally feel depressed, when they were separated. "Calm down." She said softly, lovingly. She knew he was stressed and nervous that was the only times he ever let his body get away from him. He looked at her. He could feel her worry. Usually his fits lasted only a few minutes, but this one was longer.
"Why? Why'd-it-have-ta-happen?" He whispered under his breath for only her to hear. She looked down. She didn't have an answer to that question; no one did. "We-were-supposed-to-stop-it." He said in the same hushed voice.
"Don't think about it. Calm down." He took a few deep breaths, and it wasn't helping. She raised up still on her knees and dropped her brother's hands. He looked at her questionly. She wrapped her arms around his neck. She smoothed his hair with her hand like she had done to calm him down when they were children. She told him to calm down in Romany. Just the softness of the word was comforting. Wanda said them in the same calming tone their mother had, But still it was easier said than done, yet even with their limited remembrance of their mother's language, it made him feel better. She had probably butchered the pronunciation, but he would not be able to tell if she really had. He glanced at his sister. He saw so much of their mother in her. The only thing she physically possessed of Magneto's was her eyes. She had those same blue eyes as her father. No matter how much he hated to admit it and no matter how bad Wanda would hex him for it, Wanda's personality was eighty-five percent Magneto. Their same stubbornness, hard willed, brains, their ability to do whatever it takes, while he constantly second guessed his own decisions. They were both extremely lucky that she had enough of her mother in her to dilute the terror she could actually cause. It was this part acting now, and he noticed how it was coming out more and more lately. He hoped she didn't totally change though. As she is now, she is his other half, his better half, hell his dominant half. Their relationship had been perfect, but it never would be again. It had taken her so long to forgive him for not telling her about her memories. She wasn't mad at him about the asylum. She realized he had only been a child at the time. He still remembered the day she forgave him for going off with Magneto the first time, and for not telling her about her memories. He had told her that there was no excuse for what he did and that he should've told her everything, and she brushed it off saying she would have never believed a word of it. It didn't matter. She had then thanked him for saving Magneto's life which then floored him. She explained that in her opinion it would've made the rage worse and would've made her a common murderer. Their mother's part of her broke through and allowed her to have the breakdown she desperately needed. It helped her to trust him. Ever since that day, her depression had never gone away, and her self-destructive behavior emerged, but for the most part she was content. She had found some type of peace with her past. They had made great strides in their relationship, but they could never be perfect like it was when they were children, before the divorce, before Magneto the terrorist, when things were innocent. Then there were times like this one right now, with her hugging him. It seemed so perfect. He felt his breathing return to normal, as she parted from him. "Better?" He nodded.
She embraced him again held onto him. Her head was on his shoulder. He closed his arms around her. She had calmed him down, and now it was his turn. She could keep her emotions bottled up for his sake, but he still could feel them in the back of his head, like a nagging thought that he couldn't get rid of. He could feel his shoulder getting somewhat damp, but he still knew she was trying to not cry. "It's ok." He said not really knowing what her breakdown was over.
"Shhh. Just hold on to me, ok?" She said in a hushed voice that only he could hear.
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Jean fidgeted nervously in her chair. She was going to lose her mind. After all her years of training, she had gotten a wonderful hold on her telepathy, but all she could hear now was one person's thoughts. Pietro's. They came too fast for her to stop. It was driving her insane. She would hate to be in that brain full time. The worst part was his thoughts were making her feel nervous. She wasn't an empath, and this wasn't making any sense. He felt Scott grab her twiddling thumbs in a calming matter. She couldn't read his thoughts they were too fast, but every once in a while one would come through some what clear. 'Professor.' The professor could sense both Jean and Pietro's uneasiness.
'Jean, it's ok. I know you can't ignore him, neither can I.'
'Why can I read past the blocks?' The professor looked over at Jean as she fidgeted.
'He is projecting out. He is trying to calm himself down and isn't paying attention to anything else.' Jean calmed down trying to ignore him, and finally began to calm down. She glanced over at Pietro embraced in his sister's arms. She had to smile at that sight. It was beautiful. She had never the siblings react that way to each other. She looked at Scott who was still looking at her worriedly.
"I'm ok." She told him.
"Ya sure?" She nodded and returned her attention to the memorial services. She had gotten lucky. Sometimes she couldn't believe that she was still here and with Scott. She almost died just because something decided to take over her body without permission. She woke up and he was there for her. She always knew she wouldn't be able to live without him, but at that moment it just made it real. She gasped. "What?" He asked.
"Something bad is gonna happen." She said now unable to take her eyes off the hugging twins. At that moment a uniformed police office ran up the middle aisle up the pews. The officer said something to the priest, who then stepped aside and let the officer have the microphone.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we need everyone in the building to evacuate. There has been a bomb threat." Wanda pulled away from her brother quickly and stood up.
"Why would they warn us this time?" Ororo said quickly. Scott looked at her. He could tell that she had been crying.
"They wouldn't someone sympathetic to the cause probably wanted to have a little fun."
"That or someone found out what is going on and decided to warn us." Logan piped in quickly. The x-men were busy talking about this amongst themselves, while the professor sent for the rest of the team. The officer looked directly at Wanda and his eyes turned yellow. Pietro looked back at his sister, seeing some rage in her eyes. Mystique.
"Pietro make sure everything goes smoothly," she said, taking off running after the shape shifter.
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John absentmindly flipped through the tv channels. He wasn't really watching it or looking for anything to watch. He was just thankful that the girl had suddenly decided that shopping was the answer to her accent problems. He was sitting in the chair. Flip flip flip. There was nothing ever on tv. He swore most of the time he hated the damned contraption.
"Put it on one channel, yo." Todd said to him rudely as he glared. John looked up. He couldn't help but feel nervous around Todd and Lance, for some reason all they seemed to do was glare angrily at him.
"Face it, she's too good for all of us." He mumbled softly so they couldn't hear.
"What did you say?" Lance said not hearing it, but knowing it was some smart ass remark. John suddenly felt bold.
"I sed she is too good for tha likes of us." Lance's eyes narrowed. John threw the remote down in frustration. What was it with that house and Wanda anyway? This whole situation would make an excellent book, but he hated non-fictions even though no one would believe it was true.
"What do you mean, yo?" Todd said quicky. Lance looked down.
"Alvers and Wanda." John said quickly. Then realizing that poor boy's heart was gonna explode. Todd's eyes got angry as he jumped on Lance and tried to beat him up. Tried being the operative word. Lance just there knowing he deserved it. Kitty and Piotr came inside to see what the commotion was all about.
"Lance." Kitty yelled.
"Hey I'm the one getting beat." Lance stated bluntly. She looked at John.
"Aren't you, like, gonna stop this?"
"Alvers deserved it. Todd found out about 'im and Wanda. Anyway I don't think he is doin' that much damage." Piotr looked at his old teammate. He had no clue why Pyro was there. Of all the Alcolyte's, Pyro was the only one who spewed off Magneto's mutant supremacy bullshit. He didn't know if it had been brainwashing or not, but he remembered how when you got Pyro going on Magneto's dream he seriously seemed to believe every word of it. To tell the truth he had no clue why anybody would willing join up with Magneto. He hadn't seen the boy in 6 years and sure as hell hadn't had a serious conversation with him. He remembered how once he mentioned that he felt bad about what they were doing. Pyro just went off on a rant about how humanity treated them like freaks, when they should be revering them. Pyro seriously believed he was a damn god. Still Piotr thought there was no way this kid thought that way before meeting up with Magneto. Magneto was one for forced labor, but he remembered how Magneto had to actually recruit John. He had to say the right thing, at the right time. Piotr glanced again at the boy. He hadn't really changed all that much. He still looked the same and had that same carefree attitude on the surface, but sometimes he just seemed to look tired. Piotr couldn't help but feel pity for him. He glanced at Kitty who was trying to pull Todd off of Lance.
"If you slime me, you are, like, so dead." Kitty said trying to grab him. Finally Lance had enough and rolled around so he had pinned Todd down. As he did this they rolled over the remote changing the channels. Everyone turned their attention to the TV.
"The building is clear and the proper authorities have yet to find the bomb. The is speculation that isn't a bomb and that someone is in fact playing a bad joke." Todd turned the TV off with his tongue. Kitty scoffed with disgust.
"Let's go save them, yo."
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Wanda turned down the alley beside the church. "Come out come out" she said in a sing-song voice. Right in front of her the stray cat in beside the garbage can morphed into Mystique. "How did you know?" Mystique remained quiet. Wanda quickly knocked her feet out from underneath her. Before Mystique knew it she was on the ground and Wanda was leering over her with a killer gleam in her eyes. "How did you know?" She asked again calmly.
"I've been investigating it since it happened. Your father would want it stopped." Wanda chuckled.
"After everything you are still his lapdog?" She said with a sneer. "How does that feel?" Mystique kicked Wanda off of her and held her against a wall, making sure to keep her hands down so Wanda couldn't hex her. Wanda quickly got loose and punched Mystique. After her initial shock, Mystique kicked Wanda off of her feet.
"How'd it feel when he left you in that fine establishment?" Wanda jumped back on her feet from her back pure hatred in her eyes. "Oh did I hit a sore spot?" Wanda finally had enough. 'Screw fighting fair' she thought to herself as she hexed Mystique to one spot.
"Two can play that game." She said with a smirk. "How many children have you abandoned because of your?infatuation with my father" If Mystique wasn't blue, Wanda would have seen Mystique grow red with anger. Both women turned around when they heard the sound, it was deafening, and it made Wanda loose concentration of the hex bolt she had Mystique in. When Wanda turned back around to see Mystique gone. She turned and started to run out of the alley, when something hit her on the head and knocked her out.
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When the final X-men showed up to the scene the bomb had exploded. Jean was busy holding back a great amount of the debris. While Avalanche went straight to work to try to hold the tremors in one place. Cyclops was blasting anything that got past Jean, which wasn't a whole lot considering her power surge. Storm was being having it rain so that the dust settled while Pyro was smothering the flames. Colossus and Shadowcat were lifting and phasing through things to rescue anyone that didn't get far enough away from the church. Once all the flying debris was down Jean lowered herself to the ground and took a survey of the situation. She saw everyone working together to help with the ruins of the church. She saw a silver blur and sighed with relief. Still she couldn't shake that nagging feeling that something was seriously wrong. She had the same feeling in the church and something kept making he look over at the twins. The professor, Logan, and Rogue were in a heated discussion about what exactly had happened.
"Why would they call in the bomb?" Logan asked quickly.
"Ah think that someone found out, and called the cops. After the support meetin' it isn't lahkly that they would warn us before hand." The professor nodded in agreement.
"But who would know about it?" Logan asked the professor.
"It could be that one of her recruits had a bout with their conscience." Logan rolled his eyes. "That or someone else is investigating these events.'
"But.. Who would professa?" Rogue asked hoping that the answer to the question wasn't what she thought it was.
"Magneto. I would like you to go and help, give everyone who needs one a break. Most of us haven't used out abilities to this extent in a long way."
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Erik's lawyer walked into his cell. Erik look at him for a minute.
"Hello Mystique, I trust everything went well."
"As well as could be expected, everyone got out except for some bomb squad people who were looking for the bomb, but they were human completely expendable." He nodded. He took a quick mental note bout who she was limping when she walked in.
"You were limping: were you in the blast?"
"I got in an altercation with your daughter."
"Where?"
"The alley beside the church. I left when I heard the explosion."
"And Wanda?"
"I didn't stick around." She could see the rage in his eyes. "I saw her run out of the alley though. Your brat is fine."
"How are our other plans going?"
"Perfect everything is set, in a month you will be a free man." He nodded. She reached in her briefcase and pulled out in envelope. She slid it across the table. He opened and looked inside. There was a tiny piece of metal, so small it couldn't be picked up by the detection things inside. He nodded again as if to excuse her. "With Audrey Micheal's recent activities it is easy to recruit mutants to our cause, but I fear they won't be ready."
"We won't need very many for what I plan to do." She nodded and began to leave. "Oh and Robert," he said loudly. "My daughter better be ok. She has a part to play wether for good or bad."
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The cab pulled up in front of the institute. The man got out pulling his long brown trench coat on and taking off his sunglasses. His red on black eyes looked at the building. He could tell from standing outside that it was empty. Something was definitely wrong. He opened the door and felt like he was in a ghost town. He had never seen the institute this empty. It was the weekend so most of the students would be out doing random things, but there was usually at least a few people there. He walked into the rec room and walked over to the tv. He almost hit the power button when he saw slime on it. He opted for the remote instead, and flopped down on the couch. He couldn't concentrate on the tv though. His thoughts kept drifting to Rogue. Those green eyes, that hair. He needed to get a grip. She stepped on his heart with her big beautiful combat boots. He needed to forget about it, but he just found himself back here of all places. It wasn't that he didn't have anywhere else to be. It was just that home if where the heart is, and wether Rogue wanted it or not, his heart was here not only with her, but everyone.
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Everyone stood on the other side of the road, watching the fire department finish what they started. "I think it is time to go." Scott said. Piotr agreed shifting the sleeping Kitty that was in his arms. They all started to walk towards the various vehicles. They felt a sudden rush of wind. Pietro stopped in front of them out of breath. He quickly glanced at the grouped mutants.
"Where is Wanda?" Everyone looked around. Jean felt her stomach drop. She couldn't even remember the last time she had seen her.
"When was the last time you saw her?" Scott said quickly.
"Right before we evacuated. She took off like a bat out of hell. She was angry about something."
"Maybe she just took off to take off." Logan stated. Pietro's eyes narrowed, and he was standing beside the man before Logan could blink. All he wanted to do was seriously hurt him for that remark. He was the one that took off just to take off, not Wanda.
"Every time you have seen her has she ever back down?" He spat. "Something's wrong."
"He's right." John said piping up. Pietro moved his anger from Logan to John.
"Listen, Matchstick, I can handle my sister myself. So back off."
"Stupid wanker."
"Asshole."
"Fuck off, Pietro. What the bloody hell is your problem?" They went toward each other, but Scott stepped between them.
"Do you think this'll help?" The men looked down at the ground. "Can you sense her?" He asked to Jean and the Professor. "What about you, speedy? Ya got that twin telepathy thing?"
"It isn't a fucking tracking system, and no I can't it feels like it does at night when she is asleep." He said suddenly realizing something was extremely wrong.
"You didn't have to get rude about it." Scott yelled, towering over the Pietro.
"When you ask stupid fucking questions, I do."
"He's got a point." Lance said suddenly.
"Shut up!" All three men yelled. Kitty woke up in Piotr's arms. Todd saw how upset all the guys were and right now they all wanted to kill each other, but right now he wanted Lance dead.
"Yeah, Lance shut up, yo."
"Todd I swear." Lance said. "You already vented your anger. It is in the past. It was nothing so deal with it." He yelled. Pietro turned his head around in anger.
"You fucking sleep with my sister, and it's nothing. You son of a bitch."
"That isn't what I meant." Lance said, trying to diffuse the situation, but it was too late. He never saw Pietro's fist coming or going. He just realized he was on the ground and his jaw was in pain.
"You hurt her bad." John said softly.
"Fuck you." Lance retorted. John ran his fingers through his hair.
"I hate all you stupid people. I hate your accent butchering, pen clicking, petty arguing, love obsessing attitudes." He finally screamed letting all his stress out for the day.
"We ain't love obsessin' yo" Todd said. This discerned a scoff from Pietro.
"You still got her fucking picture on your night stand. That isn't a crush. Its freaking obsessive and scary." Pietro yelled. "I have no clue what makes you guys so fucking stupid when it comes to my sister, but how fucking dare you think that either you is good enough for her." Todd looked down at the ground, before finally getting angry.
"That is the second time I have been told that today." He said hopping to attack Pietro, who easily dodged the attack.
"Must be true then." Pietro spat. He was just blind with rage.
"That's it!" John screamed. "Don't we have more important things to be doing. I mean, after all she is missing." All the guys looked down. Jean pulled Scott away, and everyone just seemed dumbfounded by the screaming match.
Rogue just watched. She was really surprised that Padre hadn't yelled at them for waking up Kitty. She looked at the guys, having lived with three of them, she knew who made a good argument or not. Todd still crushin' on her was creepy, but Lance and Pietro were the two that she knew the truth about. Sure Pietro was a womanizer, but she also remember so was Lance. Pietro was grounded a bit, as far as she could tell he was generally a gentlemen on dates. Sure he was arrogant and conceited but none the less a gentlemen. She asked him once how he turned out so gentlemanlike. He told her he had a sister, and said that any behavior that he wouldn't like a guy pulling on her he knew was a bad thing to do. Lance dated Kitty, and then instantly moved on to Wanda. Yeah, sure it wasn't one sided, but still he told Kitty she was the love of his life. You just don't get over something like that. Then there was John. She remembered how Wanda had explained their relationship. She also remembered later that day she and Wanda watch John and Ray play racket ball. She quickly noticed the red scratch marks down John's back and Wanda's sheepish reaction to them. At that moment she figured John and Wanda were all about lust, but later she would see the little looks they gave each other when they thought they weren't looking, and the general closeness of the two. There was definitely something more there. She walked into him and drug Pyro away from the shouting match.
"Thanks for getting me out of there."
"No problem." He looked at her. She knew too much. It made him uneasy that someone he just recently started talking to could see right through him. It isn't like he didn't trust her. Someone who knew everyone's memories and didn't run of her trap had to be trustworthy. He respected her, and it made him nervous that every time she saw him, he was looking at Wanda in a mopey school boy fashion. What was up with that anyway? She made things perfectly clear. She didn't want that to happen again, but the thing that made him stare at her was something else entirely. Rogue looked at him. She knew he was thinking about her. "Ya love her, don'tcha? You don't have to answer it, but if it is true ya need to tell her. She needs to hear it, even if it isn't romantic." He nodded. Her and John turned around in time to see an ambulance and various rescue workers trying to clear out the ruble.
"Pietro." Rogue yelled to get his attention. "It's her." Pietro was over there faster than he ever moved before.
"She isn't breathing. Let's get her ready to move." Pietro stomach dropped. She was covered with blood and wasn't breathing. "Do you know her?" Pietro looked at the paramedic.
"She's my sister."
"Were're taking her to St. Andrew's." He stated hitting the back of the ambulence to let them know the doors were shut and that they could go. Pietro raced back, and hoped in his car. Rogue stepped out in front of him before he could leave. She hopped in without a word.
"Get out." He spat. She looked at him like he was insane. "Go get her stuff, Pjs things like that. She at St. Andrew's." He said almost tossing her out the car.
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AN: Hey all, please review I just made a D on my first bio 102 test and I need an ego booster. I know you guys love me for giving you such a wonderful nicely tied up place for a chapter.
Caliente- I am glad that you are enjoying this so much. I am the hugest Jonda fan. At first I love Landa, but then I read all these like romance/humor stories with john and wanda, and I just fell in love. Also this may seem weird but I recently read a story that had a Wanda and Sam pairing (yes are favorite shy southerner) and it was absolutely precious. It just really made sense. I won't touch on that though, I am a jonda at heart. Actually when I started planning this story it was gonna be a Landa. Well magneto has been stuck for six damn years without anything but his damn conscience. I had to make him a little different.
Roguewanderer- Ok I warned you people I was horrible with accents. Like Wanda said love I think three times and Pyro I Australian and I don't know if they say luv there or not, but all the other fics he usually says it. I didn't want him calling Wanda mate. It seemed way to impersonal. The rogue and remy thing I have a plan for, but I keep putting it off because Gambit's accent scares me. I will suck it up, because no guts no glory.
Wanda and Rogue were throwing random clothes around their room. Rogue was looking for something respectable and church like among her goth wardrobe. It had been a week since the support meeting had been bombed and there was going to be a memorial service at a nearby church. She turned from her closet to see Wanda dressed and watching Rogue throw several things around her room. Rogue finally picked up something from the back of her closet. It was something she swore she'd never wear. It was something Kitty had picked out. Rogue pulled the outfit out and let out a shudder at the thought, but then again she didn't have too many choices. It didn't sparkles on it, and it wasn't pastel. Actually it was the closet thing to Rogue's style that Kitty had ever picked out. She quickly changed.
"Who all is coming?" Wanda asked pulling on her shoes.
"Me, you, your brother, jean, Scott, and the instructors." Rogue said cooly. Wanda nodded. Most of the inhabitants were dealing with the attack in their own way.
"This is gonna be so strange. Pey and I don't have a religious bone in our bodies, and if we did it would be Jewish." Rogue slightly chuckled as she heard the other girls shoes click across the floor toward the bathroom.
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Downstairs Jean was ready to go and reading her paper due the following day. She was slightly nervous to see that Pyro was already down there, scribbling furiously on a pad of paper. He didn't even notice she had walked into the room and sat down. That was until he heard it.
Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. He looked up annoyed at Jean who just sat there clicking her pen. She felt his eyes on her. When she looked up, she instantly stopped. "Sorry. Nervous habit." They went on ignoring each other. John put his pad of paper down and rubbed his eyes. He saw his lighter on the table and picked it up. Jean was totally engrossed in proofreading her paper until she heard it.
Click, swish, click. Click, swish, click. Click, swish, click. Click, swish, click. She looked up at him totally annoyed, but instead of saying anything. She started to click her pen again.
Click. Click. Click. Click. Click, swish, click. Click, swish, click.
"Would you stop it already?!?!?!" They both yelled at each other simultaneously. They stared at each other for a few moments. John got up and grabbed his pad not saying a word and left. He walked to the rec. room. Two of the teenage students were in there and they seemed to be studying. John sat down as long as they didn't start clicking their pens he would be all right. That was until he the girl trying to say the lines of the play. She was trying to speak in an accent that even John couldn't figure out. It was like she had taken every accent she had ever heard and mushed it all together. He caught some of Rogue and Sam's southern accent, along with Kurt's German and Piotr's Russian, and to top it all off she was trying to add the worst British accent on top. John looked at her puzzled for a minute. She turned around.
"What?"
"What was that 'posed to be?" He asked her.
"Australian." She stated matter-of-factly. His mouth dropped open.
"Damn. 'Ave you ever heard an Aussie talk?"
"You mean like the narrator guy from the Outback Steakhouse commercials? Wait no no no." She said as she got excited. "The Foster's beer guy." Wanda leaned against the doorway stifling laughter at John's reaction to the girl. His eyes just got big.
"I'm Australian."
"I thought that was British."
"Don't insult me!" He spat to the girl. 'Stupid fucking American' he thought to himself. This girl was insane. Any idiot could tell the difference between Australian and British. He was staring at her like she was insane. How could anyone stand it here with the pen clicking, accent killing X-men? They weren't all bad; he was just pissed off that his writing got interrupted by that incessant clicking. The girl looked like she got an idea. 'Oh God please don't make it involve me.' He thought to himself.
"Can you teach me to speak Australian?" He sighed. 'Thank you God.' He thought to himself.
"You can't teach it."
"You can't teach it." She replied trying to copy his accent. He ran his fingers through his hair. This was gonna be a long fucking day.
"Don't repeat what I say."
"Don't repeat what I say."
"Stop it!"
"Stop it!" He ran his fingers through his hair again.
"God Sheila." She looked slightly confused.
"God Sheila"
"Imma stupid bugger."
"Imma stupid bugger." Then she stopped talking and John smiled triumphantly.
"You have the maturity of a two year old... wait you have the maturity of Pietro." Wanda said from behind him.
"Ouch, that 'urt." She walked over to him.
"I was just coming down to tell ya that we're leaving." He nodded just thankful he got the girl to shut up. Logan and the professor showed up at the door.
"Ya ready kid?" He said to Wanda lighting up his cigar. Wanda rolled her eyes so John could see.
"Wanna get dinner tonight?" He nodded.
"Logan I would prefer if you put that out." The professor said. Logan hesitated. John nudged Wanda and winked in the direction of the cigar. It sparked out before going out and Logan jumped, before narrowing his eyes at the pyrokinetic boy.
"Oughta respect your elders, mate." John said this wicked smile on his face. Wanda laughed at loud, long giving up her fight to keep her laughter down. Logan only growled.
"Bye John." She said leaving. He got this smirk on his face.
"Bye, babycakes." She swirled round and narrowed her eyes. She had flipped out when the first thing that happened when she saw Todd he called her babycakes.
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Wanda glanced around the building. There were so many guards to many for her taste. They would just scare people away, but there wasn't any way around it. She looked up at the chapel and gulped. "Pey?"
"Yeah."
"When was the last time we were in any kind of religious establishment?" He looked at her blankly. He remembered a synagogue as a kid, but not the last time he was ever there. He didn't answer her.
They walked into the building and sat up in the balcony. They could see everything that was going on from up there. Placed right in front of them was a beautiful stained glass window. Pietro was surprised at how many people actually turned up. The place was packed, standing room only. The service began without a hitch. He instantly felt like he was going to go insane. 'I have to get out of here.' He fidgeted. 'Why did catholic type things have to go so damn slow?' He felt like he was going to lose his mind. Wanda elbowed him hard in the ribs. He let out a yelp, discerning a glare from Jean and Scott. He started back up. Wanda looked over at her brother as he ran his fingers through his hair. 'Great, Pey, wonderful damn time for one of your fits.' She thought to herself, before giving herself a mental kick. He had wonderful control of his mutation considering the damn thing never turned off, but once in a while he just couldn't will himself to slow down. She remembered how he had a need for speed before even before his powers manifested. He always thought the world was too slow and it would be fun faster. 'Come on come on come on get a grip get a grip get a grip' he thought to himself over and over again. He was concentrating on trying to slow his breathing and his heart rate. Sometimes he hated his damn mutation. That one thing that supposedly made him better than every other damn person on the planet drove him up the wall insane. 'Fuck you dad' 'Look at the next step in fucking human evolution, freaking out in a damn church.' He sat there; his mind racing. He needed out. 'Why so slow? Why so slow?' Wanda looked at her brother again and grabbed his hand reassuringly. She went toward his ear.
"Calm down Pey." Wanda then shifted so she was facing him on her knees and holding her brother's hands in his lap. She rubbed them reassuringly. They sat there for a few seconds staring at each other, almost as if speaking. They didn't have that twin telepathy thing, but she could sense him, always could. There were times, when she was put away, when she was just feel uplifted. The same was true of him, there were times when he would totally feel depressed, when they were separated. "Calm down." She said softly, lovingly. She knew he was stressed and nervous that was the only times he ever let his body get away from him. He looked at her. He could feel her worry. Usually his fits lasted only a few minutes, but this one was longer.
"Why? Why'd-it-have-ta-happen?" He whispered under his breath for only her to hear. She looked down. She didn't have an answer to that question; no one did. "We-were-supposed-to-stop-it." He said in the same hushed voice.
"Don't think about it. Calm down." He took a few deep breaths, and it wasn't helping. She raised up still on her knees and dropped her brother's hands. He looked at her questionly. She wrapped her arms around his neck. She smoothed his hair with her hand like she had done to calm him down when they were children. She told him to calm down in Romany. Just the softness of the word was comforting. Wanda said them in the same calming tone their mother had, But still it was easier said than done, yet even with their limited remembrance of their mother's language, it made him feel better. She had probably butchered the pronunciation, but he would not be able to tell if she really had. He glanced at his sister. He saw so much of their mother in her. The only thing she physically possessed of Magneto's was her eyes. She had those same blue eyes as her father. No matter how much he hated to admit it and no matter how bad Wanda would hex him for it, Wanda's personality was eighty-five percent Magneto. Their same stubbornness, hard willed, brains, their ability to do whatever it takes, while he constantly second guessed his own decisions. They were both extremely lucky that she had enough of her mother in her to dilute the terror she could actually cause. It was this part acting now, and he noticed how it was coming out more and more lately. He hoped she didn't totally change though. As she is now, she is his other half, his better half, hell his dominant half. Their relationship had been perfect, but it never would be again. It had taken her so long to forgive him for not telling her about her memories. She wasn't mad at him about the asylum. She realized he had only been a child at the time. He still remembered the day she forgave him for going off with Magneto the first time, and for not telling her about her memories. He had told her that there was no excuse for what he did and that he should've told her everything, and she brushed it off saying she would have never believed a word of it. It didn't matter. She had then thanked him for saving Magneto's life which then floored him. She explained that in her opinion it would've made the rage worse and would've made her a common murderer. Their mother's part of her broke through and allowed her to have the breakdown she desperately needed. It helped her to trust him. Ever since that day, her depression had never gone away, and her self-destructive behavior emerged, but for the most part she was content. She had found some type of peace with her past. They had made great strides in their relationship, but they could never be perfect like it was when they were children, before the divorce, before Magneto the terrorist, when things were innocent. Then there were times like this one right now, with her hugging him. It seemed so perfect. He felt his breathing return to normal, as she parted from him. "Better?" He nodded.
She embraced him again held onto him. Her head was on his shoulder. He closed his arms around her. She had calmed him down, and now it was his turn. She could keep her emotions bottled up for his sake, but he still could feel them in the back of his head, like a nagging thought that he couldn't get rid of. He could feel his shoulder getting somewhat damp, but he still knew she was trying to not cry. "It's ok." He said not really knowing what her breakdown was over.
"Shhh. Just hold on to me, ok?" She said in a hushed voice that only he could hear.
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Jean fidgeted nervously in her chair. She was going to lose her mind. After all her years of training, she had gotten a wonderful hold on her telepathy, but all she could hear now was one person's thoughts. Pietro's. They came too fast for her to stop. It was driving her insane. She would hate to be in that brain full time. The worst part was his thoughts were making her feel nervous. She wasn't an empath, and this wasn't making any sense. He felt Scott grab her twiddling thumbs in a calming matter. She couldn't read his thoughts they were too fast, but every once in a while one would come through some what clear. 'Professor.' The professor could sense both Jean and Pietro's uneasiness.
'Jean, it's ok. I know you can't ignore him, neither can I.'
'Why can I read past the blocks?' The professor looked over at Jean as she fidgeted.
'He is projecting out. He is trying to calm himself down and isn't paying attention to anything else.' Jean calmed down trying to ignore him, and finally began to calm down. She glanced over at Pietro embraced in his sister's arms. She had to smile at that sight. It was beautiful. She had never the siblings react that way to each other. She looked at Scott who was still looking at her worriedly.
"I'm ok." She told him.
"Ya sure?" She nodded and returned her attention to the memorial services. She had gotten lucky. Sometimes she couldn't believe that she was still here and with Scott. She almost died just because something decided to take over her body without permission. She woke up and he was there for her. She always knew she wouldn't be able to live without him, but at that moment it just made it real. She gasped. "What?" He asked.
"Something bad is gonna happen." She said now unable to take her eyes off the hugging twins. At that moment a uniformed police office ran up the middle aisle up the pews. The officer said something to the priest, who then stepped aside and let the officer have the microphone.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we need everyone in the building to evacuate. There has been a bomb threat." Wanda pulled away from her brother quickly and stood up.
"Why would they warn us this time?" Ororo said quickly. Scott looked at her. He could tell that she had been crying.
"They wouldn't someone sympathetic to the cause probably wanted to have a little fun."
"That or someone found out what is going on and decided to warn us." Logan piped in quickly. The x-men were busy talking about this amongst themselves, while the professor sent for the rest of the team. The officer looked directly at Wanda and his eyes turned yellow. Pietro looked back at his sister, seeing some rage in her eyes. Mystique.
"Pietro make sure everything goes smoothly," she said, taking off running after the shape shifter.
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John absentmindly flipped through the tv channels. He wasn't really watching it or looking for anything to watch. He was just thankful that the girl had suddenly decided that shopping was the answer to her accent problems. He was sitting in the chair. Flip flip flip. There was nothing ever on tv. He swore most of the time he hated the damned contraption.
"Put it on one channel, yo." Todd said to him rudely as he glared. John looked up. He couldn't help but feel nervous around Todd and Lance, for some reason all they seemed to do was glare angrily at him.
"Face it, she's too good for all of us." He mumbled softly so they couldn't hear.
"What did you say?" Lance said not hearing it, but knowing it was some smart ass remark. John suddenly felt bold.
"I sed she is too good for tha likes of us." Lance's eyes narrowed. John threw the remote down in frustration. What was it with that house and Wanda anyway? This whole situation would make an excellent book, but he hated non-fictions even though no one would believe it was true.
"What do you mean, yo?" Todd said quicky. Lance looked down.
"Alvers and Wanda." John said quickly. Then realizing that poor boy's heart was gonna explode. Todd's eyes got angry as he jumped on Lance and tried to beat him up. Tried being the operative word. Lance just there knowing he deserved it. Kitty and Piotr came inside to see what the commotion was all about.
"Lance." Kitty yelled.
"Hey I'm the one getting beat." Lance stated bluntly. She looked at John.
"Aren't you, like, gonna stop this?"
"Alvers deserved it. Todd found out about 'im and Wanda. Anyway I don't think he is doin' that much damage." Piotr looked at his old teammate. He had no clue why Pyro was there. Of all the Alcolyte's, Pyro was the only one who spewed off Magneto's mutant supremacy bullshit. He didn't know if it had been brainwashing or not, but he remembered how when you got Pyro going on Magneto's dream he seriously seemed to believe every word of it. To tell the truth he had no clue why anybody would willing join up with Magneto. He hadn't seen the boy in 6 years and sure as hell hadn't had a serious conversation with him. He remembered how once he mentioned that he felt bad about what they were doing. Pyro just went off on a rant about how humanity treated them like freaks, when they should be revering them. Pyro seriously believed he was a damn god. Still Piotr thought there was no way this kid thought that way before meeting up with Magneto. Magneto was one for forced labor, but he remembered how Magneto had to actually recruit John. He had to say the right thing, at the right time. Piotr glanced again at the boy. He hadn't really changed all that much. He still looked the same and had that same carefree attitude on the surface, but sometimes he just seemed to look tired. Piotr couldn't help but feel pity for him. He glanced at Kitty who was trying to pull Todd off of Lance.
"If you slime me, you are, like, so dead." Kitty said trying to grab him. Finally Lance had enough and rolled around so he had pinned Todd down. As he did this they rolled over the remote changing the channels. Everyone turned their attention to the TV.
"The building is clear and the proper authorities have yet to find the bomb. The is speculation that isn't a bomb and that someone is in fact playing a bad joke." Todd turned the TV off with his tongue. Kitty scoffed with disgust.
"Let's go save them, yo."
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Wanda turned down the alley beside the church. "Come out come out" she said in a sing-song voice. Right in front of her the stray cat in beside the garbage can morphed into Mystique. "How did you know?" Mystique remained quiet. Wanda quickly knocked her feet out from underneath her. Before Mystique knew it she was on the ground and Wanda was leering over her with a killer gleam in her eyes. "How did you know?" She asked again calmly.
"I've been investigating it since it happened. Your father would want it stopped." Wanda chuckled.
"After everything you are still his lapdog?" She said with a sneer. "How does that feel?" Mystique kicked Wanda off of her and held her against a wall, making sure to keep her hands down so Wanda couldn't hex her. Wanda quickly got loose and punched Mystique. After her initial shock, Mystique kicked Wanda off of her feet.
"How'd it feel when he left you in that fine establishment?" Wanda jumped back on her feet from her back pure hatred in her eyes. "Oh did I hit a sore spot?" Wanda finally had enough. 'Screw fighting fair' she thought to herself as she hexed Mystique to one spot.
"Two can play that game." She said with a smirk. "How many children have you abandoned because of your?infatuation with my father" If Mystique wasn't blue, Wanda would have seen Mystique grow red with anger. Both women turned around when they heard the sound, it was deafening, and it made Wanda loose concentration of the hex bolt she had Mystique in. When Wanda turned back around to see Mystique gone. She turned and started to run out of the alley, when something hit her on the head and knocked her out.
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When the final X-men showed up to the scene the bomb had exploded. Jean was busy holding back a great amount of the debris. While Avalanche went straight to work to try to hold the tremors in one place. Cyclops was blasting anything that got past Jean, which wasn't a whole lot considering her power surge. Storm was being having it rain so that the dust settled while Pyro was smothering the flames. Colossus and Shadowcat were lifting and phasing through things to rescue anyone that didn't get far enough away from the church. Once all the flying debris was down Jean lowered herself to the ground and took a survey of the situation. She saw everyone working together to help with the ruins of the church. She saw a silver blur and sighed with relief. Still she couldn't shake that nagging feeling that something was seriously wrong. She had the same feeling in the church and something kept making he look over at the twins. The professor, Logan, and Rogue were in a heated discussion about what exactly had happened.
"Why would they call in the bomb?" Logan asked quickly.
"Ah think that someone found out, and called the cops. After the support meetin' it isn't lahkly that they would warn us before hand." The professor nodded in agreement.
"But who would know about it?" Logan asked the professor.
"It could be that one of her recruits had a bout with their conscience." Logan rolled his eyes. "That or someone else is investigating these events.'
"But.. Who would professa?" Rogue asked hoping that the answer to the question wasn't what she thought it was.
"Magneto. I would like you to go and help, give everyone who needs one a break. Most of us haven't used out abilities to this extent in a long way."
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Erik's lawyer walked into his cell. Erik look at him for a minute.
"Hello Mystique, I trust everything went well."
"As well as could be expected, everyone got out except for some bomb squad people who were looking for the bomb, but they were human completely expendable." He nodded. He took a quick mental note bout who she was limping when she walked in.
"You were limping: were you in the blast?"
"I got in an altercation with your daughter."
"Where?"
"The alley beside the church. I left when I heard the explosion."
"And Wanda?"
"I didn't stick around." She could see the rage in his eyes. "I saw her run out of the alley though. Your brat is fine."
"How are our other plans going?"
"Perfect everything is set, in a month you will be a free man." He nodded. She reached in her briefcase and pulled out in envelope. She slid it across the table. He opened and looked inside. There was a tiny piece of metal, so small it couldn't be picked up by the detection things inside. He nodded again as if to excuse her. "With Audrey Micheal's recent activities it is easy to recruit mutants to our cause, but I fear they won't be ready."
"We won't need very many for what I plan to do." She nodded and began to leave. "Oh and Robert," he said loudly. "My daughter better be ok. She has a part to play wether for good or bad."
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The cab pulled up in front of the institute. The man got out pulling his long brown trench coat on and taking off his sunglasses. His red on black eyes looked at the building. He could tell from standing outside that it was empty. Something was definitely wrong. He opened the door and felt like he was in a ghost town. He had never seen the institute this empty. It was the weekend so most of the students would be out doing random things, but there was usually at least a few people there. He walked into the rec room and walked over to the tv. He almost hit the power button when he saw slime on it. He opted for the remote instead, and flopped down on the couch. He couldn't concentrate on the tv though. His thoughts kept drifting to Rogue. Those green eyes, that hair. He needed to get a grip. She stepped on his heart with her big beautiful combat boots. He needed to forget about it, but he just found himself back here of all places. It wasn't that he didn't have anywhere else to be. It was just that home if where the heart is, and wether Rogue wanted it or not, his heart was here not only with her, but everyone.
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Everyone stood on the other side of the road, watching the fire department finish what they started. "I think it is time to go." Scott said. Piotr agreed shifting the sleeping Kitty that was in his arms. They all started to walk towards the various vehicles. They felt a sudden rush of wind. Pietro stopped in front of them out of breath. He quickly glanced at the grouped mutants.
"Where is Wanda?" Everyone looked around. Jean felt her stomach drop. She couldn't even remember the last time she had seen her.
"When was the last time you saw her?" Scott said quickly.
"Right before we evacuated. She took off like a bat out of hell. She was angry about something."
"Maybe she just took off to take off." Logan stated. Pietro's eyes narrowed, and he was standing beside the man before Logan could blink. All he wanted to do was seriously hurt him for that remark. He was the one that took off just to take off, not Wanda.
"Every time you have seen her has she ever back down?" He spat. "Something's wrong."
"He's right." John said piping up. Pietro moved his anger from Logan to John.
"Listen, Matchstick, I can handle my sister myself. So back off."
"Stupid wanker."
"Asshole."
"Fuck off, Pietro. What the bloody hell is your problem?" They went toward each other, but Scott stepped between them.
"Do you think this'll help?" The men looked down at the ground. "Can you sense her?" He asked to Jean and the Professor. "What about you, speedy? Ya got that twin telepathy thing?"
"It isn't a fucking tracking system, and no I can't it feels like it does at night when she is asleep." He said suddenly realizing something was extremely wrong.
"You didn't have to get rude about it." Scott yelled, towering over the Pietro.
"When you ask stupid fucking questions, I do."
"He's got a point." Lance said suddenly.
"Shut up!" All three men yelled. Kitty woke up in Piotr's arms. Todd saw how upset all the guys were and right now they all wanted to kill each other, but right now he wanted Lance dead.
"Yeah, Lance shut up, yo."
"Todd I swear." Lance said. "You already vented your anger. It is in the past. It was nothing so deal with it." He yelled. Pietro turned his head around in anger.
"You fucking sleep with my sister, and it's nothing. You son of a bitch."
"That isn't what I meant." Lance said, trying to diffuse the situation, but it was too late. He never saw Pietro's fist coming or going. He just realized he was on the ground and his jaw was in pain.
"You hurt her bad." John said softly.
"Fuck you." Lance retorted. John ran his fingers through his hair.
"I hate all you stupid people. I hate your accent butchering, pen clicking, petty arguing, love obsessing attitudes." He finally screamed letting all his stress out for the day.
"We ain't love obsessin' yo" Todd said. This discerned a scoff from Pietro.
"You still got her fucking picture on your night stand. That isn't a crush. Its freaking obsessive and scary." Pietro yelled. "I have no clue what makes you guys so fucking stupid when it comes to my sister, but how fucking dare you think that either you is good enough for her." Todd looked down at the ground, before finally getting angry.
"That is the second time I have been told that today." He said hopping to attack Pietro, who easily dodged the attack.
"Must be true then." Pietro spat. He was just blind with rage.
"That's it!" John screamed. "Don't we have more important things to be doing. I mean, after all she is missing." All the guys looked down. Jean pulled Scott away, and everyone just seemed dumbfounded by the screaming match.
Rogue just watched. She was really surprised that Padre hadn't yelled at them for waking up Kitty. She looked at the guys, having lived with three of them, she knew who made a good argument or not. Todd still crushin' on her was creepy, but Lance and Pietro were the two that she knew the truth about. Sure Pietro was a womanizer, but she also remember so was Lance. Pietro was grounded a bit, as far as she could tell he was generally a gentlemen on dates. Sure he was arrogant and conceited but none the less a gentlemen. She asked him once how he turned out so gentlemanlike. He told her he had a sister, and said that any behavior that he wouldn't like a guy pulling on her he knew was a bad thing to do. Lance dated Kitty, and then instantly moved on to Wanda. Yeah, sure it wasn't one sided, but still he told Kitty she was the love of his life. You just don't get over something like that. Then there was John. She remembered how Wanda had explained their relationship. She also remembered later that day she and Wanda watch John and Ray play racket ball. She quickly noticed the red scratch marks down John's back and Wanda's sheepish reaction to them. At that moment she figured John and Wanda were all about lust, but later she would see the little looks they gave each other when they thought they weren't looking, and the general closeness of the two. There was definitely something more there. She walked into him and drug Pyro away from the shouting match.
"Thanks for getting me out of there."
"No problem." He looked at her. She knew too much. It made him uneasy that someone he just recently started talking to could see right through him. It isn't like he didn't trust her. Someone who knew everyone's memories and didn't run of her trap had to be trustworthy. He respected her, and it made him nervous that every time she saw him, he was looking at Wanda in a mopey school boy fashion. What was up with that anyway? She made things perfectly clear. She didn't want that to happen again, but the thing that made him stare at her was something else entirely. Rogue looked at him. She knew he was thinking about her. "Ya love her, don'tcha? You don't have to answer it, but if it is true ya need to tell her. She needs to hear it, even if it isn't romantic." He nodded. Her and John turned around in time to see an ambulance and various rescue workers trying to clear out the ruble.
"Pietro." Rogue yelled to get his attention. "It's her." Pietro was over there faster than he ever moved before.
"She isn't breathing. Let's get her ready to move." Pietro stomach dropped. She was covered with blood and wasn't breathing. "Do you know her?" Pietro looked at the paramedic.
"She's my sister."
"Were're taking her to St. Andrew's." He stated hitting the back of the ambulence to let them know the doors were shut and that they could go. Pietro raced back, and hoped in his car. Rogue stepped out in front of him before he could leave. She hopped in without a word.
"Get out." He spat. She looked at him like he was insane. "Go get her stuff, Pjs things like that. She at St. Andrew's." He said almost tossing her out the car.
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AN: Hey all, please review I just made a D on my first bio 102 test and I need an ego booster. I know you guys love me for giving you such a wonderful nicely tied up place for a chapter.
Caliente- I am glad that you are enjoying this so much. I am the hugest Jonda fan. At first I love Landa, but then I read all these like romance/humor stories with john and wanda, and I just fell in love. Also this may seem weird but I recently read a story that had a Wanda and Sam pairing (yes are favorite shy southerner) and it was absolutely precious. It just really made sense. I won't touch on that though, I am a jonda at heart. Actually when I started planning this story it was gonna be a Landa. Well magneto has been stuck for six damn years without anything but his damn conscience. I had to make him a little different.
Roguewanderer- Ok I warned you people I was horrible with accents. Like Wanda said love I think three times and Pyro I Australian and I don't know if they say luv there or not, but all the other fics he usually says it. I didn't want him calling Wanda mate. It seemed way to impersonal. The rogue and remy thing I have a plan for, but I keep putting it off because Gambit's accent scares me. I will suck it up, because no guts no glory.