Hallo all!
I've finally decided to buckle down and write a new chapter! You see, there's this really hot foreign exchange student named Raphael in my French class, and I've so fallen in love! The way he speaks French puts Remy to shame, and he's just so…..mmnn mmnnn mmnnn mmnnn good! So from now on I'm taken. Sorry A.J., but you're just shit outta luck!
Anyways, I've had a brain fart and lost my little book where I write all of my responses to my reviewers. I know that EE's Skysong, Pyro Lady, and Heartsyhawk read me. If I forgot you, please forgive me!
Hope you enjoy the chapter! Review me with what you think!
EviltwinAlix
Eight months had passed since that week, eight magical months that Wanda had spent with John, learning, exploring, feeling. So many things had happened since that March, many things that both exited and frightened Wanda.
For instance, Rogue had given birth to her and Remy's daughter Christie Angele a few weeks ago, on October 4Th. It was comical to the extreme to see Remy LeBeau in the maternity ward, passing out pink bubble gum cigars that read "It's a girl!" You see, he had read somewhere in one of the hundreds of baby books he had bought that tobacco and secondhand smoke were bad for infants. He had quit cold turkey, instantly. And when she came a month early he was nervous as hell. He did nothing but sit by Rogue, holding her hand, and he had vowed that if she and the baby made it through this alive he'd donate a million dollars to the starving children in Africa. Needless to say, there were some very happy African children out there. Where he had procured a million dollars Rogue hadn't asked.
Pietro and Samantha had also gotten married in June. It was strange to see him with a golden ring on his finger, his heart belonging to only one woman. They were happy, Remy and Rogue were happy, and John and Wanda were happy. The busses of contentment in air could almost make you sick.
Anyway, off of that tangent, Wanda and John were celebrating their seven month anniversary. He had taken her to a picnic in the park and they were now cuddled on the blanket, enjoying each other's company.
"Wanda, love, do you love me?" John asked, whispering huskily into her ear as they stared up into the dusky violet sky, watching the sun set.
Wanda grinned and her heart skipped a beat. "You know that I love you John. If I didn't then I wouldn't have let you fuck me the second day that I knew you. But since you probably have some male issues and you need me to reassure you, then I will. I love you, you stupid pyromaniac Aussie." She licked her lips at the sound of her words. Even now, after seven months, it still felt strange to say them. It gave her an indescribable thrill to be with him, even when it was like this and they were just lying together, doing nothing. She looked over and stared deep into the ocean blue of her lover's eyes.
"Oy know you love me. But do you really love me?" A faint hint of something indescribable twitched at the corner of his lips, and she sighed in contentment.
"John, what's all this about? Why all of a sudden are you questioning me?"
"Look up sheila."
When she did so, she gasped. Up in the sky, written in a deep red shade of fire, were the words "Wanda, will you marry me?" Tears came to eyes, and she buried her face into his chest and murmured something.
"What was that love? Oy can't hear you when you're speaking to moy nipple." John looked nervous and scared that she was reacting like this. He hadn't meant to make her cry. That was the last thing he wanted. He dropped a light kiss on top of her lovely black head of hair.
"I said YES!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, loud enough for the whole park to hear. "YES! I LOVE YOU SAINT JOHN ALLERDYCE! I WILL MARRY YOU! I WANT THE WHOLE WORLD TO KNOW!"
John laughed out loud in relief and Wanda pouted. "Are you laughing at me?"
"Damn straight, Oy'm laughing at you."
"Why you idiot Aussie!" She tackled him, and the two proceeded to wrestle around on the ground.
By the time they had finished horsing around Wanda was straddling John, who was laying flat on his back. Both were panting, and on a sudden impulse Wanda leaned forward and kissed him on the lips.
John caressed her thigh, slowly working his way up to her thigh which was partially exposed by her black leather miniskirt riding up. Her black leather boots, which went midway up her calves, were lightly digging into his sides. Her red halter top had ridden up as well, revealing her flat stomach and the shining ruby in her belly button, a gift from John.
Tiring momentarily of his lips, she unbuttoned his black short sleeved shirt, finding instead of skin a white tank top underneath. This she lifted, kissing his six pack slowly, a line of butterfly caresses from his belly button to the top of his blue jeans.
"Wanda Rose Lenscherr!" A deep voice reprimanded. Wanda paled and raised her head slowly. She knew that voice. But it couldn't be…
"Bloody Jesus Christ on the cross!" John stood up quickly, grabbing a frozen Wanda and lifting her up as well.
Wanda's hands started to shake violently and glow blue.
"It's Allerdyce. My name is Wanda Allerdyce. But I wouldn't really expect you to know that, would you Father?" She spat the last word, venom dripping and hate in her eyes.
"Calm down Wanda. I just wish to speak with you." Magneto emerged out from the shadows of the forest.
"NO! I have NOTHING to say to you!" Wanda spoke again, barely contained violence evident in her speech.
"My god." Magneto breathed. "You look just like her. Just like Magda."
"NO!" She screamed, losing the control she barely had. She hexed him up in the air, all of the hate, rage, anger, and pain she had ever felt unleashed upon him.
"Wanda, put me down." Magneto spoke, a faint note of panic in his voice.
"NEVER! After what you did to my mother, what you did to me, and what you did to my brother? How the fuck can you just assume you can waltz into my life and I'll forgive you instantly, just because you're my father? Well, that's not the way it goes. I want you to feel every bit of the pain I felt, and more! I want you to suffer needlessly, the way I did! I trusted you! I loved you! And you locked me away!"
A look of fear crossed Magneto's face. "Pyro, help me out."
John, who was leaning against a tree and absently playing with his lighter, looked up and grinned insanely. "What do you mean, help you? And miss the countless hours of quality entertainment your torture will bring me? This is even better than watching you die!" He created a fire fairy which flew up to Magneto's face and blew him a kiss. "Besides, you deserve what you're about to get. Give him hell for me love." His cell phone rang and he picked it up.
Wanda looked up at her father, who was visibly afraid now.
"Wanda, I just did what I thought was best for you. Your powers were out of control! No one could have helped you!"
"So you just give up and throw me in an insane asylum? Do you have any idea what they did to me there? Whatever the hell they wanted! And I couldn't do a fucking thing about it!"
Pyro walked up to her. "Sheila, you have to put him down. We have to go."
"What do you mean we have to go?" She looked dismayed.
"It's Pietro. He just called me. Samantha went into labor and she's having the baby."
A look of concern crossed Wanda's face and she instantly dropped Magneto into an ungraceful pile on the ground. "What the fuck do you mean she's having the baby? She's only seven months along!"
"Oy know that. Come on, let's go." He grabbed the edges of the blanket and threw it over his shoulder.
"You look like Santa Claus." Wanda remarked.
"Ho ho ho." John said sarcastically. They threw the blanket into the back of Johns new car, a 2005 Convertible mini cooper in fire red. The two sped off into the sunset.
A short while later they arrived at Xavier's Institute. All of the animosity between the X-Men and the Brotherhood had dissolved a long time ago. They rushed through the Institute, down to the med lab where they met Pietro, who was stalking around outside of the operating room door. Wanda ran up to him and gathered him in a tight embrace.
"Are you alright Pie?" She asked, absently brushing a stray piece of his silver hair out of his face.
"It's too soon! Jesus! It's only been seven months! What if something goes wrong?"
An agonized scream tore through the air and Pietro began pounding on the operating room door with all of his strength.
"You've got to let me in! That's my wife in there! McCoy! Come on, let me in!"
Remy and Rogue, who was holding Christie, entered the waiting room area.
"We heard the yelling sugah. Are yah alright?"
"NO! Jesus Christ! She's screaming bloody fucking murder in there and McCoy won't let me in to see her!"
"Chill out homme! Doc McCoy be an expert at dis. "E's delivered de Chat's baby, all t'ree o' de Summers brats, and ma petite angele over dere. Samantha'll be just fine."
Another scream ripped through the air followed by agonized sobbing. A thin wail was heard as well, and it took all of Remy and John's combined strength to prevent Pietro from smashing through the door.
"Good God! What is he doing to her in there?" Pietro was thrashing about wildly.
Just then, a blue skinned woman entered, followed by an extremely hairy man. The woman gasped.
"Samantha?"
Rogue gasped and uttered an oath under her breath. "Mystique? What the fuck are yah doing here?"
"She didn't tell you, did she? Maybe that's because she doesn't know herself." Mystique sighed.
Pietro broke free from John and Remy. He ran over to her and grabbed her around the throat, jacking her up against the wall.
"Listen to me you bitch! You have five seconds to elaborate on what you just said or else I swear to god I will snap your neck!" Pietro spat out, with a look on his face that would make Logan piss his pants from fear.
"She's my daughter!" Mystique choked out. "And Rogue's twin sister!"
If Remy hadn't been there to catch the baby, there would have been another tragedy. Rogue paled and advanced upon the woman.
"What did yah just say?"
"I said that Samantha is my daughter and your twin sister! I'm your mother!"
Rogue choked and Pietro dropped Mystique.
"If yah're lying about this Mystique, Ah swear to Gawd…"
"She's not lying." The man who came down with her finally spoke, and everyone realized that it was Logan.
"How do you know she's not lying?" Pietro spoke, pure malice evident in his icy blue eyes.
"Because. She came up to the institute a couple of hours ago and told me everything. It triggered my memories somehow. I remember…"
"Yah remember what?" Rogue asked. She sat down in a chair, numb and shocked.
"That nineteen years ago I had an affair with Mystique. When she came to me today, she told me that she had gotten pregnant with twin daughters. One was you Rogue, and the other was Samantha." Logan suddenly sat down hard, and tears began to leak down his cheeks. "Pietro, I'm sorry."
"What for?" He asked. Just then the door to the operating room opened. Doctor McCoy stood in the doorway, holding a blue bundle in his arms. Sadness clouded his eyes.
"You have a son Mr. Maximoff. A beautiful baby boy. A little small, and a lot early, but he's a survivor."
Pietro took the baby into his arms, stunned speechless. The little boy opened his eyes, which were a blue just like his father, and smiled. It touched Pietro to the heart. Then he looked up at McCoy.
"And my wife…?"
"I tried everything I could. I couldn't save her. I'm so sorry Pietro, but Samantha was dead. She lost too much blood."
The silence that filled the little room was ominous. Pietro sank to his knees, still holding his son. It took a moment for him to realize that, moments later, the scream that filled the room came from him.
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Alix