Disclaimer: If I owned X-men Evo, I think by now, Pietro would be WELL out of the closet. As it is, I don't own them, just the ability to bend them to my will. Lietro , a bit of early morning sap for your pancakes!

            Pietro's alarm clock never worked right. Even if it did, he doubted it would make much of a difference. He hated his alarm clock anyways. It was hideous, and it buzzed weird; like a constant 'zzt' in the back of his head. Of course, he'd never get rid of it; it had been a gift from Lance last Christmas. He liked it, in a...platonic, tolerating way. Too bad it was loud and annoying and half an hour off.

"Pietro, turn off your alarm. We've got a snow day." Lance called, most likely from downstairs. At least, that's where his voice was coming from, and when Pietro arrived downstairs moments later, he found that his presumption was correct.

"Lance, are you making bacon?" the younger teen asked. Lance nodded, and Pietro peered over his shoulder. "Hungry? There's only two of us here, you know." Lance rolled his eyes, putting the bacon stripes onto a plate. Todd, Freddy and Wanda were on a mission for Magneto in the Bahamas, and when Lance and Pietro had returned from their own latest mission, the house was empty.

"Yeah, well, I happen to like bacon. Shut up."  Pietro made a face.

"Don't be so mean, Lance." He stated, and the older boy smiled.

"Sorry. Your just annoying this early in the morning, what with your fast talking and mean comments." Pietro took immediate offence to this, of course.

"Well, your no cup of tea yourself, now, are you?"

Lance rolled his eyes.

"I didn't mean it that way, Pie. I'm sorry?"

Pietro nodded.

"You bet you are. You'd better make it up to me, too."

Lance smiled at this. Pietro had a fun way of making these sort of things easy.

" Oh? Like what?" Pietro smiled, wrapping an arm around Lance's waist.

"Oh, you know. Stuff."

Lance turned around, placing both hands on either side of Pietro's pale face and placing a

deep kiss on his lips.

"Let me finish cooking breakfast, 'Tro, and I'll more then make it up to you."

Pietro sat down at the table, beaming. Well, maybe sometimes the alarm woke him up at just the right time…