Scrawler – Got it in one. Wanda is going to bring a series of gentlemen callers to the house. As for that Magneto/Kurt conversation, I'll look into it.
Kyuushi – I promise that I won't forget about Pietro. But this story is really about the relationship between Magneto and Wanda. So dear old Pietro won't be as prominent as you probably want.
Amieva – I assure you, I'm trying to write Legendary Heroes as fast as I can. Hopefully I'll get it up soon. Cross your fingers.
I Heart the Distillers – Wanda is going to be a bit out of her normal character. But then again she did seem a lot nicer after the brain washing, so maybe not so much. Besides that's what love can do to a person.
Jitter – I don't think Magneto would mind abandoning his Acolytes if he had them all. But if he only has one left then he might be a bit more protective. Just a hunch.
Thanks go out to my lovely beta, Spiffythefaery.
{Thursday}
The Brotherhood moved in with Magneto that day. The house was considerably larger than the old house, with sufficient space for everyone. The teenagers quickly settled into their new home, and at dinner Magneto laid down the rules.
They were surprising simple. As Magneto had put it, "Don't piss me off and we'll get along just fine. And keep all open flames away from Pyro."
As the teenagers retired to their new rooms for the night, they had no clue as to just how dissimilar their new lifestyles would be from their previous. Their first clue for this was the alarm clock provided by their benefactor.
Most would think a simple buzzing clock would suffice to get the job done. Apparently Magneto was not of this school of thought. His method of waking everyone up was rather unique. Rather, Pyro's method.
The pyromaniac had marched up and down the halls of the house with a pot and pan. Yodeling at the top of his lungs, Pyro smashed the cookware together, creating a horrible noise that immediately jolted the Brotherhood from their sleep. The impromptu musical session had lasted for about ten minutes, at which point the benevolent Master of Magnetism had forcibly removed the utensils from Pyro's grasp.
The Brotherhood trudged to school, while Pyro and Magneto ventured over to the Xavier Institute for the day. Magneto spent the day deep in conversation with his old friend. Pyro spent it trying to set Logan's hair on fire.
Everyone returned to the large house that night, tired from the day's activities, yet satisfied to have a comfortable home to return to (provided Magneto kept a close eye on Pyro while the red head was cooking).
Dinner was relatively quiet. Surprising, considering that the table was made up of six teenaged mutants and one megalomaniac. It was sometime after dinner that the fireworks started.
"Father, I'm going out tonight," Wanda said as she stood up from the table. Magneto looked up at his daughter for a brief moment.
"Fine. Have fun."
"I will," Wanda replied as she rushed to her room to get ready for that night's activities. Before any of the Brotherhood could make a comment, Magneto rose from his seat and vanished into his study.
Having decided to temporarily turn over a new leaf, Magneto decided that it was time to share his story with the world. However he was having a difficult time trying to figure out what to call it. He was thinking of a grand title, one that caught the eye, yet reflected some of his story. He had already considered the titles "Buns of Steel", "Iron Mind", and "Metallic God: Erik Lehnsherr's Quest for World Domination." But these titles had seemed too contrived. So Magneto was currently entertaining some other titles for his novel: "Lord of the Metal", "Wuthering Iron", Erik Lehnsherr's Diary", and the current working title "Harry Potter and the Master of Magnetism." After all, he did want the book to sell. In the midst of writing about his discovery of his powers, Magneto barely noticed the knock at his door. Without even looking up from his spiral bound notebook, Magneto reached out with his powers and opened the door.
"Um, sorry to disturb you, Mr. Magneto, sir," Todd stammered as he peeked into the room.
"Quite alright. How may I help you Todd?" Magneto replied, never lifting his eyes.
"Oh. I'm fine. I just thought you'd like to know that Wanda left for her date with her boyfriend," Todd said, waiting for the powerful mutant's reaction. The amphibious mutant was disappointed.
"Ok. Thank you for letting me know," Magneto replied, his hand furiously flying across the paper. Todd slumped even more as he nodded weakly and walked down the hall.
Grinning to himself, Magneto finished his thought in the notebook. His attention had been so focused on his writing that it hadn't even registered what Todd had said. It took a few moments before the information hit him.
"Date? Boyfriend!"
It was well past midnight when Wanda finally returned. While all the occupants of the house should have been asleep at the time, thus allowing Wanda to secretly return without dealing with pesky questions, tonight everyone was wide awake. And waiting for her.
Wanda stepped into the house, her gaze sweeping over the Brotherhood who were stifling snickers behind their hands. Pyro sat besides Fred; his eyes wide open in delight and a mirthful grin on his face. Finally, Wanda looked over at her father. Magneto was sitting down, hands folded, scowling. One glance told Wanda all she needed to know. He was not happy and she was in big trouble.
"Hi Daddy," Wanda tried, hoping to soften up her parent.
"Don't you 'hi daddy' me," Magneto replied, his scowl deepening.
"Would you care to tell me where you were tonight?"
"Out."
"Thank you for that piece of information. I figured that one out by myself. The question was where you were."
"I went to the movies."
"By yourself?" Magneto questioned, pressing. The Brotherhood began to snicker even louder.
"I was with some friends."
"Do these friends have names?"
"Yeah, like Petting and Necking," Lance cracked. Wanda shot a nasty glare in his direction, but was unable to do more than that. Her father was expecting an answer.
"Well, you know Rogue."
"Indeed I do. However, forgive me for assuming that Rogue was not with you." Despite herself Wanda let the shock override her face.
"How'd you know that?"
"Next time, sis, don't circle the movie you're going to see in the paper," Pietro chortled, but he was quickly silenced by a glare from his father.
"Wanda, who were you with?" Magneto demanded of his daughter. Wanda attempted to match her father's glare with one of her own, but she was unable to match the intensity. Resorting to the teenage defense, she snapped.
"Why does it matter?"
"Wanda," Magneto growled in reply. He was not in the mood to get into this.
"Don't Wanda me! You didn't care what I've been doing for the past two months, why should you give a damn now? What right do you have to intervene in my life?"
Magneto jumped out of his seat and rose to his full height. "I am your father, and I demand an answer. Who were you with?"
"My boyfriend!" Wanda screamed.
"Boyfriend? How can have you have a boyfriend? You're far too young!" Magneto declared emphatically.
"Too young? I'm seventeen years old!"
"That's far too young. You shouldn't be dating until you're at least thirty!"
At this comment Pyro elbowed Pietro and whispered into his ear, "Your dad's a bit nutty, mate."
Pietro merely nodded in reply, unable to break his concentration on the shouting match that could, at least in Pietro's mind, be heard in the other side of Bayville.
"You've got to be kidding me!" Wanda shouted at her father. Magneto was quite serious, however.
"I am serious. Official rules of the house. No dating until you are thirty!"
"I don't recall signing those rules," Wanda scoffed. Magneto glared as he snatched a piece of paper from his pocket.
"You should have read those documents I made you sign," Magneto declared triumphantly as he waved the offending paper in his daughter's face.
"What are you talking about?" Wanda cried as she snatched the paper and unfolded it. Her blue eyes quickly scanned the words. "There's nothing in here about dating."
"Read the first paragraph," Magneto returned smugly.
"'The word of God shall be obeyed to the letter,'" Wanda read. "There's nothing in here about dating!"
"Check your God clause at the bottom."
"'For the purposes of this document Erik Magnus Lehnsherr, also known as Magneto, shall be known as God.'"
"Good one Boss," Pyro chipped in. Magneto shot a victorious grin at his lackey. Wanda, and the rest of the Brotherhood, stared at her father in disbelief.
"That's not fair!" Wanda shouted as she stormed off. The rest of the house watched her for a moment, no one daring to make a sound.
"Um. You know Magneto sir, that may not have been the best idea," Lance squeaked, earning a death glare from the Master of Magnetism.
"What do you mean?"
Lance withered under Magneto's piercing stare. "Well, forbidding Wanda from dating is just going to make her hate you."
"You have an alternative?"
"If the guy breaks up with Wanda then you get want you want, don't you? Wanda isn't dating and she doesn't resent you for breaking it up." Magneto stared at Lance for a moment, before lightning struck.
"Of course. It's brilliant. Why didn't I think of that before? Alvers, you're getting a raise!"
"But you aren't paying me anything."
"Never mind that! A plan is beginning to form. An ingenious, diabolical scheme! Yes!"
"This is not good," Fred muttered to Todd.
"Speak for yourself. If the Boss-man drives away Wanda's boy-toy then a spot opens up for me," Todd replied.
"Keep dreaming Todd. He ain't gonna stand for that." While Fred and Todd had their side conversation, Magneto turned to face Pyro.
"Pyro. Those two boys you were hanging out with today. The ones that helped you cause all that havoc, what where their names?"
"Those two blokes? Kurt and Bobby, I think. Can't be too sure though, boss. I was a bit preoccupied with the Wildman's hair."
"Of course. Charles has told me about those two. Pyro, I want you to invite those two over for dinner tomorrow night."
"All right. But why?"
"Because I have need of their services. Be sure to bring them home right after school," Magneto said, as he turned on his heel. "Pietro, let's go talk with your sister."
"Wanda. Let me in," Pietro called to his sister as he pounded on her door. The youth had been trying to get into the room for the past fifteen minutes to no avail. Magneto's patience had worn out. Flicking his wrist, he unlocked the door and threw it open.
Wanda lay on her bed, tears streaming down her face. She looked up and snarled at her family.
"I hate you both. Now get out." Pietro sighed as Magneto made a move to sit down next to his daughter.
"Wanda. I want to apologize for what I said before. I didn't mean it." Wanda continued to sob into her sheets.
"If you want to continue to go out with this boy, whoever he is, then that's fine with me. I just, I wanted to make sure that you wouldn't get hurt."
"I'd never let him hurt me and he never would. He's the kindest, gentlest person in the world."
"I hope so Wanda. If you want to continue seeing him then that's fine. But I want to meet this young man and any others for that matter."
"What?" Wanda asked as she wiped away her tears.
"Invite this boy over for dinner. And from now on, we will follow family tradition. The first date will always be a dinner here."
"But Pietro never has dinner here with his dates," Wanda spat out. Magneto cracked a slight grin and grasped his daughter's chin.
"Wanda, Pietro doesn't date. Pietro sleeps around." Father and daughter shared a slight chuckle.
"Hey! I object!"
"Save it Pietro." Magneto replied. He then looked back at Wanda. "Tell this boy that he will be coming here for dinner at eight o'clock."
"Alright."
Magneto grinned. "Now get some sleep," he said as he kissed his daughter's temple. Standing up, he left the room, his son by his side.
"I don't understand. First you want mischief makers here, and then you want the boyfriend over for dinner? What's up?" Magneto smirked.
"No boy is good enough for her, Pietro. We are going to let this one, and any others that come, realize it. Mark my words, by Sunday, this relationship will be over."
Such an evil parent.
What chaos will happen?
Will Magneto's prediction be right?
Who is the poor boy in for a weekend of hell?
What should happen? Send in your suggestions and ideas!
