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ETA here with chapter two of New Beginnings. I really like this one, and I think it's going well. Therefore I have decided to keep it. Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed it!!! I hope that you liked it and keep on liking it! Onto my shoutouts:

EE's Skysong: Yeah, I like fluff too, only on bread with bananas. And no need for thanks on the suggestions. I was feeling slightly more insane than normal. I love the fact that you actually used the suggestions too! Keep the insanity alive!!! :)

pyros-gal: I recently discovered JONDAS too and fell in love with them. You see, although I like the ROMY couple, my heart lies with the Maximoff twins, just not together like twincest cause that's just wrong, no questions asked.

Ishandahalf: I absolutely adore fun and that is exactly what JONDAS could be if you ignore all of the drama that tends to get mixed up with them. Don't get me wrong, I love angst, depression, and drama [ADD] but every once in a while you need a break from the ROMY and JONDA is absolutely perfect for that. I do miss everyone's favorite Cajun dish but Pyro makes up for it. And don't you think that it's about time Rogue is happy???

Heartsyhawk: When exactly do you plan on posting new chapters?? I mean, granted I know what's going to happen in 24 Hours but I want your interpretation! And the only reason my muse ran away is cause I let Pie-Pie out of the cage and stuck my new slave Phashina into it. :)

DISCLAIMER: Um, I don't own anything other than Phashina and Heartsyhawk's other pink sock….

Dedication: Although this story is dedicated to Heartsyhawk, I'd like to dedicate this chapter to EE's Skysong. This is full of insanity, just like her stories THE X-BAND and THE X-BAND PART DEUCE. Read them!!!

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. The noise of her alarm clock jerked Wanda out of her sleep.

"Fucking A, what time is it?" She rubbed her eyes and looked over at the clock. It read 6:30 a.m. She groaned but got her rear out of bed and grabbed her work clothes before she remembered that today was her day off and she didn't have to get up this early. Then why had she set her alarm? She had to use the bathroom anyways, so she said the hell with it and got out of bed.

As she headed out of her room into the hallway she heard a horrible noise. Curious, and against her better judgement, she walked towards the source of it. At the bathroom door she stopped, and then exactly what it was came perfectly clear to her: John was singing in the shower.

Wanda giggled, completely out of character for herself, and pressed her ear against the door to better hear exactly what he was singing. When she figured it out, she nearly gagged.

"You are, moy fire. Moy one, desire. Believe, when oy say, that oy want it that way." John's horribly off-key voice was accompanied by the booming of the stereo playing, what else, but the Backstreet Boys' I Want It That Way.

So amusing was the singing and so loud was the stereo that she couldn't hear when John shut off the water. And she definitely didn't hear when he turned the door knob until after it opened and he came waltzing into the hallway, wearing nothing but a towel and fuzzy pink bunny slippers.

This was too much to handle, and she burst into fits of uncontrollable laughter. Startled at the noise, John turned around and saw, much to his delight and horror, Wanda laughing at him.

"BLOODY HELL!" He screamed and accidentally dropped his towel, which instantly shut her up. She eyed him for a moment, all of him, and every inch of her body was simultaneously turned on and embarrassed as hell.

"Jesus, John, put that damn thing on again!" He proceeded to do so, but not before Pyro Jr. jumped to attention, causing Wanda to blush so deeply she looked purple.

"Don't ya know that it isn't nice to surprise blokes when they're getting out of the shower? Although I have to say it is a mighty nice surprise." He eyed her appreciatively and she ran into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

As he headed into his room, he tried desperately in his mind to sort out exactly what had just happened. he had just cooled himself off in a nice cold shower after dreaming of her in her shorty shorts and top. Next thing he knew, he was in the same predicament again, except this time…she actually saw it all.

Pyro was ashamed of Pyro Jr., although that wasn't a fact he wanted the whole world to know. Once, when the Acolytes spent their day off getting drunk as hell, they randomly decided to compare sizes. That was a disaster. Pyro was the shortest in the group, with his 9.5 inches not even standing a chance against Remy's footlong, Sabretooth's 13 inches, and Piotr's impressive 14.5 inches. Ever since then, he'd flirt shamelessly with the sheilas, but when it came to be time for some action…he'd run. He just couldn't stand it if someone laughed at it, and at him.

But even his self-proclaimed inadequacy couldn't get the image of Wanda out of his mind. Damn, she looked sexy as hell. Those shorts…and her hair all messy…and her laughter. He had never seen her laugh before. And even though it was at his expense, he wanted more. She just looked so beautiful when she laughed.

After getting dressed and drying his hair of the horrible water [which couldn't even cool him down properly] he grabbed his car keys and went downstairs into the kitchen where the object of this thoughts was currently making blueberry waffles and humming a tune while the television was blaring MTV. On it was some creepy gothic song that she was singing along to.

"The worst is over now/and we can breathe again/I wanna hold you high/you steal my pain away/There's so much left to learn/and no one left to fight/I wanna hold you high/and steal your pain." Wanda sang out in an eerily beautiful voice that was reminiscent of Amy Lee.

[A/N: Evanescence is my favorite band. The song that Wanda is singing along to is "Broken" by Seether with Amy Lee, who is the lead vocalist in the band. The song, which I don't own, is on Seether's album DISCLAIMER II and THE PUNISHER: THE ALBUM.]

Pyro leaned against the doorjamb and stared at her for a moment. Today she was wearing a red and black plaid skirt that showed off her shapely legs, a simple black tank top that showed off other assets, and thick black flip-flops. Pyro was surprised to see that she had great feet, which surprised him. He hated feet, found them so weird. It made him grossed out just looking at his own. But hers…

He shrugged and thought to himself about how he must be insane. Only he would be so crazy as to have feet be a pet peeve. [A/N: I absolutely detest feet. They are my pet peeve.] But then again, she was Wanda and he was madly in love with her. Before she could see him, he went out the door and to his car to go job hunting.

Wanda stood in the kitchen, slaving over the stove. For some reason, she felt strangely buoyant today. Everything looked different. She had started the day feeling like shit when she rolled out of bed, but ever since the incident in the hallway…It had changed her somehow. She sang in the shower, sang in her bedroom when she was getting dressed, and even forgot to have her morning cigarette. She went to pull some eggs out of the fridge to make omelettes with when she saw the pack just lying there on the kitchen table, next to the ashtray.

In a rare moment of clarity, Wanda discovered why she felt so happy. It wasn't just John, it was the fact that she didn't have that morning cigarette. She picked up the ashtray and the pack and threw them into the garbage, along with the rest of her carton she had stashed in the freezer for reasons unknown. That settled, she turned around to get the eggs when she saw Samantha enter the kitchen.

"Samantha, what's wrong?" Wanda had noticed the puffy eyes and lack of sleep so obviously on the girl that she just knew something was wrong.

"Wanda? What are you doing up so early? I thought that you would be asleep. Everyone else is, except for Pietro. He left for work already." She sniffled and shuffled over to the coffee maker, where a fresh pot was just waiting to be drunk. She poured herself a mug of straight black coffee and sat down at the table.

"Samantha, are you alright?"

"No, Wanda, I'm not alright."

A worried look crossed Wanda's face. It was amazing how she could shoulder the responsibility, the worry, for a household of people. Sometimes it really blew her mind. Wanda turned off the stove and put a waffle on a plate, then went to sit down.

"Mind telling me about it?" She pushed the plate towards Samantha, who grudgingly accepted it and stared at it for a moment.

"I'm pregnant." With those two dreaded words she broke down into tears again.

Wanda gasped. "You are? Are you sure? How did this happen?"

"I honestly don't know how, since I'm not stupid and I know the risks that come with having sex. I always, always make sure that Pietro wore a condom, and I was on the pill for three years because I've had really bad cramps. I know that it's Pietro's kid too, because when he first met me…lets just say that I had ran away from home. My dad is an asshole who liked to beat me and insult me the worst way how. He always used to accuse me of doing stuff that I didn't, and I had had enough. It was graduation day, which of course he ruined by coming in during the middle of the ceremony, drunk as hell and yelling about how my mother had left him and how I was a no-good slut. Being salutatorian, I had already received my diploma. I was so embarrassed that I ran away."

"Oh Samantha, I had no idea." Wanda felt sympathy for the poor girl, who obviously had had a shitty life. "But how did you meet Pietro?"

"I went to my mothers house here in Bayville. You see, she left when I was just a little girl. We were the happy family in Connecticut, or so it seemed. It turns out that he had been beating her too. She tried desperately to get me back but Dad kept moving me around the country and he never told me where she lived. I just wanted to get away, and it was chance that brought me here. When I found her, it was one of the happiest days of my life.

Anyway, I was working at this little café called The Moonflower when I noticed that this guy kept coming in. Every day for a month he came in at 7 am and ordered a milkshake. Then he finally talked to me and told me his name was Pietro. He asked me out and I said yes. About a month into the relationship, three months ago, I gave up my virginity to him. We got engaged last month and I found out that I was pregnant a week ago. He doesn't know, and that's why I moved in here."

"Wait a minute, you mean that you and Pietro are engaged? Why didn't he tell me?"

"He didn't mean to break the news to everyone until Thanksgiving."

"That's in a week. What happened to your mom?"

"Dad found out that I came down here and broke into her house. It turns out that he was part of the Mafia and when she called the cops, the FBI showed up instead to arrest him. They apparently did a huge raid of the house in Connecticut and discovered files on his laptop detailing each and every member. They busted all of them. So for her own protection mom went into the witness protection program. I didn't want to leave so they created a whole new identity for me too. It keeps me safe."

"Wow. I don't know what to say."

"Say you'll keep my secrets, both of them. I need you to, for the safety of my unborn baby, your niece or nephew. Don't tell anyone what I just told you. Not even Pietro knows."

"Why did you tell me?" Wanda looked bewildered, astounded.

"Because for some reason I trust you. The ability to control water isn't my only ability. I'm an empath as well."

Wanda pondered this for a moment. How could an almost complete stranger trust her? It was baffling.

"Pietro must really love you then."

"Pardon?"

"Samantha, do you realize that for Pietro a long term relationship lasts a week, if even that? And from what I hear he courted you for a month, dated you for four, and has been engaged to you too. He loves you Sam, and I hope that you can change him for the better."

"I hope so too Wanda."

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