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Wanda lies in wait for Scott in his office and demands something out of him. Scott doesn't mind but Pietro might. Oh well.



It wasn't really hiding, Wanda told herself as she settled into the chair in the corner of Scott's office. His light was on and his door was open so it was not like she was stalking him. But she knew he would be back in his office before he would go and relax with Jean and she had a thing or two to say to him.

Scott came down the hall, pausing as he saw the light on and the door open. He frowned, wondering just who was in his office. A few people had keys, true, but... "Wanda, did you pick the lock?" he asked in a certain amount of exasperation as he came in and saw her there waiting for him. "Or hex it?"

"Maybe a bit of a hex bolt," she said, smiling as he shut the door behind him and muttered at the lock. "Nothing bad enough to replace, though your door may need a little more oomf when closing. Besides, I leave the lock picking to someone who's better at it." Tilting her head, the smile faded a little. "Like my brother."

Scott raised an eyebrow at her. "Mmm. Let's say we cut through the, uh, foreplay. What can I do for you when it comes to your estimable brother?"

Leaning forward, she clasped her hands in front of her. "I want you to set up a meeting between us," she said simply.

Scott opened his mouth, then closed it again. "He's the one I'm going to have to convince," he said wryly. "I never wanted to keep you out of this, Wanda. I was the one who told you what he was doing with your father, remember?"

"Oh I know," Wanda replied, nodding. "But I read the mission report and as for your source..." She shrugged, spreading her hands. "I have not seen him since before our mother died, Scott, since he could not get away from Magneto--or I assume now since I did not know that before. It was been a very long time. I cannot contact him but you can."

Scott sighed and sank into his chair. "He's so determined to protect you," he said, "that part of me would like to do this just for the pleasure of giving you the opportunity to smack him upside the head for underestimating your ability to protect yourself."

"Oh, oh, please, may I?" Grinning, she leaned back in her chair. "I understand why he does this but I miss my brother. Despite Pietro being Pietro I do miss him. Too bad if you do decide to help me..." Flashing him a set of puppy dog eyes probably wouldn't hurt, she mused. "We could not do it in secret so I could surprise the idiot."

"I think," Scott said after a moment's thought, "that he needs to be reminded he's not the only one in your family who's fighting what your father represents. I think it would help, even if he's convinced himself that the best thing is to keep you out of it entirely."

Wanda beamed at him. "But as we both know, I am not out of it entirely, not with me being an X-Man. And isolating himself for me only makes this harder."

"I'm at the mercy of your logic," he said. "But you realize he's going to be very unhappy about this. Can we pretend you bullied me into it?"

"Scott, my brother knows me very well so getting him to believe I bullied you into this will not be very hard at all." She stopped. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," Scott said simply, and then smiled. "You realize, it might not be that difficult to surprise him... if I set up a meeting but you're the one there to greet him..."

If there was ever an evil look of glee, Wanda's was by far the best. "Why Scott, I think you just might be getting an extra special Christmas present this year," she said, rubbing her hands together.