Disclaimer: Don't own the X-men. I don't own Drumline. It's a movie, but not my movie.
Last Time:
After they entered the house John went downstairs to the mini living room because he had left one of his lighters down there.
When he got down there he saw Wanda lying on the couch.
Wanda, having heard someone come in, lifted her head.
Their eyes met, and for a second they just stayed there, staring at each other.
Then, without saying anything, Wanda looked away. John looked away too. They stayed there, both of them looking away, wanting to say something, but too prideful to.
Finally, John turned around and walked back upstairs.
Chapter 18- Peaceful Sleep
After a week passed John and Wanda avoided each other. While the others were out having fun they'd stay at home and sulk in separate rooms.
The both of them walked around like the living dead. They had huge bags under their eyes from lack of sleep. They didn't even look like themselves. Wanda walked around in a huge t-shirt and sweatpants while John threw on whatever was available, clean and ironed or not.
More than once Rogue got angry at them and almost started yelling at them both. Luckily, Remy escorted her out of the room before she exploded. The others' patience wasn't much better. At the end of the week, Rogue had to be escorted out of the room 15 times, Kitty, 7 times, Remy, 10 times and even Piotr had to be escorted out 3 times. It took Kitty, Remy, Rogue, and strength gotten from Piotr himself to pull him out.
At the end of the week the six of them were watching Drumline. Rogue and Remy were sitting on the couch facing the TV. Kitty and Piotr were beside them. Wanda was on their left sitting in the loveseat alone, and John was sitting in the single couch on their right.
The credits started rolling at the end of the movie.
"That was good," said Kitty. "What did you guys think?"
"Ah lahked it," said Rogue. Remy and Piotr shrugged.
"It was okay," said Remy. "Needed more belle femmes."
Rogue shot him a look.
"Y' didn't let Remy finish chere," he said. "Needed more belle femmes like Remy's chere."
Piotr smirked. "Suck up," he said.
Remy shot him a look as Rogue and Kitty laughed.
"What did you guys think about the movie?" asked Kitty. "Wanda? John?"
"Nneeh," they both said.
Rogue looked from Wanda to John and back again. When neither of them said anything else, but sat there looking depressed she finally snapped.
"That's it!" she exclaimed. She stood up as five pairs of eyes looked at her. "Tha both of ya are actin' lahke babies!"
"Remy tinks it's time t' go chere," said Remy. He stood up too and grabbed her arm, hoping to usher her out.
"No!" said Rogue. She pulled herself from Remy's grip.
"Chere-" started Remy.
Rogue looked at him, her eyes slowly becoming white. A sudden storm appeared outside. "No," she said dangerously. She turned to Wanda and John.
"The both of ya are the stupidest people that's in love that ah know!" she exclaimed. "It's obvious ya love each otha and miss each otha. Ah saw ya two sneahking glances at each otha ALL MOVIE! Stop being stubborn! Apologize ta each otha NOW!"
The both of them looked at each other and quickly looked away. Rogue glared at the both of them for another minute and a half.
"Fahne!" said Rogue. She used Jean's power to lift the both of them. She started down the hall with the two of them in tow. The rest of them followed.
"What are you doing?" asked Wanda.
"Ya did this ta yahreself," said Rogue. "Ah gave ya a week ta solve yahre problems, ya didn't. Ah gave ya just now ta apologize, ya didn't. Now Ah will lock ya in the basement until ya solve yahre differences."
She shoved them into the mini living room, closed and locked the door. She also put a barrier around the place so they wouldn't escape.
"It's a good thing that we put tha two of ya downstairs," said Rogue as she turned around. "If this takes days, ya can still get in yahre room… What?"
The others were staring at her in astonishment.
"Wow," said Kitty. "I never knew you, like loosing your temper could be a good thing."
"Chere, I love y'," said Remy. Rogue laughed.
"Let's go ya'll," said Rogue. "They might take awhile."
(-strawberrie-)
Back in the mini living room, John and Wanda just sat there, on adjacent couches. They looked everywhere but each other, yet kept shooting them glances. They both wanted the other to talk, the other to make the first move, to say the first word.
Finally John sighed exasperatedly. He decided to bridge the gap between them. He got up and walked over to Wanda. Wanda looked up at him curiously.
"What-" said Wanda. John shook his head.
He picked Wanda up, sat where she was sitting and put her in his lap. Wanda cuddled into him and they both sighed in relief, both happy to be back where they belonged.
"We'll talk later luv," said John. "Sleep now. I haven't slept in over a week."
Wanda nodded against his chest and they both fell into a peaceful sleep.
(-strawberrie-)
John woke up three hours later and looked down at a still sleeping Wanda in his arms. Somehow they had moved so that John was lying on the couch and Wanda was lying on top of him. They both clung to each other, neither wanting to let go.
"Finally," thought John. "I've been waiting all week to sleep with her in my arms again."
Wanda opened her eyes and looked up at John.
"I've missed waking up in his arms and looking up at him to see him looking at me," thought Wanda.
"Hey," she said out loud.
"Hey," said John.
Wanda shifted her head so that it was lying flat against his chest and so she was looking at the TV. John stared above her head at the wall. They laid there for awhile, not saying anything, just wanting to pretend that nothing had happened between them and they were still together.
"John?" asked Wanda after a few moments of silence.
"Hmm?" said John.
"I'm sorry," said Wanda. "I shouldn't have said the things I said. I understand how you didn't want to lose me. But I'm not leaving you John. Er, I mean I wouldn't have left you for David. How can I? I mean, this week has been hell. I can't sleep, I can't eat… This sounds so cliché, but I need you. I-"
"Shh," said John. Wanda closed her mouth. "I know."
"I'm sorry too," he said. "I should never have ordered you around. I should have known you'd explode and I just kept adding fuel to the fire."
He looked down at her. "But that's what I love about you," he said. "You're stubbornness, your fire, your-"
"Shh," said Wanda with a smile. John smiled back at her. "I know."
They stayed like that, just staring into each other's eyes, for a few minutes.
"So do we forgive each other?" asked Wanda softly.
"Yeah," said John just as softly. Wanda laid her head against John's chest again. She waited a few moments until she spoke.
"And we're going out again?" asked Wanda.
"I don't know," said John. "Do you want to?"
"Yeah," said Wanda. "You?"
"Yeah," said John. They smiled softly.
"I love you John," said Wanda.
"I love you too Wanda," said John.
They sat there, again, not saying anything, just enjoying being together.
Wanda shifted so that she was looking into his face.
"John?" she asked. Suddenly she felt his lips on hers. She sighed in pleasure and lost herself to the kiss.
"Sorry, I couldn't help myself," said John when they had parted.
"No need," said Wanda. "I was about to ask you to do that anyway."
As Wanda shifted, a flash of light caught John's attention. He moved his head and saw the necklace he gave her was what had flashed.
"You still have that on?" asked John.
"What?" asked Wanda.
"The necklace I gave you," said John.
"I couldn't take it off," said Wanda. "I tried, I …just couldn't."
John smiled and nodded.
"Let's go back upstairs," said John. "I don't know about you luv, but I have over a week's worth of sleep to catch up on."
Wanda smiled and she got up. John got up too. They walked over towards the door to find it locked. Wanda tried to hex the door, but it bounced right off.
"Rogue," stated Wanda. "She wanted to make absolutely sure we didn't escape I guess."
John chuckled. "Well we can't," he said. "We have no way out. So we're going to have to wait until Kitty and Piotr go to their rooms for bed."
"No need, I'll try and mind call her," said Wanda. "She has absorbed Jean." She tried contacting Rogue telepathically.
"Rogue?" Wanda said to Rogue, trying to contact her. "Rogue? Rogue. Rogue!"
"She's not responding," said Wanda.
"Maybe it's because she's not a true telepath?" remarked John.
Wanda shot him a glare and he smiled in return.
"Try with me," said Wanda. "On three, concentrate on her and scream 'Rouge'. Okay? One…"
"Wait," said John. He grabbed her hand. "Okay."
"Two…three!" said Wanda.
"ROGUE!" screamed both John and Wanda.
"Woah!" said Rogue. She jumped and fell off Remy's lap and onto the floor.
"Mah ass!" she said painfully.
"Chere?" said Remy. He looked a little concerned and a little scared. Kitty and Piotr hid their smiles.
"Wanda and John just screamed into mah head," said Rogue. "Hold on."
"What?" demanded Rogue. "Did ya have ta scream! Ah fell onta the floor and it hurt!"
"That's what you get, I've been trying to call you," said Wanda.
"Can you get us out of here shiela?" asked John.
"Ya made up?" asked Rogue.
"Yeah," they both said and smiled at each other.
"And now we're dead tired and want to sleep!" said Wanda.
"Okay, okay, fine," said Rogue.
"Let's go let them out," said Rogue to Remy, Piotr and Kitty. The four of them went downstairs. Rogue took out the barrier she put around there, and Remy unlocked the door.
"Finally!" said John. He and Wanda walked out hand in hand, but didn't stop where the rest of them were.
"See you guys in a couple of hours," said Wanda as they went upstairs into their room and fell asleep in each other's arms.
(-no more strawberries-)
Ick. I hate writing make up scenes. They're so… lovey and mushy and full of I love you's and I'm sorry's and forgive me's… all the stuff you don't normally say in your relationships, but all of a sudden you MUST say it to get back together. but I couldn't have them stay broken up. Or can I? Well, it's too late now, the chapter's posted. Ick. Make up scenes…