SperryDee – No Morlock this chapter. But I'm sure one will come soon.
DhampyrX2 – The blue elf huh? You'll definitely see that chapter, given all the requests for that Wandurt action.
UncannyAsianGirl – Lots to respond to huh? I did get your suggestion, but I got them after the chapter was betaed and I was too lazy to put in a response at that point. Sorry about that. It is a good idea, and one I intend to use later. No one is out of the running. I dare say almost everyone will get a crack at Wanda. As for the group I did know about that, and am quite honored by being placed there. I've tried to subscribe to the group several times with no success for some reason. I also noted, if I'm reading the created list correctly, that I was the first story in said group. As my good friend Yoda would say "Honored I am, yes. Eh-hehehehe."
Thanks to Spiffythefaery for the beta work.
Thursday
8:00 p.m.
It was a standoff and they both knew it. The two opponents stood in the hall, each leveling a harsh glare at the other.
When Magneto had assigned rooms to the house, he had given the twins the bedrooms by the master bedroom. This meant that the family would be in closer proximity and the twins had to share a bathroom.
Wanda was closer, but given Pietro's ability, that was easily negated. But there was a chance, infinitesimal as it might seem, that Wanda could get a hex off before Pietro could speed past her.
"The bathroom is mine, brother," Wanda growled dangerously.
"No way, sis. It's mine."
"I don't see your name on it."
"It's right there!" Pietro pointed to the door, which did have his name carved on it. 1
"Why don't you be a gentleman for once in your life and let the lady go first?"
"As soon as you show one to me, I will."
"I need to use it."
"But you take so long! And I've got a date in an hour."
"You aren't the only one."
Pietro was taken aback. "Really? Does father know?"
"All he cares about is his poker game tonight," Wanda said as a blue bolt zapped Pietro backward.
"Curses! Foiled again!"
"Would you take off that ridiculous helmet?"
"I'll do no such thing."
"But it looks so stupid. You're wearing a suit and your helmet."
"I find it necessary for tonight's activities."
"We are playing poker!"
"Exactly."
There was a brief pause.
"What are you insinuating?"
"I insinuate nothing. You cheat."
"I do not!"
"For all your morals Charles, when it comes to money and cards, you cheat."
"I resent that unfounded accusation."
"Resent it all you want. It's still true."
"Logan and Remy never complain."
"Remy and Logan lose their money to you."
Again, silence.
"You're one to talk. You're permanently banned from Nevada for that incident with the roulette table."
"I never said there was anything wrong with cheating. I'm just not going to let you cheat against me."
"I hate you."
Friday
8:00 p.m.
Having won a significant amount of money from Charles at the poker game the previous night, Magneto decided to mollify his friend by taking him out to dinner. That had gone pleasant enough, although he suspected Charles had given him a splitting headache in vengeance. He had always been a miserable loser. All he wanted at this point in time was some aspirin and to go to sleep.
What he got is another story.
"Bonjour," a Cajun tinted accent greeted Magneto as he entered the kitchen. He straightened immediately and brought a harsh glare in the speaker's direction.
"What are you doing here?"
"Moi? Remy here to take de pretty fille." Magneto shook his head violently. He never understood a damn thing the Cajun said.
"What?"
"Remy!" John cried as he burst into the kitchen and jumped into Remy's arms. "Didja get Johnny a coming home present?"
"'Course Remy did. But Pietro has it. Go ask him."
"What is it?"
"If Remy tell you dat, den it wouldn't be a surprise."
"Is it propane?"
"Maybe. You have to find Pietro to find out."
John scurried out of the room.
"You got him propane?"
"Calm down Mags. Remy ain't stupid. It's just an empty case of tic-tacs with propane written on the side."
"What are you doing here Remy? I thought we had an agreement. You'd avoid me. I wouldn't kill you."
"Remy tried to stay away. But de femme, she pull Remy back in."
"The femme? Wanda?"
"Let Remy tell you something, she's a special one."
"Thank you for that remark Captain Obvious. You're taking her out on a date?"
"Come on Remy. Let's go!" Wanda squealed as she burst into the kitchen and planted a kiss on Remy's cheek. Before Magneto had any chance to speak, Wanda dragged him out of the kitchen and out of the house.
Magneto blinked at the blur that had become his daughter. She was going out with Remy? It must have been his headache!
Muttering to himself about hallucinations, Magneto walked outside, only to find the rest of the house using the swimming pool.
Todd was crouched on the makeshift lily pad, his slimy tongue darting in and out of his mouth to catch unfortunate flies. Lance and Pietro were engaged in a water battle, with full use of mutant powers. Sabertooth looked remarkably like a wet cat - and smelled like one to. As for Fred, Magneto could only hope that he was actually wearing a bathing suit. It was impossible to see anything underneath his rolls of fat. Pyro splashed happily with floaties strapped around his arms and a duck inter-tube around his waist.
"Wanda's going out with Remy? Pyro is happily in water? I definitely need to get some sleep."
Magneto, muttering to himself, did just that.
Saturday
8:00
Coffee was good. No, coffee was great. In fact, if Magneto had his say, coffee would be the fifth greatest invention of all time. Clutching a cup of the fresh brewed, black drink of the gods, Magneto couldn't help but feel slightly confused about the night before.
He was certain that he had been hallucinating. Not only did he see Wanda going out with Remy, but he could have sworn that he saw Logan and Sabretooth playing Mr. Potato Head. That was, until Sabretooth ate Mrs. Potato Head.
"Only a bad dream. Nothing more," the former mutant overlord muttered to himself as he took another sip of coffee. He sighed contently, enjoying the rare quiet that had taken hold of the house.
"Come on, we need to get you out of here before Father wakes up and finds out," Wanda said as she pushed Remy into the kitchen. The former was dressed in a bath robe and Remy was hastily pulling on his trench coat. The two teenagers saw Magneto (dressed in his black silk pajamas and red robe, complete with purple trimmings) and completely froze.
"Before Father finds out what?" Magneto growled.
"Nothing," Remy spat out as quickly as he could. He really didn't like the look he was receiving. Magneto remained silent, his eyes blazing.
"Don't blow a circuit. We just got back really late last night and Remy didn't feel that it was safe to drive back the Institute," Wanda said.
Magneto's eyes narrowed. He knew Remy's reputation. "Oh?"
"Honest. Remy and de petite didn't do nothing."
"Really? Then what's this?" Magneto said as he grabbed some rather racy undergarments from Remy's coat pocket.
Remy froze; his eyes went wide with shock. "Remy never seen dose before."
"You have until ten to leave my sight or I will make sure you never have children."
"Now, now Magsie, no need to be hasty."
"One."
"Come on Mags. Remy wouldn't lie to you."
"Two."
"Wanda, help Remy here."
"Ten!" The kitchen shuddered as knives of all kind shot into the air. There were innumerable types: big knives, small knives, sharp knives, blunt knives, and they were all headed in the same direction.
Remy squealed and leapt out the kitchen window. He was followed by the airborne army intent on castration.
"Father!" Wanda glared.
Magneto shrugged. "I said until ten. I never said I was counting to ten."
Wanda hmphed and marched off. Magneto grinned into his coffee as he glimpsed out the window and saw Remy running down the street, closely trailed by the knives.
1 – A reference to that greatest of shows, the Simpsons.
Poor Remy.
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