Guten tag! Its nice to see all of you back. Oh and look! Some new faces! YAY! I hope y'all enjoy readin' this as much as I enjoy writin' it. I know this update took absolutely forever but I've been having a tough time with life and everything and school and my new boyfriend have been diverting attention. Ok enough excuses. So here's chapter eight my friends.
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Wanda jumped away from John. She rushed to her brother's side. "Pietro!" Terror filled her eyes.
Remy helped Rogue and Tabitha lean him against the wall. "Guess seein' y' an' John-boy dere so close shocked him a bit."
"No kidding LeBeau." Betsy rolled her eyes at him and knelt to see if she could help. "Come on kid. Don't do this." She felt his wrist for a pulse. "Okay, his heart is racing. And," She watched his chest rise and fall softly a couple times "his breathing seems regular. Poor thing just fainted. Come on kid, wake up." She focused on telepathically sending him the message. He groaned and his eyes fluttered.
"You leave me no choice." She said softly, sitting down cross-legged a foot or so in front of him. "You know what to do LeBeau." She closed her eyes and her body went limp. She fell backwards and Remy caught her before she hit the ground.
"What just happened?" Wanda just asked urgently as Rogue glared daggers at the British woman in Remy's arms.
"She's astrally projecting." Lorna answered quietly. "She entered his mind to wake him up. She's seeing his dream right now."
"Oh." Tabitha frowned softly.
Pietro was screaming in confusion but his was not the only scream. Suddenly he was seeing the inside of a room in a hotel. A nurse stood by the woman's bedside as she delivered two tiny lives to the world.
'Mom?' Pietro asked in disbelief. He stared numbly with shock. 'Woah. This is nuts.'
"Magda, your daughter is all cleaned up. She's happy and healthy. And the doctor is examining the little boy as we speak." The nurse smiled and carefully gave the mother her daughter, who was wrapped in a red towel from the hotel. "She looks just like you."
Magda smiled at the blinking infant. Pietro's eyes widened.
'That's Wanda as a baby! Was she ever that little?' He asked himself. As he stared transfixed at his sister the doctor came into view.
"Ma'am? I finished looking over the second twin." He said seriously. "For the most part, he's okay. Though his heart is racing and his breathing is uneven. He may have some medical complications later in life. One other thing, he was born an albino."
The woman sat up and demanded her child. He was very tiny and the nurse had grabbed a soft blue towel to wrap him in. The small amount of peach fuzz hair he did have was as white as the hospital walls surrounding him. Unlike his sister who sat serenely blinking her dark blue eyes around the room, cooing occasionally as she flailed her tiny fists around, he had his eyes clenched shut and he was screaming himself hoarse. His mother took him into her arms and rocked him softly. He instantly shut up and gazed up at his mother with wonder.
Meanwhile, teenage Pietro from his unseen position in the room smiled softly. 'Was I ever that little?'
You were cute as a kid. What happened? Pietro jumped and spun wildly. Behind him he noticed a large glowing purple butterfly.
'Okay... I must be dreaming. Butterflies don't talk'
Whatever you say Pietro. The butterfly flapped its wings. So that's you and your sister as babies huh? Why are you dreaming this stuff?
Pietro gaped. 'So I am dreaming?'
Yep. You passed out so I entered the astral plane to get you back because being unconscious isn't healthy.
Pietro giggled. 'A butterfly is talking to me. I just watched my sister and me come into this world. And before that my sister was pretty much sitting in Pyro's lap. And the talking butterfly says being unconscious is unhealthy.'
It's me. Psylocke. Betsy Braddock? Remember me?
'No but she isn't a butterfly.'
It's an astrally projected form. She said in irritation. At that moment the nurse pulled a set of birth certificates.
"You do need to name these angels, Magda."
"The girl is...Wanda Rose Len- Uh make that Wanda Rose Maximoff. Its my maiden last name."
"Really? But shouldn't they carry your husband's name?
"No. Their father doesn't even know they've been born, nor is he going to. He probably has not even noticed I'm not there."
"Oh. My apologies. And what do you want to call the baby boy?"
"Pietro. His name is Pietro Eric Maximoff."
"Pardon, but aren't you rather...er upset with Eric?"
"Yes, but my family tradition states that the first born son gets his father's middle name. Whether I can stand his father or not, I can't break a generations old custom." She absently rubbed the boy's fine, white, peach fuzz hair.
"Wanda and Pietro it is. Those names are rather curious. May I ask why you chose them?" The nurse smiled as she neatly printed the names on the birth certificates.
"I promised...I promised my daughter...She chose their names. Wanda for some book character. And Pietro for an artist who designed and helped build a famous fountain in Rome."
"Anya?"
The mother's eyes filled with tears. "Yes. It meant so much to her. She was so excited about the twins. Before the fire, that is..." She covered her face, crying softly. "Oh my poor little girl."
"I'm sorry Magda." The nurse lay a hand on her shoulder.
Kid? Come on. Lets go. This can't be easy for you. I can sense deep emotion over this Anya person...
'Anya was my older sister. She died in a fire before me and Wanda were born.' Pietro explained numbly. 'It destroyed my mother. My father did something afterward that made Mom take off. I don't know what it was, but I think Wanda did.'
Sorry to hear that. Psylocke's astral butterfly bobbed up and down slightly. This can't be good. You are getting too distressed. In your condition that could be horribly disastrous.
Pietro nodded mutely. He looked nearly ready to respond when suddenly he was jerked through time again.
Professor Charles Xavier was at the front of a room looking grim and saddened. He cast his head around the room pausing with pitying looks for those who couldn't contain their tears. He sighed as young Wanda stared blankly ahead looking miserable. Tabitha was standing near her shell-shocked and distraught as she patted her fellow brotherhood girl's back gently until a somber Lance gently enveloped both girls in a comforting hug. He released Tabby after a moment but Wanda remained with her face buried into his shoulder.
"He can't be dead. He just can't. why did this happen Lance?"
"I don't know Wanda. But would he want us getting sick over him?"
Wanda blinked sadly. "No, but he was my twin, the other half of who I am. Why'd he hafta die? Its not fair, Lance, its really not fair..."
"No it isn't Wanda, but life isn't fair."
Pietro, unseen by others in the room felt dread wash over him, as well as sorrow. 'She really misses me?' He blinked as she sniffled.
Well no kidding. Betsy's astral form chided. She loves you. It's a twin thing. Anyone can see that.
Pietro cast his ice blue eyes around and took in the room. Everyone looked upset. Rogue looked as if she was on the verge of tears. It seemed that she could not bear to do anything more strenuous than cling silently to Gambit's shirt. Evan was staring stonily off into vague nothingness. Fred and Todd sat there fidgeting looking sad but uncomfortable in dress clothes. His father was sitting a little separate from the others wearing an expression that was a mixture of shock, disgust, misery, and agony.
"Greetings everyone. For the few of you who do not know me I am Professor Charles Xavier. Before we begin today's ceremony, let me first extend my sympathy to the family and friends of Pietro Eric Maximoff. It is always a shame when a life is lost. Even the passing of a life well lived to a full length. However, when we gather to mourn the loss of a child, merely seventeen years old, it is all that much sadder. Pietro met his end on Christmas Eve, 2004, not three months before his eighteenth birthday which would have been on Valentine's Day. But we must remember, this ceremony is not for Pietro. He passed on. We must all remember that this is a time for the living. To ease the pain of the loss of this young son, brother, and friend. To remember the good times and laugh at the fun memories. A great many have outlived him, and each of us have some memories to share. Some pleasant, and others not so friendly. However today, New Years Eve day, we must all strive to concentrate on the fond memories of Pietro. Eric? Would you like to say a few words for your son?"
"Thank you Charles." The man stood up and Pietro realized exactly how old his father looked right now. "I'm sure you all know me, I've been known as Magneto to the majority of you. I am...was Pietro's father. And I'm no stranger to loss of loved ones. My parents and my friends in the Holocaust...My firstborn daughter, Anya, in a fire...Her mother, my wife Magda, to disease...and now...my only son...lost at my own hand with experimentation. I can't say how much I hate myself for this loss. And loss is one thing that never gets easier. For all my mutant superiority dreams...and all my experimentations to enhance my son's ability...everyone look where it got me...had I only known...guessed...suspected that my meddling would cost me nearly all that really means anything. I'm sorry Pietro..." With that Eric Lenshurr hung his head and slowly walked back to his seat.
Wanda attempted to dry her eyes as she stood up. Then she looked suddenly nauseas and shook her head and sat down. Evan nodded understandingly. He walked up to the front of the room.
"You'll all have to excuse Wanda. She's very upset you know? And who wouldn't be in her shoes...she just lost her seventeen year old twin brother." Evan scrunched up his face. "You know, I hate how when someone dies, everyone talks about 'your loss'. C'mon we didn't misplace him like homework or a library book or something. We aren't exactly gonna 'find' him again. Pietro's gone not misplaced." He looked ready to continue ranting but a pitiful sniffle from Wanda's direction and a sharp glare from his aunt changed his topic. "So anyway, I'm Evan. I was Evan anyway. Now I'm Spyke. Pietro and me were best friends as kids and then we developed a rivalry. Not a story no one's heard before. And yeah he was a little full of himself and vain and all but we all have our faults. He's in most of my memories from when I was a baby. And sure he was a pain sometimes, but he was a good buddy. I know I'll miss arguing with him, if nothing else." Evan smiled and then took his seat again.
"Hey, I'm Lance, but I guess most of you know that. I was in the brotherhood with Pietro. None of us really had much of a stable family so we kinda made our own. And while I could say a hell of a lot of mean but true things about Quicksilver, I don't want to. I'll miss Pietro as a friend but also as a brother." Lance sighed and sat down.
"Sup yo? I'm Todd, but Pietro an' everyone always called me Toad. I don't really know what to say here yo. I mean, I wasn't ever Pietro's best friend or nothin' like Evan and Lance. And he wasn't related to me. But I guess I'm supposed to say how good a person he was and all that crap. But bein' honest...I can't yo. He was confused a lot and so full of himself and got his props by knockin' people like me down. He was a backstabbing scrawny lil brat who had no conscience. He betrayed friends and family like nothing. He went from friend to brother to spy to traitor and back too many times to count. And before all of you get hatin' me, its true. But I'm not gonna lie, he had his good side too. He cared about his sister a lot, and he was at least loyal to his dad. I wish I could say how much the world will mourn 'Tro's loss but lyin' ain't my deal, yo. Its sad he had to die and all that and he will be missed and that's the end of the tale, yo."
Toad hopped back to his seat and looked guilty. Fred stumbled up to the front and gulped. "Um...I'm Fred. And um, I could easily repeat Todd's speech but I think Pietro deserves more than that. He was a good pal, and he knew what he wanted and got it. I always respected him for that I guess. Lance said he'd miss him as a brother and he ain't the only one who will. When me and the others lived on our own for a long time, none of us really had a family, so we created our own. I guess Lance was like the dad or big brother, always making sure we was put before his needs. I was kinda the middle child, not really respected or given much attention but it didn't really bother me cuz I was used to it. Todd was like the pet, something that smelled bad but was a good buddy. Then there was Pietro. He was like the baby brother. He was someone to give attention to and help teach to do things and guide sometimes. I may not be the smartest person in the world, but I know that he's practically a baby and its not fair that he had to die at seventeen. But life ain't fair and we should all get used to it. Yeah I'll miss the scrawny little whiney kid and home won't never be the same again without him." Fred stepped down and Pietro felt so touched he wanted to cry.
Suddenly Pietro felt the flutter of the butterfly's wings against his face. Come on you do NOT need to see any more of this kiddo, With a rush as if spinning through time and space itself, he was jerked back to consciousness.
His eyes flew open and he found himself leaning against the wall, breathing heavily and staring up at several worried pairs of eyes. He wanted to scream or cry out or run to Wanda's side and hug her and apologize for being a bad brother. He wanted to plead for his fellow brotherhood boys to forgive him. But he found himself unable to speak. He was too overwhelmed with emotion. Suddenly he was very aware of two hot streaks running down his face. Tears. He was crying; something he hadn't done since he was very young. As his sister blurred into focus over him he pushed her aside and threw up.
"Pietro?" Wanda squeaked in alarm. "What's wrong?"
"Move!" Betsy pushed herself up from her safety position where the Cajun thief had caught her. She knelt in front of Pietro and pressed a cool hand to his forehead. "He's got a low grade fever. After what he just saw, I'd assume he's in shock. Nobody panic. His eyes are tracking. No signs of concussion, he's perfectly conscious. Delicately she took his pale thin wrist in two of her purple manicured fingertips.
"His pulse is going nuts. I can't even distinguish between two beats. Anyone know his normal?" She pulled a disgusted face as she was met with several clueless faces.
"His pulse isn't distinguishable ever." Tabitha answered softly. The clueless expressions turned to her in shock. She pulled a bit of blond bangs behind her ear, embarrassed.
"Go on. If you know something, tell us." Psylocke urged her.
"Okay." Tabitha sighed, fidgeting. "When he's sleeping its like a soft hum. Almost a purr if he was a cat and you were listening for it."
Several eyes shot up.
"She is right." Piotr spoke up softly. Everyone turned to him in surprise. "Its in his file. He has a heart rate comparable to a small rodent."
"Well then I guess his heart rate's pretty normal for him." Psylocke frowned in confusion. "Pietro, are you okay?" She spoke very gently, as if talking to a small child or a baby.
He blinked and drew a shaky breath. "Am I awake?"
"Yes Pietro, the dreams are over." Betsy nodded gently.
Pietro bit his lip and nodded. He looked galaxies away.
"Should I call Magneto or Dr Mactaggart?" Lorna tucked a strand of loose dyed brown hair behind her ear. She looked nervous.
"Good idea. And while you're skipping on your merry little way why not add that we thought we should do a tea party and could they please bring down the potpourri. You pathetic time wasting baby! What do you think we have Psylocke for, Magnetrix?" Magneto's blonde Acolyte sneered at the younger girl.
"Leave her alone, Emma." Psylocke sighed wearily. Lorna was toying with the sleeve of her shirt looking ready to burst into tears at the scolding. "I've already contacted Professor Xavier and Magneto. Though you are a telepath too Frost."
Emma scowled and tossed her platinum blonde hair over her shoulder and put a hand on her white leather clad hip. "Look Braddock, just because you're our field leader doesn't mean you're my boss. I'm older by four years and don't take kindly to kids ordering me around."
Betsy scowled. "I'm twenty-one years old. I am not a kid Emma. And your age does not give you the right to pick on Lorna. "
"Ladies. Cease this petty arguing." Magneto's calm and quiet voice forced a hush over the group. "Charles sensed disruption. Psylocke I am disappointed you did not contact us immediately. What happened!"
All the mutants froze. All four acolytes hurried to form a single straight line. Magnetrix was shaking in her green boots. Emma stood slightly relaxed but tense nonetheless. Psylocke examined her nails in a bored fashion, not even glancing up at her boss. Pyro was fidgeting and avoiding looking at his boss, his bosses daughter, and the two former Acolytes carefully.
"A fine group of soldiers you four are turning out to be." Magneto rolled his eyes. "Orders are made to be followed! Psylocke that means you obey! Frost, you don't argue amongst yourselves. Magnetrix, my acolytes are meant to strike fear in others. You are not allowed to show fear. Pyro, stand up straight and stop playing with that damn lighter and stand up straight. Are we all clear?"
"Yes sir." Magnetrix immediately stood up straighter and looked at the floor.
"Alright, you're the boss." Emma rolled her eyes.
"You got it Magsie." Pyro winked. The metal master rolled his eyes and gave the boy a stern glance. He turned expectantly to his fourth acolyte who had pulled a miniature nail file out of her thigh high purple leather boots and was currently fixing a small chip. Pyro elbowed her gently and she looked up.
"Oh what? I agree with whatever the Aussie said." She grinned nonchalantly.
"Forget it, what happened to my son!" Magneto growled as he stomped closer. Upon examination, worry was etched on the older mutant's face.
Pietro was propped against the cabinets breathing heavily. He was slightly flushed and his eyes were glittery.
"Come Pietro, we better get you back to the medical facility." The young mutant tried to stand but his legs gave out and he stumbled back a few steps, teetering dangerously as if about to fall. Tabitha caught him and slipped under his arm, offering her shoulder as a crutch.
"Easy there Speedy." She said jokingly.
"Thanks." He mumbled. Wanda propped his other side and the two girls helped him hobble back to the medical bay. Magneto cast deeply scathing glares at all who had been present and silently followed.
Moira instantly saw to fussing with Pietro when the two girls got him safely back. "I knew he shouldn't go! I knew it! Poor little lamb." She tucked him into the bed and had the machines and IV hooked up to the boy in record time. "Look at him, he looks plumb exhausted. And sickly. Worse even then before. Since the fluctuation of his stats he's gotten worse!" She snapped orders at everyone. "Everyone out! Exceptions, anyone over eighteen. Everyone else get out. Go do something else."
A bunch of people grumbled and complained. Soon it was down to merely the adults, Emma Frost, Betsy Braddock, Warren Worthington, Lorna Dane, Lance, Remy, Scott, Jean and two seventeen year old girls who had no intention of leaving.
"Girls," Moira warned.
"He's my brother. I am not leaving." Wanda crossed her arms.
"I don't much think I want to leave either." Tabby frowned.
Pietro cast a weary expression to them.
"Oh whatever!" Moira rolled her eyes. She returned her gaze to the monitors as her fingers flew across the keys at the computer.
"What happened?" Magneto asked angrily.
"I felt sick and then I passed out." Pietro whispered. He closed his eyes tightly as if keeping them open hurt suddenly. "There were nightmares...I saw things..."
Wanda gently took her brother's hand. "It's alright, Pietro. They are going to make you better. You'll be alright. I just know it." She squeezed his hand softly for encouragement.
"I don't think so." Pietro muttered.
"Don't you talk that way!" Tabitha jumped in sternly. "Don't you dare. You cannot and will not die on us."
The speed demon's ice blue eyes met hers with a sad look. "You can't tell me what I can and can't do Tabby."
"So you're just giving up?" She demanded, her voice shaking a little.
He frowned. "Wouldn't you, if you'd just seen your own funeral?" His voice cracked.
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Ok I know its considerably shorter than other chapters but its been a while since I updated. Consider this a filler chapter. There is big important stuff coming up. This story is nearing its end and I am going on the philosophy that less may be more powerful. I don't know how the end will turn out at the moment. I am at a fork in the road here and I don't know whether I should take a leaf outta Robert Frost's poetry book and take the road less traveled, the easy way out, or maybe surprise everyone (including myself). What do you guys, my beloved audience think? Let me know in your review okay?
In other business, after I end this one, I am going to do my very first parody. Yay for me! Well I can't do Mulan, since that one was handled so well by one cute but psycho bunny who must be having an identity crisis with all the name changes recently. I have a few in mind, I just need you guys to pick the order you'd like me to do them in. Ok?
Here's what I'm considering.
Anastasia (Romy) (also note the version that made it to movie not the first copy)
Aladdin (Romy OR Johnda (or maybe one of each)),
Beauty and the Beast...er Thief (Romy, are you sensing a trend yet?),
Remyo (Uh I meant Romeo) and Juliet (Romy),
Romeo and Juliet (Lancitty, Kurmanda, Kurwanda)
the Little Mermaid (Romy, Johnda, Lancitty)
Blast from the past (Possibly Jott maybe Romy)
Sweet home Alabama (Definitely Romy)
13 Going on 30 (Could work as Lancitty or Kurtty)
Cinderella Story (Just about any pairing, but probably Romy would be most likely)
If you like any of the above let me know in your review. I'd appreciate an order ASAP so I know which scripts I need to write. All votes from the people I contact say Anastasia should be first but you are my audience so let me know what you want. I'll probably get around to all of them but I would like to know what order because a couple of them will be harder to do script for as I cannot find the original and will need to watch movie and take down script myself. That's the project after this one.
Ok and now I want all of you to go check out the story I am cowriting with Howlerdrode. It is called End of the World and is under his profile. It is very good! It is a sister story to Back in Diapers but stands on its own as well.
Yeah and before this AN gets longer than the actual chapter, here's to you my friends.
xmengirlzrule- Glad you like it. I like the romy too. As for speedy's fate, one never knows, including me. You got the Polaris thing right! Sorry this wasn't such a quick update. Aw I'm on your favorites list? I'm flattered!
ishandahalf- Don't worry I am not hinting or giving speedy premonitions of the Age of Apocalypse timeline in which Mags and Rogue really did...shudders and cringes at icky images Fifty or so year age difference. That is just gross. Anyways, yea Pietro encouraged Romy is fun and less hazardous to my mental health than Rogue and Magneto. Um sorry this update took a while, the bunnies are currently on strike.
howlerdrode- Nah I don't think its too big a stretch. Mr. Wayne was mildly attracted and Ms. Kyle was crazy for him. Rogue had plenty of opportunities to kill him, maim him, or set Logan and or Scott on him. The fact that she never did, speaks volumes for how she felt for him. True she pushed him away a lot but that was only because she cared enough not to hurt him. As for Pietro, well would you want your sister dating Pyro? He hasn't grown up with her and still perceives her as a fragile child who needs the protection a brother provides. Yeah I designed the power collar with one of my favorite chokers in mind. In hind sight, maybe it would have been better suited to Rogue if the stone had been emerald instead of ruby but oh well. I doubt Alex will work into this one but he is in Hearts' Desires and may soon be in Back in Diapers. Hm, maybe but then again maybe not.
EmeraldKatsEye- Ugh you're telling me. AOA terrifies me. Don't worry it isn't premonitional. If it was I might be obligated to be very ill. Kurwanda and Amyro fan huh? Well I have nothing against those pairings except that I don't know much about TJ and that deters me. If you wanna fill me in on her I'd be happy to incorporate some Kurwanda into something in the future. And as for Amyro...well I don't really see such a holier than thou princess being able to put up with too many Pyro antics for very long. Glad you like it.
SmellyFaceFace- Glad you like it. Thank you for reviewing.
Purple Rose Swan and Waterlily- Ok you are very hard to understand. Did you seriously just ask why I didn't put Remy on his death bed? I think you had better run from the angry mobs of fan girls with pitchforks pal. Besides it fits better to do this to Pietro. And I bow to no one so you're out of luck there.
lmk- Glad you like it thanks for reviewing.
Blacknight359- Glad you like it thank you for the review.
EviltwinAlix- There must be something wrong with me if I am responding to you after the things you've said and done. I am sorry you feel that way about me. But don't you dare blame me for your problems.
EmeraldKatsEye- K I won't hurt Piotr. Yeah I could have him be with Betsy. That might work. Less violent too. Thanks for the review.
Furry elf- Glad you liked it, thank you for reviewing.
A Cut But Psycho Bunny x 2- Sorry to hear bout your dad. It doesn't confuse me, actually I understand pretty well. I get that feeling sometimes too. Yeah I know I need to update. It has been a while hasn't it? I'm not gonna kill Piotr. Don't worry. And I don't worry that his heart will be too broken. I was feeling particularly grouchy when I wrote that and I shouldn't have taken it out on our resident Russian. Oh you don't need to feel bad for Toad. Oh dear I tried to make it not so pity earning for him. I'll have to fix that. I'm a big Johnda fan myself. BTW did you ever check out howlerdrode?
SpeedDemonRox- Sorry. I tried but this isn't really too quick is it? Hope you like it still.
Calliope- Glad you like it. Thanks for readin and reviewing.
Vladimir Nabokov- Glad you liked it. Thank you for reading and reviewing.
Une juene fille- Yeah it does kinda give a whole new perspective to Pietro huh? Glad you liked it, hoped this chapter was equally intriguing.
Collette- Yeah I tried to do it in a new and fresh way. Most of the time I try to avoid unearned sentimental stuff. It kinda annoys me when a writer drops in a character or situation the reader is just expected to automatically understand and pity. Glad you like it.
Jambalaya- I loved writing Rogue and Remy into last chapter. Most of the lines from most of my characters come from me. Hopefully this doesn't sound weird or braggy but I like to sink as fully into the character as best I can to feel how they would in that situation. Rogue and Remy are two of my personal favorites to work with, but I also do a lot with Pyro and Wanda. On a day where I'm absorbing Remy's essence, for example, I might be caught shufflin' a deck of cards with a spare pack in my back pocket, talkin' in third person and using a Cajun accent. A Rogue day might see me with a Southern drawl and gloves. Pyro times, I click a pen repeatedly in the manner he clicks his lighter and I laugh for no reason and occasionally throw in an Aussie accent. Wanda is the hardest to get into, at least for me. I sit there and do absolutely nothing but breathe. I let something I fear and something that makes me mad or sad run through my mind. And when I can't do some of these things, or it isn't too convenient I let my imagination slip into the mindset and I function as the semi abnormal person I am. My imagination might be a bit too strong sometimes but that's half of the fun. Glad you liked it.
Boston Girl- Glad you liked it. Hm, yea the cliffhanger is a bit of a cheap trick but it does the work effectively, no? Wanda's not feeling real? I'm sorry. I am trying but she is a difficult mindset to get into. I'll try to fix her a bit in the next chapter. Thank you for pointing that out. Aw thanks for the compliments. And thanks aussi for the review.
En hiver- Yeah I figured that out after Back in Diapers. 24 leads got way overwhelming and I still have issues including everyone even though I did a character purge recently. Didn't work too well and I wish I had thought of that before I dove in cluelessly. Oh well I'm trying to avoid rookie mistakes now. Thanks, Glad you liked it.
Alison- LOL OK. Glad you like it. Thank you for reviewing.
Fox- Glad you like it, don't worry Back in Diapers is in no danger of being forgotten. I have the most awesome idea that I just need to work into it. But if you need an appetizer, you should check out the sister story I have been writing with howlerdrode. It works with Back in Diapers and is pretty good, if I do say so myself.
And that's pretty much all I have to say for now. Except that next up on update list is Hearts' Desires with Back in Diapers tailing ASAP afterwards. Thank you for readin and now review! Please?