I will never grow old | X-Men: Days of Future Past | Wanda Maximoff | 699 words | Gen
There's a multi fandom women comment ficathon over at fluffyfrolicker 's journal:
A multi fandom women comment ficathon (#3)
(click on the picture) One of the prompts was "any,
Here comes a storm in the form of a girl
She's the finest sweetest thing in the world
And that was the prompt I wrote the fic I mentionned in this entry (ie, the one with the maths). I needed to write something fast and fun, because I'm a bit stressed right now, what with stepping up for
nightonficmountain and all the rest.
When Wanda is nine minutes old, her brother is born.
When Wanda is nine years old, her brother is eighteen and breaks into the Pentagon.
Live fast, die young, the quote goes and Pietro -- Peter, his name is Peter now -- is very very good at the first and well on his way to the second.
Wanda and Piet--Peter were the same age until they were five, but then Wanda got her math tricks and Pietro got his speed. Wanda doesn't know how the speed correlates to the rapid aging exactly (could be he only ages when he runs, could be he just ages faster in general. It doesn't matter. Peter is always running), but she knows they're linked: Peter was seven by the time she was six, almost ten when she was seven and thirteen before she was eight.
She's nine now and there are people on TV calling themselves mutants and shooting at the President and all Wanda can think, wrapped tight in her brother's arm, is that her brother is quite literally aging at an exponential rate.
She worked it out, best as she could, and the formula is: P = f(W) where P is Peter's age, W is Wanda's age and f(W) = exp(0.32115W).
That means he's going to be twenty-four by the time she's ten, sixty-five before she's thirteen and dead before her eighteenth's birthday, even if he were to live to what would be three hundred in normal time. His hair is going white already and she doesn't know if he'll live to be a hundred (normal time).
That gives her until she's fourteen and a half to save her brother.
It's just maths. It shouldn't take her that long.
She'd do it right now (all she has to do is shift the equation, slow down his aging to P = g(W) = exp(0.034657W) (well alright, P = g(W) = exp(0.034657W) + 18), so they'll both be twenty at the same time. She hopes that means they won't have to move again, because they had to move when Pietro was aging too fast and now he's Peter instead.), but she's not good enough yet, especially not with organics or complex systems and her brother might be a poopyhead sometimes, but he's still organic and a complex system.
Doesn't mean he's smart, though. He's just structurally complex like all people are. Dumb as a brick, her brother is. Still her brother.
So Wanda practices and practices and pratices and gets herself a cat. She's got enough practice on weather systems (that storm that uprooted Mrs McCluskey's oak tree was not her fault, no matter what Peter says) and simple organics (no more mosquitoes!) that she's ready to move on to a bigger organic. She's reasonably sure the cat won't explode.
She turns its fur from tabby to all black. (It doesn't explode.)
She's going as a witch for Halloween and the washing machine dyed all their clothes red, including her costume (she didn't do it! Not on purpose, at least), so a black cat is the best way to show people she's a witch, even if she's a scarlet witch.
Wanda's ten and Peter's twenty-four when she thinks she's finally ready to save his life.
She tells him what's happening to him and how she can fix it and what the risks are and he says yes, so she puts her arms around him and hugs him tight, even as she unravels the speed of his aging from the speed of his actions, keeping one intact and changing the other to P = h(W) = exp(0.053647W) (yes, alright, P = h(W) = exp(0.053647W) + 25). It might even be better for him than if she'd changed it last year, the shock to his system not that bad.
If this works, they'll be thirty at the same time. If it doesn't, it's the last time she'll ever hug her brother.
Even if it does work, it's the last time she'll hug her brother. he's big and mean and a poopyhead, so there.
It does work. Thy're thirty at the same time and their birthday party takes the world by storm. (She hugs him many times in the interim, poopyhead that he is.)
This entry was originally posted at http://dhampyresa.dreamwidth.org/40406.html and has
comments over there.
A multi fandom women comment ficathon (#3)
(click on the picture) One of the prompts was "any,
Here comes a storm in the form of a girl
She's the finest sweetest thing in the world
And that was the prompt I wrote the fic I mentionned in this entry (ie, the one with the maths). I needed to write something fast and fun, because I'm a bit stressed right now, what with stepping up for
nightonficmountain and all the rest.
When Wanda is nine minutes old, her brother is born.
When Wanda is nine years old, her brother is eighteen and breaks into the Pentagon.
Live fast, die young, the quote goes and Pietro -- Peter, his name is Peter now -- is very very good at the first and well on his way to the second.
Wanda and Piet--Peter were the same age until they were five, but then Wanda got her math tricks and Pietro got his speed. Wanda doesn't know how the speed correlates to the rapid aging exactly (could be he only ages when he runs, could be he just ages faster in general. It doesn't matter. Peter is always running), but she knows they're linked: Peter was seven by the time she was six, almost ten when she was seven and thirteen before she was eight.
She's nine now and there are people on TV calling themselves mutants and shooting at the President and all Wanda can think, wrapped tight in her brother's arm, is that her brother is quite literally aging at an exponential rate.
She worked it out, best as she could, and the formula is: P = f(W) where P is Peter's age, W is Wanda's age and f(W) = exp(0.32115W).
That means he's going to be twenty-four by the time she's ten, sixty-five before she's thirteen and dead before her eighteenth's birthday, even if he were to live to what would be three hundred in normal time. His hair is going white already and she doesn't know if he'll live to be a hundred (normal time).
That gives her until she's fourteen and a half to save her brother.
It's just maths. It shouldn't take her that long.
She'd do it right now (all she has to do is shift the equation, slow down his aging to P = g(W) = exp(0.034657W) (well alright, P = g(W) = exp(0.034657W) + 18), so they'll both be twenty at the same time. She hopes that means they won't have to move again, because they had to move when Pietro was aging too fast and now he's Peter instead.), but she's not good enough yet, especially not with organics or complex systems and her brother might be a poopyhead sometimes, but he's still organic and a complex system.
Doesn't mean he's smart, though. He's just structurally complex like all people are. Dumb as a brick, her brother is. Still her brother.
So Wanda practices and practices and pratices and gets herself a cat. She's got enough practice on weather systems (that storm that uprooted Mrs McCluskey's oak tree was not her fault, no matter what Peter says) and simple organics (no more mosquitoes!) that she's ready to move on to a bigger organic. She's reasonably sure the cat won't explode.
She turns its fur from tabby to all black. (It doesn't explode.)
She's going as a witch for Halloween and the washing machine dyed all their clothes red, including her costume (she didn't do it! Not on purpose, at least), so a black cat is the best way to show people she's a witch, even if she's a scarlet witch.
Wanda's ten and Peter's twenty-four when she thinks she's finally ready to save his life.
She tells him what's happening to him and how she can fix it and what the risks are and he says yes, so she puts her arms around him and hugs him tight, even as she unravels the speed of his aging from the speed of his actions, keeping one intact and changing the other to P = h(W) = exp(0.053647W) (yes, alright, P = h(W) = exp(0.053647W) + 25). It might even be better for him than if she'd changed it last year, the shock to his system not that bad.
If this works, they'll be thirty at the same time. If it doesn't, it's the last time she'll ever hug her brother.
Even if it does work, it's the last time she'll hug her brother. he's big and mean and a poopyhead, so there.
It does work. Thy're thirty at the same time and their birthday party takes the world by storm. (She hugs him many times in the interim, poopyhead that he is.)
This entry was originally posted at http://dhampyresa.dreamwidth.org/40406.html and has
comments over there.