UncannyAsianGirl – To be perfectly honest, the whole code for Magneto just slipped my mind. At any rate, I'd say Logan made up the codename, hence why it was so dull. As for your other questions, they will be answered over the next couple of chapters.
Ishandahalf – Not this time, but after this. I've pulled a special rabbit out of my hat today.
Thanks to Spiffythefaery for the beta work.
Sunday
5:30 pm
Magneto stared at the door, hesitant to go through with his plan. After all, he wasn't exactly sure why he wanted to go in. In fact, it was probably better if he didn't.
But something wouldn't let him turn away. Something wanted him to open that door and talk with the person on the other side. Call it curiosity, fatherly affection – whatever it was, it made him open the door and peek inside.
"Hey Pop."
"Pietro. I was wondering if we could talk."
Pietro cast a confused glance at his father. They never 'talked.'
"Sure." Pietro waved Magneto in.
"Pietro. Are feeling alright?'
"Huh?"
"Are you ill? Have a virus? Do you need a doctor in anyway?"
Pietro's eyebrow rose at astronomical speed. "What is this about?"
Magneto sighed as he sat on his son's bed. "I know about the dance."
"Know what? I didn't do anything."
"It's alright to be honest."
"But I didn't do anything."
Now it was Magneto's turn to be a skeptic. "Just one date Pietro?"
"Oh."
"Is there something you want to tell me?"
Pietro hesitated. "No. It's just that the last time I had more than one date, they were all kinda pissed at me. I wanted to avoid the unpleasantness."
Magneto stared at his son for a few moments, probing the validity of this story with his eyes. He nodded. "Well, women can be troublesome. Case and point, your sister."
Pietro nodded in reply with a slight smirk. "You know she's pissed as hell at you."
"Yup."
"You know she wants revenge?"
"Yup."
"She'll get it eventually."
"We'll see."
Magneto cast a look of confusion at the person across the desk. "You want what?"
Rogue scowled. "You don't need a hearing aid yet. You heard me fine."
"And just why am I supposed to help you?"
"My brother."
Magneto frowned and shook his head. "He had it coming."
Rogue's scowl deepened and she crossed her arms. "You owe me."
"No, I really don't."
Rogue's eyes narrowed dangerously. Magneto sighed.
"Why can't you get Logan to do this for you?"
"Professor Xavier said he's not allowed to torture the students."
"Charles has said that for years now. Logan hasn't listened to him yet."
Rogue shrugged. "He took away all the alcohol."
"I'll send Sabretooth with a warning. But that's all."
"Come on. He won't give a minute to myself. I need some peace."
"You think I don't know that? All he ever did was talk about women. But he's not my problem anymore. However, your mother would probably kill me if I didn't try to help so – SABRETOOTH!"
The massive feline mutant entered the room with a pink apron around his belly. Rogue stifled a giggle. Magneto attempted to overlook the offending garment.
"I need you to deliver a message for me right away."
Sabretooth looked annoyed at this comment. "Does it have to be now?"
"Yes."
"But I just put laundry in the wash. If I'm not here the clothes will get all mildewy."
All Magneto could do was put his head in his hands.
Tuesday
6:00 pm
Magneto sat blissfully in his favorite chair in the living room, reading the newspaper. The other men of the house were all out at a movie, leaving Magneto with only Wanda and silence as his companions for the evening. Magneto was enjoying this respite. He was so engrossed in the paper, so entrapped in the silence, that he literally jumped when the doorbell shattered the quiet.
The doorbell rang again. Magneto frowned. He wasn't expecting anyone and the boys all had keys to the house. The doorbell rang for a third time, followed by Wanda's voice. "Father get the door!"
"You get it!"
"I can't get it. He has to wait for me."
"Who has to?"
"My date!"
"Date! What date?" Magneto cried out. He didn't get a response as Wanda's reply was drowned out by a thunderous knocking. Grumbling to himself, Magneto walked over to the front door and threw it open.
Magneto was expecting to see some face from around town, most likely someone from the Xavier Institute since Wanda tended to bring home boys from there. He was staring at the face of a boy with spiked blond hair, an ugly patch of hair under his lip, and a leather vest. Magneto had never seen this boy before, yet he was strangely familiar.
"Ye gonna invite me in, old man?"
Magneto's eyes widened at the remark. "Who are you, boy?" he replied, making no move to let him in.
"Name's Lucas."
"You look familiar. I wonder, have we met before?"
Lucas shook his head. "Neh, we never met before. But ye are close with me old man."
"Old man? And just who is your father?"
"Charles Xavier."
"Charles? You're the son of Xavier?"
"Donnae blow a gasket. I ain't actually on the best of terms with him."
"Why not?"
"He has this crazy idea about humans and mutants living together. I donnae think that's likely tae happen."
"Really?"
Lucas nodded. Magneto was slightly more approving, at least this one wasn't a sheep following Charles. But that didn't mean he liked this boy.
"Tell me Lucas, what sort of social activities do you indulge in?"
"Just what do you mean by that?"
"I'll be blunt with you. If you give my daughter any drugs or alcohol I will make sure that Charles will never be a grandfather. Any questions?"
"Aye. Why am I standing here talking tae you, when I could be doing something dangerous? Like rearranging my sock drawer?" 1
The two men met the other's gaze, neither backing down. Their staring match was interrupted by Wanda flying down the stairs, grabbing Lucas' arm and telling her father not to wait up. The door slammed shut behind them and Magneto was left staring.
His lips twitched into a grin – a grin that was against his will. Wanda was going on a date and for the first time he wasn't worried.
Thursday
3:30 pm
Magneto sat down in front of Principal Kelly's desk. He had received a call that he needed to come to deal with a disciplinary action. When he arrived at the school, he saw Todd, Pietro, and Lance all sporting black eyes. Surprisingly he also found Lucas, who was scowling. Principal Kelly was seated behind his desk, his eyes narrowed in distaste.
"Thank you for coming on such short notice Mr. Lehnsherr," Kelly began. Magneto merely nodded.
"Earlier today these three boys got into a fistfight with Duncan Mathews. They refused to tell me what their dispute was about. However they did tell this young man," Kelly indicated Lucas with a jerk of his head, "and he sent Mr. Mathews and several of his friends to the hospital. This kind of behavior can not be tolerated at Bayville High."
"What kind of behavior?"
"He put four students in the hospital!"
"I'm sure he did. But I'm fairly certain that Lucas is not a student of Bayville High. You cannot discipline him. As for the others, they got in a fight. It happens, especially considering what I've heard about Duncan Mathews. I assume that he is also being disciplined?"
Kelly paled slightly. It was clear that he had no intention of punishing Duncan.
"I wonder what the school board would think of how you are running this school. Probably wouldn't help your career."
"Are you threatening me?"
A tiny grin graced Magneto's face. "I assure you, if that was a threat, I'd think of something much more inventive and painful."
"Don't think you are getting off so easily. What was this fight about?"
Todd, Lance, and Pietro all shifted on their feet, refusing to meet Magneto's gaze. Magneto frowned and turned to face Lucas.
"Why were you here?"
Lucas shrugged. "I was gonna convince Wanda to take off early."
"How did you get involved?"
"I ain't saying."
Magneto scowled at Lucas, his eyes narrowed. Then, surprisingly to all those present, he chuckled.
"Well, at least you were defending her honor. Very admirable. Same to you boys. Although, I question how you were beat up by humans."
"Kelly has a strict no power policy."
"That imbecile? You listen to him?"
Lance shrugged. "As little as we can. But we don't want to get expelled."
"I assure you, leaving this dump would not harm you in the slightest. Nevertheless, I am proud of you all."
"What about Duncan?" Todd asked through his swollen lips.
Magneto's lips twisted into a frightening grin. "I will deal with him."
"No."
"Oh come on Charles. Just this once."
"I am not going to make Duncan Mathews believe that he's a squirrel for the rest of his life."
"Rest of his life? I never said that. I want two months."
"Tempting, but no."
"Oh – you're no fun. What's the point of having phenomenal psychic powers if you never use them?"
"I use them, just not for your schemes."
"I doubt that."
The two men were interrupted by Warren Worthington. Magneto scowled at the arrival. Warren didn't even notice Magneto, his eyes were glazed over.
"Here's the two million I owe you Professor," he said, handing over a check. Charles took it with a grin as Warren left. He cast a look at his old friend.
"You were saying?"
"I hate you."
Friday
7:00 pm
"Lucas! What a pleasant surprise!"
"Pleasure tae see you too, ye old coot."
"Better an old coot than a young wiper-snapper. By the way, I must say, your plan was genius. The French government is now paying me a million dollars a week to not wreck landmarks. And Italians are doubling it. Pure brilliance boy."
"Glad tae help. Where's Wanda?"
"I have no idea! Wanda! Lucas is here, don't keep the boy waiting!"
Wanda ran down the stairs, casting a confused glance at her father. "Sorry I'm late Lucas."
"It's alright. Pops was keeping me company."
"Really?" Wanda's eyebrow almost escaped from her forehead. She looped an arm around Lucas' head and passionately kissed him. When she broke the embrace, she looked at her father.
"Well, go on. Have fun. I'll see you later."
"What are you doing tonight?"
"Pyro and I are going to figure out exactly how carnies manage to con people out of their money. It'll be fun. But enough of me keeping you. Off you go!"
Thursday
7:30 pm
"What do you mean?"
Bobby Drake shrugged. "Just saying what I heard."
Magneto cast a dubious glance at the youth. "I think someone is pulling your leg."
"Kurt's never lied to me before."
Magneto's snowy eyebrow quirked upwards. "You honestly believe that there is a secret society in Bayville dedicated to the sole purpose of letting Wanda go out on dates?"
"I think its more like they want to cause you pain."
Magneto snorted in reply.
"Anyway, I just thought I'd warn you."
"I appreciate the concern. However, these cretins do not concern me. Besides, I like Lucas. I have no complaints with him going out with Wanda."
Bobby's eyebrows twisted in confusion. "But he's not going out with Wanda."
Magneto snorted, this time in amusement. "I think I know whom my daughter is dating. He was here last Friday."
"Yeah. Last Friday they were going out. They broke up two days ago."
"What?"
"Yeah. Lucas has been over at the Institute, crying to the Professor. Its kinda sad."
"He was crying?"
"Until Logan gave him a barrel of whisky. Then he just passed out."
"She dumped him? Why?"
"No idea."
Magneto eyes glazed over as he sat in thought. His pensive gaze directed at his desk. Suddenly his eyes snapped up as determination overtook his features. It was a look Bobby had seen before.
"Then we have only one choice. We need to get them back together."
Friday
3:30 pm
"You want to get them back together?" Pietro asked incredulously.
"Yes."
"And you're going to help? Why?"
"I like Lucas."
"So why is he here?" Pietro thrust his thumb in the direction of Forge, who was tinkering on some type of gizmo in the living room.
"He came highly recommended."
"By who?"
Magneto was unable to answer the question, as Fred emerged from the kitchen, clad in white apron and chef hat.
"I refuse to work like this!"
"What's wrong Fred?"
"I can't handle these conditions. I will not work with them!"
"And what exactly are you talking about?"
"You only have sixteen inch pans. My contract clearly states that I only use seventeen inch pans."
"Are you serious?"
"One more thing! Todd is letting bugs near my food!"
"We'll get them out."
"One more thing! Pyro is screwing around with my oven!"
Magneto sighed and turned to face his son. "Get Todd to remove the bugs. Get Pyro away from any kind of flame. And you," he turned to face Fred, "get back in the kitchen!"
The boys scurried away to do their tasks as Forge finished with whatever he was working on.
"Done!"
Magneto turned to look at the inventor. He was wary of the boy, mostly because he acted like he was still in the seventies. Even having heard Forge's story, Magneto was slightly creeped out by him.
"Really? Will it work?"
"Absolutely."
Had Magneto been up to his usual mental standards he would have recalled the advice he was given by Logan and Xavier the previous day.
"Remember, when he's talking about any machine he's working on, he always fibs. It'll just not work the way it should," Logan had said.
Xavier had been much more succinct. "It'll backfire and explode."
But Magneto did not recall this. Instead, he was delighted by the news. "So what exactly will happen?"
"Well, once the door is opened, all the candles in the house will light up, bouquets of flowers will appear, romantic music will start to play, lots of jewelry will drape around Wanda's neck. Stuff like that."
"Really? That's brilliant. You're a genius."
"Well, I try."
"No. I mean it. Pure brilliance. If this works, when I take over the world, you can have Canada." 2
"That's considerate. Alright, I promised Logan the first round was on me."
"You can drink?"
"Yeah. I'm thirty years old. I told you this."
"I thought you were joking. I laughed about it when you weren't around."
Forge rolled his eyes and muttered to himself as he walked out.
6:30 pm
"Now, does everyone remember the plan?" Magneto asked the Brotherhood.
"We're supposed to go out and stay out all evening," Lance replied.
Magneto nodded. "Exactly. No one is to interfere with this dinner. Anyone who does will face my wrath. And the kindest thing I will do to that perpetrator will be castration. Am I clear?"
"Yes sir."
"Good. Now off you go. Have fun. Cause chaos. Make the X-Men's lives miserable. Whatever you feel like doing."
"What about you?" Pietro asked.
"I'm not staying. I'm going to let Lucas in and then I'm taking off too. No worries. Speaking of which, are you ready Lucas?"
The boy nodded, determined to succeed. Magneto allowed himself a wide grin – everything was going according to plan.
10:30 pm
Magneto pulled into the driveway. He couldn't believe what he was looking at. Where his house once was, now stood a pile of smoking and burning wood and brick. Standing in front of his car was a much crispier looking Lucas, his clothes torn and burned, alongside his daughter, who was looking severely cross.
Magneto swallowed and got out of the car. "What happened?"
"That crappy device ya put intae your house exploded! And Aye've had it! With her! And with you!" Lucas shouted as he floated off.
Magneto looked at him go sadly. Then he turned to Wanda. "You know something, I really did like him."
Wanda glared. "He was a self absorbed, rude asshole."
Magneto nodded. "I guess you're right." He turned to look at the shrinking figure of Lucas. Reaching out with his powers, he picked up his car and hurled it at the unsuspecting boy, landing a direct hit.
He turned to face Wanda. "So how was your evening?"
1 – Taken directly from Last Action Hero
2 – Magneto makes this offer to Forge in one of the comics. Can't remember which one though
