Shouting From The Rooftops

I couldn't go to sleep because I had to finish this chapter...So I'm pretty content with it. I hope you guys like it!

MutantFreeK: Todd in boxers is dead sexy! I wish I could see Todd in his boxers! But, I'm sorry that scarred you. Hope this chapter serves as a band aid.

TheDreamerLady: Am I the only one who thinks Todd in his boxers is sexy? Yea, probably. Oh well. Did you, per chance, steal the author's gift from Pyro?

TheRealMai: I really have no idea what John was wearing...I guess I just never thought about it. Now, Todd in boxers is more of a fantasy of mine that I had to add. And I agree, that kiss was pretty good for something I wrote, lol. Glad you like!

Silence Is Deafening: I hope is this is enough kissing for you. Well, there isn't really much kissing...But a lot of fluff! Fluff is just as good!

Xenomorph666: Actually, Wanda and Pietro are 18 for this, and the pedophilia part was about Amara. She's like 14 in the series, so I made her 17, because St. John is not a pedophile.

Fireflies

"Not all treasure is silver and gold, mate."

--Some Days Later--

"Snookums?"

Wanda didn't answer.

"Babycakes?"

No response.

Todd took Wanda's hand and planted a huge, wet kiss on it. John, who was watching from the table, felt a tinge of jealousy. He was planning to burn the short mutant, but Wanda beat him to it and hexed Todd into the other room. With one swift movement, she wiped her hand on a dishtowel and threw a glass cup in Todd's direction. John smirked.

"Nice goin', Sheila!"

Wanda turned to him and shrugged. "I'm used to it."

"I'll bet, luv." He grinned.

After a while of sitting in silence, Wanda got up and headed out the front door, without letting anyone know where she was going. John watched her go and looked out the window, seeing her go into the woods.

"Hmm..." John smirked, naughty thoughts sneaking their way into his mind.

When it began to grow dark and she didn't return, another kind of thought entered the pyromaniac's mind. "Oh no...She went into the woods...In the dark...Hold on, Wanda! I'm comin'!"

--The Woods--

Wanda, stomping over dead branches and fighting her way through the darkness, finally arrived at her destination. There, about ten feet in front of her, sat a home-made dock, leading out to a semi-large lake. The dark water seemed to sparkle in the darkness, making every wave and ripple enchanting.

The Scarlet Witch made her way to the small dock and sat down, pulling her knees up to her chest. She loved his place. It gave her time to be alone and think. No one knew where it was, it was her own little world. A different reality, where only her and the lake existed.

And she had a lot to think about.

She was defiantly feeling something for John, and she didn't know what or why. She never felt something like that for someone. Never. That kiss had obviously meant more to her than to him, he was proably used to kisses and stuff like that. Wanda wasn't The only person she had ever kissed was Todd, and that was had completely traumatized her.

But John was something else. She liked him, a lot.

"Wanda! If you can hear me, call my name!"

Wanda brought her eyebrows together. "John?"

"Wanda!"

Wanda turned around to see John emerge from the woods behind her. She quickly untangled herself and stood up as he ran toward her. He grabbed her shoulders and quickly looked her over.

"Are you ok? Are you hurt? Did a one-arm chainsaw man come after you?" He asked in a panick.

"Um...no..." Wanda replied and pulled away from him. "Who gave you sugar? You're worse than Pietro."

John shook his head and seemed to calm down. "I just wanted to make sure you were ok, luv."

Wanda looked at him for a minute, suddenly realized how beautiful his eyes looked into the darkness. He gazed right back at her, his lips parted as if he was going to say something, but just couldn't find the right words. After a moment, Wanda looked out towards the lake and wrapped her arms around herself. John followed her gaze and his eyes widened.

"So this is where you disappear to." He said with a small smile.

Wanda glanced back at him. "Don't tell anyone, or I swear I'll slit your throat."

John grinned. "It's ok, Sheila. I won't tell a soul."

Wanda rubbed her arms. "Thanks. Now leave me the fuck alone."

John gasped sarcastically at her. "What strong vocabulary!"

Wanda narrowed her eyes. "I'll show you strong..."

"Oh really!" John grinned.

"You fuckin' perv."

John stuck out his tongue at her, and then smiled devilishly. Wanda perked an eyebrow. "What?"

Suddenly, she was in the water and John was grinning down at her. Wanda flipped her hair out of her face and growled up at him. He offered her his hand, and she took it, pulling him in with her. John landed next to her, and instead of coming up, he grabbed her legs and pulled her under.

A moment later, Wanda and John emerged from the water, and Wanda pushed John back under. He grabbed her arm and pushed it off his head, so he could come up for much-needed air.

"You tryin' ta drown me, Sheila?!" he cried angrily.

Wanda pretended to think. "Actually....yes."

With that, she lunged for him and pushed him under. But her plan didn't work out the way she thought. She was supposed to push him under and hold him under, but he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her on top of him. They both went under, and Wanda held John down by his shoulders, making him let go of her waist.

Wanda lifted her head out of the water, throwing her hair from her eyes, and started to laugh. Then, John grabbed her own shoulders and flipped her over, so he was holding her under water. After a long, 'friendly' wrestling match, Wanda crawled up onto the dock on her hands and knees. She dropped onto her stomach and rolled onto her back. John crawled up after her, and moved to her, leaning over her with his elbow resting under him and his arm stretched out over her. Both were laughing softly and out of breath, their eyes closed.

Wanda finally looked up at John, a light smile spread across her face. She gazed at him until he opened his eyes and noticed her. He smiled back and blinked, surprised that she wasn't going to hex him off of her. Instead, she was looking up at him with her sapphire eyes full of something he just couldn't place. Suddenly Wanda reached up and placed her hand on the back of John's neck. His wet, orange hair hung in front of his face, dripping water down onto her own neck. Wanda moved her hand forward and brushed his hair back, earning a bewildered look from the soaked pyromaniac.

"Sheila..."

Before he could finish, Wanda brought her hand to his check, and John wasn't able to finish his sentence. He leaned down and caught her moist lips in his, both of them closing their eyes. Wanda moved her hand to the back of his neck again, playing with the loose strands of hair. John finally pulled away after a second, leaving the warmth of her naturally dark lips. Wanda smiled, her eyes not bothering to open and gaze into his. She tilted head back down and turned to her side, snuggling into John's chest.

John put an arm around her shoulders, the other supporting his head. He stared down at the content look on her face, threatening to make him laugh with happiness. Tonight, only she existed to him. No one else. Not Amara, not the Brotherhood boys, no one.

Just him, Wanda, and the fireflies.