Disclaimer: Geeze, if I owned them, would it have been canceled? No. If I owned them, would I be writing a fanfiction? No. Good, now that we have an understanding. We all know that I don't own them. I can only dream right?

A/N: Yes! An update! A short one but an update none the less! I know it took me almost a month this time and I apologize, I just hope people still like it (my reviews kinda...stopped sniff) So I hope that you haven't lost faith in me or just stopped all together. This chapter is just about Wanda's visit (with Todd) to the Institute. I did this because 1. It was easier to get over writers block and 2. Because it was too important to put with another scene. Hope you enjoy it and please, please review. Thanks!

"What is it exactly that you want me to do for you Wanda? I've offered you and you brother a place to stay here but you've never accepted. What brings you to my doorstep now?" Professor Xavier asked as he sat behind his desk. Wanda shrugged as she looked down at the floor. Todd had been asked to stay outside. Sighing, Wanda looked up towards the professor and slowly stood up, walking towards the window and she crossed her arms over her chest.

"I want to remember." Xavier raised an eyebrow. He knew what she was talking about of course, but how could she know?

"What do you mean?" Wanda turned back to him.

"You know exactly what I mean Professor Xavier. And no offense but you're pretty stupid if you don't know what I'm talking about. I want to remember everything my father stole from me. And I know you can do it." Xavier sighed, clasping his hands together he looked down for a moment then back towards Wanda.

"You're right. But I'm not going to be able to do what you want me to Wanda." She clenched her fists.

"Why not?"

"A person's mind is a very fragile thing Wanda. If I were to go into your head and make you begin to remember things, you would, of course, slowly remember."

"So what's the problem?" She cut in. Xavier waited a moment, and continued slowly.

"If I did that to you, there's a risk you'd get hurt. You'd remember things too fast and it'd cause you to have difficulty understanding everything. That's a risk I'm most definitely not willing to take."

"But I am. I need to remember."

"And in due time you will. I can, search through your memories and maybe some of them will resurface, but I can't bring them all back like you want me to Wanda. It has to be done on it's own time." Wanda shook her head and stared down at the ground, her arms crossed.

"It's not right. He can screw with my memories and erase everything I ever knew in a single day, but you can't return everything he took away without ruining my life." Her fists clenched and shook slightly as she gathered her power up. "It's not fair. I want him to pay for what he's done to me. Me and Pietro. He deserves the worst." Xavier frowned and shook his head as he maneuvered his wheelchair over towards Wanda. Reaching out he took his hand in hers and sighed as he looked up towards her.

"Wanda, I know you're upset and I know you're quite angry at him. But that is no reason to wish the worst thing on anyone, even if you think they deserve it. I'll tell you what. If you agree to come here, once a week, I will try my hardest to sit down with you and monitor your progress with your memories. But, while I'm doing this, you have to promise me that you nor Pietro will go after your father." Wanda shook her head, sitting down as she looked at the hand that held hers. Did her father ever do that before? Had he ever been so kind? No. Her jaw set. He was cruel. Abandoning her and Pietro to people they didn't know. Making them grow up so that Wanda hated her only brother. No. He was nothing more than a coward.

"Fine. Professor Xavier, you have my word." Xavier nodded, no emotion appearing on his face. Letting go of Wanda's hand he motioned towards the door.

"Do you want to let Mr. Tolansky in? I'm sure he's worried about you." Wanda nodded, "Mr. Tolansky, you can come in now." The door swung open and in the doorway, ear pressed up against the door, stood Todd. He smiled sheepishly.

"Well, yo there Professor X. Those new wheels?" He asked, running his fingers through his hair. Xavier smiled.

"No, I don't have a new wheelchair. Listen, Mr. Tolansky,"

"Whoa now baldy, no need for the formalities, call me Todd."

"Alright, Todd then, but I do need to ask you to call me Professor X or Professor Xavier, common courtesy you understand," Todd nodded, anything was better than being referenced as the garbage can so he could understand Wheels' reasoning for wanting respect. "I wanted you to come in here so you would hear this and know that this is of Wanda's own free will." Todd frowned and looked towards Wanda.

"What's she gonna do? She ain't movin' in here is she?" Wanda's face shot up and she grinned towards Todd.

"No, I'm not moving in here. I'm staying at home." Todd smiled and sat down, looking towards Professor Xavier who sat there patiently waiting.

"Alright. So what's goin' on?" Xavier took a deep breath in, knowing that the teenager sitting in front of him was going to have a slight dislike towards the idea that was being presented, much less wasn't going to like the idea of anyone he cared about being by the 'enemy'. Xavier only wished it didn't have to be like that.

"Well, Todd, you clearly know that a few months ago, Magneto, Wanda's father, acquired the services of a certain mutant who could change the memories of others. You also know, because you were the one to get her out of there that she suffered dramatically for it. Wanda wishes to change the effects of that day." Todd nodded, "Wanda is going to begin coming here once a week to meet with me. While she's here we're going to slowly begin to sort through the true memories and discard of the false ones." Xavier waited.

"Okay. All I have to say is you'd better believe I'm going to be here. Because there is no way I'm lettin' my sugarmuffin go through this alone."

"Todd," Wanda growled. "Not here." Xavier laughed softly, and under his breath so that the two teens in front of him didn't notice. Wanda's cheeks reddened giving her another reason to be called the 'Scarlet Witch'. Xavier cleared his throat and then continued.

"Wonderful. And I didn't expect any less from you Todd. And remember, my offer still stands; for all of you. I know that Mystique left that house in shambles." Both lowered their heads, "But I also know all of you have chipped in and that house looks better than it ever did. My offer will always be there Wanda and Todd, it's up to you to take it."

"Okay. Well, thank you Professor X and I'll be seeing you, same time next week?" Xavier smiled.

"That should be fine Wanda. I'll see you too Todd." The teenage boy nodded and rose quickly to get to Wanda's side. Xavier watched patiently as he followed them out and then returned to his office; watching them through the window he waited a moment, "You can come out now Logan." Wolverine stepped out from behind the bookshelves that lead towards the Danger Room.

"Seems to me like you're too good to them Charles. Those kids have been on the wrong side of the tracks since this thing started." He said gruffly.

"Yes. But if I can recall, so was a certain teacher that I now employ. If I can help them, even if it's just a bit Logan, then I know I've done my best for them. All I can hope for now is that they come to realize that they might actually be safer here, with those they don't like. Then alone with just those they love."

"You and your cryptic messages Charles. I'm never going to understand them." Xavier grinned.

"All I'm saying is, hopefully they'll realize that when they work as a whole, though they are on 'two different sides' as they say, the results are not only better, but everyone's safer. I can only hope that this small flash of trust from Wanda and Todd, soon follow to young Pietro, Fred and Lance."