Where you least Expect help..:

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Wanda had kept her ears to the ground, alert for either Charles's Xmen's activity or her fathers Brotherhood, trying to keep her self nearby when she knew things were to happen. But in this case it was simple luck (oh strange luck.) that had her in Paris in time to see the first explosion rock Mon Mont, her instinct had her already running before what she was running to registered. 

Wanda knew the mutant that called the district home, Adam Dupont, she had infact even told Charles about him based on a conversation the she had with him a few weeks prior, he had wanted time to take care of his life here in Paris before leaving since he had been under no immediate threat. Wanda skidded to a halt eyes wide at the destruction. Oh Adam.. she wished the burning building infront of her was the worst thing she had ever seen.  Useing her mutation to shore up a safe path she searched the house for survivors.  A familiar black uniform was the only sign of life. Oh no... so the xmen had attempted to bring him in. 

Wanda managed to get Scott? She thought she recognized him from the school in his youth but there had been so many children, but his mutation was rather memorable. Back to her clinic/flat, "Its ok, your safe, I promise, everything will be ok." she whispered soothingly making sure his visor was on as she undressed him to assess his injuries. 

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Scott

[summers]

Scott had been unconscious for a couple of hours, lying there in the burnt house of Adam Dupont, the mutant he had been sent to speak to. The meeting hadn't gone well, and Adam had gotten scared when Scott had turned up, complete in his full X-Men regalia. The frightened boy had let go of his powers and Scott had taken the brunt of it, the house may have been burning but at least it was still standing, unlike the unconscious Cyclops, who had attempted to crawl out of the house after Adam had blew the place up, only to be hit on the head by a flailing piece of furniture. Out cold, it was lucky that anyone had found Scott at all. But today was his lucky day.

Awaking slowly, the world spinning in front of his eyes, and a headache as bad as the morning-after-drinking-the-night-before with Wolverine, the X-Men leader tried to lift his head up, only for his energy-less body to fail him and allow his head to fall back down onto a cushion underneath. Eyes closed, face frowning, Scott lay there, trying to remember what had happened to him. Scott relayed his thoughts to what he could last remember; he had been sent to speak to a young mutant called Adam Dupont. He remembered that part, but had to really concentrate to try to remember. Scott recalled arriving at the house just outside of Paris, only to find the sounds of crying and weeping coming from inside. He'd knocked on the door a few times, shouted too, but the weeping continued and nobody responded. It was at this point that Scott had tried to gain entry to the house, and that was the last thing he remembered.

But now, where was he? Someone had saved him, that was for sure; he was no longer in the Dupont house. Opening his eyes, Scott saw the outline of a girl, beautiful eyes and long, flowing hair coming towards him, against a backdrop of bright, shining light coming from the open window on the far side of the room.

"Its ok, you're safe, I promise, everything will be ok." She spoke with a soft, soothing voice, and she began to take off the upper part of his X uniform to tend to his sore body.

"Who, who are you? I recognise you, but..." Scott's voice was thin and crackling, he had just awoken from being out cold for a couple of hours and he was still unsure whether he had even properly woken up, or whether he was dreaming.

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Wanda ran her hands over his exposed chest, checking his ribs for cracks the boy was covered in bruises, only his uniform had protected him from major burn, but she could see a singed patch here and there that she would have to cut off to verify if he was burned. "Who, who are you? I recognize you, but..." Ah? So he did remember her at least a little from the mansion, she had not been back in about six years long enough for the boy to become part of the xmen apparently. 

"Wanda, Wanda Bedi. I use to work with Charles." she smiled softly running her hands through his hair she winced feeling the goose egg forming. "You are hurt, was there anyone else with you?" she asked concerned, she had only seen him in the wreckage, and she was worried there might be another mutant on his way to one the of Paris hospitals. If there was, she would have to work quickly. Wanda placed the gauze patch on the back of head wrapping a long bandage around him to secure it. 

Smoke inhalation... she hooked a foot around the O2 tank to bring it closer, times like this she wished she could trust more people, another set of hands would be damn useful. 

[summers]

Scott lay there as his attractive 'nurse' assisted his injuries. His entire body felt sore, as if it had suffered from some kind of impact trauma. He still couldn't remember what it was that happened back at the house. He could just about recall the young French mutant's face, a worried, almost terrified face. The face of someone who was perhaps not in control of their own self, or their abilities.

The bruises on Scott's body were painful to the touch, and as Wanda brushed them softly he tried his best not to flinch. But now and again, as he felt the odd sharp pain, his body jerked slightly and tensed up, Scott's jaw clenching each time.

"Wanda, Wanda Bedi. I used to work with Charles."

The X-Man's eyes squinted as he searched his memory for Wanda. Worked for Charles? When was this? Had Scott already met this girl in his past? He continued to search through his mind, before he remembered something, a good few years ago, when he was still a teenage student at the Institute. Wanda. This was Magneto's daughter.

"You are hurt, was there anyone else with you?" She spoke with a cool, relaxed tone, a calm amongst the storm of his injuries.

"No, I was alone... I think." The truth was, Scott couldn't remember if anyone else was in the house, along with Adam. "Wait, yeah, there was someone else there. A woman, but I can't remember clearly enough..." Scott tried to raise himself up, to attempt to get to his feet, but he grimaced from the pain in his back and his body fell back down on to the bed.

"How did you find me, Wanda? And why are you helping me?" The mutant known as Cyclops remembered that Wanda was Magneto's daughter, and assumed her allegiance was with her father. "You're not going to turn me over to your dad are you?" Scott began to feel alerted to the fact Wanda's intentions may not be as honourable as he had first thought. Trust was a rarity in the lives of mutants, a human quality that was very difficult to both gain, and offer.

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"No, I was alone... I think."
Oh thank god...
"Wait, yeah, there was someone else there. A woman, but I can't remember clearly enough..."
Damn it! 'a woman' so probably not a member of his team...Adam didn't have a girlfriend...god someone from the Brotherhood? Or a Human?

Wanda pressed down lightly when he tried to rise, she might be in her forties but that didn't mean she did not notice how well...built he was under her hands, even bruised and battered he was very hansom. "Stay still, let me finish checking your wounds." she ordered voice a calm counter point to her furiously working mind. 


"How did you find me, Wanda? And why are you helping me?"
Why would he ask that? I said I worked with Charles, that should be an answer-

 "You're not going to turn me over to your dad are you?"

Oh. Wanda stiffened, suppressing a snarl, "No." she bit out "I don't...he doesn't." with sharp angry movements she pulled the gloves off her hands. "I'm not one of his good little terrorists." she finished.


Wanda pulled out a button up shirt and a set of gray dress slacks, "Get dressed in something less obvious." she tossed them at him. She had taken him to one of her safe houses, which meant unfortunately it was just a studio apartment, one large room with a small bath/shower. And in Paris even having a shower IN her apartment was a miracle. 

Wanda was herself already looking though her dresser for the forged police papers she had bought. If she was going hunting for another woman, mutant or otherwise. She first needed to know what the 'normal' authorities had found. 

[summers]

As soon as Scott had mentioned Magneto, the mood in the room fell rather awkward, as Wanda spoke and ripped away at her gloves. It seemed the very mention of his name had seriously affected her, like a fury had swept across her and had afflicted her emotions.

"I'm not one of his good little terrorists."

As she strode across the room, Scott tried to offer an apology, beginning with, "Look I'm sorry..." and ending with, "... okay I won't mention it again!" spliced between Wanda ordering the barely-able-to-move Cyclops to get dressed. Tossing clothes at him, the shirt opening up as it fell right onto Scott's head, covering his face. A muffled voice spoke from underneath.

"What's your plan here," Wanda was rooting in a drawer, as the X-Man swept the shirt from his head so he could see the room again. "Are we going after the girl? I can barely remember what she looked like..." Scott sat up and put on the shirt, wincing slightly from the bruising on his muscular torso. Standing up and slipping on the slacks, Scott tried to distinguish the girl in his mind, recalling the moment he saw her. Just before the place went boom...

"She was laughing, I remember that. I knocked on the door, the place was dead, I couldn't hear a thing." Holding his hand to his head, Scott turned his head from side to side, trying his best to re-imagine what had happened before the explosion.

"So I knocked again, shouted 'hello' once or twice. Then I heard a scream, a girl screaming. I crashed through the door, the whole place was on fire, and then I saw the girl..." Scott stood still for a moment, as if entranced by the recollection of her face. All of sudden, Scott jerked his whole body, letting out a long screech, like he was in absolute agony."Nooooo! Get out of my head!!" Slamming himself down on a chair aside him, he raised his head slowly and looked blankly across at Wanda. Tears began to stream down his cheeks from under his ruby-quarts glasses, falling completely silent, as if someone had hypnotised him and he'd instantly fell into a daze. In his mind, all he could see were his worst nightmares, all together at once, hellish scenes of horror swarming around inside his head. Then, he fainted and fell down to the floor, once more out cold.

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Wanda had found her ID, and was checking the folder as Scott tried piece together the night, she actually wasn't planning on taking him with her, and was about to tell him so when he started screaming. Wanda rushed over trying to stop him from hurting himself as he cried out for someone to get out of his head Telepath? Shit. Wanda had no real defense from telepaths besides distance and... She reached out with her mutation, doing this blind was risky as hell but she could effect the odds of who ever it was finding Scotts mind. 

Wanda's hands shed red light as she placed them around his temples, pushing her mutation out to throw bad luck at who ever was connected to him. "Scott, look at me." she tilted his head up it was hard to see his eyes behind the ruby glass. "I know its hard but help me. Focus on me. See me. Feel me." 

Chaos magic, was what she was, changing the strings of fate. Scott collapsed on the floor her hands still around his face, on his way down her had gripped her blouse tearing it open, Wanda did not notice such was her concentration, 
she pillowed his head in her lap stroking his hair. If he was going to be attacked or have another seizure this was the best place for him. She frowned waiting for an attack on herself as well, or for Scott to wake up again,  if the woman knew her...

[summers]

As Scott lay comatose in Wanda's arms, her hand stroking his hair as his face frowned intensely, his mouth open and his teeth grinding together, he fell into some kind of dtraneg dream. In his mind there was darkness, nothing to see, no light or anything, in every direction. Floating in complete blackness, unable to move his body, the X-Man focused on a small pin-prick of light, what seemed like eons away from him. Focusing on the light, it began to grow in size, as if he was moving towards it at an incredible rate. Accelerating, moving faster and faster towards it, the light grew until Scott was right in front of it, until he could make out what it was.

"Hello? Are you okay?" Scott could make out a young girl, a teenager, no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, sitting on a wooden chair, facing away from him. It sounded like she was crying, tiny delicate wimperings barely audible, but bouncing around the darkness like the acoustics in a great music hall.

"You were at the house, weren't you? It was you, whose face I saw before..." Just at that moment, the girl stopped crying, silence filling the atmosphere, creating a tension that could only be sensed. 

"Yes," whispered the girl. "You came to take him away. But he's all I have got left..." Her voice crackled through into Scott's mind, echoing with each word until they faded away.

Scott tried to speak back to her, but found that his mouth was stiff, as if a spell had been put on him disallowing him from being able to speak. Trying to move his body, Scott realised he had lost all ability to move, like each and every muscle had been frozen, all except for his eyes. Terrified, he tried to speak, but only gargling sounds came from his throat, before he noticed that the girl had stood up and was turning around very slowly.

She whispered again, her voice reverberating in the solid darkness so loudly Scott felt like he might go deaf. "Leave us alone, or I will make you suffer all of your worst nightmares at once..." The girl's dark hair spun slowly and creepily, until Scott could see her profile. Just as she was about to turn and face him, Scott heard Wanda's voice, echoing in the darkness.

"Wanda, I can hear you, where are you?" he could speak again, and he could turn his head from left to right, desperately searching for where he could hear Wanda.

"See me, feel me..." he voice echoed, until Scott couldn't see anything anymore, the girl had disappeared and the darkness slowly changed into bright, blinding light. "Feel me..." Wanda's voice echoed, before all of a sudden Scott awoke, sweat beading down his forehead. He was lying on the floor, Wanda holding his head. Seeing her, face the X-Man, breathed a huge sigh, a wave of relief passing over him as he came to.

"What... what happened?" his quivering voice showed he was shaken, and he could barely remember the dream, but his aching body was rid of the tension that had left him unable to move in the dream.

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Wanda could feel  the moment when who ever or what ever released Scott, his whole body relaxed, the fearful concentration on his face slipped away, as he pulled loose or was released. The red light from her hands faded away, she wasn't sure if she had been the one to help or if his mental captor had simply finished with him. Her hands continued to brush over his sweat damp brow tenderly. 

"You were attacked, mentally." she responded to his request to know what had transpired. "Do you remember what happened? Who was it? Did they talk to you at all?" she wondered, or had he just been tortured? She kept a hand on his shoulder the other on his forehead, "Don't try to move yet." she warned, he had been through a lot. Mentally and physically, her preoccupation in what had happened that she was only now started to feel the slight breeze over her exposed chest, only her bra preserving what little modesty she had to begin with. 

Was he himself? If it was a telepath..he could be their unwitting puppet. And there is no way for me to tell...damn it!