Hey!
ETA here. I just wanted to say to all the fans of Le Cahier, well, it's on hold. My muse is on vacation and I really wanted to write a JONDA. This is the first in a series which will hopefully be a good one.
PS: Just to clear something up, this will be slightly AU. So if you see something that doesn't fit with Evolution, then that's why.
Enjoy!
Eviltwinalix
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT NOW OWN X-MEN OR ANYTHING AFFILIATED WITH MARVEL.
Wanda Maximoff sat on the front porch of the Brotherhood house, smoking a cigarette and mulling over some thoughts to herself. Mostly she was trying to figure out why the hell someone would send their own child to an asylum, especially when she wasn't insane. You see, she had recently gotten her memories back of the past eight years, of what her life had really been like. And it wasn't too pleasant to have them back when she had been almost perfectly content with the life she had thought she led, almost.
It had taken a couple of months of serious therapy with Professor Xavier at his Institute before Wanda could start to forgive her brother. Now that she had, things had changed, definitely for the better. They ruled this house, together. Pietro and Wanda Maximoff were on the road to becoming the close twins that they once were, linked by blood and siblinghood.
Sighing, she put out the cigarette and flung it into the ashtray. Rising from her chair, she headed into the house and shut the door behind her. It was time to cook dinner for the boys. God knows that everyone except Lance was to dimwitted to read the directions on a recipe. And as a woman, it was sort of assumed that she'd cook and clean. Well, fuck their sexist opinions. Lance and Toad did laundry, Blob vacuumed, Pietro dusted, and Wanda cooked. Not to mention that everyone kept their own rooms and bathrooms cleaned. It all worked out, especially since everyone except Blob worked. [He collected unemployment.] They always had enough of everything they needed and the place was pretty cozy.
"Time to cook for my demented little family." Wanda reached into the refrigerator and pulled out a package of hamburger that had been thawing. It was meatloaf night.
Wanda was startled when the doorbell rang. Who could it be? Rogue maybe, at least she hoped. It had been a while since the two had talked. Something about being grounded for decking Gambit, the newest X-Man. So who was it?
When she opened the door, she knew exactly who it was. St. John Allerdyce, also known as Pyro. Had she been holding something, it would have fallen to the floor in pieces. John was here! At her house! And why did she care?
"G'day sheila."
"John, what are you doing here?"
"Well that's a mighty fine way to greet a hungry man. I came for food, and for you of course."
Wanda blushed prettily, matching her red corset top. Her black hair, which she recently let grow out back into its long natural black, waved in the breeze of the night. And John was captivated.
"Food? Well, I was just about to start dinner if you want to come in."
"Do you have a room available? Oy don't have no place to go since I quit working for old Mags."
"Yes, we do. It's the only one left. I'll take you to it."
John smiled hopefully. "Does this mean that you're going to let me stay?"
Wanda sighed heavily. "Yes, I suppose. But there are some rules. Tomorrow you have to go find a job. A real, legit, bring home a paycheck every Friday job. And you have to put in $75 of it into the pot on the kitchen counter. That's the money we use to pay the bills and buy groceries. The rest is yours. And you have to contribute to the chores too. We need someone to take care of the yard. It's starting to look shabby. Do you think that you can do that?" Wanda looked at him appraisingly.
"Yeah, sheila, oy think that oy can do that. But only for you." John smirked cockily.
"Watch yourself. And there is one more thing. Don't let on to the world that you are a mutant. We don't need mutant haters knocking on our door. I know that it can be hard to control your powers, but you have to. If not for yourself then the five of us. It just has to be done." Wanda spoke seriously, with a heavy heart. She hated how mutants had to hide their abilities just because humans had closed minds. If only they could all get along, you could imagine the things they could do. But ignorance is bliss, and most people preferred to remain blissfully ignorant.
John had a look of disgust on his face. "Fine. Oy'll do it."
"Then come on in."
John followed Wanda up the stairs to the second floor. "There is Pietro's room, Lance's room, and Toad's room. Their bathroom is there." She pointed to four doors, two on each side of the hallway.
They went up another flight of stairs to the third floor. "There is Freddy's room and the bathroom." She pointed to the two rooms on one side of the hallway. "That is my room, and the one next to it will be yours. There is a dresser, a bed, and a couple of lamps. If you want anything else you'll have to buy it yourself."
John left the two suitcases he had been carrying on the bed. "Is there a garage where oy can park moy car? Oy've got more stuff in it."
"Yeah. There is a garage but it has Lance's Jeep and my car in it. Toad parks his car behind the garage where people can't see it, and there is enough room there for yours."
"Thanks Sheila."
"It's no problem John. Everyone should be in the living room now. And there is another bathroom downstairs, along with a living room, the kitchen, and the laundry room. I've gotta go cook dinner before the boys start a coup." She walked out the door, shutting it as she left.
Pyro sank down onto his bed, breathing heavily. She was so beautiful! And that was what had compelled him to finally leave that no good asshole Magneto. Ever since he had first seen Wanda, in that fateful fight against the sentinels, he'd felt strange. There was something about her, something that drew him to her. And frankly it scared him.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Wanda was beating the poor meatloaf like there was no tomorrow. John was here, living in her house, right next to her bedroom! This was unexpected, craziness, lunacy, yet it was really happening. So why was she stressing out?
Finally noticing the poor beaten meatloaf mix in the bowl, Wanda scowled and uttered a few choice curses underneath her breath. Separating the ginormous amount of meat into a relatively normal sized meatloaf and a huge meatloaf, she placed them into their respective pans and popped them into the oven. Next she threw together a salad and mixed up some mashed potatoes from a box. Dinner was made. All that was needed was the table to be set and all would be well.
Wanda headed up to her room for reasons unknown. She had some things to figure out, like why the fuck did she feel so…queer all of a sudden? She'd been around John before, and maybe it was just him. But she had always felt this way around him.
Situations like this called for female company. Wanda picked up her personal phone line and called Rogue. Situations like this warranted the degradation that calling the Institute had always warranted. The phone rang a couple of times before someone finally picked up.
"Hello?" An all to familiar voice, that of her best friend Rogue echoed on the other end of the line.
"Hi Rogue. It's Wanda."
"What's up?"
"I have a problem. Wow, that gives such a feeling of déjà vu. What I mean to say is that I need a woman's opinion."
"Oh really? Yah have mah attention."
"John came to live with us today?"
"Really?"
"Yeah. And the thing is, I feel so strange when I'm around him. My stomach feels like it's in my feet and my heart starts beating so fast that it could give Pietro a run for his money."
Rogue laughed. "Is that all? Ah thought that this was a dire situation."
"It is! I was stupid and said that he could come live with us! And I knew that the only bedroom was right next to mine! And when I see him I have trouble breathing and I start blushing and my whole body feels queer. Am I sick or something? Do I need to come see Dr. McCoy?"
"Ah know what's wrong with yah. That's the same exact thing that happened to meh when Remy became an X-Men. Wanda, yah're in love."
Wanda gasped. "You have got to be kidding me. I most certainly am not in love with John Allerdyce! He's a…guy. You know how I feel about guys."
"Ah know, Ah know. Yah hate them and yah vowed neveh to get close. Believe meh, sugah, it's all right. Don't be afraid to feel fo' him. It's perfectly natural. And it's good for yah. Who knows, maybe if Ah hadn't fallen in love with Remy then mah powehs would still be beyond mah control. Now Ah'm free to touch."
"I know that Rogue. And he was good for you. But what happens if I'm wrong and I don't love him? What if I act upon my feelings and end up getting hurt? What then?"
"Wanda, love isn't easy. Believe meh, Ah know. But once you let yahself go, then it's like nothing yah've ever felt befo'. And yah won't regret it, Ah promise yah. Just try. Yah neveh know until yah try."
Wanda sighed heavily. "Fuck Rogue, now you've got me even more confused than before. How can I love him? I've only seen him once before in my entire life!"
"Ah don't know the answeh to that sugah. Honestly Ah don't know. But what Ah do know is that Ah have some big news fo' yah."
"Wait, you're not going to go elope with Remy again, are you? Cause I don't want to cover your butt if Wolverine comes knocking on my door again at 4 a.m."
"No. Ah'm pregnant!"
Wanda, who was in the process of lighting another cigarette, dropped it onto the floor. Luckily it wasn't lit.
"You're joking me! You and Remy are seriously having a kid?"
"Yep. Ah just found out this morning. Isn't it something though? Mah life is so much betteh. Ah'm so happy. Ah mean, two years ago Ah neveh would have thought that Ah'd be able to smile and now look at meh. You should try giving happy a shot. It may be the best thing that yah've eveh done."
"I'll think on it. Talk to you later."
"Au revoir."
Wanda hung up the phone and started laughing at the sheer lunacy of her life. A couple of years ago, getting out of that asylum had been her life's goal. Now that she had accomplished it, it was overrated. In fact, there were some times that she wished to go back into the safety of her rubber walls. Life in the world seemed overrated.
A knock resounded on the door, and Wanda got off of her bed to answer it, retrieving her cigarette in the process.
"Who is it?"
"It's me Wanda."
She opened up the door and let Pietro in. "What's up?"
"I have something to tell you."
"Well that's good cause I have something to tell you."
"My girlfriend Samantha is moving in for a while because her dad is an abusive asshole."
"How long will it last this time?"
"Well, I'm betting a while because we've been going out for four months."
"Where will she sleep?"
"In my room duh."
"Should have guessed. John moved into the empty room next to mine. He quit working for Eric."
Pietro's eyebrows shot up into his hairline. "Pyro's living with us?"
"Yes. Do you have a problem with that?"
"Wanda…"
"What? Come on, Pietro. He needs a place to live. And I told him all the rules. Not to mention the fact that you will get a break from procrastinating about doing the yard work because that will be his chore."
"Fine. Whatever. As long as he contributes money, then I guess that he can stay. What's for dinner?"
"Meatloaf. With salad, and mashed potatoes."
"Okay. And did I mention that your cigarette burnt itself out?" He turned around and walked away, leaving Wanda cursing over her bad luck.
Later in the night, after dinner had been eaten and it was time for bed, Wanda headed into the bathroom on her floor to shower. It had been such a queer day. Turning on the water as hot as it would go, she soaked for a while. Pietro's girlfriend had seemed like a nice girl. In fact, she and Wanda had a lot in common. Samantha had long black hair, only hers had purple streaks in it. And she wore a lot of black makeup, which accentuated the silver jewelry in her eyebrow, lip, ears, and belly button. She obviously did her shopping at Hot Topic and Rave. Her style was unique, and it really worked for her. She was hot, and definitely not the type of girl Pietro usually brought home.
Samantha was a mutant as well, only her abilities were more unusual than most mutants. She had the ability to control water in all its forms and temperatures. That very fact scared the crap out of Pyro, who spent the whole night trying to move his seat far away from hers. The power that that girl wielded was amazing. And her green eyes almost glowed due to the force of it. She could definitely give Pietro something none of the other bimbos could, and for that Wanda was sure that she would be staying around for a while.
Finally getting out of the comforting warmth the steamy bathroom and into the coolness of the hallway, Wanda was shocked to see John coming out of his bedroom, next in line.
"Hello sheila."
"John!" Wanda blushed a scarlet that put her uniforms to shame. You see, a while ago Rogue had convinced her to go shopping at Frederick's of Hollywood. The product of that was a scandalously short pair of booty shorts and a curve-hugging camisole top, all of which John was eyeing appreciatively.
"What are you doing John?"
"Oy'm just-er-going to use the bathroom?"
"Well then go!" With that Wanda walked into the room and slammed the door. To calm her nerves she smoked another cigarette, then went to bed.
That's all for the first chappie! Review me and let me know what you think of it, and don't be afraid to say what I should and shouldn't change. Thanks so much!
PS: Props to Heartsyhawk for making me post this when I wasn't sure I wanted to. Thank you so much! I owe ya one sis!
Eviltwinalix