Wanda descended the stairs pulling on her coat. She landed on the ground floor and examined the situation in front of her.
Lance was currently sitting on a bench next to the front door. He wore his hoodie and leather jacket and ran his fingers through his hair, while his lovely wife playfully slapped his hand and pulled his hair into a loose pony tail. A few strands escaped and rested along the left side of his face.
Wanda chuckled, "Where are you two going?"
Regan looked up at the resident witch and smiled, "Lance decided to take me out tonight," she adjusted her own leather jacket, "He's just the sweetest thing."
Wanda peeked an eyebrow, "Really? Could you give several examples or provide video footage?"
Regan smirked at the other woman, but before a witty response could be issued Todd leapt over the rail and onto the floor between the two women holding two shirts.
"I asked her to the movies yo," he said in a panicky voice, "Which shirt should I wear? The brown one or the yellow one?" he held each one to his chest.
"Don't worry about it Todd, it's gonna be dark she won't notice," Lance said with a smile.
Regan glared at her husband then quickly turned back to Todd, "Don't listen to him, women always examine how their dates look. Do you need a ride?" she asked, "We're headed there as well."
Gears began turning in Wanda's head, "Wait, are we all going to the movies?"
Lance, Regan, and Todd exchanged looks.
"Looks loihke we're gonna have company Sheila," St. John said with a smile.
-A few minutes later-
Pietro dashed down the stairs, into the living room, and stopped only when the remote was in his hands. He sat on a brand new suede couch his feet kicked up on the coffee table and began flipping though the channels as quickly as they showed up.
He finally settled on watching a Scooby-Doo marathon. He then patted the cushion next to him, "It's not the same."
"What's not the same?"
Pietro looked up, now face to face with Karima, "We have to put a bell on you."
She smiled as she sat down next to him and snuggle against his arm, "Where is everyone?"
"Mystique's on a business meeting, Freddy went to get groceries, and the others are at the movies," he said indifference apparent in his voice.
"Why didn't you go out too?" she asked, trying to probe the speedster's mind.
"I'd rather hang out with you at home," he said with a smile, without missing a beat.
Karima stared at him for a moment trying to read his emotions, she knew he was still hurt, but she also knew she could do little to help him. So, she rested her head on his shoulder and continued to watch the T.V. with him.
-Several minutes later at the movie theatre-
Lance and Regan sat in the back of the theatre in the very last row, all the way against the left side of the wall. Lance had his arm wrapped around Regan's shoulder somewhat possessively. Regan had a bucket of popcorn in her lap and would toss a kernel into her mouth ever so carelessly.
She looked at her husband, "Why did you pick these seats?" she asked.
Her question was quickly answered with a kiss, "Better view," he responded with a smirk.
Regan smiled at him, "Did you see how much Wanda got to snack on?" she asked, "I had no idea a woman as trim as her could eat so much."
Lance nodded, "Yeah the day she showed up at the Boarding House, we all just watched her eat. Even Pietro was surprised," he began rubbing his chin, "Only thing is, I can't figure out where she puts it all."
"I think it all goes to her boobs," Lance looked at her, "What?" she asked defensively, "You have a better theory?"
Lance stared at the screen, afraid to answer.
On the other side of the theatre Wanda sat next to Amara against the opposite wall.
Wanda sat with her head tilted back literally chugging various chocolate candies.
"Dammit Sheila, oih can't breathe," St. John exclaimed between brief moments of chewing, "Where'd you learn to eat, with a pack of dingos?"
Wanda reached for the cardboard trey and grabbed something warm wrapped in foil.
"Oh no, not the hotdog," St. John said as she unwrapped the hotdog, "Can you at least put mustard on it?" he pleaded, Wanda then unhinged her jaw like an anaconda, "Have you no mercy woman?"
-Several minutes later-
Wanda leaned back into her chair now chewing a piece of gum, several empty boxes, pieces of foil and a cardboard trey lay at her feet.
"The horror," St. John whispered, "The unholy horror."
"Calm down, John," Wanda said with a content smile, "It was just a tiny snack."
"A snack that could put Freddy to sleep!" he exclaimed.
Wanda only smiled and continued to watch the previews, when suddenly she felt something on her thigh. She looked down to see a hand squeezing her thigh, her head shot up to see Amara staring at her with a smile on her face.
"What are you doing?" Wanda asked with a confused face.
"Can I talk to Johnny?" Amara asked hope apparent in her voice.
Wanda's arm snaked around the other girl's shoulder, and pulled her closer to Wanda's chest, "Hello 'Mara."
Amara smiled and set her head on his shoulder, "I missed you Johnny," as she finished her statement she wrapped her arms around his stomach, and gave him a light squeeze.
He reached out with his hand picked her chin up, so he could look her in the eyes, "Oih'm here now love, and oih don't plan on goin' anywhere," he slowly closed the gap between then and placed a long passionate kiss on her lips.
"Wow."
"Wanda?" Amara questioned.
"You really love him don't you?" she asked in response.
Amara smiled, "I really, truly do."
Wanda sat back into her chair with a sigh.
'What wrong Sheila?' St. John asked as he appeared in front of her in typical ghost fashion.
Wanda looked up at him with sad eyes, 'John…' she paused for a moment, 'I swear that I'm going to find some way to help you,' she smiled at him, 'She doesn't deserve the pain of being without you.'
As she finished her thought Amara leaned her back on Wanda's shoulder.
'Thanks Sheila, oih owe you one,' St. John said as he entered Wanda's body.
St. John then placed a small kiss on her forehead.
-Meanwhile-
Sitting in the middle of the theatre, Todd had long ago wrapped an arm around his date. Her head rested affectionately on his shoulder, while his head rested atop hers.
She reached for his hand, and intertwined her fingers in his, "Thank ye for taking me out," she said into the crook of his neck.
Todd smiled, "I missed you," he said in a whisper, "We don't get to spend a lot of time together."
"Aye, aye have maye training, and ye have yer new business," she said in a rather sad tone.
"But we make it work," he said with a smile.
"Aye," she said affectionately.
-A few hours later in the classiest hotel room at the classiest hotel in all of Bayville-
Raven lay in the hotel bed, the blankets clutched in her hands. Her mouth was shaped into a small 'O' while she gazed up at the ceiling with glazed over eyes.
"Wow," Raven said with a genuine smile.
Next to the glowing blue woman sat a brunette woman slipping on her bra, then her shirt, and finally a pair of black sunglasses.
"Where are you going Irene?" Raven asked curiosity emanating from her voice.
Irene turned back to her and smiled surreally, "I sense a vision approaching, it may be the one you are waiting for," she said as she made her way to a near by table.
Raven watched as the woman pulled out a chair and sat in it in one fluid motion, "I love it when you do that."
Irene sat at the table her hands in her lap, "I know, Raven," she said with a slight smirk, "I simply let my mind see what my eyes are no longer capable of seeing."
After finishing her statement, she seemed to slip into a meditative state. She sat there for several minutes until a rather large smile crept onto her face.
"Raven?" she questioned.
Raven looked at the woman, "Yes Destiny?"
"I foresee you losing a son," Raven's face twisted to worry, "But you will gain one you have lost," Irene said.
Raven sat up in the bed and stared at the woman for a few seconds, "Lost?" she questioned hope present in her eyes, "Do you mean?"
Irene only nodded.
-Meanwhile at the Boarding House-
Pietro still sat on the couch, his head leaning slightly to the right. His breathing was slow and rhythmic. The fastest insomniac alive was finally sleeping. And Karima couldn't be happier.
She watched him as he slept, she couldn't quite figure out how this boy captured her attention. She wouldn't call it romantic, but she couldn't exactly expel the possibility all together, could she?
For now all she wanted from him was friendship. He was, after all, the first person to reassure her of her humanity.
She looked down at her cybernetic right arm. She shifted it to her plasma cannon, then back to her hand, then to her cannon, and finally back into her hand. She smiled at her reflection, for once being content with her appearance.
Before she could settle against Pietro's chest a knock came at the door. She hovered off of the couch and towards the door, as to not awaken the sleeping speedster.
"Hello?" she asked as she opened the door.
"Karima Shapandar?" she nodded, "Would you like to save lives?"
A/N: Sorry for the lateness.