Wanda, with her torn skirt and skinned knees, stood tall and defiantly before her father, her little arms stretched out, as if she was enough to stop twenty bullets from striking the President.

"Wanda!" Heather wailed again. She knew - no, no she didn't. She didn't know what Erik would do. She could see the conflict slip through his stone cold mask, but the guns didn't waver. He'd gone too far many times to 'help the mutants', so would killing his own child for standing in his way even faze him?

"Wanda," his voice was stern but very soft, so soft that Heather could barely hear it, "Go back to your mother."

"No, dad," she said, her voice shaking, "I can't let you do this. I can't let you hurt him."

There were a few whispers from the group of suited men, but they quickly died down, as Erik began to look uneasy. "Wanda," his voice was stronger now, more commanding, "You don't understand. Move. Now."

Wanda looked at him and for a split second, Heather thought she'd come running back. But instead, the little girl straightened her back and repeated once more, "No."


CHINA, 2023

"Wanda, if you go back, you'll die."

If it wasn't for her heartbeat, Wanda could have been sure that she was dead. A cold emptiness had spread throughout her body, with numbness taking over and freezing her from the inside out. In her mind, death couldn't be worse then being left behind, then losing everyone you ever cared for.

"I just did," she whispered absentmindedly.

Suddenly, she left a tight grip on her wrist, pulling her closer to the ground. Wanda looked at her father - finally looked at him closely - and was shocked by the torment and horror in his eyes. "Please, don't leave me."

One person, she had to remind herself, she had one person left in the world. The thought, however, did not lessen the hurt. Still, she simply nodded and sat next to the wounded old man. Magneto let out a shallow breath, before he began. "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For being a monster."

Wanda blinked, slowly looking back into her father's haunted eyes. "I hurt you and your brother so many times. And - and I hurt your mother too. I know I did. I thought I was doing the right thing for our kind - but I was only destroying my family," He glanced tearfully up at Charles, before adding, " - and my friends."

She was silent for a moment, wondering if she could ever truly forgive the man that sat before her. The man whose name she learned in her 5th grade history class. The man she cried over every night in middle school. The man who, when he met her for the first time, used his powers to bolt her to the wall of the Statue of Liberty to daggle helplessly for hours. She fought against him and his Brotherhood multiple times, the child like part of her begging him to recognize her and stop. But he never did.

Wanda knew she could never truly forgive him.

But Magneto was becoming more and more pale by the minute, and she could feel him struggling and grimancing in pain with each breath.

"Yes, I forgive you."

She could never truly forgive him, but at least she could let her father die in peace.


WASHINGTON D.C., 1973

The minute Erik turned away to look at Heather and Pietro, the President rushed forward, pulling Wanda into his arms. Heather's heart skipped a bit, her first thought being 'oh my god, he's going to use her as a shield', but watched as the man held up a gun and shot Erik.

Wanda let out a shriek as Erik collasped onto his knees, clutching his throat.

The President let Wanda go and the little girl hesitated, standing there and staring at her father in horror. Nixon, however, kept moving towards Erik before his skin turned blue and - Mystique, Mystique had been pretending to be the President. Heather watched in shock as the woman sent one judo kick to Erik's face, before turning and pointing the gun at Trask.

Wanda paused before she rushed away from her father to Heather's side. Heather threw her arms around her daughter immediately, almost crushing the girl against her chest. "Don't you ever do anything like that again, you hear me?" Heather nearly sobbed into Wanda's curls.

"Mom," Wanda said, more tears streaming down her face, "Uncle Charles says it's up to Raven now."


CHINA, 2023

Wanda could hear Bobby's screams and Kitty's sobs, she could feel every single step the Sentinels took within the room, but she didn't move from her spot beside her father.

She met the glowing eyes of the Sentinels when they finally reached them and she didn't realize she was crying until she felt the water drip off of her face. Wanda tightened her grip on Magneto's hand and closed her eyes, not wanting to see the flames.

She thought of her mother, her step father, Ana, Mateo, the X-Men... Pietro.

Wanda let out one last deep breath.


WASHINGTON, D.C., 1973

Raven dropping the gun was almost louder than any gunshot.

Heather let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding and blinked a few times in disbelief. Raven didn't kill Trask. The future was saved.

Raven reached down and pulled the helmet off of Erik's head, tossing it to the side, before calling out, "He's all yours, Charles."

Erik stood up suddenly, his eyes glazed over as he reached out and used his powers to lift the beams off of Charles. Hank hurried to Charles' side, helping him stand. At that moment, Heather felt Pietro begin to move. The little boy let out a groan, as he began to blink rapidly. "Pietro? Baby, are you alright?"

"My head hurts," he whined and Heather wanted to cry.

"I bet it does," she laughed tearfully, lightly tracing the huge bruise forming on his forehead, "It's gunna be fine, we're gunna get you to a hospital and you're be fine, I promise." Pietro sat up but his brown eyes widened and his face paled, as he nearly collasped back into his mother's lap. "Not so fast," Heather commented, before she slowly helped him lean against her.

Erik blinked a few times, before glancing over at Charles and Hank. "If you let them have me, I'm as good as dead. You know that."

"I know."

"Goodbye, old friend."

"Goodbye, Erik."

Erik finally turned to look at Heather and the children, and she could almost see the regret on his face. For a moment, she thought he'd call out to them, tell them he was sorry, tell them anything. But instead, he simply rised and floated away from the yawn, leaving them once more.

Heather closed her eyes, trying to will the disappointment and hurt away, before turning her attention back to the twins.


A/N: This was a crappy final chapter but I'm in an apartment with limited wifi and no dvd version of DOFP.

Also there's a longer author's note next, sorry.