It had been a week since last we saw our heroes. They have over come a great deal throughout their lives, and have proven to be strong individually but even more so as a family. Relationships have been strained and rebuilt. New members have been introduced to the family as well as the return of older members from far off lands.

-Boy's hall-

Wanda walked down the hall gathering unexpected looks from a few occupants. She smiled to herself as she continued her journey to the end of the hall. She stopped in front of Lance's bedroom door just as Regan stepped out into the hallway. The two girls exchanged a smile.

Regan smirked as she peered over Wanda's shoulder and saw the looks she had been attracting, "I guess they're still amazed at how easily you conquered Red."

Wanda smiled, "Oh it was an interesting battled, but I feel that both sides won," she smirked, "Yes, both sides definitely won," she finally turned her attention back to the open door, "So how's the patient?"

As if on cue a bedpan flew out of the room and hit the wall across the hall, "What do you mean I have to stay in bed another week!"

Regan sighed, "He's doing much better. Last time he could only throw the bedpan half way across the room."

Hank then spoke up, "Mr. Alvers please calm down. You don't want to rupture your stitches do you?" The girls walked into the room and Hank immediately took notice, "Mrs. Alvers would you please explain to your husband the seriousness of staying in bed?"

Regan lied down next to her husband, and began fussing with his hair, "Lance. Honey. Do what the doctor says… or I will make you relive the night you accidentally walked in on Freddy and Tabby in the shower," Lance crossed his arms and sat still, "See was that so difficult?" Hank shook his head and proceeded to look at his notes.

Wanda smiled and sat down in a near by chair, "Before you ask, the boys are okay. Have they come to visit you today?"

Lance sighed, "Yeah they stopped by about an hour ago."

Wanda nodded, "So how was the move?"

Lance threw his head back against the wall, "Horrible, they thought they could save time if they carried me and the machines at the same time."

Wanda peeked an eyebrow in interest, "Let me guess, they didn't."

Regan began to chuckle, "Let's just say if you drop one machine, the rest, and of course Lance, will follow."

Lance held up three fingers in frustration, "They dropped me three times!"

Wanda chuckled and stood up, "I'm glad you made it up here in one piece."

Hank reached into a pocket in his lab coat, "Well Mr. Alvers its time to take your temperature."

Lance's eyes went wide in horror, "Wanda you gotta save me, I think they're trying to kill me," Wanda smiled and continued to walk out of the room and began her journey down the hall. Lance's voice erupted from the room and flowed down the hall, "You're in on it too!"

-Meanwhile in Wanda and Pietro's room-

Pietro lied on his back in his bed with an arm wrapped around Anna. She lied on her side facing the speed demon. He stared into her giant emerald eyes as she looked longingly into his sapphire orbs.

Pietro smiled, "We moved Lance this morning."

Anna peeked an eyebrow in interest, "Ah heard ya dropped him down the stairs."

He furrowed his brow, "He wouldn't quit moving and he just wouldn't shut up about his stitches."

She let out a soft chuckle, "You know they're afraid you'll turn out like your father."

He immediately shot up to a sitting position, "What did you say?"

"Ah said ya shoulda been more careful with him," she stated as if nothing had happened.

He shook his head, hoping that he had just misheard her, "Have you been to see Lance?"

She sat up and draped her legs over the edge of the bed, "Whah would ah go see Lance?"

This statement caused Pietro to stand up, "Well why wouldn't you?" Anna got up and made her way to the door, but she was swiftly cut off by a confused Pietro, "Why wouldn't you?"

Anna stared him in the eyes, "We're not exactly friends ya know."

Pietro snorted, "So? Once a Hood always a Hood."

Anna shook her head, "Ya think it's just that easy to forget?"

Pietro smiled and wrapped his arms around her in a reassuring hug, "I know it wasn't exactly the best time of your life, but you can't tell me we didn't have a good time."

Anna furrowed her brow, "Ah will move ya."

Pietro sighed and stepped to the side, "You know sometimes I don't know why I stay with you," He looked on as she began to sway her hips as she walked, "Oh yeah."

-About a half hour later in Lance's bedroom-

Lance sat on his bed staring at the occupant who had driven his wife out, in an attempt to have a one on one conversation with the rock tumbler.

Lance cocked his head to the side, "Out of all the people in this mansion, I never expected to see you here, trying to wish me good will."

"It's not, like, a big deal or anything. It's not like I'm worried about you," Kitty held onto the hem of her shirt as if it was a life preserver.

Lance shook his head, "You've been sitting there for half an hour in total silence…"

Kitty immediately cut him off, "Well what do you expect? Like, just because you showed up married to some blonde bimbo doesn't mean I still don't care about you!"

A knock came at the door and Regan stepped into the room, "Lance, Pietro's woman is here."

Anna shoved her way passed the blonde and into the room just as Kitty phased through the wall, "Ah have a name!"

Lance smiled, "I'm getting all kinds of visitors today."

Anna looked at Lance and sat down next to him on the bed. She opened her mouth to speak but quickly closed it. She then averted her gaze from his. They sat in total silence for a few minutes until Lance decided to break the silence.

He cleared his throat, "So… you're upset about something."

Anna smiled, "Ya were never one to beat around the bush."

Lance smirked, "I always preferred to grab a bat and beat the bush into submission."

Suddenly Anna became very serious, "How do ya do it? Ya were always able to read us."

Lance peered out the window; "It's cause you guys wear your hearts on your sleeves."

Anna chuckled, "Yeah ah guess so…" she paused for a moment, "Lance?" he turned to acknowledge her question, "Would ya consider us friends?"

Lance peeked an eyebrow in confusion, "Yeah, don't you?"

She sighed, "Ah don't know ah did betray ya guys."

He chuckled, "So did your boyfriend and we forgave him…eventually."

She smiled back at him, "He told meh that ya letting' him back in the Brotherhood was the best day of his life."

Lance's eyes went wide, and then he smirked "I guess underneath the sarcastic, annoying, pretty boy front, is someone who just wants to be one of the guys."

Anna smirked, "Well what about ya?"

Lance peeked an eyebrow in confusion, "What about me?"

Anna quickly looked to the door to make sure it was okay to talk, then turned her attention back to the earth mover, "You're the broodin' intellectual," Lance continued with his confused look, but Anna smirked, "Don't play dumb with meh Alvers, you're not so hard to read yourself," at that moment Lance clutched his chest, "What's wrong?"

Lance flinched, "I think it's my stitches, could you go get Regan?" She nodded and hurried to the door, just as Lance peeked open an eye and smiled, "I could get used to this," he flipped through a few channels on the television and peeked an eyebrow in interest, "There's gonna be a solar eclipse in a few months."

"Oh really?" Lance looked up to see a disgruntled Anna standing at the door, "One good reason whah ah shouldn't give ya a one way ticket to the Moon."

Lance attempted to give her the patented Brotherhood smile of innocence, "I'm mortally wounded?" Anna only smirked as she closed in on her victim, "Can't we all just get along?"