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The horror known as Sconda – aka Scott/Wanda continues. Lame-o, my humor muse, couldn't leave well enough alone.
This is technically not part of Scott's tale to Jean – it's a bonus flashback from the same time but from Wanda's and the boys' perspectives.
And a quick note to a reviewer who scolded me for using the word 'blue' in the title of a story that does not revolve around Kurt. The inspiration came to me because Wanda falling for Scott is totally from left field – or 'Out of the Blue.' I also thought of the blue fuzziness we see when she casts a hex - so it fit in a funny sort of way. But anyway, I decided to change the story name and Wanda was looking over my shoulder as I was about to do so. Needless to say, my fingers will heal in about a month and Wanda wants to have a chat with him about who owns the word 'blue.'
:Denotes private thoughts:
Out of the Blue - Chapter 6 – Checking the Headlines
The next day after her experience at the mall, Wanda walked into the kitchen and spotted Agatha Harkness waiting to start the next lesson. The elder woman smiled, "Good morning, Wanda. You're early – that's very responsible."
Wanda poured herself a cup of hot water for her tea and mimicked the condescending comments to herself.
Agatha took a sip of her tea and asked, "So how did things go at the mall yesterday? Any problems?"
Wanda tired of these conversations a long time ago. Time to liven things up. "Things went ok. I shopped for a dress and some perfume. And I met someone, who has caught my eye in a certain way."
Intrigued, Agatha dug deeper. "Would I happen to know this special person?" Wanda smiled and focused on her mentor, "Oh yes, it was Scott Summers from the X-Men."
For the very first time, Wanda saw the stone faced Agatha react in shock and spill her tea on the table. Her mentor tried to mop up the hot liquid as it spread across the table. It took a while for her to regain her composure. "You're interested in him?"
A strange sensation filled the Scarlet Witch – something she had not felt in a long time. Wanda went on, "Oh yes. He bought me ice cream and rescued me from the evils of state tax." This was ..... fun.
Todd and Fred walked into the kitchen then froze when they saw Agatha and Wanda at the table. Fred reversed course right away, but Todd, of course, had to say something. "Excuse us, ladies. We was jus' lookin' for some grub." He gave Wanda his big smile, "Seeya later, babycakes."
The Scarlet Witch snarled at him before he disappeared. Agatha waited a few seconds then motioned towards the doorway, "What about young Mr. Tolansky? Does he not interest you?"
Wanda was shocked, "Who him? With the way he smells? No way!" Agatha gave Wanda one of those 'you don't know everything' stares that drove the young woman up the wall. Wanda groaned internally, :Here it comes – her worldly knowledge to be passed on to another generation.:
Agatha started, "Let me tell you a story about things that don't smell so pleasant. There is a bar in downtown New York City where I would meet friends to share a few beers and good stories." Wanda's eyebrows rose – this old hag actually kicking back and enjoying a few brewskies – who would have thought that? "When you first walk in, the place is a real dump – old beat up chairs, sawdust on the floor, the only heat source a wood stove in the center. But what hits you right away is the stench – it can be overpowering at first and very hard to pinpoint what it smells like. The food menu is limited – they only serve saltine crackers, cheese and fresh cut onions along with a hot spicy mustard that looks like it has been left out on the table for over a year. However once I am with my friends and have a few mugs – they only serve their own beer by the way: light or dark and that's it – you don't notice the smell at all anymore. All you can sense is the passage of time among good company."
Wanda shrugged her shoulders, "And this relates to me – how?"
Agatha just stared at Wanda for a moment, then decided to let it slide, "Now here did we leave off last week?"
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Fred motions for his friend to join him in the basement. "Come here, Todd. I got sumthin' I wanta show you downstairs. But ya gotta promise me ya won't laugh."
Todd waved his friend off. "Listen, it ain't my turn to do laundry, yo."
Fred tried again, "It's not laundry – it's sumthin' else. Sumthin' that might help you with Wanda." That got Todd's attention and he tried to get him to promise again, "Remember no laughing."
Todd's patience was wearing thin, "Yo, I ain't laughing. Let's do this."
Fred walked down the steps and headed towards the crawlspace in the basement. Todd hopped behind him, curious what magic item could score him the witch of his dreams.
The giant pulled a box hidden on the top rack by the crawlspace, placed it on the ground and opened the lid for his friend to see. Todd peered into the box to see a large stack of magazines – the kind the teen girls read. The covers described makeup tips, fashion rules for different seasons and relationship advice. He was confused and fished in the box to see what might be hidden underneath. More girl magazines – just older issues. He looked up at Fred – who looked embarrassed but started to explain.
"It started with Tabby – she'd leave these magazines out by the TV. When noone was looking, I sneaked a peek into one – ya know to try to understand them – ya know - girls. Then she had me read the quiz questions to her so she couldn't cheat. Quizzes like 'Does he notice me?' or 'Am I hot?' Can you believe that – Tabby wondering if she's hot?" Todd knew what his friend meant and knew why she had doubts. Tabby's jerk of a dad made her feel worthless. She had no idea what a dream come true she was to the two of them.
Boom Boom brought a whole new level of fun to the Brotherhood home. She dragged the boys to the dance. She paid attention to Todd and Fred the most, and worked with them on how to talk to girls. Todd had wished on more then one occasion that Tabby had more of a backbone to stand up to Mystique that night – but he understood why she left.
Fred continued, "Then Kitty started leaving hers around too. When she'd throw them away, I'd fish them outta the trash."
Todd remembered when Fred returned to the house the night he tried to kidnap Jean. After he came back from the garbage dump, his friend was extremely self conscious around any girls in the hallways at school. Noone outside of the mutants knew what happened that day, but it haunted Fred anyway. It got even worse when Rogue left. That was mainly Pietro's fault – he had commanded her to cook the meals and clean the house - all the time. The other boys knew the speedster was way out of line by making those demands but they were all willing to risk it – they thought she might go for it. Oh yeah – she went for it – right out the front door.
Todd was not so sure these magazines would be of any help when something caught his eye - 'How to seal the deal with the right kiss.' What the heck – ya never know. He sat down and flipped through the pages till he found the article.
Author's note: If you are done with college final exams – good for you. If not – go back and study – Wanda and Scott will wait for you – don't worry.
As always – please drop a review.
And the bar Agatha talks about is real - McSorley's in New York City - East 7th Street between 2nd and 3rd Ave - closer to 3rd. Not a place for everybody - but I like it.
The horror known as Sconda – aka Scott/Wanda continues. Lame-o, my humor muse, couldn't leave well enough alone.
This is technically not part of Scott's tale to Jean – it's a bonus flashback from the same time but from Wanda's and the boys' perspectives.
And a quick note to a reviewer who scolded me for using the word 'blue' in the title of a story that does not revolve around Kurt. The inspiration came to me because Wanda falling for Scott is totally from left field – or 'Out of the Blue.' I also thought of the blue fuzziness we see when she casts a hex - so it fit in a funny sort of way. But anyway, I decided to change the story name and Wanda was looking over my shoulder as I was about to do so. Needless to say, my fingers will heal in about a month and Wanda wants to have a chat with him about who owns the word 'blue.'
:Denotes private thoughts:
Out of the Blue - Chapter 6 – Checking the Headlines
The next day after her experience at the mall, Wanda walked into the kitchen and spotted Agatha Harkness waiting to start the next lesson. The elder woman smiled, "Good morning, Wanda. You're early – that's very responsible."
Wanda poured herself a cup of hot water for her tea and mimicked the condescending comments to herself.
Agatha took a sip of her tea and asked, "So how did things go at the mall yesterday? Any problems?"
Wanda tired of these conversations a long time ago. Time to liven things up. "Things went ok. I shopped for a dress and some perfume. And I met someone, who has caught my eye in a certain way."
Intrigued, Agatha dug deeper. "Would I happen to know this special person?" Wanda smiled and focused on her mentor, "Oh yes, it was Scott Summers from the X-Men."
For the very first time, Wanda saw the stone faced Agatha react in shock and spill her tea on the table. Her mentor tried to mop up the hot liquid as it spread across the table. It took a while for her to regain her composure. "You're interested in him?"
A strange sensation filled the Scarlet Witch – something she had not felt in a long time. Wanda went on, "Oh yes. He bought me ice cream and rescued me from the evils of state tax." This was ..... fun.
Todd and Fred walked into the kitchen then froze when they saw Agatha and Wanda at the table. Fred reversed course right away, but Todd, of course, had to say something. "Excuse us, ladies. We was jus' lookin' for some grub." He gave Wanda his big smile, "Seeya later, babycakes."
The Scarlet Witch snarled at him before he disappeared. Agatha waited a few seconds then motioned towards the doorway, "What about young Mr. Tolansky? Does he not interest you?"
Wanda was shocked, "Who him? With the way he smells? No way!" Agatha gave Wanda one of those 'you don't know everything' stares that drove the young woman up the wall. Wanda groaned internally, :Here it comes – her worldly knowledge to be passed on to another generation.:
Agatha started, "Let me tell you a story about things that don't smell so pleasant. There is a bar in downtown New York City where I would meet friends to share a few beers and good stories." Wanda's eyebrows rose – this old hag actually kicking back and enjoying a few brewskies – who would have thought that? "When you first walk in, the place is a real dump – old beat up chairs, sawdust on the floor, the only heat source a wood stove in the center. But what hits you right away is the stench – it can be overpowering at first and very hard to pinpoint what it smells like. The food menu is limited – they only serve saltine crackers, cheese and fresh cut onions along with a hot spicy mustard that looks like it has been left out on the table for over a year. However once I am with my friends and have a few mugs – they only serve their own beer by the way: light or dark and that's it – you don't notice the smell at all anymore. All you can sense is the passage of time among good company."
Wanda shrugged her shoulders, "And this relates to me – how?"
Agatha just stared at Wanda for a moment, then decided to let it slide, "Now here did we leave off last week?"
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Fred motions for his friend to join him in the basement. "Come here, Todd. I got sumthin' I wanta show you downstairs. But ya gotta promise me ya won't laugh."
Todd waved his friend off. "Listen, it ain't my turn to do laundry, yo."
Fred tried again, "It's not laundry – it's sumthin' else. Sumthin' that might help you with Wanda." That got Todd's attention and he tried to get him to promise again, "Remember no laughing."
Todd's patience was wearing thin, "Yo, I ain't laughing. Let's do this."
Fred walked down the steps and headed towards the crawlspace in the basement. Todd hopped behind him, curious what magic item could score him the witch of his dreams.
The giant pulled a box hidden on the top rack by the crawlspace, placed it on the ground and opened the lid for his friend to see. Todd peered into the box to see a large stack of magazines – the kind the teen girls read. The covers described makeup tips, fashion rules for different seasons and relationship advice. He was confused and fished in the box to see what might be hidden underneath. More girl magazines – just older issues. He looked up at Fred – who looked embarrassed but started to explain.
"It started with Tabby – she'd leave these magazines out by the TV. When noone was looking, I sneaked a peek into one – ya know to try to understand them – ya know - girls. Then she had me read the quiz questions to her so she couldn't cheat. Quizzes like 'Does he notice me?' or 'Am I hot?' Can you believe that – Tabby wondering if she's hot?" Todd knew what his friend meant and knew why she had doubts. Tabby's jerk of a dad made her feel worthless. She had no idea what a dream come true she was to the two of them.
Boom Boom brought a whole new level of fun to the Brotherhood home. She dragged the boys to the dance. She paid attention to Todd and Fred the most, and worked with them on how to talk to girls. Todd had wished on more then one occasion that Tabby had more of a backbone to stand up to Mystique that night – but he understood why she left.
Fred continued, "Then Kitty started leaving hers around too. When she'd throw them away, I'd fish them outta the trash."
Todd remembered when Fred returned to the house the night he tried to kidnap Jean. After he came back from the garbage dump, his friend was extremely self conscious around any girls in the hallways at school. Noone outside of the mutants knew what happened that day, but it haunted Fred anyway. It got even worse when Rogue left. That was mainly Pietro's fault – he had commanded her to cook the meals and clean the house - all the time. The other boys knew the speedster was way out of line by making those demands but they were all willing to risk it – they thought she might go for it. Oh yeah – she went for it – right out the front door.
Todd was not so sure these magazines would be of any help when something caught his eye - 'How to seal the deal with the right kiss.' What the heck – ya never know. He sat down and flipped through the pages till he found the article.
Author's note: If you are done with college final exams – good for you. If not – go back and study – Wanda and Scott will wait for you – don't worry.
As always – please drop a review.
And the bar Agatha talks about is real - McSorley's in New York City - East 7th Street between 2nd and 3rd Ave - closer to 3rd. Not a place for everybody - but I like it.