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Chapter 11
Pietro leaned back against his seat in the x-jet. Wanda and Scott had disappeared. He was pissed off as hell. Pietro glanced to Gambit who was actually in a daze. He couldn't help but feel sorry or him. The girl of his dreams was finally able to touch and then this shit has to happen. It wasn't any of their faults. They had just wanted to have some fun for the night, and between some notes he had swapped with Rogue earlier. That is all Wanda was trying to accomplish by getting everyone out for a while. That was why when they called the x-men. Kitty asked for Storm, knowing that the weather goddess had this motherly instinct, and would know better than to lecture them. At least not on the phone. On the other hand, Cyclops and Wolverine didn't really share Storm's sensitivity. Well at least Cyclops didn't. Pietro thought about the jokes he used to make about the gigantic stick up his ass. Actually when the adults showed up Pietro got a glimpse of Wolverine he had never seen before. Kitty had been crying, of course, and the second she saw him she hugged him and called him Mr. Logan. Wolverine decided to calm Pryde down before doing anything else. Well at least not before destroying the bathroom looking for clues to Rogue's disappearance. Scott, on the other hand, Pietro decided, finally buckled under the pressure. Mutant Registration Act passing, people attacking them, Magneto breaking out of jail, and now Rogue has been taken. The leader had handled some tough shit, but it is about time he snapped, and oh what a decision he had made deciding to snap at Wanda. The first words out of his mouth were, "Whose idea was this?", and Wanda had stepped forward.
Pietro scoffed. He couldn't help it. This was taking forever, and while he knew it was necessary he needed to do something.
"It's really quiet back there. I wouldn't be surprised if Wanda shoved his glasses up his ass." John said to him quickly. Pietro glared at him for what felt like minute, but was probably only a few seconds.
"You're actually right for once. There is no way Wanda would take Scott's shit." Pietro stated.
"Unless she feels guilty, mate."
"Don't call me that." John shrugged and looked around. He pulled out his lighter and began to flick it. The door to the back of the jet opened. Everyone's head flipped around to see an extremely pissed off Wanda. Well, everyone but Gambit. Instead of going over toward John and Pietro she plopped right down beside Gambit and gave him a hug. Guilt instantly plagued Pietro's mind. He had only fleetingly thought about how Remy was when it should have been his only concern.
"Listen, no matter what da fearless leader said, he probably didn't mean it. There was nothin' wrong wit wantin' to go out tonight." Remy said to Wanda quickly. She pulled away from him, flopping her hands back to her sides. She studied him for a minute.
"I know that." She said with a certain amount of uncertainty. "Listen, Remy, I swear to you. I will find her." She said standing. He watched her walk away with a certain amount of shock. Gambit leaned back. He never doubted that they would find her, but he had this nagging feeling that something bad could happen. He couldn't even think of anyone who would be stupid enough to take his Rogue. He just had a nagging feeling that they could possibly be going into something bigger than all of them. It would be an understatement to say that he'd die for her. Although there isn't anymore he could do, but death was just an understatement.
"I understand how people need to unwind, but why on earth did you think this was a good time to go out? With your father escaping and all the other stuff that is going on. Why?" Scott asked Wanda finally coming out of the back room of the jet. "Just answer me." She spun around, finally having had enough.
"Because we were all stressed out. We needed to have a little fun or we'd turn out like you, pitching a fit." Jean came in from the cockpit.
"Both of you need to stop." She said sternly. "There is more important things going on." She said desperately trying to diffuse the situation. "It may have been bad timing and bad judgement..." Scott cut her off.
"We have responsibilities Jean, and no matter how bad they suck. We need to do them, before the fun starts. There is too much going on for half of the team to go out partying all night."
"Listen, Scott." Wanda hissed. "You know what, fearless leader?" She said sarcastically. "Everyone else on this plane may put up with your constant condescending attitude, the fact that you think you are better than everyone else, and they put up with your damn lectures, but you are forgetting one very important piece of information."
"What?" He responded coldly.
"I'm not one of your x-men, so I am going to throw all your shit back into your face." She said loudly, walking away. Scott grabbed her arm. She looked down, and could feel Pietro grimace, almost as if he knew what would come next. "You've seen me in a rage, let go." She said calmly actually too calm. Scott let go. The freakiness of her voice should have let anyone know to leave her alone. Scott let her go instantly and sighed.
"Please tell me what your father would want with her?"
"Scott, open up your eyes and look the fuck around. Evil-genius bad guy, that he is, but he isn't stupid. He has fought against all of you for years. He knows better than to fuck with Rogue. She is far to strong willed for any plan of his." Scott scoffed.
"How can you defend him?"
"I am NOT defending him! I am telling the truth. Whatever the hell he planning, he needs people sympathetic to his plans. With the MRA passing, he doesn't have enough time to worry about how some girl he kidnaped could betray him. I will be really fucking surprised if he does have her."
"So there is a chance?"
"What the hell? Of course there is a chance. There is a chance of everything, but to tell you the truth. I think it is more likely that some flat scan, who thought she was a hot piece of ass took her." She finally screamed regretting that last sentence the second if left her lips.
"She's right. I worked for the man. He isn't stupid."
"John I can handle this myself." She said flopping down and glancing at Gambit. She definitely hated that she had said it, but that possibility really needed to be put out in the open. After all, they were at a club, but Rogue had stayed at the table the whole. It wasn't like a whole lot of people actually saw her.
His heart sank at that line. It kept playing over and over in his head like a cd on repeat. 'I think it is more likely that some flat scan, who thought she was a hot piece of ass took her.' He shuddered at the thought. What recently happened with her mutation has actually made her more venerable to anything that could happen. It wasn't like she could bring his own powers out and kinetically charge an assailants ass. In fact her skin couldn't even knock them out anymore, and if they actually caught hold of her after all of Logan's training. Anything could happen to her. He really didn't want to think about it, but he couldn't stop himself.
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She ran. She ran as fast as she could possibly go. She never realized her legs could make her travel this fast, but you tend to run faster on adrenaline, and you tend to secrete adrenaline when you are being chased. It didn't matter that she had no idea where she was or where to go. She had to keep running, but this strange place just seemed to confuse her to no end. When the chase first started it was dark, but now the scenes around her were changing so fast that she had to be careful not to run into things, like her old doll that was probably still at Irene's. This had to be how Pietro felt while he was running. He had to feel a certain confusion during his runs about the rapidly changing landscapes and scenes around him, or at least he must have at first.
The scenery changed once again, and she had to momentarily stop. Rogue ran her finger through her hair and whipped her head around in all directions looking for an escape. She could feel an invisible force start to pull her back, but it was faint. She began to panic. She felt like she had ben running for years, but that maybe because she had ran through memories spanning for years. She could feel the hold get stronger on her, and she knew that she had to keep running or something bad could happen. She wasn't sure of what, but something bad was most definitely going to happen. She saw a door appear at the end of the hallway. She could have sworn it wasn't there before. She quickly made her decision. Go to the door and put off whatever invisible force was trying to suck her in. She quickly threw open the door and gasped. She looked at the disarray of various people packed in this room. Some were talking she could see the cliques, or at least the cliques at the time of absorption. It made some very interesting results. She had Piotr, the Acolyte, probably on Magneto's orders, refusing to speak to Scott, and Scott didn't understand why his fellow X-man refused to speak to him. Rogue was quickly jarred form her thoughts when she heard the door slamming. Rogue started to run back farther in the room. She had to push past all the people in the room. 'Storm would throw a fit in here,' she thought. Hell, Rogue was throwing a fit. It was far to crowded.
"Rogue what's wrong." Scott asked.
"There is someone after me, and Ah cain't shake em." She said quickly. Scott looked up and saw a woman in white walking towards Rogue. He instantly put a hand to his viser and let a red stream of light shoot out. The woman in white put her fingers on her head and Scott instantly let up on the button on his visor and turned towards Rogue. He smiled evilly and pushed the button again, but this time aimed toward Rogue. She jumped out of the way.
"There's no way Ah'm tellin' Logan all them trainin' sessions paid off. It'd only inflate his ego." She said. All the other psyches turned her way. "A little help here please." They all turned toward the woman in white, powering up. She fled the room.
"Damnit!" Emma said rubbing her head.
"Ah told you it is hard to mess with my head."
"Shut up." Rogue glared at her.
"If Ah wasn't bound. You'd be dead."
"Do I have to have you knocked out again?" Rogue went quiet. She wasn't afraid of being knocked out, but if she is conscience she can try to find a way out of this.
"What's wrong, Emma?" She heard a man behind her say.
"Sebastian, I am having far to many troubles getting into her head. This is a job for more than one telepath." She stood up and stretched.
"Who else can we trust, that can handle something like this?" She bit her lip in thought. Her face lit up and she walked over to the huge wooden desk in the corner. She opened a box and began to shift through various files. She handed it to Sebastian. He scanned over it. "You want to find Jason Wyngarde." She nodded. "But his job on Wanda Maximoff didn't last."
"It doesn't need to last." She said as Sebastian left the room. She walked back in front of Rogue. "I am going to have to gag you."
"Bitch." Emma shook her head and gagged Rogue.
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Everyone piled out of the plane. Wanda still pissed, Gambit still in his daze, and Kitty still red-eyed from her tears.
"I want all of you to go get sobered up." Logan growled in typical Logan fashion. Ororo put a hand on his shoulder.
"I will start some coffee." She said softly.
"I'll do it." Jean said coldly, leaving the hanger.
"Jean!" Scott shouted after her. She whipped around.
"Scott, I understand that you are stressed, and I understand that you can't be perfect leader all the time, but you crossed a line."
"What?!?"
"She was projecting all over the place, and let me tell you something there is nothing you can say to make her feel any worse. Rogue didn't want to go out tonight, but Wanda begged her. She feels guilty. I need to get my mind off of things." She going to walk away.
"Hey Jean," She turned around.
"What Scott?"
"I'm sorry."
"I'm not the person you should be apologizing to." Jean said walking out of the hanger to the kitchen to make the coffee. It was so quiet in the house. She wouldn't be able to sleep, and she knew no one else involved would be able to either. The quietness proved the gravity of the situation at hand. Wanda, John, Pietro, and Gambit weren't the quiet people, and now there wasn't a noise coming from anywhere. She walked up the steps and heard the shower going. She didn't know who was in there, nor did she care. All she wanted to do was change and see if she could help the professor on Cerebro.
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Gambit walked into the kitchen not knowing exactly why he was in there. He couldn't keep his mind off of what was going on tonight. It just amazed him. It amazed him how fast things could possibly change, there they were having a fun night, making fun of Piotr's lack of movement on the dance floor, watching Pietro actually be nervous around a girl, drinking with Wanda and actually watching the girl have fun for once, learning that John finally got his act together, and then of course there was Rogue and himself. They were just sitting up there, flirting and making-out as if they were in there one little world. He loved to kiss her. It was the best feeling in the world. Electric. Those green eyes looking back at him, while they tried to catch their breath. And all she had to do was go to the bathroom. What was so wrong with that? People go to the bathroom that is what they do.
"Gambit?... remy?" He didn't come out of his thoughts until he felt Ororo's hand on his. "Don't let go of your coffee cup." He looked down to see that he had, in fact, charged his mug. He quickly shook himself out of his daze, and uncharged the cup. He sat at the table with his coffee, and Ororo followed him. "Speak..."
"Remy be ok." She smirked.
"Listen, you are going to have to get this out. You can't keep it bottled up inside." He thought for a few minutes, if he did have to talk to someone about something and for some reason it couldn't be Rogue. He would tell her. She had these maternal instincts that made her the only adult anyone would take their problems to, but, he remembered, he was an adult. He didn't need to deal with the mushy shit right now. Would that bring her back? Would that make her show up at the door and call him "sugah" or "swamp rat"? Would that let him feel her heart beating next to him at the same pace as if they were connected? Those green eyes. The way she rolled those eyes when he said something she thought was dumb.
"Why you talkin' as if she were dead, and I was grievin'?!" He said standing up quickly, and not even realizing it. He could feel a certain amount of rage at his situation boil up inside of him. Ororo had never done a thing to him, in fact, he considered her his friend, but she was there, and now he could see the slight shock on her face. The slight shock that he yelled at he, and if this were any other time or any other situation Gambit would feel like shit about it, but right now he was high on anger and could care less who he took it out on.
"I didn't mean in like that." She said softly. She was known for her temper and if it had been one of the new recruits that smarted off or yelled at her. There would be lightning striking. He seemed to soften a tad bit.
"When we find out who took her, Logan'll have to get in line." She nodded, and he sat back down.
"You've been infatuated with her for a while." She stated. She knew that word was far to mild, but she couldn't think of anything else to say. He shook his head.
"Ya go it wrong. I'd die for her." She didn't doubt it. Remy had proven himself, and she knew he wasn't lying or just saying it to say it.
"It won't get that far." She said putting a reassuring hand on his. He looked up at her.
"How do ya know dat?"
"Have some faith." She said getting up and putting her mug in the sink. She heard him scoff. "We'll find her." She said confidently. Sure her and Logan had done their own investigation of the crime scene, and of course their first thought was that Magneto was behind it, but after hearing Wanda chew Scott out she wasn't to sure about that. They had to leave, when the police showed up. Someone at the club supposedly heard a scuffle and called. At least, now if it was a human for some messed up reason. They had the police looking, but then again, she didn't have the greatest faith in the criminal justice system when it came to mutants. Sure they supposedly had all their rights and were supposed to receive a fair trial, but... 'We'll find her.' she thought to herself.
"Dere be no doubt in my mind dat we'll find her. Just hopin' it ain't to late. I can't go on wid out her. She's my air."
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He walked down the hallway. He had already gotten into a disagreement with the Professor. He was going to go out and search for Stripes, but the professor was right it would take longer to just search than to wait for clues or anything from cerebro. He breathed in as he wished he could catch one of the students coming in after curfew, at least then he could have something to do. He could destroy something, but that would send Ororo into hysterics. He looked inside the doorway of Stripes room, and he saw Wanda sitting in the center of the room Indian style. A couple of candles were lit around her and her eyes were closed. She was meditating, not the easiest thing to do with alcohol in a person's system, but she was pulling it off.
"What do you want, Logan?" She asked, keeping her eyes closed. Well that was... strange. He saw her open her eyes and then blow out the candles. She saw him look at her. "You're a heavy breather. It isn't hard to miss, when you are silent and trying to be fully aware of your surroundings." She stood up and seemed to walk toward him. She turned on the overhead light. "You didn't interrupt me. I couldn't focus right now if my life depended on it. Checkin' to see how everyone's sobering up?" She said putting the finger quotations around sobering, with her voice dripping with sarcasm that gave it a tone not unlike Rogue. He looked at her slightly confused for a second before releasing a gust of air and a grunt. "You do know that technically a person can't sober up."
"I know." She took a deep breathe and ran her fingers through her hair.
"I'm sorry." She said quickly. "I mean I know that in this place you play warden, but... Rogue once told me you are the biggest softy this side of the Mississippi." He didn't know what to say to that. She completely had him stumped. He didn't consider himself a softy. Ok, well maybe a little. So instead he grunted again. Wanda was different. As an instructor here he knew all the stuff that happened to her the big mind screw and all. The professor had told him once of his surprise that Wanda was at all adjusted in a good way. Whatever the hell that meant. He thought of himself and given the right chances anyone could become "adjusted." He went to leave.
"Can I ask you a question?" She asked nervously. She didn't want to ask him. Logan didn't seem like a type of person to answer questions, but this was a chance she may never get again.
"What?" He said gruffly.
"You had your mind fucked with, right?" Where the hell did that come from? Yeah, it was true, but how the fuck did she know that? He looked at her skeptically. She sighed. "Forget it."
"You took me by surprise."
"It was stupid. There are more important things to be doing right now." She said. She bit the inside of her cheek and seemed to be debating something. "I was just wondering if...um... you ever have flashes of things you don't remember, but you know that they did happen, but they clash with everything else that you believe? God, does that even make any sense?" She had kept her cool until she said the last part. A slight tone of panic could be sensed in her voice.
"Why do you ask?" Her eyes calmed.
"It's no big thing. Psychology major. I guess you could say I was curious. Yeah definitely just curious." She said turning back around to signal the end of the conversation.
"You ever thinking of having Quickie fill in the blanks?" He wasn't going to fall for it. She brought his brain up for a reason, and he knew for a fact that it wasn't for any "interest in Psychology" reason. She whipped around after grabbing clothes and a towel.
"I just wanted to apologize about Rogue." She said purposely trying to stay away from the subject. Sure she had asked her brother to fill in the blanks, but there was a few things that he couldn't answer.
"Why don't you cut the bullshit, and talk you wouldn't have asked otherwise?"
"Wow you're REAL sympathetic." She said, rolling her eyes, voice dripping with so much sarcasm that he could taste it. His eyes narrowed. She really could be a piece of work if she wanted to be. "Shouldn't you be with the professor, and trying to do something... Wolverine-ish." She said not believing the sheer stupidity of it. "Wolverine-ish." Was that really the best she could come up with? He grunted. He did that a lot.
"Wolverine-ish?" He chuckled. "That sounds like something Half-pint might say." Wanda rolled her eyes.
She put down the towel and clothes she was carrying and sat down on her bed. Her expressions seemed to change. "Look at me, miss look at me Wanda, who can't think of anyone but herself, who begs someone to go out when they don't want to, which causes them to be kidnaped. I should be worried about that. I should be worried about how the fuck I am going to make this up to her when we find her. How the fuck I am going to make it up to that man sitting in a daze in the goddamned kitchen, that man who worships the damn ground she walks on. No, I am worried about it because ever since I got on that damn plane no one has let me think of anything else. Then I am worrying about this damn Mutant Registration Act and the fact that this could escalate into something so horrible. The fact that the man I hate could be right, and that I am going to have this number burned into my forearm. I'm racking my brain to figure out where on earth my damn father is, before Scott has a fucking aneurysm, which is hard considering everyone seems to have conveniently forgotten that I thought the fucker has been dead for the last 6 years. How the hell does he expect me to know where he would have her, if I haven't seen him for the past 6 years, and all that I do remember of him is a lie? Which leads me to the fact that I sometimes can't fucking sleep at night or have nightmares, because my damn brain decides to go into hyper drive and have me remember shit that I don't want to remember. Yeah, that's right. I know my life story from a few memories of being in an asylum and second hand stories people tell me. I didn't even remember that the minute that blue bitch broke me out I tried to kill my brother until about six months ago. And every time I have one of my memory fits it is shit I do NOT want to know. I know it happened I can deal with it, but I don't want to remember it. Do you think I want to have a memory of John Allerdyce almost making me a scorch mark on some bridge or the fact that he was the one that led me to that bastard? I knew it, and it didn't bother me that bad, but when I had that memory..." She trailed off, trying to keep her emotions in check. She saw him staring at her. She took a deep breath and continued. "So I hope you forgive me if I'm not on my game tonight. Sorry if I have other shit to do and not enough time to think of a better insult than Wolverine-ish!" She yelled finally grabbing her clothes and storming out of them room.
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He put the cigarette between his lips and lit it, letting the smoke fill his lungs. Heaven pure heaven. Wanda would kill him, of course, if she caught him smoking. He knew she already had a feeling that he still did it sometimes, but she never actually caught him. Right now he really didn't care. He flicked off some ashes. He sat down on the porch in the same place he had sat earlier today. Well, after looking at his watch he realized it had been yesterday, but that didn't matter. This was where she kissed him. He scoffed at his own stupidity. 'God Allerdyce when did you turn into a big girl?' he thought to himself before mentally kicking himself. He should be thinking about more important things. He heard someone step onto the porch and quickly hid his cigarette as he turned around. He rolled his eyes.
"It's you." he said putting his cigarette back in his mouth and looking at Pietro. "Why are you walking? And not acting like a bunny on crack."
"She'll kill you if she catches you out here smoking." John shrugged.
"Sometimes ya just need a smoke, mate. I was going to stay with her, but she decided to meditate, and we both know how she gets when she needs her space. So I left. You can't force the girl to do anything she don't want to do."
"Right again. the idiot seems to be on a roll tonight." Pietro sneered.
"You are completely childish." He said. He continued not really wanting to argue with the only family that the object of his affection had. "Any word yet?"
"Nope, the professor is on Cerebro, and Jean is trying to help." John nodded.
"They're not going to find your dad if that's who they are looking for... do they know that he lines the walls of his base with that same anti-telepathy shit that is in his bucket?" He asked Pietro, flicking more ash off of his cigarette and taking another breath. He pulled it away from his mouth and watched the paper burn. It was almost gone. He looked at it almost sadly. He knew he wasn't crazy he just sometimes lost himself. He heard Pietro scoff. "What?" He snapped.
"Why do you look at that like you love it or some shit like that?" John rolled his eyes.
"Don't you think there are more pressing matters than our disdain or each other?"
"I wouldn't call it disdain."
"That's right it didn't turn into the hatred of a thousand suns until I befriended your sister." He could feel Pietro's eyes, but also noticed that the speed demon was holding his tongue, which is something Pietro didn't do. The fastest thing about Pietro was his damn mouth. "Did you come out here for a specific reason or did you just want to bother me?"
"I want to ask you a question, and I figured it'd take both of our minds off of shit." Pietro replied. He did have to get his mind off of stuff. If there was one thing he couldn't do that was wait. He hated it. When Wanda was unconscious it felt like she was for weeks.
"What do you want to know? I'm not promising I'll answer it." He said taking the last puff on his cigarette before flicking it into the yard. There were things he just didn't tell anybody.
"What do you want with my sister?"
"You're kidding, right?" He said in disbelief. "You have got to be fucking kidding me. After everything you seriously have to ask me that. Do me a favor Pietro pull your head out of your ass long enough to hear this. One. I don't have any insidious intentions towards your sister, even you must realize the stupidity of that question. And two. The only thing that has kept me from turning you into a scorch mark for that question is her and the fact that you mean so much to her. So drop the pre-Madonna jealousy act, and grow the fuck up. She isn't some Psycho that can't handle anything emotional. You can talk to her about shit, but you refuse to. She thinks you fucking hate her, and she has done nothing but try to make you comfortable or protect you. So FUCK off!" Pietro looked at him in the same disbelief John had shown him only a few moments before, as images of her not telling him about there mom, and her comforting him at the church flew through his head. "Now if this ridiculous conversation is over I am going to try to see if I can pull Remy out of his daze." John said standing up and walking back into the house. Pietro watched him leave and ran his fingers through his hair. He quickly shook all thoughts out of his head. There were more important things to be doing.
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Wanda and John jumped out of bed at the same time still wearing the same clothes as the night before. They hadn't even made it under the covers until both of them had been out cold. The professor just woke everyone up for a meeting.
"Why the hell can't he get a P.A. system like a normal person? That is some freaky shit." He said rubbing his head.
Down stairs everyone was together in a meeting room. It was early afternoon. A great deal of people had finally fell asleep by the time the sun was coming up, but you could see the ones that never got to bed, mostly Gambit, Jean, the professor, and of course Scott. Not that you could tell by his eyes, but his motions were far too sluggish.
"I have news." The professor stated. "I haven't been able to sense Rogue with Cerebro, but I did get a slight trace on Magneto."
"You mean to tell me he got caught somewhere without his bucket." Piotr said quickly.
"Who would have thought it? Lack of sleep gives Peter a sense of humor." Logan said quickly. The professor looked at both of them before shaking his head.
"This is serious. From what I could read the few moments I got a reading off of him he is planning something in Washington for the day the Supreme Court decides whether the Mutant Registration Act is constitutional."
"Magneto will be in the capitol in two days. I will put together a team, and have another team for Rogue. There is no telling what Mags and Mystique are up to." Scott said trying carefully not to bash them. It was tricky, considering that Kurt, Wanda, and Pietro were in the room.
"Why is Mystique working for him? I mean didn't she get over all of that. I mean he did, like, some really horrible stuff to her." Kitty said truly confused.
"And she tried to kill him with a metalless bomb." Pietro said quickly.
"Vhat?!? That vas her?" Pietro nodded.
"She finally snapped. I can't really say that I blame her. They must of put their differences behind them, I guess. There really is no other way to explain it." Kurt rubbed his eyes.
"So Scott, vhat are the teams?"
"Wanda and Pietro will be on the team to look for Rogue." He started instantly feeling a glare come from Wanda. He looked at her before he saw her eyes narrow and the table shook slightly. She took a deep breath and the table settled.
"No." She said quickly.
"What?"
"I love Rogue believe me but I could be better used elsewhere." Scott shook his head.
"You get far to unstable around him." She stood up quickly that she sent the chair backwards still glaring.
"Unstable?" She growled. John went for her hand but she twisted out of his grasp. "Unstable. YOU think I'M unstable?"
"When you are around him, yes."
"You are sooooo lucky that right now I am only thinking about revenge on one person." She yelled at him, storming out of the room.
"You've done it now." Pietro smarted. "Every idiot on the planet knows better than to say that Wanda is unstable, well at least to her face."
Wanda stormed out of the room and looked around quickly before reaching her car keys and storming out of the house. She looked at the driveway realizing her car was still at the club. She ran into the garage and saw a motorcycle. It was probably Logan's, but she didn't care. She used her powers to hot wire it and she took off.
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AN: I am soooo sorry this chapter took so long. I just couldn't get it out to my satisfaction and there are still parts I am incredibly iffy about. I hope you enjoyed it any way. I had reasons or picking who talked to who in this chapter. The Gambit and Storm conversation came from the fact that in the comics they were quite close. The Wanda and Logan convo came about because I see that they have very similar personality traits and things. They both have this rage thing and they bother don't do to well with polite formalities, and they both have had their heads screwed up. I rewrote that convo twice. I didn't want it to come off as a heart to heart because Wanda and Logan don't have heart to hearts. John and Pietro I used even though they have had interactions through out the story. I just didn't see them talking to anyone else. Also I don't know a lot about Emma Frost. I know her history read it a ton, and what I have read of her in fan fiction has given me a little bit of what her personality is like, so if she seems slightly out of character I am sorry.
Namorita- I spend all my time on the television with out pity web site. I figured someone would eventually peg me for a TwoPer. Thanks for your review.
Witch-uk- I am glad you reviewed I hope you are having a fantabulous time in Germany.
Peace215- I always figured that rogue could fight so I decided to have it happen. I am sorry about the comic references but you could always try www.marveldirectory.com. They have bios for like all there characters. So if you need to look something up, or your could email me I will explain it to you.
Taineyah- Here it is more. I am sorry but you only love me when I update that makes me sad.
Demonrogue13- I only brought her in for that chapter. I may have her mentioned a couple of times, but I don't think she will make another reappearance. I just wanted Pietro to have an emotional outlet for the night and who better than his wife from the comics. Another reason I doubt she will reappear is because Crystal annoys me. She pretty much cheated with any loser. Ok I am kinda exaggerating but also I'm not.
Evanescence kicks ass- everything you wanted I hope the Gambit angst was enough romyness for you this chapter.
Amieva- my fellow Jonda fan. I had to give Todd a girl. I can't keep pushing my comic hate on him. I rewatched the first x-men movie last night and I realized that I don't hate him there either. He smarted off to sabertooth. Weee heeee. Movie toad is cool beans. I am working on fixing my Toad issues. John drunkenness with the proposal could be open for debate. But right now nothing is going to come of it.
ishandahalf- I hope you caught your shout out that was with in the chapter. I hope Gambit angst was good enough Romy in this chapter.
Chapter 11
Pietro leaned back against his seat in the x-jet. Wanda and Scott had disappeared. He was pissed off as hell. Pietro glanced to Gambit who was actually in a daze. He couldn't help but feel sorry or him. The girl of his dreams was finally able to touch and then this shit has to happen. It wasn't any of their faults. They had just wanted to have some fun for the night, and between some notes he had swapped with Rogue earlier. That is all Wanda was trying to accomplish by getting everyone out for a while. That was why when they called the x-men. Kitty asked for Storm, knowing that the weather goddess had this motherly instinct, and would know better than to lecture them. At least not on the phone. On the other hand, Cyclops and Wolverine didn't really share Storm's sensitivity. Well at least Cyclops didn't. Pietro thought about the jokes he used to make about the gigantic stick up his ass. Actually when the adults showed up Pietro got a glimpse of Wolverine he had never seen before. Kitty had been crying, of course, and the second she saw him she hugged him and called him Mr. Logan. Wolverine decided to calm Pryde down before doing anything else. Well at least not before destroying the bathroom looking for clues to Rogue's disappearance. Scott, on the other hand, Pietro decided, finally buckled under the pressure. Mutant Registration Act passing, people attacking them, Magneto breaking out of jail, and now Rogue has been taken. The leader had handled some tough shit, but it is about time he snapped, and oh what a decision he had made deciding to snap at Wanda. The first words out of his mouth were, "Whose idea was this?", and Wanda had stepped forward.
Pietro scoffed. He couldn't help it. This was taking forever, and while he knew it was necessary he needed to do something.
"It's really quiet back there. I wouldn't be surprised if Wanda shoved his glasses up his ass." John said to him quickly. Pietro glared at him for what felt like minute, but was probably only a few seconds.
"You're actually right for once. There is no way Wanda would take Scott's shit." Pietro stated.
"Unless she feels guilty, mate."
"Don't call me that." John shrugged and looked around. He pulled out his lighter and began to flick it. The door to the back of the jet opened. Everyone's head flipped around to see an extremely pissed off Wanda. Well, everyone but Gambit. Instead of going over toward John and Pietro she plopped right down beside Gambit and gave him a hug. Guilt instantly plagued Pietro's mind. He had only fleetingly thought about how Remy was when it should have been his only concern.
"Listen, no matter what da fearless leader said, he probably didn't mean it. There was nothin' wrong wit wantin' to go out tonight." Remy said to Wanda quickly. She pulled away from him, flopping her hands back to her sides. She studied him for a minute.
"I know that." She said with a certain amount of uncertainty. "Listen, Remy, I swear to you. I will find her." She said standing. He watched her walk away with a certain amount of shock. Gambit leaned back. He never doubted that they would find her, but he had this nagging feeling that something bad could happen. He couldn't even think of anyone who would be stupid enough to take his Rogue. He just had a nagging feeling that they could possibly be going into something bigger than all of them. It would be an understatement to say that he'd die for her. Although there isn't anymore he could do, but death was just an understatement.
"I understand how people need to unwind, but why on earth did you think this was a good time to go out? With your father escaping and all the other stuff that is going on. Why?" Scott asked Wanda finally coming out of the back room of the jet. "Just answer me." She spun around, finally having had enough.
"Because we were all stressed out. We needed to have a little fun or we'd turn out like you, pitching a fit." Jean came in from the cockpit.
"Both of you need to stop." She said sternly. "There is more important things going on." She said desperately trying to diffuse the situation. "It may have been bad timing and bad judgement..." Scott cut her off.
"We have responsibilities Jean, and no matter how bad they suck. We need to do them, before the fun starts. There is too much going on for half of the team to go out partying all night."
"Listen, Scott." Wanda hissed. "You know what, fearless leader?" She said sarcastically. "Everyone else on this plane may put up with your constant condescending attitude, the fact that you think you are better than everyone else, and they put up with your damn lectures, but you are forgetting one very important piece of information."
"What?" He responded coldly.
"I'm not one of your x-men, so I am going to throw all your shit back into your face." She said loudly, walking away. Scott grabbed her arm. She looked down, and could feel Pietro grimace, almost as if he knew what would come next. "You've seen me in a rage, let go." She said calmly actually too calm. Scott let go. The freakiness of her voice should have let anyone know to leave her alone. Scott let her go instantly and sighed.
"Please tell me what your father would want with her?"
"Scott, open up your eyes and look the fuck around. Evil-genius bad guy, that he is, but he isn't stupid. He has fought against all of you for years. He knows better than to fuck with Rogue. She is far to strong willed for any plan of his." Scott scoffed.
"How can you defend him?"
"I am NOT defending him! I am telling the truth. Whatever the hell he planning, he needs people sympathetic to his plans. With the MRA passing, he doesn't have enough time to worry about how some girl he kidnaped could betray him. I will be really fucking surprised if he does have her."
"So there is a chance?"
"What the hell? Of course there is a chance. There is a chance of everything, but to tell you the truth. I think it is more likely that some flat scan, who thought she was a hot piece of ass took her." She finally screamed regretting that last sentence the second if left her lips.
"She's right. I worked for the man. He isn't stupid."
"John I can handle this myself." She said flopping down and glancing at Gambit. She definitely hated that she had said it, but that possibility really needed to be put out in the open. After all, they were at a club, but Rogue had stayed at the table the whole. It wasn't like a whole lot of people actually saw her.
His heart sank at that line. It kept playing over and over in his head like a cd on repeat. 'I think it is more likely that some flat scan, who thought she was a hot piece of ass took her.' He shuddered at the thought. What recently happened with her mutation has actually made her more venerable to anything that could happen. It wasn't like she could bring his own powers out and kinetically charge an assailants ass. In fact her skin couldn't even knock them out anymore, and if they actually caught hold of her after all of Logan's training. Anything could happen to her. He really didn't want to think about it, but he couldn't stop himself.
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She ran. She ran as fast as she could possibly go. She never realized her legs could make her travel this fast, but you tend to run faster on adrenaline, and you tend to secrete adrenaline when you are being chased. It didn't matter that she had no idea where she was or where to go. She had to keep running, but this strange place just seemed to confuse her to no end. When the chase first started it was dark, but now the scenes around her were changing so fast that she had to be careful not to run into things, like her old doll that was probably still at Irene's. This had to be how Pietro felt while he was running. He had to feel a certain confusion during his runs about the rapidly changing landscapes and scenes around him, or at least he must have at first.
The scenery changed once again, and she had to momentarily stop. Rogue ran her finger through her hair and whipped her head around in all directions looking for an escape. She could feel an invisible force start to pull her back, but it was faint. She began to panic. She felt like she had ben running for years, but that maybe because she had ran through memories spanning for years. She could feel the hold get stronger on her, and she knew that she had to keep running or something bad could happen. She wasn't sure of what, but something bad was most definitely going to happen. She saw a door appear at the end of the hallway. She could have sworn it wasn't there before. She quickly made her decision. Go to the door and put off whatever invisible force was trying to suck her in. She quickly threw open the door and gasped. She looked at the disarray of various people packed in this room. Some were talking she could see the cliques, or at least the cliques at the time of absorption. It made some very interesting results. She had Piotr, the Acolyte, probably on Magneto's orders, refusing to speak to Scott, and Scott didn't understand why his fellow X-man refused to speak to him. Rogue was quickly jarred form her thoughts when she heard the door slamming. Rogue started to run back farther in the room. She had to push past all the people in the room. 'Storm would throw a fit in here,' she thought. Hell, Rogue was throwing a fit. It was far to crowded.
"Rogue what's wrong." Scott asked.
"There is someone after me, and Ah cain't shake em." She said quickly. Scott looked up and saw a woman in white walking towards Rogue. He instantly put a hand to his viser and let a red stream of light shoot out. The woman in white put her fingers on her head and Scott instantly let up on the button on his visor and turned towards Rogue. He smiled evilly and pushed the button again, but this time aimed toward Rogue. She jumped out of the way.
"There's no way Ah'm tellin' Logan all them trainin' sessions paid off. It'd only inflate his ego." She said. All the other psyches turned her way. "A little help here please." They all turned toward the woman in white, powering up. She fled the room.
"Damnit!" Emma said rubbing her head.
"Ah told you it is hard to mess with my head."
"Shut up." Rogue glared at her.
"If Ah wasn't bound. You'd be dead."
"Do I have to have you knocked out again?" Rogue went quiet. She wasn't afraid of being knocked out, but if she is conscience she can try to find a way out of this.
"What's wrong, Emma?" She heard a man behind her say.
"Sebastian, I am having far to many troubles getting into her head. This is a job for more than one telepath." She stood up and stretched.
"Who else can we trust, that can handle something like this?" She bit her lip in thought. Her face lit up and she walked over to the huge wooden desk in the corner. She opened a box and began to shift through various files. She handed it to Sebastian. He scanned over it. "You want to find Jason Wyngarde." She nodded. "But his job on Wanda Maximoff didn't last."
"It doesn't need to last." She said as Sebastian left the room. She walked back in front of Rogue. "I am going to have to gag you."
"Bitch." Emma shook her head and gagged Rogue.
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Everyone piled out of the plane. Wanda still pissed, Gambit still in his daze, and Kitty still red-eyed from her tears.
"I want all of you to go get sobered up." Logan growled in typical Logan fashion. Ororo put a hand on his shoulder.
"I will start some coffee." She said softly.
"I'll do it." Jean said coldly, leaving the hanger.
"Jean!" Scott shouted after her. She whipped around.
"Scott, I understand that you are stressed, and I understand that you can't be perfect leader all the time, but you crossed a line."
"What?!?"
"She was projecting all over the place, and let me tell you something there is nothing you can say to make her feel any worse. Rogue didn't want to go out tonight, but Wanda begged her. She feels guilty. I need to get my mind off of things." She going to walk away.
"Hey Jean," She turned around.
"What Scott?"
"I'm sorry."
"I'm not the person you should be apologizing to." Jean said walking out of the hanger to the kitchen to make the coffee. It was so quiet in the house. She wouldn't be able to sleep, and she knew no one else involved would be able to either. The quietness proved the gravity of the situation at hand. Wanda, John, Pietro, and Gambit weren't the quiet people, and now there wasn't a noise coming from anywhere. She walked up the steps and heard the shower going. She didn't know who was in there, nor did she care. All she wanted to do was change and see if she could help the professor on Cerebro.
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Gambit walked into the kitchen not knowing exactly why he was in there. He couldn't keep his mind off of what was going on tonight. It just amazed him. It amazed him how fast things could possibly change, there they were having a fun night, making fun of Piotr's lack of movement on the dance floor, watching Pietro actually be nervous around a girl, drinking with Wanda and actually watching the girl have fun for once, learning that John finally got his act together, and then of course there was Rogue and himself. They were just sitting up there, flirting and making-out as if they were in there one little world. He loved to kiss her. It was the best feeling in the world. Electric. Those green eyes looking back at him, while they tried to catch their breath. And all she had to do was go to the bathroom. What was so wrong with that? People go to the bathroom that is what they do.
"Gambit?... remy?" He didn't come out of his thoughts until he felt Ororo's hand on his. "Don't let go of your coffee cup." He looked down to see that he had, in fact, charged his mug. He quickly shook himself out of his daze, and uncharged the cup. He sat at the table with his coffee, and Ororo followed him. "Speak..."
"Remy be ok." She smirked.
"Listen, you are going to have to get this out. You can't keep it bottled up inside." He thought for a few minutes, if he did have to talk to someone about something and for some reason it couldn't be Rogue. He would tell her. She had these maternal instincts that made her the only adult anyone would take their problems to, but, he remembered, he was an adult. He didn't need to deal with the mushy shit right now. Would that bring her back? Would that make her show up at the door and call him "sugah" or "swamp rat"? Would that let him feel her heart beating next to him at the same pace as if they were connected? Those green eyes. The way she rolled those eyes when he said something she thought was dumb.
"Why you talkin' as if she were dead, and I was grievin'?!" He said standing up quickly, and not even realizing it. He could feel a certain amount of rage at his situation boil up inside of him. Ororo had never done a thing to him, in fact, he considered her his friend, but she was there, and now he could see the slight shock on her face. The slight shock that he yelled at he, and if this were any other time or any other situation Gambit would feel like shit about it, but right now he was high on anger and could care less who he took it out on.
"I didn't mean in like that." She said softly. She was known for her temper and if it had been one of the new recruits that smarted off or yelled at her. There would be lightning striking. He seemed to soften a tad bit.
"When we find out who took her, Logan'll have to get in line." She nodded, and he sat back down.
"You've been infatuated with her for a while." She stated. She knew that word was far to mild, but she couldn't think of anything else to say. He shook his head.
"Ya go it wrong. I'd die for her." She didn't doubt it. Remy had proven himself, and she knew he wasn't lying or just saying it to say it.
"It won't get that far." She said putting a reassuring hand on his. He looked up at her.
"How do ya know dat?"
"Have some faith." She said getting up and putting her mug in the sink. She heard him scoff. "We'll find her." She said confidently. Sure her and Logan had done their own investigation of the crime scene, and of course their first thought was that Magneto was behind it, but after hearing Wanda chew Scott out she wasn't to sure about that. They had to leave, when the police showed up. Someone at the club supposedly heard a scuffle and called. At least, now if it was a human for some messed up reason. They had the police looking, but then again, she didn't have the greatest faith in the criminal justice system when it came to mutants. Sure they supposedly had all their rights and were supposed to receive a fair trial, but... 'We'll find her.' she thought to herself.
"Dere be no doubt in my mind dat we'll find her. Just hopin' it ain't to late. I can't go on wid out her. She's my air."
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He walked down the hallway. He had already gotten into a disagreement with the Professor. He was going to go out and search for Stripes, but the professor was right it would take longer to just search than to wait for clues or anything from cerebro. He breathed in as he wished he could catch one of the students coming in after curfew, at least then he could have something to do. He could destroy something, but that would send Ororo into hysterics. He looked inside the doorway of Stripes room, and he saw Wanda sitting in the center of the room Indian style. A couple of candles were lit around her and her eyes were closed. She was meditating, not the easiest thing to do with alcohol in a person's system, but she was pulling it off.
"What do you want, Logan?" She asked, keeping her eyes closed. Well that was... strange. He saw her open her eyes and then blow out the candles. She saw him look at her. "You're a heavy breather. It isn't hard to miss, when you are silent and trying to be fully aware of your surroundings." She stood up and seemed to walk toward him. She turned on the overhead light. "You didn't interrupt me. I couldn't focus right now if my life depended on it. Checkin' to see how everyone's sobering up?" She said putting the finger quotations around sobering, with her voice dripping with sarcasm that gave it a tone not unlike Rogue. He looked at her slightly confused for a second before releasing a gust of air and a grunt. "You do know that technically a person can't sober up."
"I know." She took a deep breathe and ran her fingers through her hair.
"I'm sorry." She said quickly. "I mean I know that in this place you play warden, but... Rogue once told me you are the biggest softy this side of the Mississippi." He didn't know what to say to that. She completely had him stumped. He didn't consider himself a softy. Ok, well maybe a little. So instead he grunted again. Wanda was different. As an instructor here he knew all the stuff that happened to her the big mind screw and all. The professor had told him once of his surprise that Wanda was at all adjusted in a good way. Whatever the hell that meant. He thought of himself and given the right chances anyone could become "adjusted." He went to leave.
"Can I ask you a question?" She asked nervously. She didn't want to ask him. Logan didn't seem like a type of person to answer questions, but this was a chance she may never get again.
"What?" He said gruffly.
"You had your mind fucked with, right?" Where the hell did that come from? Yeah, it was true, but how the fuck did she know that? He looked at her skeptically. She sighed. "Forget it."
"You took me by surprise."
"It was stupid. There are more important things to be doing right now." She said. She bit the inside of her cheek and seemed to be debating something. "I was just wondering if...um... you ever have flashes of things you don't remember, but you know that they did happen, but they clash with everything else that you believe? God, does that even make any sense?" She had kept her cool until she said the last part. A slight tone of panic could be sensed in her voice.
"Why do you ask?" Her eyes calmed.
"It's no big thing. Psychology major. I guess you could say I was curious. Yeah definitely just curious." She said turning back around to signal the end of the conversation.
"You ever thinking of having Quickie fill in the blanks?" He wasn't going to fall for it. She brought his brain up for a reason, and he knew for a fact that it wasn't for any "interest in Psychology" reason. She whipped around after grabbing clothes and a towel.
"I just wanted to apologize about Rogue." She said purposely trying to stay away from the subject. Sure she had asked her brother to fill in the blanks, but there was a few things that he couldn't answer.
"Why don't you cut the bullshit, and talk you wouldn't have asked otherwise?"
"Wow you're REAL sympathetic." She said, rolling her eyes, voice dripping with so much sarcasm that he could taste it. His eyes narrowed. She really could be a piece of work if she wanted to be. "Shouldn't you be with the professor, and trying to do something... Wolverine-ish." She said not believing the sheer stupidity of it. "Wolverine-ish." Was that really the best she could come up with? He grunted. He did that a lot.
"Wolverine-ish?" He chuckled. "That sounds like something Half-pint might say." Wanda rolled her eyes.
She put down the towel and clothes she was carrying and sat down on her bed. Her expressions seemed to change. "Look at me, miss look at me Wanda, who can't think of anyone but herself, who begs someone to go out when they don't want to, which causes them to be kidnaped. I should be worried about that. I should be worried about how the fuck I am going to make this up to her when we find her. How the fuck I am going to make it up to that man sitting in a daze in the goddamned kitchen, that man who worships the damn ground she walks on. No, I am worried about it because ever since I got on that damn plane no one has let me think of anything else. Then I am worrying about this damn Mutant Registration Act and the fact that this could escalate into something so horrible. The fact that the man I hate could be right, and that I am going to have this number burned into my forearm. I'm racking my brain to figure out where on earth my damn father is, before Scott has a fucking aneurysm, which is hard considering everyone seems to have conveniently forgotten that I thought the fucker has been dead for the last 6 years. How the hell does he expect me to know where he would have her, if I haven't seen him for the past 6 years, and all that I do remember of him is a lie? Which leads me to the fact that I sometimes can't fucking sleep at night or have nightmares, because my damn brain decides to go into hyper drive and have me remember shit that I don't want to remember. Yeah, that's right. I know my life story from a few memories of being in an asylum and second hand stories people tell me. I didn't even remember that the minute that blue bitch broke me out I tried to kill my brother until about six months ago. And every time I have one of my memory fits it is shit I do NOT want to know. I know it happened I can deal with it, but I don't want to remember it. Do you think I want to have a memory of John Allerdyce almost making me a scorch mark on some bridge or the fact that he was the one that led me to that bastard? I knew it, and it didn't bother me that bad, but when I had that memory..." She trailed off, trying to keep her emotions in check. She saw him staring at her. She took a deep breath and continued. "So I hope you forgive me if I'm not on my game tonight. Sorry if I have other shit to do and not enough time to think of a better insult than Wolverine-ish!" She yelled finally grabbing her clothes and storming out of them room.
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He put the cigarette between his lips and lit it, letting the smoke fill his lungs. Heaven pure heaven. Wanda would kill him, of course, if she caught him smoking. He knew she already had a feeling that he still did it sometimes, but she never actually caught him. Right now he really didn't care. He flicked off some ashes. He sat down on the porch in the same place he had sat earlier today. Well, after looking at his watch he realized it had been yesterday, but that didn't matter. This was where she kissed him. He scoffed at his own stupidity. 'God Allerdyce when did you turn into a big girl?' he thought to himself before mentally kicking himself. He should be thinking about more important things. He heard someone step onto the porch and quickly hid his cigarette as he turned around. He rolled his eyes.
"It's you." he said putting his cigarette back in his mouth and looking at Pietro. "Why are you walking? And not acting like a bunny on crack."
"She'll kill you if she catches you out here smoking." John shrugged.
"Sometimes ya just need a smoke, mate. I was going to stay with her, but she decided to meditate, and we both know how she gets when she needs her space. So I left. You can't force the girl to do anything she don't want to do."
"Right again. the idiot seems to be on a roll tonight." Pietro sneered.
"You are completely childish." He said. He continued not really wanting to argue with the only family that the object of his affection had. "Any word yet?"
"Nope, the professor is on Cerebro, and Jean is trying to help." John nodded.
"They're not going to find your dad if that's who they are looking for... do they know that he lines the walls of his base with that same anti-telepathy shit that is in his bucket?" He asked Pietro, flicking more ash off of his cigarette and taking another breath. He pulled it away from his mouth and watched the paper burn. It was almost gone. He looked at it almost sadly. He knew he wasn't crazy he just sometimes lost himself. He heard Pietro scoff. "What?" He snapped.
"Why do you look at that like you love it or some shit like that?" John rolled his eyes.
"Don't you think there are more pressing matters than our disdain or each other?"
"I wouldn't call it disdain."
"That's right it didn't turn into the hatred of a thousand suns until I befriended your sister." He could feel Pietro's eyes, but also noticed that the speed demon was holding his tongue, which is something Pietro didn't do. The fastest thing about Pietro was his damn mouth. "Did you come out here for a specific reason or did you just want to bother me?"
"I want to ask you a question, and I figured it'd take both of our minds off of shit." Pietro replied. He did have to get his mind off of stuff. If there was one thing he couldn't do that was wait. He hated it. When Wanda was unconscious it felt like she was for weeks.
"What do you want to know? I'm not promising I'll answer it." He said taking the last puff on his cigarette before flicking it into the yard. There were things he just didn't tell anybody.
"What do you want with my sister?"
"You're kidding, right?" He said in disbelief. "You have got to be fucking kidding me. After everything you seriously have to ask me that. Do me a favor Pietro pull your head out of your ass long enough to hear this. One. I don't have any insidious intentions towards your sister, even you must realize the stupidity of that question. And two. The only thing that has kept me from turning you into a scorch mark for that question is her and the fact that you mean so much to her. So drop the pre-Madonna jealousy act, and grow the fuck up. She isn't some Psycho that can't handle anything emotional. You can talk to her about shit, but you refuse to. She thinks you fucking hate her, and she has done nothing but try to make you comfortable or protect you. So FUCK off!" Pietro looked at him in the same disbelief John had shown him only a few moments before, as images of her not telling him about there mom, and her comforting him at the church flew through his head. "Now if this ridiculous conversation is over I am going to try to see if I can pull Remy out of his daze." John said standing up and walking back into the house. Pietro watched him leave and ran his fingers through his hair. He quickly shook all thoughts out of his head. There were more important things to be doing.
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Wanda and John jumped out of bed at the same time still wearing the same clothes as the night before. They hadn't even made it under the covers until both of them had been out cold. The professor just woke everyone up for a meeting.
"Why the hell can't he get a P.A. system like a normal person? That is some freaky shit." He said rubbing his head.
Down stairs everyone was together in a meeting room. It was early afternoon. A great deal of people had finally fell asleep by the time the sun was coming up, but you could see the ones that never got to bed, mostly Gambit, Jean, the professor, and of course Scott. Not that you could tell by his eyes, but his motions were far too sluggish.
"I have news." The professor stated. "I haven't been able to sense Rogue with Cerebro, but I did get a slight trace on Magneto."
"You mean to tell me he got caught somewhere without his bucket." Piotr said quickly.
"Who would have thought it? Lack of sleep gives Peter a sense of humor." Logan said quickly. The professor looked at both of them before shaking his head.
"This is serious. From what I could read the few moments I got a reading off of him he is planning something in Washington for the day the Supreme Court decides whether the Mutant Registration Act is constitutional."
"Magneto will be in the capitol in two days. I will put together a team, and have another team for Rogue. There is no telling what Mags and Mystique are up to." Scott said trying carefully not to bash them. It was tricky, considering that Kurt, Wanda, and Pietro were in the room.
"Why is Mystique working for him? I mean didn't she get over all of that. I mean he did, like, some really horrible stuff to her." Kitty said truly confused.
"And she tried to kill him with a metalless bomb." Pietro said quickly.
"Vhat?!? That vas her?" Pietro nodded.
"She finally snapped. I can't really say that I blame her. They must of put their differences behind them, I guess. There really is no other way to explain it." Kurt rubbed his eyes.
"So Scott, vhat are the teams?"
"Wanda and Pietro will be on the team to look for Rogue." He started instantly feeling a glare come from Wanda. He looked at her before he saw her eyes narrow and the table shook slightly. She took a deep breath and the table settled.
"No." She said quickly.
"What?"
"I love Rogue believe me but I could be better used elsewhere." Scott shook his head.
"You get far to unstable around him." She stood up quickly that she sent the chair backwards still glaring.
"Unstable?" She growled. John went for her hand but she twisted out of his grasp. "Unstable. YOU think I'M unstable?"
"When you are around him, yes."
"You are sooooo lucky that right now I am only thinking about revenge on one person." She yelled at him, storming out of the room.
"You've done it now." Pietro smarted. "Every idiot on the planet knows better than to say that Wanda is unstable, well at least to her face."
Wanda stormed out of the room and looked around quickly before reaching her car keys and storming out of the house. She looked at the driveway realizing her car was still at the club. She ran into the garage and saw a motorcycle. It was probably Logan's, but she didn't care. She used her powers to hot wire it and she took off.
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AN: I am soooo sorry this chapter took so long. I just couldn't get it out to my satisfaction and there are still parts I am incredibly iffy about. I hope you enjoyed it any way. I had reasons or picking who talked to who in this chapter. The Gambit and Storm conversation came from the fact that in the comics they were quite close. The Wanda and Logan convo came about because I see that they have very similar personality traits and things. They both have this rage thing and they bother don't do to well with polite formalities, and they both have had their heads screwed up. I rewrote that convo twice. I didn't want it to come off as a heart to heart because Wanda and Logan don't have heart to hearts. John and Pietro I used even though they have had interactions through out the story. I just didn't see them talking to anyone else. Also I don't know a lot about Emma Frost. I know her history read it a ton, and what I have read of her in fan fiction has given me a little bit of what her personality is like, so if she seems slightly out of character I am sorry.
Namorita- I spend all my time on the television with out pity web site. I figured someone would eventually peg me for a TwoPer. Thanks for your review.
Witch-uk- I am glad you reviewed I hope you are having a fantabulous time in Germany.
Peace215- I always figured that rogue could fight so I decided to have it happen. I am sorry about the comic references but you could always try www.marveldirectory.com. They have bios for like all there characters. So if you need to look something up, or your could email me I will explain it to you.
Taineyah- Here it is more. I am sorry but you only love me when I update that makes me sad.
Demonrogue13- I only brought her in for that chapter. I may have her mentioned a couple of times, but I don't think she will make another reappearance. I just wanted Pietro to have an emotional outlet for the night and who better than his wife from the comics. Another reason I doubt she will reappear is because Crystal annoys me. She pretty much cheated with any loser. Ok I am kinda exaggerating but also I'm not.
Evanescence kicks ass- everything you wanted I hope the Gambit angst was enough romyness for you this chapter.
Amieva- my fellow Jonda fan. I had to give Todd a girl. I can't keep pushing my comic hate on him. I rewatched the first x-men movie last night and I realized that I don't hate him there either. He smarted off to sabertooth. Weee heeee. Movie toad is cool beans. I am working on fixing my Toad issues. John drunkenness with the proposal could be open for debate. But right now nothing is going to come of it.
ishandahalf- I hope you caught your shout out that was with in the chapter. I hope Gambit angst was good enough Romy in this chapter.