Kerrbear – Sorry about the delay. I'm a slow updater. Always have been. As for your suggestion, I don't get it.

MagCat – Piotr suffered from Split Personalities. Kinda like Gollum.

Thanks to Spiffythefaery for the beta work.


Monday

8:30 p.m.

Lance frowned as he tightened his grip on the steering wheel. Personally, he didn't like what was going on. He knew that it was not going to go over well at home and he hated that he was an accomplice. But by lending a helping hand he was getting a chance to see Kitty more often, so things balanced out.

Until Magneto found out, that is.

Drumming his fingers anxiously to the beat pulsing through his stereo, Lance wondered if Magneto was the least of his worries. Certainly there were others who would be more opposed than him.

Lance was brought out of his reverie by Wanda jumping into the front seat.

"Well?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. Lance understood and the engine revved to life.

"Enjoy your day?"

"It was fine," Wanda responded curtly, her tone not inviting further questions. Lance nodded and thrust his foot down on the gas.

The engine of his old, weather worn Jeep roared. Lance frowned, hoping that Wanda would cover up the long scar on her arm.


9:00 p.m.

"Ms. Scarlet, in the kitchen, with the candlestick!" John declared loudly.

"For the last time, it isn't the candlestick!" Todd screeched in reply. Somehow Todd had managed to convince Fred and John to join him in a game of Clue. The three had been at it for quite some time, and John was convinced that the murder weapon was the candlestick, despite being shown the card.

"That's what she wants you to think."

Todd smacked himself in the face. What had he been thinking when he asked John to join him?

"I've been thinking Todd," Fred said. "Maybe he's on to something."

"On to what? There is no hidden conspiracy theory here! It's just a game."

"It's more than that. It's an adventure!"

"John, it's a game. And it's not Ms. Scarlet. It's not the kitchen. And it's definitely not the candlestick."

"Says you!"

"For heaven's sake! Enough of this incorrigible racket!" Magneto declared as he marched into the living room. "I told you to keep it down."

"Sorry but John is getting out of control."

Magneto turned towards John. "Must I make an example out of Jasmine?"

The prospect of losing another lighter was not appealing to John. "No, no, no. No need for an example. I'll be good. I promise."

Magneto nodded, satisfied with the answer. "Has anyone seen Wanda?"

The boys shrugged. "Not for a while."

"She must be at Xavier's. Let me know when she comes in."

"Sure thing."

"It's Mr. Green. Except Ms. Scarlet is framing him!" Fred declared victoriously. Todd's eyes bulged in frustration. Magneto sighed audibly.

"I think you've been playing this too long. How about you try something more to your level, like Connect-Four?"

"Fred ate the pieces."

"For the last time, Pietro told me they were cookies!"

"You keep falling for that."

"They still tasted good."

"Enough! Just try to play another game in silence."

"But we haven't finished this one yet," Todd objected.

"It's Colonel Mustard, in the Library, with the wrench," Magneto replied as he marched off. Todd scrambled for the correct cards and took a peek in.

"How does he do that?"


9:45 p.m.

Lance was tired. He had been driving all around Bayville the last couple of hours and all he wanted was to go to sleep.

What he was getting was an inquisition. Magneto had taken him into the office and began a series of questions. Rather random questions. Lance had no idea what was going on.

"Lance, where were you tonight?"

"Out."

"There is no need to be so vague with me. I have little interest in where you where."

"But you want to know where I picked up Wanda?"

"Exactly."

Lance paused. He could cover for Wanda but at what cost?

"I don't think it's my place to say."

Magneto frowned at this. "Either you tell me or I dismantle your Jeep."

Lance loved that Jeep. It was his pride and joy. He caved.


9:47:21 p.m.

The night was calm and serene. Until a lot shout split the air.

"A SEWER!"


Magneto threw open the door to Wanda's room. She looked up at him, completely startled.

"A SEWER?"

"What?"

"Your boyfriend lives in a sewer? What the hell are you thinking?"

"What's your problem?"

"Among other things, the fact that you've been coming home with scars every day for the past week! And your boyfriend lives in a sewer!"

"He can't exactly come above ground!"

"Why not?"

"He's wanted!"

"Really? This sounds promising at least. Go on."

"You know him. At least Pietro does."

"Oh God no. Please no. Wanda you aren't that foolish. What could have driven you to such insanity? Evan Daniels?"

"He's nice. He knows a lot and he treats me really well."

"Of course he does. He lives in a sewer. He hangs out with rats. And Caliban."

"You know Caliban?"

"We've met. Creepy little thing. Sings to himself. Has a pet crocodile." 1

"Back to Evan, I want to keep going out with him."

"Go out where? The garbage dump is a vacation to him."

"I'm going out with Evan. And I need to study, so if you don't mind," Wanda said, motioning for her father to leave. Magneto complied, muttering to himself.

"We'll see about that."


"I'm going to kill him. No wait. First I'm going to kill her, and then I'll kill him. Evan Daniels?" Pietro sputtered in anger.

"I know."

"Evan Daniels? My archnemisis? The bane of my existence?"

"I know."

"What is she thinking?"

"I don't know."

"I don't know why she started it. But by god I'm going to end it." With that Pietro zipped out of the house as a blur. Magneto grinned.


Tuesday

9:00 a.m.

Ororo Munroe liked her garden. It was her special, happy place. It was sacred. It was her shrine, her temple. Most importantly, it was completely off limits to the rest of the mansion.

Thus it came as a great surprise to her when she found a visitor waiting for her.

"What are you doing here? Charles is downstairs."

Magneto shook his head. "I'm not here to speak with Charles. I'm here to talk with you."

Ororo raised an eyebrow. She didn't talk to Magneto. Charles talked to Magneto. Hank talked to Magneto. Logan shared alcohol with Magneto.

"Alright. But watch that cape of yours. Goddess help you if it snags on a plant in here. Speaking of which, why are earth are you wearing that outfit?"

Magneto shrugged. "Sabretooth did the wash. Everything is coming out pink."

"Oh. So what do you want?"

"We need to discuss your nephew."

"Evan? What about him?"

"Normally I wouldn't be this accommodating but I'm willing to make an exception, considering that he is your nephew."

Ororo cast Magneto a look of confusion mixed with apprehension.

"What has he been up to?"

"I'm not quite sure. But, how to phrase this, I believe he and Wanda have become close."

"What?"

"You understand the delicate situation that this puts us in. I can't allow this to continue. It's unhygienic."

"In a sewer? Completely."

"At any rate, I was hoping that we could figure out what to do about this situation."

Ororo nodded and chewed her lip thoughtfully. "I'll take care of it."

"As you wish."

"Magneto, if I deal with Evan, I trust you'll leave him alone. I don't want him to go through what the others have."

"I make no promises."

"What?"

"Deal with the boy. Or I will deal with him myself. And that is assuming that Pietro doesn't get to him first."


11:00 a.m.

Evan was relaxing in the sewers that the Morlocks called home. Although it was dark, dank, and reeked, it was comforting to the young mutant at this moment. He had just finished sentry duty and was watching the antics of the rest of the Morlocks, his attention riveted by Torpid and thus, he was completely oblivious to Callisto's approach.

"Spyke," she said. Evan blinked and turned his gaze to face the weather worn woman.

"What's up?"

Callisto frowned, her single eye narrowed. "You have a guest."

"A guest? It's too early for Wanda to be here."

"Evan Daniels! What are you thinking?" Ororo shouted as she marched up to her nephew, Scaleface and Lucid trailing behind.

"You were supposed to keep her outside the base." Callisto said, irritated.

"Hey, I'm not gonna be responsible for holding off a pissed off Storm by myself," Lucid replied.

"Besides, she threatened him with lightning bolts in the posterior," Scaleface added. Callisto frowned but nodded.

"Auntie O! What are you doing down here?" Evan replied.

"Trying to stop you from getting killed!"

"I don't understand."

"Wanda Maximoff? Are you mad?"

"What's wrong with Wanda?"

"Should we help the kid out?" Lucid asked. Callisto shook her head.

"The weather witch and I agree on this one. Not only does she jeopardize security but do you want Magneto coming down here?"

"As long as he puts a shock collar on Sabretooth I don't care."

"She's Magneto's daughter!"

"Wanda's her own person. She is nothing like Magneto."

"Wanda is not the problem. The problem is what you may be up to and the fact that she's Magneto's daughter."

"Auntie O," Evan whined.

"Don't you Auntie O me, young man. Since your mother isn't here it's my place to teach you about what happens when the birds and the bees are out and about."

"I know about that!"

"That's what they all say. But more importantly, you have no idea what is going to happen to you if you keep this relationship up."

"What?"

"Magneto doesn't like it when Wanda dates and he breaks them up, using rather painful means."

Evan paled. "Painful?"

"Sam ended up in an insane asylum, Roberto had fifty six cars, twelve motorcycles, and seven big rigs thrown at him, Warren was tarred and feathered, Scott was set on fire, Remy narrowly avoided castration, and Piotr had a mental breakdown and ended up on the Jersey Turnpike."

"I'm in trouble."

"You have no idea. End it now and save yourself."

Evan shook his head. "I can't do that. I'm not backing down."

Ororo pleaded with him for another hour before she left, having failed in her mission.


1:21 p.m.

After Ororo had left, Evan had spent the rest of the day in deep thought. Would Magneto really come after him? Did he make the right decision? His thoughts were interrupted by the sudden appearance of Caliban.

"You wanted to see me?" the scaled mutant hissed, lengthening the 's.'

"Can you locate Magneto?"

"Why does everyone always want me to find Magneto? I can find every mutant on the planet but one, who do they all want to find? I've had it up to here with these insults!"

"Caliban! I'm not making fun of you. I'm just wondering if he's really going to kill me for going out with Wanda."

Caliban paused. "Most definitely. When does, can I have your skateboard?"


1:27 p.m.

Evan never knew what hit him. It had been far too easy for Pietro to sneak up behind the boy and knock him out. Now all that had to be done was for Pietro to drag him to his destination.

"Take my sister out will you?" Pietro spat at the unconscious body.


6:00 p.m.

"Where have you been all day, Pietro?"

"Taking care of Wanda's problem?"

"Really? What have you been up to?"

"Let me put it this way. The vet had never seen such an unusual pet."

"The vet?"

"Listen, you've always said that when you get a pet you have to have it neutered and declawed. So I followed your advice."

"That's horrible. I love it!"

The door to the house was thrown open as Wanda stormed in. She glared daggers at her father.

"You are an evil man."

"I beg your pardon?"

"You brought Evan to the vet where he was de-spiked and had a little operation."

"As much as I want to take credit for it, I can't. Pietro did it."

"Pietro!" Wanda screeched. Before the speed demon could react, a blue glow enveloped a candlestick. The candlestick flung itself at Pietro, striking him in the back of the head. He collapsed.

"Hm. It was Ms. Scarlet with the candlestick in the kitchen," Todd remarked as he poked Pietro. Magneto chuckled.

"I'm not through with you."

"I had nothing to do with it young lady. Face the facts, Evan Daniels was a bad choice. You knew it wouldn't work it. Move on. He will. Once he recovers."

"If he recovers."

"Don't worry. The Morlocks have a talented healer amongst their numbers. He'll be fine. Have a lot of scars, but fine."

Wanda glared at her father. "I hate you."

Magneto sighed as he looked at the unconscious Pietro. "Why did I have children?"


1 – Reference to the great comedy "Teacher Training" by the wonderful Toddfan. If you haven't read that story, I highly recommend you do.

Done boy bites the dust.

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