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Chapter nine
The door slammed, stomps were heard.
"Chere, it wasn't that bad."
"Wasn't that bad? Wasn't that bad?!?!" Rogue screamed, whipping around back at him. "First Ah phased ya halfway into the ground, and couldn't get ya out. We had to ruin Kitty and Peter's perfectly romantic night. Then, Ah o so nicely freeze the food. Then as we're waitin' to get more food at the restaurant, Ah hexed the waiter and knocked him out. We had to leave cause the owner called the cops. Tonight was a disaster, and Ah don't wanna think about it." She said, spinning to stomp up the steps. He grabbed her arm. She slightly gasped still not used to skin to skin contact. His hand was warm. She wanted it to stay there, or hold his hand, or some other asinine high school thing. "Let go Swamp Rat." She said quietly. He released her and she slowly turned around. "Ah wanted tonight to be great." She said softly not even recognizing her voice. "Ya have this affect on me, Remy, and Ah just wanted... Ah'm always in the way, and Ah always will be. Why do ya waste your time?"
"Why do ya tink you're a waste of time?" He said stepping up to kiss her.
"Why do ya think Ah'm not?" She asked him back. He paused.
"Your beautiful, chere. Your always on my mind. Remy thinks that maybe ya just aren't ready to be in public." She rolled her eyes. He was right. She wasn't ready to be out in public, out in the mutant hating public, with powers she couldn't control.
He put his arm around her and lead her into the Rec room. He saw a couple of the newer recruits playing a video game. He quickly motioned for them to leave, almost in a pleading manner. They looked at Rogue's face and left. He quickly walked over to the movie collection. "What do ya wanna watch?" She shrugged.
"Ah honestly don't care." He quickly picked out a movie and started it. The two of them got cozy on the couch and the rest of the night went off without a hitch.
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She slammed the hotel room door. He opened it right after her.
"Come on Wanda, I said I was sorry."
"You have officially become the most annoying person I know." This is how their fights usually went. He would do something stupid or annoying, she would ask him to stop, he wouldn't, and then she get pissed off. He flicked his lighter, and she marched straight up to him and snatched it out of his hands. "Your lighter privileges have officially been revoked."
"Bloody hell, What the hell did I do to deserve that?" She threw her hands up and sighed exasperated. She couldn't help it. He just sometimes annoyed the hell out of her. She wasn't angry just officially annoyed. Why did he have to pull this bullshit now? He knew she was already emotionally drained, but come to think of it she was ALWAYS emotionally drained.
"How about throwing flames out of my car while I am trying to drive down the interstate. What the hell made you think THAT was a good idea?" She yelled.
"Ummmm..." He looked at her searching for an answer. "I was bored." She sighed, flopping down on one of the beds. "I was just havin' a little fun." She waved a hand at him dismissively. She didn't want to talk about it anymore. She was tired and all she wanted to do was sleep. She could feel his eyes on her. She just waved her hand dismissively. She shuddered. You always fear becoming your parents, and that is one thing that always pissed her off about Magneto, during her mind swipe. She had nothing else to be pissed off about at the time. He would just gesture to let someone know he was through with the conversation. It was so passive-aggressive. Fuck, she hated it.
She went to her suitcase and pulled out some pajamas, and tossed John lighter back to him. He smiled. She rolled her eyes. Why did he have to be so... so... John? She sighed slightly out of frustration.
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Pietro flopped on the couch and stared intensely at his cell phone. If he looked long enough, maybe he could make it ring. Why hadn't she called? She had been gone for two days. He laid back and started just randomly flipping through tv stations. He had left Xavier's and was back at the Avenger's mansion. He didn't want to hang around that place. It was so strange to be around that guy. This is the man that used to come over for Friday night dinners when the twins were younger.
Pietro rubbed his eyes. Call already. He could kill John. Why did she think he was so great? She told him things and became friends with him before she even forgave Pietro, and then he thought for sure that after that night she got her memories she would never speak to Pyro again. After all, he was the one that lead her to the mind swipe, but no of course that didn't work. What was it that made her so forgiving of Pyro, when all she ever wanted to do was not talk to himself? She had the worst temper, but why had it only been reserved for him? He shook his head. He needed to get his mind on something other than this wonderful trip down memory lane. He glanced back at the TV. News. News. News. Why was it that was the only thing on at this time. He continued to flip, until his eyes caught on a picture in the corner of the screen. He sat up quickly, and turned the volume up.
"We will now got to Miranda Hart who is on the scene."
"Thank you. I am standing out here out side of the mutant jail in upstate New York, where known mutant terrorist Erik Lensherr has escaped. They police are currently questioning his lawyer Robert Adams about his escape. Mr. Lensherr was arrested after an attack on the city of Albany almost six years ago." Pietro sat there in silence. Alive. He was ALIVE. He flipped off the television. That bastard was alive. He remembered the strange look McCoy gave him, when he announced that Wanda got drunk every anniversary of their father's death. They knew. All those fucking X-geeks knew. The shock in his eyes quickly turned to anger. He jumped off the couch and raced towards the institute.
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She had to do this.
She had put it off for two days. She drove there both days, but ended up just driving straight back to the hotel. What if she slammed the door in her face? She did have a new life now, complete with two highschool age children. Wanda and Pietro did go with their father willingly. They picked that bastard over her. Wanda would slam the door in her own face. Their mom knew how crazy their father was getting, and she fled with them. Wanda hated her for that. Her and Pietro didn't understand why they had to leave. Little kids don't notice the quirks of their parents. Little kids tend to think of their parents as heros. One night when Wanda and Pietro were about eight their mother fled with them and even changed their name to her maiden name. Wanda hated her so much for that. She was so stupid, how could she not see what their mother saw? Six months later, Pietro and her had snuck out of the back yard and went to the park. In a coincidental meeting they happened upon their father, and left with him. Wanda had actually been surprised to see him. They both left with him and never saw their mother again. Wanda hadn't liked that either. When she asked her father why momma couldn't I've with them also, and why couldn't they be a whole family again, he just responded with a solemn "we can't". Wanda went into a rage and he powers manifested.
Wanda closed her eyes and knocked on the door. A strange realization hit her. What was she going to call her? Mom seemed like the appropriate term, but she wasn't really comfortable with that. Yet, she deserved more than "hey you". She ran her fingers through her hair.
"I can't do this." She said in a hushed voice, getting ready to flee. The door opened, too late. The woman at the door looked at Wanda in shock for a few seconds.
"Oh my god." She said softly before pulling Wanda into an embrace. She quickly seemed to notice her daughter's uneasiness and pulled away. "Come in." She said again. Wanda had forgotten how soft spoken she was. She walked in the house.
"So..."
"I'll go make some tea make yourself at home." Wanda nodded slightly as her mother left the room. She walked further into the living room and saw a lot of pictures on the mantle. There was a graduation picture of a teenage girl. She touched the glass before moving to the next picture. It was boy a year or two younger than his sister, hugging her in her robe. They were so happy.
She turned when she heard her mom enter the room. She softly walked towards her. "That's Ryan and Melissa." Wanda had no clue what to think. Had her and Pietro been that easy to replace? The girl in the picture was maybe only four years younger than Wanda. "Melissa goes to NYU and Ryan is a senior." She nodded not taking her eyes off their pictures. Magda looked at her daughter. What was she supposed to say? She had so many questions. She needed answers to. She heard the tea kettle whistle. "I'll be right back." Wanda finally took her eyes away from the pictures, and noticed her mom. Her dark and going grey hair was pulled back into loose bun, and she wore a long flowy skirt. Wanda smiled. She always wore those skirts. She was a tad heavier than Wanda remembered, but having children will do that to a person. Not long after she returned with the tea and went to the bookshelf and pulled down a photo album. She sat down next to Wanda who had just taken a sip of her tea.
She looked at her as if to study her daughter. She never in a thousand years would ever think she would see either of them again. Her daughter looked far too tired for a girl of twenty-three. Wanda noticed her mom staring and met her eyes. Wanda knew her mother's eyes weren't blue, but their chocolate brown color was still surprising. "I have so many questions."
"Shoot. I'm an open book." She looked at her daughter she was almost afraid to ask. The whole time her children were gone she prayed that at least they had stayed together.
"Where's Pietro?"
"He doesn't know I'm here." She said quickly almost ashamed. John was right. She should have brought him.
"Still protecting him?"
"I guess. He hasn't changed much. Still got that hair and them eyes, still adores his reflection. He's a looker and he knows it." Her mother chuckled.
"He married? Either one of you?" It was Wanda's turn to chuckle. "Is there anybody special?" 'Yea, but he used to work as a terrorist for my dad. Oh and he may also be an insane pyromaniac. He was in prison for arson, but all that is ok because he writes books. Aren't ya proud?' Wanda thought to herself.
"I'm not married, and Pietro is quite a ladies man." Her mom's demeanor changed slightly.
"Is he a jerk about it?" She asked quietly.
"No. You'd be proud."
"Umm..." She had no clue how to word her next question, which is something she had often plagued her mind. "Are either of you umm....?"
"Mutants?"
"Yeah."
"Does it matter?" Wanda asked sounding hurt.
"No, I didn't mean it like that."
"We both are." She nodded and her demeanor changed to something more serious.
"Were you happy? Your life?" Wanda looked at her not sure what to say about the question.
"We missed you." She started. It wasn't a lie. "but he never did anything horrible to us." Wanda lied. She had to. She didn't see the point in telling her what really happened. It would only upset the both of them. Wanda reached for the photo album, and flipped randomly through the first few pages. "Do they know about us?"
"Who?" Wanda looked up at her sadly.
"Your family."
"They do now. They know about you, Pietro and Anya." Wanda looked up from the various pictures of her and Pietro as children.
"Who?"
"Anya your sister." Wanda looked at her mother confused. She placed a hand on her daughter's knee. "I think we need to talk." She gave herself a refill of her tea. "I was nineteen when I met your father. Not long after we married and had a child. We were living in this small village, when your father actually had a power surge. A part of the village was destroyed, and the villagers found out it was your father's doing, and there was a mob outside of our house. They set it on fire. Anya was inside. Your father tried his hardest to save her, but the townspeople held him back. She burned to death. He wasn't the same after that. I saw him kill a few of the men trying to get to her in time. She was only eight, and I was pregnant with you and Pietro. She was so happy about having a little brother or sister." Her voice said cracking at the end. "Excuse me." She said quickly leaving the room.
Wanda ran her fingers through her hair. She looked up and noticed a box of home movies with various labels. She smiled. Her mom always had that camera. Everywhere they went. She crawled over to the box and flipped through it. She looked at the various labels. Nothing. She looked in the last box and found what she was looking for. Her and Pietro's tapes, plays and sporting events, everything. She flipped though remembering almost everything. Then her eyes fell on a tape: Anya's eighth birthday. She held it up for a moment just staring at it as if it would play automatically for her. She looked down the hallway to where her mother had disappeared. She quickly put the tape in her bag, and put the boxes back. She then returned to the couch, rubbing her eyes. She couldn't deal with these conflicting emotions. She had to leave.
"Would you like to stay for dinner?" Her mother asked returning after regaining her composure.
"I think I'll just go."
"Wanda you don't have to go. They won't mind."
"It isn't that. I just don't feel comfortable. At least not right now." She said softly. 'Do not cry, Wanda. You aren't weak. Don't cry.' She kept telling herself over and over again. She dug into her purse and wrote down a number. She handed it to her mom. She was afraid to speak because of the emotion that would take over. "Call me. I'll talk to Pie and send him your way."
She went to walk out, but her mom grabbed her arm. Wanda looked her in the eye and for the first time noticed the tears that probably were identical to her own. She let some tears fall, but still tried to fight them. Her mother moved closer to her, saying something in Romany in her calming voice. Wanda looked at her confused. "I don't know what that means!" She yelled in frustration, beginning to sob. Her mom took the girl into her arms.
"Tears can't hurt you, Wanda."
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Rogue sat in the professor's office. She spent a lot of time in the professor's office with all the damage she had been doing she was debating on locking herself up in the danger room, and that stupid Swamp Rat was not helping always whispering and flirting with her with his stupid french nothings. Their second date had gone off without a hitch, but still she had so much on her mind. Why did she always have to make excuses when it came to him?
"I'm sorry I'm late Rogue, but I've received some disturbing news. Magneto has escaped."
"What are we gonna do?"
"Nothing now. I have no idea what he is up to, and right now I am more worried about..." He was cut off by the door slamming open.
"Damnit Logan." Rogue snapped, looking at the door.
"That." The professor said quietly. Pietro stood there anger in his eyes.
"You-knew-and-said-nothing."
'Calm down' the professor projected to him.
"Get out of my head." He snapped. Rogue looked at him. She went to say something. "Don't," Pietro said holding up his hand. "I-don't-have-anything-to-say-to-you-at-the-moment. This-is-between-him-and-me."
"What?" Rogue said not understanding a word he said.
"Get out!" Rogue looked at the professor, who nodded she left the room.
"What were you planning to do, Pietro? Come in here and cause some damage. I can understand that you are angry."
"How long were we here?"
"Three weeks."
"For three weeks you let us walk around thinking everything was great. I don't even want to think about what shit is gonna go down when Wanda finds out." The professor thought or a moment and was glad that he was dealing with the more stable of the two at the time.
"I don't want to think about it either. Please sit." The professor said motioning toward a chair. Pietro looked at him for a few moments before finally sitting.
"What do you think he's plannin'?"
"I don't know."
"All my life I wasn't good enough for him, but I want to see the look on his face when I am good enough to help bing him down." The professor looked at the boy and for the first time noticed the same anger he saw on Wanda's face. "He's planning something. I know it."
"We are working on it, Pietro. I didn't see any reason to tell you about him. He wanted to remain dead to you and Wanda."
"You've talked to him recently."
"I don't think he will bother you or your sister." Pietro scoffed you believe that. His goal in life was to see how much his children will put up with when it comes to him. He treated us worse than any of his lackeys." The professor shook his head, thankful to have actually gotten Quicksilver calmed down. Pietro was always the easy one though.
"You are welcome to stay, if you really want to help." He nodded quickly.
"Wanda doesn't know yet. If she did, I'd know."
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Rogue walked up the stairs. She headed to go into her room until she heard Kitty's squeal of delight walk up behind her, but this time it was different it was even peppier and squealier. Rogue shuddered at the thought. She loved Kitty, but couldn't handle a even more peppier Kitty.
"You are, like, never gonna believe what just happened to me."
"What?"
"Guess."
"Kitty, Ah ain't in the mood."
"I'll give you a hint." She said holding out her hand. Rogue looked at her as if she were stupid before seeing the rock on her finger.
"Oh my Gawd. That thing is huge." Rogue looked at.
"I'M, LIKE, GETTING MARRIED!" Kitty screamed as she hugged a shocked Rogue. Not shocked because of Kitty's engagement, she had been expecting it, she won the pool. She was shocked for her lose of hearing. The girls separated, and Rogue let Kitty's statement sink in. A smile crossed her face. Both girls squealed and hugged. Yes, rogue squealed, 95% for her friend and 5% for the 500 dollars she had just won.
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Wanda dropped her car keys on the hotel dresser and rubbed her eyes, after her little breakdown. She found out the Ryan and her mom's husband both had to work late. Wanda stayed for dinner anyway. She looked around it was dark. It was only seven. John must be out eating. He would be gone for a while. That boy was like a hoover vacuum... an incredibly hot hoover vacuum.
"What is wrong with me? Maybe if a just go ahead and fuck him, I can get it out of my system." She said, lying back on the bed spilling the contents of her purse. He rubbed her temples, and tried to shove the contents back into the bag without looking, but her hand stumbled upon this quite large object. Her eyes got huge. The tape. She had totally forgotten about it. She picked it up. Now she felt bad. Why had she taken it? She felt like the worst person on the planet. What was her morbid fascination with the past? It was probably the fact that her past was still a huge mess. Sometimes she remembered happy things and then she had to think about how old she was in the memory to see if it was real or not. That damn mind swipe still affected her to this day. "I bought alcohol just incase it was too bad." She said popping the tape in the vcr.
She heard two voices sing happy birthday. The red haired girl sat there smiling, not being able to hold in her excitement of the cake and everything. The thing that was the real emotion spinner wasn't this blast from the past, it was the fact that the girl was sitting in her father's lap, and he looked happy. Erik Lensherr, happy. Just from the few second of footage you could tell that he doted on the girl.
"Anya, what did you wish for?"
"I want to name the baby."
"What names?" Her mother asked from behind the camera. The little girl though for a moment, obviously not having thought her wish through. She scrunched her nose up.
"In my class we read this story about this boy named Pietro and my doll's name was Wanda." Wanda quickly hit stop. Her breath in her throat. She told herself to breath.
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Why the fuck did Chicago have to be so damn busy on a Friday night? He just wanted to eat. He said walking back up to the room. He heard motion inside before he even opened the door. Wanda was frantically pacing around the room with a bottle in her hands. He saw her take a quick drink and her face scrunch up until it passed.
"What happened?" He said asked, fearing the worst. He heard her mumble angrily, which was scary, something he had never heard from her. It was almost how an insane person would mumble. He stopped her putting both hands on her arms. She broke from his grasp and looked at him, as if she were noticing him for the first time.
"How dare he?" She said in almost a whisper.
"What?"
"How fucking dare he? How dare that bastard make me feel sorry for him?!?!?" She said finally raising her voice into a yell. "That man... that thing does not deserve my sympathy." John looked at her. He no idea what she was talking about, but considering he already had to duck something she had physically thrown across the room, he wasn't going to ask. "Why couldn't he love Pietro and me? Was it that hard? What the fuck was wrong with us?" Things started to fly around the room, and he decided that he needed to calm her down.
"Listen.."
"Oh shut the fuck up, John. It isn't like you know. No one can." She said as she began to pace again. "How dare he? I feel pity and I feel sorry for him. It isn't fair. I'm supposed to hate him. I was happy hating him, but noooooo from beyond the grave this shit has to happen." She was so confused and that was one feeling she hated more than anything was confusion. "I will not cry. I will not cry. I will not cry." She said under her breath. She leaned against the wall. She could feel his eyes on her, but right now, she seriously couldn't be bothered. "Ever since I made nice with my brother, I have been a goddamned faucet." She said softly. "I don't cry. The scarlet witch does not cry."
"What about Wanda?" He saw a familiar look of rage turn up in her eyes.
"I'm stronger than that. I'm better than that." She said picking up her bottle to take a drink, instead she just looked at the bottle seemingly studying it. In a fit of pure rage and frustration, she threw it across the wall. John grimaced. "I AM NOT WEAK!!!" She said sliding down the wall and unto the floor, crying... sobbing. She looked at him. "I'm not weak." She said more softly. He moved and sat down net to her. He threw his arm around her.
"I know that."
"You don't have to say anything...just..." She trailed off, crying unto his shoulder. He put his other arm around her pulling her into a hug.
John put Wanda in bed. Poor girl had actually cried herself sleep. He brought he covers up around her body. She looked so peaceful. Her eyes fluttered open, and she stretched. "I need to call my brother."
"It can wait." He said bending over her. She looked tired and drained but still absolutely beautiful. She tried to pull a smile over her face, but failed miserably.
"Do you feel bad that you always have to pick me up and put me back together?" He smiled at her.
"No, I don't." She raised her hand up and touched his cheek.
"Thank you."
"It's no trouble." She picked her head up and gave him a peck on his lips. His eyes met with hers, and she pulled his face closer to hers.
"No John, I'm serious, you have no idea what it means." He looked into her eyes. He seriously had no idea how someone stable would affect her life. He had no way of knowing. He kissed her forehead and sat on the edge of the bed.
She sat up, and moved close to him. She ran her fingers through her hair, bringing it all to one side. So beautiful. He felt her move closer until her lips were on his. Her tongue begging entry into his mouth, her arms around his neck. So beautiful. He moved his hands around to the small of her back, pulling her closer and deepening their kiss. He could taste the Alcohol on her breath. This is what he wanted, wasn't it? So why did he feel so guilty? Why couldn't he just be guy? He broke away from her and looked at her, taking her image into his head. She looked tired and it just reminded him of her day, which in turn reminded him of her freak out she had not even an hour ago. That was it. The emotionally tiring day she had just had mixed with the effects of whatever the hell liquor she had been drinking. He felt her kiss his neck. This wasn't right. He couldn't do this, not to her, and he had to stop her now, before he would no longer be able to resist her. Not that he ever could. He pulled away from her, and she looked at him with questioning eyes. She wasn't in the right state of mind to be deciding what food she wanted much less this. He could also tell that if this happened and in the morning their relationship went back to normal. He would be crazy.
"Listen, this is right." He finally got himself to choke out...barely. She glared at him, and her face softened. He probably just felt bad leading her on.
"Fine, no biggie." She said cooly, almost to cooly. Cool to a point that John was sure she pissed off as hell at him. She slid back into bed and pulled the covers around the bed. "Night, John." She said reaching for the light.
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The next day Wanda pulled up at the institute. She had to get out of that car. She had a headache, which was weird considering the entire ride back was mostly uncomfortable silence. "I'm such an idiot. I threw myself at him. Why would I do that? I am seriously fucked up in the head." That was it. She had to get this shit out in the open. They could handle anything that was thrown at them.
"Where-have-you-been? I've-been-calling-nonstop." Wanda turned around toward her brother. He was nervous. Most likely because she hadn't called when she said she would.
"Pietro, I will talk to you in five minutes. Can't you at least let me get situated first?"
"This-is-important."
"Everything is important when it comes to you. I really need to talk to you too." She really did, and she was being selfish and she knew it, but she had to talk to John before she lost her nerve. Pietro looked at he sister defeated. The last thing he needed was her in a bad mood, when he told her their father was alive.
"Just find me."
"I will." He sped off into the mansion.
She leaned against one of the columns and slid down to sit on the porch. She watched John as he tried to walk in the mansion.
"Hey sparks." He turned around, and she patted the floor beside her and he sat. She turned to face him. "I wanted to thank you for being there for me this week. You have no idea... and umm... I wanted to thank you for being a gentleman last night. I was in no state of mind to be picking out my socks..." He chuckled.
"It's water under the bridge. You don't have to worry about it. I know you would do the same."
"And more. I'd do anything you asked me too."
"Same way I feel about..." He was interrupted when she kissed him. He sat in shock for a moment. She was kissing him. There was also no outside circumstances at play. She broke it, and looked down sheepishly. 'Oh great, she kisses you and you are so shocked you do nothing in return?' He thought. He cradled the side of her face, and her expression surprised him once again. She looked so vulnerable. He bent towards her and kissed her. And he loved it, the taste of her, the smell of her, and the way that when she touched him it felt electric. He separated from her and smiled not moving farther than a few centimeters away from her face.
"Come with me?" She cocked her head to the side. This was it the invitation she had been waiting for. She would go anywhere for him. Even Antarctica, his touch set her on fire and she'd never be cold. Ever.
"What?"
"My parents left me that house when they died. I didn't get it until I was eighteen, and by the time I was nineteen I was in the states. I haven't been there in a while, but it is still there, and you always said that you wanted to go farther in school, and there is a really good university in Sydney, which has a really good doctoral Psychology program. They are also one of the only universities that have classes on mutant psych." He said taking a breath. At that moment he was and praying that she would say yes.
Wanda sat there slightly stumped, of course she would go, but damn he had put an awful lot of thought into this. A lot of though into her and him as in a couple, living together, in a house, on the other side of the globe. He had felt this way for a while. She mentally kicked herself for waiting so long to make a move. She knew all along that no matter how much he felt, he would never make the first move, at least not when it came to something as serious as this. They went out clubbing numerous times and he had gone up to girls, but if he felt to seriously he wouldn't go over there. It was a rejection thing. She ran her fingers through her hair and brought it over to one side of her head, raising an eyebrow at him.
"So you've been thinking about this for awhile?"
"I guess so." He hadn't thought about it that way. He just hoped she would come with him, if he ever actually got the nerve to ask. He knew there was nothing left for him in the states, but if she said no. He'd stay there. He felt whipped. If she said jump and he would say how high, And he would do it to. All of it. He actually enjoyed the feeling. He would do anything for her. Within reason of course. He saw a giant smile swipe across her face, and she pounced on him to kiss him, but he wasn't ready and they fell backward on the porch. She hit her forehead on his chin, and the two of them burst out into a fit of laughter.
"I'll go! I was gonna answer with a kiss, but that didn't work out to well." She said as they picked themselves up. He kissed her forehead. She looked at him strangely.
"For the boo boo." He said childishly. She smiled hugely at him. For yet another time that day.
"You are a strange one." She said going into the institute to find her brother.
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"That thing bores me send it away." The woman in white snapped angrily at one of her servants.
"Yes, Ms. Frost." The maid said sheepishly. "There is a man out here to see you."
"Send him in." The door to her office opened. "Have you done what I asked of you?" The man nodded.
"There is a lot of stuff, a whole box."
"Go get them."
Shortly after the man returned with a huge box. This has a file on every mutant living at Xavier's. Daily routines, friends, enemies, spouses. Almost every employee at my company worked this case." She picked up various folders and flipped through them to see if they were to her satisfaction.
"When did Magneto's children join up with Xavier?"
"Three and half weeks ago, we believe they have governmental ties. The girl was in a coma not long ago." She placed the folder back into the box.
"Have you read through all off these?"
"I know them all like my own hands." She flipped through Rogue's file.
"She's having difficulties with her powers." She said almost as if it were a question.
"Yes, she can't control the powers of everyone she's absorbed. One of my employees almost blew his cover laughing at her date a few nights ago."
"How is her mental state due to this? I know what happened last time."
"Her mentality seems the same, but that could easily change."
"You may leave now." She said coldly, pushing a briefcase in his direction. "You will find your payment in here, plus something extra for your speed." The man took the case and left the room. As the man left she pulled out Rogue's file once again. She kept reading over the pages repeatedly. Mystique's daughter, horrible attitude towards her abilities, the abilities that could possibly make her the most powerful mutant of all time, and with her training she could be. She made her decision. She picked her phone up. "I have made a decision. I want Rogue, and I want her by tomorrow morning."
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Pietro caught up with Wanda, walking down the hall.
"I've been looking all over for you."
"Listen Pietro, I was in Chicago because I found momma." Pietro looked at her as if she were insane. Noticing the look on her brothers face she opened her mouth to talk some more.
"And you took.... you took Pyro?" He said in a tone she didn't quite recognize, but the look in his eyes said it all. He was hurt. "Why?" She went to say something else. "No forget it." He said speeding off. She took a deep breath before turning in the direction he took off in. She knew she's never be able to catch him.
She rounded the corner and saw him just sitting there. "Listen Pietro." He looked up at her eyes filled with anger.
"No you listen, I have had it and I can't take it anymore. It's always him, I can't understand it. You should have taken me. You had no right to keep that from me. How fucking dare you? I can't even imagine the emotional roller coaster that put you on, and I could have ridden it with you, but no you took John. What the fuck did he do anyways? Wanda, you always do this shit. All the fucking time. You want to be the martyr and act as if you are the only person tough shit happens to, but you aren't." He looked away from her. "And people say I'm selfish." He scoffed. She looked at him and felt like she had been hit in the stomach.
"Sorry I'm so damn selfish. All your life you have never been good enough for anything, Pietro. Your powers didn't manifest early enough, and then they weren't powerful enough, you weren't fast enough. Then you go to high school you weren't smart enough, you didn't have enough leadership abilities. All your life Pietro you have been rejected and if she slammed that door in our faces it would have happened again. I may be selfish, but..." She trailed off. She didn't know what to say. "I hate that look on your face, Pietro. I couldn't handle it. I wouldn't be able to put you back together if that happened. So I guess I am selfish, but if I went by myself and she wanted nothing to do with us. Then I would have never told you I went there." She said feeling tears well up. 'Not this again.'
"I'm not a child anymore."
"I know. I'm sorry. She wants to see. Pietro, she was so beautiful like an angel." She said wiping her eyes. He hugged her. When he pulled away, he looked her straight in the eye.
"I have something to tell you. You're gonna want to sit down." She sat, looking at him questioningly. "Dad's alive. He was in jail, and he's broken out."
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AN: Sorry this took so long, but I hope that you enjoyed it. I was so freaked out do to ff.net's little mail problems. I was beginning to believe no one loved me anymore. I finished my English paper and my spring break officially starts on Friday so expect a couple of updates, but I don't want to get burned out, but with my Jonda muse I doubt I will. I love this fic.
Smelly-Pickles- I am glad you are enjoying this Fic so much. It feels good to hear this kind of stuff. I am sorry you don't like Wanda's new... trait. Is it the depression and not rage? Or is it the sex? I have reasons for both. I took a psychology class and while it makes me no expert I tend to over analyze everything. And from the one flashback of Magneto leaving Wanda. I thought it came out kind of like she was daddy's girl. Yes, I seriously believe Wanda Maximoff was a daddy's girl. I think if she wasn't and if Magneto had done a lot of that behavior, she wouldn't be nearly as pissed off, but that is only my opinion. I am thinking about doing some Maximoff back story, even though it really doesn't need to be done to further the plots at hand.
DemonRogue13- I can't wait to see how Magneto breaking out will play out either, but he may not be the main baddie in this fic, but there will be a nice family reunion. *sarcasm*
Amieva- Sorry I decided not send Pyro after anyone, people tend to kidnap him and he gets scared. I am so giving Pietro a girlfriend also, but more about that later. I already know who it is so please no requests. I have a reason for Pietro not going with her. It was a good one in my head, but I don't think it is that great now, but I am stuck with it. I was going to have no Jondaness in that chapter, but it took me forever to get it that long. I may not do a flashback of them meeting, but I may have a line or two. I don't want to spend a lot of time in the past. Everyone knows what their first meeting Pyro almost turned her into a scorch mark on a bridge. :) Right after I submitted you updated scam. It was great. I reviewed it but with FF.net's problems I have no clue whether or not you got it.
ishandahalf- I love me some Romyness. I don't do good bickering between the two, so that is why things worked out like they did. Was this bunny quick enough? I ran out of crack and got lost in some back alley trying to score some more.
Chapter nine
The door slammed, stomps were heard.
"Chere, it wasn't that bad."
"Wasn't that bad? Wasn't that bad?!?!" Rogue screamed, whipping around back at him. "First Ah phased ya halfway into the ground, and couldn't get ya out. We had to ruin Kitty and Peter's perfectly romantic night. Then, Ah o so nicely freeze the food. Then as we're waitin' to get more food at the restaurant, Ah hexed the waiter and knocked him out. We had to leave cause the owner called the cops. Tonight was a disaster, and Ah don't wanna think about it." She said, spinning to stomp up the steps. He grabbed her arm. She slightly gasped still not used to skin to skin contact. His hand was warm. She wanted it to stay there, or hold his hand, or some other asinine high school thing. "Let go Swamp Rat." She said quietly. He released her and she slowly turned around. "Ah wanted tonight to be great." She said softly not even recognizing her voice. "Ya have this affect on me, Remy, and Ah just wanted... Ah'm always in the way, and Ah always will be. Why do ya waste your time?"
"Why do ya tink you're a waste of time?" He said stepping up to kiss her.
"Why do ya think Ah'm not?" She asked him back. He paused.
"Your beautiful, chere. Your always on my mind. Remy thinks that maybe ya just aren't ready to be in public." She rolled her eyes. He was right. She wasn't ready to be out in public, out in the mutant hating public, with powers she couldn't control.
He put his arm around her and lead her into the Rec room. He saw a couple of the newer recruits playing a video game. He quickly motioned for them to leave, almost in a pleading manner. They looked at Rogue's face and left. He quickly walked over to the movie collection. "What do ya wanna watch?" She shrugged.
"Ah honestly don't care." He quickly picked out a movie and started it. The two of them got cozy on the couch and the rest of the night went off without a hitch.
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She slammed the hotel room door. He opened it right after her.
"Come on Wanda, I said I was sorry."
"You have officially become the most annoying person I know." This is how their fights usually went. He would do something stupid or annoying, she would ask him to stop, he wouldn't, and then she get pissed off. He flicked his lighter, and she marched straight up to him and snatched it out of his hands. "Your lighter privileges have officially been revoked."
"Bloody hell, What the hell did I do to deserve that?" She threw her hands up and sighed exasperated. She couldn't help it. He just sometimes annoyed the hell out of her. She wasn't angry just officially annoyed. Why did he have to pull this bullshit now? He knew she was already emotionally drained, but come to think of it she was ALWAYS emotionally drained.
"How about throwing flames out of my car while I am trying to drive down the interstate. What the hell made you think THAT was a good idea?" She yelled.
"Ummmm..." He looked at her searching for an answer. "I was bored." She sighed, flopping down on one of the beds. "I was just havin' a little fun." She waved a hand at him dismissively. She didn't want to talk about it anymore. She was tired and all she wanted to do was sleep. She could feel his eyes on her. She just waved her hand dismissively. She shuddered. You always fear becoming your parents, and that is one thing that always pissed her off about Magneto, during her mind swipe. She had nothing else to be pissed off about at the time. He would just gesture to let someone know he was through with the conversation. It was so passive-aggressive. Fuck, she hated it.
She went to her suitcase and pulled out some pajamas, and tossed John lighter back to him. He smiled. She rolled her eyes. Why did he have to be so... so... John? She sighed slightly out of frustration.
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Pietro flopped on the couch and stared intensely at his cell phone. If he looked long enough, maybe he could make it ring. Why hadn't she called? She had been gone for two days. He laid back and started just randomly flipping through tv stations. He had left Xavier's and was back at the Avenger's mansion. He didn't want to hang around that place. It was so strange to be around that guy. This is the man that used to come over for Friday night dinners when the twins were younger.
Pietro rubbed his eyes. Call already. He could kill John. Why did she think he was so great? She told him things and became friends with him before she even forgave Pietro, and then he thought for sure that after that night she got her memories she would never speak to Pyro again. After all, he was the one that lead her to the mind swipe, but no of course that didn't work. What was it that made her so forgiving of Pyro, when all she ever wanted to do was not talk to himself? She had the worst temper, but why had it only been reserved for him? He shook his head. He needed to get his mind on something other than this wonderful trip down memory lane. He glanced back at the TV. News. News. News. Why was it that was the only thing on at this time. He continued to flip, until his eyes caught on a picture in the corner of the screen. He sat up quickly, and turned the volume up.
"We will now got to Miranda Hart who is on the scene."
"Thank you. I am standing out here out side of the mutant jail in upstate New York, where known mutant terrorist Erik Lensherr has escaped. They police are currently questioning his lawyer Robert Adams about his escape. Mr. Lensherr was arrested after an attack on the city of Albany almost six years ago." Pietro sat there in silence. Alive. He was ALIVE. He flipped off the television. That bastard was alive. He remembered the strange look McCoy gave him, when he announced that Wanda got drunk every anniversary of their father's death. They knew. All those fucking X-geeks knew. The shock in his eyes quickly turned to anger. He jumped off the couch and raced towards the institute.
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She had to do this.
She had put it off for two days. She drove there both days, but ended up just driving straight back to the hotel. What if she slammed the door in her face? She did have a new life now, complete with two highschool age children. Wanda and Pietro did go with their father willingly. They picked that bastard over her. Wanda would slam the door in her own face. Their mom knew how crazy their father was getting, and she fled with them. Wanda hated her for that. Her and Pietro didn't understand why they had to leave. Little kids don't notice the quirks of their parents. Little kids tend to think of their parents as heros. One night when Wanda and Pietro were about eight their mother fled with them and even changed their name to her maiden name. Wanda hated her so much for that. She was so stupid, how could she not see what their mother saw? Six months later, Pietro and her had snuck out of the back yard and went to the park. In a coincidental meeting they happened upon their father, and left with him. Wanda had actually been surprised to see him. They both left with him and never saw their mother again. Wanda hadn't liked that either. When she asked her father why momma couldn't I've with them also, and why couldn't they be a whole family again, he just responded with a solemn "we can't". Wanda went into a rage and he powers manifested.
Wanda closed her eyes and knocked on the door. A strange realization hit her. What was she going to call her? Mom seemed like the appropriate term, but she wasn't really comfortable with that. Yet, she deserved more than "hey you". She ran her fingers through her hair.
"I can't do this." She said in a hushed voice, getting ready to flee. The door opened, too late. The woman at the door looked at Wanda in shock for a few seconds.
"Oh my god." She said softly before pulling Wanda into an embrace. She quickly seemed to notice her daughter's uneasiness and pulled away. "Come in." She said again. Wanda had forgotten how soft spoken she was. She walked in the house.
"So..."
"I'll go make some tea make yourself at home." Wanda nodded slightly as her mother left the room. She walked further into the living room and saw a lot of pictures on the mantle. There was a graduation picture of a teenage girl. She touched the glass before moving to the next picture. It was boy a year or two younger than his sister, hugging her in her robe. They were so happy.
She turned when she heard her mom enter the room. She softly walked towards her. "That's Ryan and Melissa." Wanda had no clue what to think. Had her and Pietro been that easy to replace? The girl in the picture was maybe only four years younger than Wanda. "Melissa goes to NYU and Ryan is a senior." She nodded not taking her eyes off their pictures. Magda looked at her daughter. What was she supposed to say? She had so many questions. She needed answers to. She heard the tea kettle whistle. "I'll be right back." Wanda finally took her eyes away from the pictures, and noticed her mom. Her dark and going grey hair was pulled back into loose bun, and she wore a long flowy skirt. Wanda smiled. She always wore those skirts. She was a tad heavier than Wanda remembered, but having children will do that to a person. Not long after she returned with the tea and went to the bookshelf and pulled down a photo album. She sat down next to Wanda who had just taken a sip of her tea.
She looked at her as if to study her daughter. She never in a thousand years would ever think she would see either of them again. Her daughter looked far too tired for a girl of twenty-three. Wanda noticed her mom staring and met her eyes. Wanda knew her mother's eyes weren't blue, but their chocolate brown color was still surprising. "I have so many questions."
"Shoot. I'm an open book." She looked at her daughter she was almost afraid to ask. The whole time her children were gone she prayed that at least they had stayed together.
"Where's Pietro?"
"He doesn't know I'm here." She said quickly almost ashamed. John was right. She should have brought him.
"Still protecting him?"
"I guess. He hasn't changed much. Still got that hair and them eyes, still adores his reflection. He's a looker and he knows it." Her mother chuckled.
"He married? Either one of you?" It was Wanda's turn to chuckle. "Is there anybody special?" 'Yea, but he used to work as a terrorist for my dad. Oh and he may also be an insane pyromaniac. He was in prison for arson, but all that is ok because he writes books. Aren't ya proud?' Wanda thought to herself.
"I'm not married, and Pietro is quite a ladies man." Her mom's demeanor changed slightly.
"Is he a jerk about it?" She asked quietly.
"No. You'd be proud."
"Umm..." She had no clue how to word her next question, which is something she had often plagued her mind. "Are either of you umm....?"
"Mutants?"
"Yeah."
"Does it matter?" Wanda asked sounding hurt.
"No, I didn't mean it like that."
"We both are." She nodded and her demeanor changed to something more serious.
"Were you happy? Your life?" Wanda looked at her not sure what to say about the question.
"We missed you." She started. It wasn't a lie. "but he never did anything horrible to us." Wanda lied. She had to. She didn't see the point in telling her what really happened. It would only upset the both of them. Wanda reached for the photo album, and flipped randomly through the first few pages. "Do they know about us?"
"Who?" Wanda looked up at her sadly.
"Your family."
"They do now. They know about you, Pietro and Anya." Wanda looked up from the various pictures of her and Pietro as children.
"Who?"
"Anya your sister." Wanda looked at her mother confused. She placed a hand on her daughter's knee. "I think we need to talk." She gave herself a refill of her tea. "I was nineteen when I met your father. Not long after we married and had a child. We were living in this small village, when your father actually had a power surge. A part of the village was destroyed, and the villagers found out it was your father's doing, and there was a mob outside of our house. They set it on fire. Anya was inside. Your father tried his hardest to save her, but the townspeople held him back. She burned to death. He wasn't the same after that. I saw him kill a few of the men trying to get to her in time. She was only eight, and I was pregnant with you and Pietro. She was so happy about having a little brother or sister." Her voice said cracking at the end. "Excuse me." She said quickly leaving the room.
Wanda ran her fingers through her hair. She looked up and noticed a box of home movies with various labels. She smiled. Her mom always had that camera. Everywhere they went. She crawled over to the box and flipped through it. She looked at the various labels. Nothing. She looked in the last box and found what she was looking for. Her and Pietro's tapes, plays and sporting events, everything. She flipped though remembering almost everything. Then her eyes fell on a tape: Anya's eighth birthday. She held it up for a moment just staring at it as if it would play automatically for her. She looked down the hallway to where her mother had disappeared. She quickly put the tape in her bag, and put the boxes back. She then returned to the couch, rubbing her eyes. She couldn't deal with these conflicting emotions. She had to leave.
"Would you like to stay for dinner?" Her mother asked returning after regaining her composure.
"I think I'll just go."
"Wanda you don't have to go. They won't mind."
"It isn't that. I just don't feel comfortable. At least not right now." She said softly. 'Do not cry, Wanda. You aren't weak. Don't cry.' She kept telling herself over and over again. She dug into her purse and wrote down a number. She handed it to her mom. She was afraid to speak because of the emotion that would take over. "Call me. I'll talk to Pie and send him your way."
She went to walk out, but her mom grabbed her arm. Wanda looked her in the eye and for the first time noticed the tears that probably were identical to her own. She let some tears fall, but still tried to fight them. Her mother moved closer to her, saying something in Romany in her calming voice. Wanda looked at her confused. "I don't know what that means!" She yelled in frustration, beginning to sob. Her mom took the girl into her arms.
"Tears can't hurt you, Wanda."
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Rogue sat in the professor's office. She spent a lot of time in the professor's office with all the damage she had been doing she was debating on locking herself up in the danger room, and that stupid Swamp Rat was not helping always whispering and flirting with her with his stupid french nothings. Their second date had gone off without a hitch, but still she had so much on her mind. Why did she always have to make excuses when it came to him?
"I'm sorry I'm late Rogue, but I've received some disturbing news. Magneto has escaped."
"What are we gonna do?"
"Nothing now. I have no idea what he is up to, and right now I am more worried about..." He was cut off by the door slamming open.
"Damnit Logan." Rogue snapped, looking at the door.
"That." The professor said quietly. Pietro stood there anger in his eyes.
"You-knew-and-said-nothing."
'Calm down' the professor projected to him.
"Get out of my head." He snapped. Rogue looked at him. She went to say something. "Don't," Pietro said holding up his hand. "I-don't-have-anything-to-say-to-you-at-the-moment. This-is-between-him-and-me."
"What?" Rogue said not understanding a word he said.
"Get out!" Rogue looked at the professor, who nodded she left the room.
"What were you planning to do, Pietro? Come in here and cause some damage. I can understand that you are angry."
"How long were we here?"
"Three weeks."
"For three weeks you let us walk around thinking everything was great. I don't even want to think about what shit is gonna go down when Wanda finds out." The professor thought or a moment and was glad that he was dealing with the more stable of the two at the time.
"I don't want to think about it either. Please sit." The professor said motioning toward a chair. Pietro looked at him for a few moments before finally sitting.
"What do you think he's plannin'?"
"I don't know."
"All my life I wasn't good enough for him, but I want to see the look on his face when I am good enough to help bing him down." The professor looked at the boy and for the first time noticed the same anger he saw on Wanda's face. "He's planning something. I know it."
"We are working on it, Pietro. I didn't see any reason to tell you about him. He wanted to remain dead to you and Wanda."
"You've talked to him recently."
"I don't think he will bother you or your sister." Pietro scoffed you believe that. His goal in life was to see how much his children will put up with when it comes to him. He treated us worse than any of his lackeys." The professor shook his head, thankful to have actually gotten Quicksilver calmed down. Pietro was always the easy one though.
"You are welcome to stay, if you really want to help." He nodded quickly.
"Wanda doesn't know yet. If she did, I'd know."
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Rogue walked up the stairs. She headed to go into her room until she heard Kitty's squeal of delight walk up behind her, but this time it was different it was even peppier and squealier. Rogue shuddered at the thought. She loved Kitty, but couldn't handle a even more peppier Kitty.
"You are, like, never gonna believe what just happened to me."
"What?"
"Guess."
"Kitty, Ah ain't in the mood."
"I'll give you a hint." She said holding out her hand. Rogue looked at her as if she were stupid before seeing the rock on her finger.
"Oh my Gawd. That thing is huge." Rogue looked at.
"I'M, LIKE, GETTING MARRIED!" Kitty screamed as she hugged a shocked Rogue. Not shocked because of Kitty's engagement, she had been expecting it, she won the pool. She was shocked for her lose of hearing. The girls separated, and Rogue let Kitty's statement sink in. A smile crossed her face. Both girls squealed and hugged. Yes, rogue squealed, 95% for her friend and 5% for the 500 dollars she had just won.
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Wanda dropped her car keys on the hotel dresser and rubbed her eyes, after her little breakdown. She found out the Ryan and her mom's husband both had to work late. Wanda stayed for dinner anyway. She looked around it was dark. It was only seven. John must be out eating. He would be gone for a while. That boy was like a hoover vacuum... an incredibly hot hoover vacuum.
"What is wrong with me? Maybe if a just go ahead and fuck him, I can get it out of my system." She said, lying back on the bed spilling the contents of her purse. He rubbed her temples, and tried to shove the contents back into the bag without looking, but her hand stumbled upon this quite large object. Her eyes got huge. The tape. She had totally forgotten about it. She picked it up. Now she felt bad. Why had she taken it? She felt like the worst person on the planet. What was her morbid fascination with the past? It was probably the fact that her past was still a huge mess. Sometimes she remembered happy things and then she had to think about how old she was in the memory to see if it was real or not. That damn mind swipe still affected her to this day. "I bought alcohol just incase it was too bad." She said popping the tape in the vcr.
She heard two voices sing happy birthday. The red haired girl sat there smiling, not being able to hold in her excitement of the cake and everything. The thing that was the real emotion spinner wasn't this blast from the past, it was the fact that the girl was sitting in her father's lap, and he looked happy. Erik Lensherr, happy. Just from the few second of footage you could tell that he doted on the girl.
"Anya, what did you wish for?"
"I want to name the baby."
"What names?" Her mother asked from behind the camera. The little girl though for a moment, obviously not having thought her wish through. She scrunched her nose up.
"In my class we read this story about this boy named Pietro and my doll's name was Wanda." Wanda quickly hit stop. Her breath in her throat. She told herself to breath.
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Why the fuck did Chicago have to be so damn busy on a Friday night? He just wanted to eat. He said walking back up to the room. He heard motion inside before he even opened the door. Wanda was frantically pacing around the room with a bottle in her hands. He saw her take a quick drink and her face scrunch up until it passed.
"What happened?" He said asked, fearing the worst. He heard her mumble angrily, which was scary, something he had never heard from her. It was almost how an insane person would mumble. He stopped her putting both hands on her arms. She broke from his grasp and looked at him, as if she were noticing him for the first time.
"How dare he?" She said in almost a whisper.
"What?"
"How fucking dare he? How dare that bastard make me feel sorry for him?!?!?" She said finally raising her voice into a yell. "That man... that thing does not deserve my sympathy." John looked at her. He no idea what she was talking about, but considering he already had to duck something she had physically thrown across the room, he wasn't going to ask. "Why couldn't he love Pietro and me? Was it that hard? What the fuck was wrong with us?" Things started to fly around the room, and he decided that he needed to calm her down.
"Listen.."
"Oh shut the fuck up, John. It isn't like you know. No one can." She said as she began to pace again. "How dare he? I feel pity and I feel sorry for him. It isn't fair. I'm supposed to hate him. I was happy hating him, but noooooo from beyond the grave this shit has to happen." She was so confused and that was one feeling she hated more than anything was confusion. "I will not cry. I will not cry. I will not cry." She said under her breath. She leaned against the wall. She could feel his eyes on her, but right now, she seriously couldn't be bothered. "Ever since I made nice with my brother, I have been a goddamned faucet." She said softly. "I don't cry. The scarlet witch does not cry."
"What about Wanda?" He saw a familiar look of rage turn up in her eyes.
"I'm stronger than that. I'm better than that." She said picking up her bottle to take a drink, instead she just looked at the bottle seemingly studying it. In a fit of pure rage and frustration, she threw it across the wall. John grimaced. "I AM NOT WEAK!!!" She said sliding down the wall and unto the floor, crying... sobbing. She looked at him. "I'm not weak." She said more softly. He moved and sat down net to her. He threw his arm around her.
"I know that."
"You don't have to say anything...just..." She trailed off, crying unto his shoulder. He put his other arm around her pulling her into a hug.
John put Wanda in bed. Poor girl had actually cried herself sleep. He brought he covers up around her body. She looked so peaceful. Her eyes fluttered open, and she stretched. "I need to call my brother."
"It can wait." He said bending over her. She looked tired and drained but still absolutely beautiful. She tried to pull a smile over her face, but failed miserably.
"Do you feel bad that you always have to pick me up and put me back together?" He smiled at her.
"No, I don't." She raised her hand up and touched his cheek.
"Thank you."
"It's no trouble." She picked her head up and gave him a peck on his lips. His eyes met with hers, and she pulled his face closer to hers.
"No John, I'm serious, you have no idea what it means." He looked into her eyes. He seriously had no idea how someone stable would affect her life. He had no way of knowing. He kissed her forehead and sat on the edge of the bed.
She sat up, and moved close to him. She ran her fingers through her hair, bringing it all to one side. So beautiful. He felt her move closer until her lips were on his. Her tongue begging entry into his mouth, her arms around his neck. So beautiful. He moved his hands around to the small of her back, pulling her closer and deepening their kiss. He could taste the Alcohol on her breath. This is what he wanted, wasn't it? So why did he feel so guilty? Why couldn't he just be guy? He broke away from her and looked at her, taking her image into his head. She looked tired and it just reminded him of her day, which in turn reminded him of her freak out she had not even an hour ago. That was it. The emotionally tiring day she had just had mixed with the effects of whatever the hell liquor she had been drinking. He felt her kiss his neck. This wasn't right. He couldn't do this, not to her, and he had to stop her now, before he would no longer be able to resist her. Not that he ever could. He pulled away from her, and she looked at him with questioning eyes. She wasn't in the right state of mind to be deciding what food she wanted much less this. He could also tell that if this happened and in the morning their relationship went back to normal. He would be crazy.
"Listen, this is right." He finally got himself to choke out...barely. She glared at him, and her face softened. He probably just felt bad leading her on.
"Fine, no biggie." She said cooly, almost to cooly. Cool to a point that John was sure she pissed off as hell at him. She slid back into bed and pulled the covers around the bed. "Night, John." She said reaching for the light.
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The next day Wanda pulled up at the institute. She had to get out of that car. She had a headache, which was weird considering the entire ride back was mostly uncomfortable silence. "I'm such an idiot. I threw myself at him. Why would I do that? I am seriously fucked up in the head." That was it. She had to get this shit out in the open. They could handle anything that was thrown at them.
"Where-have-you-been? I've-been-calling-nonstop." Wanda turned around toward her brother. He was nervous. Most likely because she hadn't called when she said she would.
"Pietro, I will talk to you in five minutes. Can't you at least let me get situated first?"
"This-is-important."
"Everything is important when it comes to you. I really need to talk to you too." She really did, and she was being selfish and she knew it, but she had to talk to John before she lost her nerve. Pietro looked at he sister defeated. The last thing he needed was her in a bad mood, when he told her their father was alive.
"Just find me."
"I will." He sped off into the mansion.
She leaned against one of the columns and slid down to sit on the porch. She watched John as he tried to walk in the mansion.
"Hey sparks." He turned around, and she patted the floor beside her and he sat. She turned to face him. "I wanted to thank you for being there for me this week. You have no idea... and umm... I wanted to thank you for being a gentleman last night. I was in no state of mind to be picking out my socks..." He chuckled.
"It's water under the bridge. You don't have to worry about it. I know you would do the same."
"And more. I'd do anything you asked me too."
"Same way I feel about..." He was interrupted when she kissed him. He sat in shock for a moment. She was kissing him. There was also no outside circumstances at play. She broke it, and looked down sheepishly. 'Oh great, she kisses you and you are so shocked you do nothing in return?' He thought. He cradled the side of her face, and her expression surprised him once again. She looked so vulnerable. He bent towards her and kissed her. And he loved it, the taste of her, the smell of her, and the way that when she touched him it felt electric. He separated from her and smiled not moving farther than a few centimeters away from her face.
"Come with me?" She cocked her head to the side. This was it the invitation she had been waiting for. She would go anywhere for him. Even Antarctica, his touch set her on fire and she'd never be cold. Ever.
"What?"
"My parents left me that house when they died. I didn't get it until I was eighteen, and by the time I was nineteen I was in the states. I haven't been there in a while, but it is still there, and you always said that you wanted to go farther in school, and there is a really good university in Sydney, which has a really good doctoral Psychology program. They are also one of the only universities that have classes on mutant psych." He said taking a breath. At that moment he was and praying that she would say yes.
Wanda sat there slightly stumped, of course she would go, but damn he had put an awful lot of thought into this. A lot of though into her and him as in a couple, living together, in a house, on the other side of the globe. He had felt this way for a while. She mentally kicked herself for waiting so long to make a move. She knew all along that no matter how much he felt, he would never make the first move, at least not when it came to something as serious as this. They went out clubbing numerous times and he had gone up to girls, but if he felt to seriously he wouldn't go over there. It was a rejection thing. She ran her fingers through her hair and brought it over to one side of her head, raising an eyebrow at him.
"So you've been thinking about this for awhile?"
"I guess so." He hadn't thought about it that way. He just hoped she would come with him, if he ever actually got the nerve to ask. He knew there was nothing left for him in the states, but if she said no. He'd stay there. He felt whipped. If she said jump and he would say how high, And he would do it to. All of it. He actually enjoyed the feeling. He would do anything for her. Within reason of course. He saw a giant smile swipe across her face, and she pounced on him to kiss him, but he wasn't ready and they fell backward on the porch. She hit her forehead on his chin, and the two of them burst out into a fit of laughter.
"I'll go! I was gonna answer with a kiss, but that didn't work out to well." She said as they picked themselves up. He kissed her forehead. She looked at him strangely.
"For the boo boo." He said childishly. She smiled hugely at him. For yet another time that day.
"You are a strange one." She said going into the institute to find her brother.
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"That thing bores me send it away." The woman in white snapped angrily at one of her servants.
"Yes, Ms. Frost." The maid said sheepishly. "There is a man out here to see you."
"Send him in." The door to her office opened. "Have you done what I asked of you?" The man nodded.
"There is a lot of stuff, a whole box."
"Go get them."
Shortly after the man returned with a huge box. This has a file on every mutant living at Xavier's. Daily routines, friends, enemies, spouses. Almost every employee at my company worked this case." She picked up various folders and flipped through them to see if they were to her satisfaction.
"When did Magneto's children join up with Xavier?"
"Three and half weeks ago, we believe they have governmental ties. The girl was in a coma not long ago." She placed the folder back into the box.
"Have you read through all off these?"
"I know them all like my own hands." She flipped through Rogue's file.
"She's having difficulties with her powers." She said almost as if it were a question.
"Yes, she can't control the powers of everyone she's absorbed. One of my employees almost blew his cover laughing at her date a few nights ago."
"How is her mental state due to this? I know what happened last time."
"Her mentality seems the same, but that could easily change."
"You may leave now." She said coldly, pushing a briefcase in his direction. "You will find your payment in here, plus something extra for your speed." The man took the case and left the room. As the man left she pulled out Rogue's file once again. She kept reading over the pages repeatedly. Mystique's daughter, horrible attitude towards her abilities, the abilities that could possibly make her the most powerful mutant of all time, and with her training she could be. She made her decision. She picked her phone up. "I have made a decision. I want Rogue, and I want her by tomorrow morning."
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Pietro caught up with Wanda, walking down the hall.
"I've been looking all over for you."
"Listen Pietro, I was in Chicago because I found momma." Pietro looked at her as if she were insane. Noticing the look on her brothers face she opened her mouth to talk some more.
"And you took.... you took Pyro?" He said in a tone she didn't quite recognize, but the look in his eyes said it all. He was hurt. "Why?" She went to say something else. "No forget it." He said speeding off. She took a deep breath before turning in the direction he took off in. She knew she's never be able to catch him.
She rounded the corner and saw him just sitting there. "Listen Pietro." He looked up at her eyes filled with anger.
"No you listen, I have had it and I can't take it anymore. It's always him, I can't understand it. You should have taken me. You had no right to keep that from me. How fucking dare you? I can't even imagine the emotional roller coaster that put you on, and I could have ridden it with you, but no you took John. What the fuck did he do anyways? Wanda, you always do this shit. All the fucking time. You want to be the martyr and act as if you are the only person tough shit happens to, but you aren't." He looked away from her. "And people say I'm selfish." He scoffed. She looked at him and felt like she had been hit in the stomach.
"Sorry I'm so damn selfish. All your life you have never been good enough for anything, Pietro. Your powers didn't manifest early enough, and then they weren't powerful enough, you weren't fast enough. Then you go to high school you weren't smart enough, you didn't have enough leadership abilities. All your life Pietro you have been rejected and if she slammed that door in our faces it would have happened again. I may be selfish, but..." She trailed off. She didn't know what to say. "I hate that look on your face, Pietro. I couldn't handle it. I wouldn't be able to put you back together if that happened. So I guess I am selfish, but if I went by myself and she wanted nothing to do with us. Then I would have never told you I went there." She said feeling tears well up. 'Not this again.'
"I'm not a child anymore."
"I know. I'm sorry. She wants to see. Pietro, she was so beautiful like an angel." She said wiping her eyes. He hugged her. When he pulled away, he looked her straight in the eye.
"I have something to tell you. You're gonna want to sit down." She sat, looking at him questioningly. "Dad's alive. He was in jail, and he's broken out."
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AN: Sorry this took so long, but I hope that you enjoyed it. I was so freaked out do to ff.net's little mail problems. I was beginning to believe no one loved me anymore. I finished my English paper and my spring break officially starts on Friday so expect a couple of updates, but I don't want to get burned out, but with my Jonda muse I doubt I will. I love this fic.
Smelly-Pickles- I am glad you are enjoying this Fic so much. It feels good to hear this kind of stuff. I am sorry you don't like Wanda's new... trait. Is it the depression and not rage? Or is it the sex? I have reasons for both. I took a psychology class and while it makes me no expert I tend to over analyze everything. And from the one flashback of Magneto leaving Wanda. I thought it came out kind of like she was daddy's girl. Yes, I seriously believe Wanda Maximoff was a daddy's girl. I think if she wasn't and if Magneto had done a lot of that behavior, she wouldn't be nearly as pissed off, but that is only my opinion. I am thinking about doing some Maximoff back story, even though it really doesn't need to be done to further the plots at hand.
DemonRogue13- I can't wait to see how Magneto breaking out will play out either, but he may not be the main baddie in this fic, but there will be a nice family reunion. *sarcasm*
Amieva- Sorry I decided not send Pyro after anyone, people tend to kidnap him and he gets scared. I am so giving Pietro a girlfriend also, but more about that later. I already know who it is so please no requests. I have a reason for Pietro not going with her. It was a good one in my head, but I don't think it is that great now, but I am stuck with it. I was going to have no Jondaness in that chapter, but it took me forever to get it that long. I may not do a flashback of them meeting, but I may have a line or two. I don't want to spend a lot of time in the past. Everyone knows what their first meeting Pyro almost turned her into a scorch mark on a bridge. :) Right after I submitted you updated scam. It was great. I reviewed it but with FF.net's problems I have no clue whether or not you got it.
ishandahalf- I love me some Romyness. I don't do good bickering between the two, so that is why things worked out like they did. Was this bunny quick enough? I ran out of crack and got lost in some back alley trying to score some more.