Shouting From The Rooftops

Some scenes in this chapter were taken, and switched around, from my Jonda one-shot, We're Gonna Be Ok'. So if you read that, that's why it seems familiar.

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Nightmares

"I'm watching over you."

John's chair suddenly flew back and he jumped up. Wanda perked an eyebrow and looked up at him.

"Guess I better get outta 'ere, huh?" he offered and started out of the room.

"Sure, if you wanna be an X-Geek." Wanda smirked.

John turned around. "You want me to stay, luv?"

"Not necessarily." Wanda answered.

"Aw! You love me!" John grinned.

"Maybe you should join the X-Men." Wanda's smirk turned into a glare.

John smiled. "Maybe not, luv."

Wanda stopped glaring to look back. She directly into his eyes and opened her mouth to say something before they heard the front door open and an annoying voice filled the air.

"Yo, Snookums, we got pizza!" Todd said happily, walking into the kitchen.

John perked an eyebrow and turned to Wanda. "You two datin', Sheila?"

Wanda narrowed her eyes. "Don't even kid about such things."

John grinned. "You know, luv, I think I'll stay."

And without another thought, he walked out of the kitchen, leaving a speechless Wanda and a fuming Todd.

"Did he make a move on you, Cuddlebumps?" Todd asked angrily.

As much as Wanda wanted to see John beat the crap out of Todd, she decided against it. "He's not dead yet, is he?"

Todd paused to study her face, then nodded. "If you need defendin', Babycakes, just call me!"

"I'll pass, slime." Wanda got up and followed John out of the room.

The Scarlet Witch quickly walked up to Mystique's room, and saw John standing in the middle of the room, looking around.

"What are you doing?" she asked and leaned on the doorframe.

John looked at her with a blank expression. "This room needs serious re-decorating."

Wanda smirked and walked into the room, shutting the door behind her. She walked over to a picture and looked back at John. He walked over to her and peered over his shoulder.

"I don't like it." He said, glancing sideways at her.

Wanda laughed softly and shook her head. She brought a decorated hand up to the picture frame and ran her hands along it. After a moment, she smiled and the picture popped off the wall. John jumped back in surprise. There was a silver safe built into the wall.

"Mystique may be good," Wanda smirked to herself and hexed the lock, so the safe door flew open. "But I'm better. She has a lot of old tricks."

"Whoa." John stood next to her and stared at all the money.

"No one else knows about it." Wanda told him.

John turned to her. "Why'd you tell me then, luv?"

Wanda smiled. "Don't push your luck."

John smiled back. "I'm gonna do some major redecorating."

--Midnight--

Wanda screamed as she shot up in her bed. Her sapphire eyes dashed around in the darkness. She realized she was in her room. She raised her hand to her forehead, she felt herself sweating, but shivering at the same time. She sighed and tried to catch her breath, feeling her heart beat so fast she thought it would explode.

Suddenly, her door flew open and John collapsed on the floor. He quickly pulled himself up as Todd ran in behind him.

"Oh my gawd, go put some clothes on!" Wanda screeched and shielded her eyes with her arm when she saw Todd was only in his boxers.

Todd looked down. "Oh…sorry, Poopsie!"

Wanda heard him scamper out and put her arm down to see John with a horrified look on his face.

"That was so…unwanted…" he managed to say.

"Get out." Was Wanda's only response.

John seemed to snap out of it and looked directly at her. "Why'd you scream?"

Wanda glared. "I had a nightmare." She answered slowly.

John's face softened. "'Bout what, luv?"

Wanda rolled her eyes. "You'll be leaving, now."

"You'll feel better if ya talk about it."

"Well I don't wanna talk about it." Wanda scowled and buried herself in the covers.

John sighed, shut the door, and walked over to her bed. He sat down on the edge, and pulled his knees up to his chest. "I'm waitin'."

"Have fun." Wanda called from beneath the blankets.

Next thing she knew, she was off the bed and on the cold ground. Wanda pulled herself to meet John's laughter.

"Do you realize the hell you just put yourself in?" Wanda glared, her hands on her hips.

"Hey, you made me hit the ceiling!" John protested.

"That doesn't mean you can kick me off the bed!"

"Yes it does." John grinned.

Wanda grinned back. "I guess its ok if I destroy this."

She held up a little blue lighter. John's grin faded and he paled. "You wouldn't."

"Oh, I would." Wanda smiled.

Suddenly, John lunged for her, catching her off guard, and sending them both rolling across the floor. The lighter landed between them, and Wanda was able to reach for it first. John lunged for her again, this time, he landed with his knees on either side of her and his hands pinning her shoulders to the floor. Wanda stared up at him, surprised, her mouth open slightly as he just grinned.

"Gimme back me lighter, luv, or I'll be forced ta kiss ya." John leaned down so their lips were on an inch away. "What's it gonna be?

"How about you get the fuck-"

Wanda was cut off when John pressed his lips on hers. Before he could deepen the kiss, he pulled away and grinned. "Language, luv, language!"

"You little-"

"That's not very nice."

"Neither is this."

Wanda brought her legs up and kicked John off of her. Before he could land, Wanda hexed him out into the hall and made the door slam. She propped herself up on her elbows.

"Yea, I love ya too, ya big meanie!"

Wanda grinned.