Glad you liked the plot twist! Onward we go!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the plot and Angelique.

Notes: This is important to know for the story! A lot of people are anti-mutant right now, so it's dangerous for people to be known as mutants. Sorry about Piotr's accent, I'm not that familiar with Russian.Wanda appears in this chapter. She is 20, and she looks a lot like she did in Evo, except less piercings and she dresses a little more normal (normal as in, not all in red leather, normal.) She's part of the X-men, so I guess, the other members of the Brotherhood would be, too, although I don't know if they will make it into the story (There are so many characters and so little time!)


-Chapter Two-

Morning surprises and Russian visitors

Remy and St. John's apartment / Bayville, New York / present day

After several weeks of painting, repairing, and cleaning, Remy had made the apartment look presentable. Although it was still old and fairly empty, it at least seemed sanitary now.

He woke up one morning and the first thing he noticed was that Angelique was gone, as was her blanket and bear. Must be watchin' Saturday cartoons. He lay there, debating whether to get up or not. With a glance at the clock, he decided she would be getting hungry. He pulled himself out of bed and out of habit, slid on his sunglasses before shuffling out the door.

He didn't find her in the living room; she was in the kitchen. His daughter was happily munching away on cereal, while a woman sat beside her drinking coffee. Remy had no clue who the woman was, but because she was wearing Pyro's T-shirt and boxers, he had a pretty good idea. Mon dieu. Doesn't dat idiot ever listen t' me?

Remy cleared his throat before walking over to the counter for coffee. "Mornin' . . ."

"Wanda." The dark-haired woman supplied. " I'm a . . friend . . of John's." She said with a glace at the little girl.

"Dey had a sleepover last night, daddy." Said Angelique, first noticing her father's presence. "How come we weren't invited?"

Wanda turned red, the blood rushing to her cheeks. Remy silently vowed to kill the pyro, slowly. "It was a special kind o' sleepover, ange. Ya wouldn't've liked it." He turned around to make some toast and silently thanked the builders for giving their apartment thick walls and his daughter for being a heavy sleeper. No way is she gettin' de sex talk yet. I'm gonna kill that fire-loving idiot!

Right on cue, said fire-lover came into the kitchen. "Mornin' Angie, Remy. Hey Wanda, whatcha doin'?" He asked sending a nervous glance in Remy's direction.

"I was getting some coffee." She felt the uneasiness that was rippling through the room. "You know what, John? I have to meet some friends soon, so I should probably start heading home. I'm just going to change and be on my way, okay?"

"Sure." The two men sat in silence and the little girl was now humming while she drew a picture. Wanda came back and gave John a kiss on the cheek. "See ya."

She held out her hand to Remy. "It was nice to meet you, Remy."

"You, too, Wanda." He said, shaking her hand.

"Bye, Wanda!" Said Angelique from her side of the table. The woman smiled. "Good bye, Angelique. It was nice to meet you." If she noticed Angelique's eye color or found it odd that Remy wore sunglasses, she didn't let on.

T'ank dieu for little miracles. Thought Remy. Last t'ing we need is de anti-mutant patrol at de door.

After escorting Wanda to the door, John came back into the room. "S'ppose ya wanna yell at me now, right?"

Thought RemyAfter escorting Wanda to the door, John came back into the room. "S'ppose ya wanna yell at me now, right?"

Remy shrugged. "Fille seemed okay. Smarter den most of de other one's ya date. For dat reason alone, I t'ink I'll let it slide by. Dis time." He added in a threatening voice. "Just remember our agreement: If ya ever bring a girl home and Angie catches ya two during your 'sleepover', you're gonna be the one to explain it to her." He finished with a smirk.

John paled considerably and gulped. "Don't worry, mate. I won't bring anymore girls home to spend the night."

Xavier's School For the Gifted / Bayville, New York / Present day

"This way, please." The Russian followed the older, wheelchair-bound man. His gaze drifted over all the walls and into all the open doors. Zis is bigger zan all ze houses I haff seen in Russia.

They came to a stop in front of a door. The bald man turned and faced the Russian. "This is our recreational room. There are games, books, a television, movies, a pool table, and assorted other things to amuse yourself with. The students often congregate in here. In fact, I believe some are waiting in there to meet you."

"Now, I know you are too old to be a student, so the students have no idea why you're here. I can guarantee there will be many questions, but I will let you decide if you want them informed of the nature of your . . . visit." The young man nodded. "Very well. Do you wish to meet them?" Again, he nodded. "Thank you, Professor Xavier. You are being very kind."

The two entered the room. While Xavier wheeled to the middle of the room, the young man stayed near the door. There were several people in the room. "Everyone, I would like you to meet a friend of mine that will be staying with for a while. This is Piotr Rasputin, AKA Colossus." He gave a small wave. It was times such as this, where he could feel eyes on him, that he cursed his large frame and tall stature.

"Piotr, these are some of the older students, who are about your age. This is Jean Grey," a red-haired girl waved and gave him a friendly smile. "Scott Summers, AKA Cyclops," The boy next to Jean waved, his eyes shielded by ruby glasses. "Kurt Wagner, AKA Nightcrawler, and Kitty Pride, AKA Shadowcat," Two teens by the window had come up to shake his hand. One was a boy with blue elfin appearance; the other was a girl with brown hair, blue eyes, and a very friendly personality. "That's Rogue," said Xavier, indicating a girl whose auburn hair had two white streaks framing her face. She gave a small wave, but continued to read her book. "Next to her is Wanda, AKA Scarlet Witch." A girl with short dark hair and a preoccupied look on her face gave a short wave. "That's Logan, AKA Wolverine, and Ororo Munroe, AKA Storm. They are two of our instructors."

Piotr smiled. "It is very nice to meet you all."

"So, Piotr, like, where are you from?" Said Kitty, giving him a flirty smile. Across the room, Rogue gave a snort of laughter; obviously able to tell her roommate was interested in the new member.

"I came from Russia a few months ago. I haff been looking for a safe place to stay, when I heard of zis place."

"Why did you leave Russia?" Asked Jean.

He silent for a few moment before he answered. "In Russia, it is worse to be mutant zan it is here. I- I had a dear comrade of mine behead because he was mutant. I wanted to protect my family. Families are persecuted if zey do not turn in mutant relatives. Our neighbors had their whole farm destroyed because zey housed and fed a traveling mutant. I could not risk the lives of my parents or my little sister, so I fled."

"Wow," said Kurt. "And I thought we had it bad here."

"So," said Logan loudly, " Why don't ya tell us about yer powers, kid?" The topic efficiently changed, the younger adults continued on with their conversation.

Thank you, Logan. Came a voice in the Canadian's head. No problem, Chuck. I know ya don't want to tell them 'til its time, but don'tcha think its time now? With all the anti-mutant rallies we've been having, were gonna be the next Russia soon.

I know, Logan, but bad times are coming soon enough, no need to rush their arrival by creating panic and fear.

You're the boss, Chuck.


That's it for this chapter. I think I might have part of the plot now! And yes, this will be Jonda. You can vote for Kiotr or Kurtty, I like them both. 'Til next time, Bye!