Scott Summers is pissed off. All he wanted to do was go get drunk and wallow in his sadness. All he wanted to do was escape Cyclops, escape the X-Men, escape his entire life in a haze of alcohol and the world wouldn't even give him that. Here's Wanda, WANDA of all people, telling him to get his head out of his ass? His words are littered with venom as he lashes out at her, "Like I'm gonna let some little psycho, tell me how to improve my life!" He growls, "No wonder your own family can't even stand you!" . She looks like a punch in the gut would have hurt her less as he grabs his jacket and keys and makes his way back out to the jeep.

"Whoa there, Chuckles. There is no way in hell that I'm letting you drive two sheets to the wind !" She blocks him as he tries to leave and he can hear the pain in her voice and see it in her eyes and even in his haze there is a bolt of regret that shoots through his gut .He slams his shoulder into her , spinning her almost completely around as he pushes past her. He hears her audibly sigh with annoyance as he goes to step on the jeep's sidebar and somehow misses it. His last thought is 'riggght, Hex Power' as his chin hits what his foot just missed and the rest is blackness.

He awakens in the morning, laying in his own bed . His head feels horrible and his mouth tastes like puke and copper. He looks towards his stand to see it is now 2 in the afternoon and he thanks god it is a Sunday so it's a day off. He eyes shoot beside the clock to see a bottle of Advil, a bottle of water, and a note. He pops the pills in his mouth and sucks back the water like its the last on earth as he reads:

Dear Idiot,

I've laid you on your back so hopefully you don't swallow your tongue. Next time you push me like that I won't let you get off so easily. Despite your best efforts , I got you home in one piece and quietly enough that the rest of the mansion doesn't know what an ass you are. I got the jeep this morning so you owe me cab fare before you even think of getting your keys back. Also , I would suggest you have a shower, you smell and look like s**t. Have A Great Day !

Wanda

He then remembered the actions of last night and ran towards the bathroom . His hangover wasn't that bad , he knew he was just so disgusted with himself that it turned his stomach . She had reached out to him , bared her soul to him and he had spit in her face . He had mocked her pain and that made him feel worse than the pounding in his head. He dragged his sorry ass into the shower and leaned against the wall as the steaming water poured over his aching body.

What would he say to her? How could he even make up for what he had said? He knew he would have to apologize, even if she did never forgive him.

He quickly dressed and searched the grounds for her. She was by herself in one of the training rooms and she was most definitely taking out her frustrations on the punching bag. He approached her, and when she gave no sign of acknowledgment he coughed and his hand rubbed the back of his neck furiously. Her "yeah?" sounded annoyed and off-putting to Scott and she punched the bag a little harder but still did not look at him. Scott was determined and pushed on.

" Look Wanda, I was a world-class jerk last night and I wanted to say how sorry I was . You were just trying to help and I was just a... a.. " He nervously spouted.

"jackass" Wanda replied as she hammered her left foot into the side of the bag.

"a thoughtless pig" another hard right with her fist

"just..." crack "plain ..." slam "MEAN..." her eyes crackled fifty different shades of crimson as the bag exploded with her last punch.

" All of it and much much more, Wanda. You cared enough to share your feelings with me and I pretty much treated you like garbage. I am an idiot and I hope one day you'll be able to forgive my stupidity" Scott sighed and felt a little bit better.

" I don't know, Summers" She grabbed her towel and water and walked towards the door. Scotts shoulders slumped a little as she made her way out the door. "Come back tomorrow and we'll see how much more you can grovel" She said without looking back.

Luckily Scott didn't have any classes to teach at 3 pm for the rest of the week so from 3-5 pm every day he reserved the room and they would train one on one. Whether it was holding her punching bag, spotting her on the weights or being her sparring partner he swore that he would never ever betray her trust again if she gave him another chance at her friendship

Every day he felt bruised from head to toe.

Every day he felt a little bit better about himself.

Because eventually her scowl became a smile.

Eventually, the dead silence became banter and laughter.

She eventually invited him out on the morning run with Kurt and Kitty. That soon transformed into a morning run with the whole team. The run was eventually proceeded with more conversations at the breakfast table.

Scott learned something new about his team every day. He learned about Ororo's love of birds, about Hank's never-ending almost infuriating quest to finally beat Piotr at a game of chess, Bobby's pranks on Kurt and Kitty.

This went on for months and the team just became closer and closer . Eventually it dawned on Scott that they had become the family he had always thought was missing. They had drifted apart over the years and through all the tragedies that found them and the were finally healing the wounds that none of them realized were there.

Wanda had went from being the person he had hurt the most to his best friend. She waited for him by his class every day and he finally encouraged her and she was assisting him with his worload and he even let her try her hand at teaching. She spoke for hours to her class about poetry with a fire that had them all enraptured , even Scott himself.

He was tired of being a stick in the mud, he decided that he needed to seize more moments in his life. He decided to throw caution to the wind one session with Wanda and just kissed her because he felt like it.

She slapped him and ran from the room in shock.