This reboot is dedicated to CandyXdaXneko for prompting me to get off my ass and make this story better.

The four dropped the couch with a huff in the middle of living room with a huff. Nate collapsed on top of it, groaning when Brendan fell on top of him.

"Ugh." He shoved the taller man away, "get off, homo."

"Psh. You're the one that works in a gay bar."

"Lies."

Lydia shook her head. Running a sore hand through her thick red hair she glanced over at the listless boy in the door way. He was cute. A few inches taller then her, unshaven and shaggy haired…cute. But then, she thought all her friends were cute.

She smiled welcomingly, "You can come in you know. They're stupid but they don't bite." A slim finger crossed her heart, "I promise."

John smirked, but didn't move to enter the room further. He jerked his thumb over his shoulder, "I left my bag down stairs."

"Oh." She shrugged, dropping on to the couch, and more importantly, on to Nate's legs.

Letting out a grunt, he shifted to make room for her. "You should probably go get that." He told his new roommate, "People around here have sticky fingers."

A bubble of jealousy rose in John chest as he noticed the position of the two of them, the young woman sitting comfortably between the young man's legs, but quickly squashed it. He felt a heat rise in his finger tips, the telltale sign of a spark flickering under the skin's surface, and John quickly tucked them into his palms.

"Good idea," he said, ignoring Brendan's curious look as he exited.

When he was out of ear shot, the lanky man spoke, "Is it just me or does John look, like really familiar?"

Nate shrugged, "I think it's just you," he glanced down at Lydia, "right?"

She shrugged, "I'd remember meeting him."

"Oh la la, Miss Corvus," Nate pinched her sides, but she didn't so much as flinch. "Is someone getting a crush?"

"No."

Brendan gasped overdramatically from his seat on the floor, "Someone's blushing!"

"Is it Nate?" She asked dryly, but the blush deepened when John re-entered the room. Nate snickered and wrapped his arms around her waist rocking her from side to side. "You're adorable."

There was a pause as the two males turned to look at Pyro. Both were smirking, and he instinctively took a step back.

Brendan shook his head, letting his expression shift into a genuine smile. "Have a seat, guy, we were just gonna check a movie." He sat up from his prone, snatching a newspaper off the milk crate they were using as a table. John was a little surprised they knew what a newspaper was, but kept his comments to himself as the young blonde went on, "Consider it your welcome home present. Or welcoming present, whatever."

John's dark eyes swept over the three. The prospect of being seen out in public with them was frightening(especially when one took Nate's hot pink I'm A Barbie Girl t-shirt into account), but he nodded when he they stopped on Lydia. Or rather her legs. Her baggy yellow shirt reached her mid thigh, and the rest of her legs were covered by a pair of leopard print leggings. On her feet were some ripped up sneakers. "Um…"

"Come on," Nate whined, "It'll be fun. Or at least, more fun then this."

Lydia nodded, cracking her fingers as she leaned against his chest, "Polio would be more fun then this."

"You don't know that," Brendan snapped, a satirical smile pulling at his lips. His blue eyes turned back to John, who was avoiding the couple on the couch. "Honestly, you'd think that she'd learn to keep that pretty little mouth of hers shut. Anyway," He snapped the paper open, ruffling it with intent, "What should we see, action? Comedy? Sci-fi?" He skimmed the page for movie times quickly, "I think that new 3D horror movie came out a few days ago."

John stared at him, finding it hard to pay equal attention between the three. "Whatever's good."

"3D gore it is then." Nate grinned, shaking Lydia's shoulder, "Up you go, girl."

She stood with ease, brushing a spot on her shirt with distaste. When it didn't come off, she shrugged and stuck her hands in the shirt's pockets. "So, John, where you from?" She called, giving her attention to the boy as he moved his suitcase into the other room(as Brendan had directed).

"Uh, Maine, recently," He said, loud enough for her to hear outside the down as he pulled his jacket on. "Originally New York though."

"Cool." Nate commented, sprawling on the couch. He lavished in the empty space a moment before going on, "They have great weed there."

Brendan shook his head, "I thought we agreed no more pot before 3D. Remember Avatar?"

"All too vividly."

Lydia laughed softly. Rubbing her eyes, she looked at her wrist. Startled, she glanced around the apartment. "Where'd my watch go?"

"Right here, babe." Nate held up his arm.

Her lips pursed. "Oh." She held out her hand expectantly, and the young man quickly unsnapped it from his wrist. When it was secure in her hand, Lydia kicked him in the shin.

"Nathaniel," His blond friend said sternly, "Why did you take her Little Mermaid wristwatch?"

"Because!" Nate growled, rubbing his leg, "The Little Mermaid was hot."

"Dude, she's a cartoon."

"A cartoon with a great rack." Nate argued.

John wandered back out of his room. Stopping to stand a few feet from Lydia, he stuck his hands deep into his pockets. "What time's the movie at?"

"Ugh, twenty minutes from now." Brendan said, grabbing the woman's wrist to check, "yep. Twenty minutes. Ly? We'll take your car?"

She nodded, tucking her hands back in her pocket. "You got gas money?"

"Yeah."

"Then we'll take my car." She smirked, "So long as Nate sits in the back."

"Agreed." Her two friends chimed, and they looked at John's assurance that this would be okay.

"Uh…alright, let's go." He agreed, fighting the smile that rose on his lips as the three grinned at him.

-Ten Minutes Later-

John was right.

Being seen in public with them had been probably one of the single most embarrassing moments of his life. But not for reasons one might expect. No. It was embarrassing for a much, much more personal reason;

October had called him. Now, perhaps if she had known the circumstances, or perhaps taken more after their mother instead of Wade, all this could have been avoid. But nay. Toby was a true Wilson, and she was not to be ignored.

"You said you'd call as soon as you got there!" Her high pitched voice shrieked, much to the amusement of the trio in the car with him.

His teeth ground together as he spoke, "I was gonna, I just-"

"Liar! Dad said that you take after pre-T.M.I Amy, you lying little liar!"

The young man flushed as Nate punched him in the arm, "Yeah, John. How could you lie to her?"

"Not helping!" Pyro snapped.

"Excuse me!"

"Not you! Look, Toby, I meant to call, but I didn't. It's dad's fault."

There was a pause. After a moment, the little girl's voice returned, quiet and suspicious. "How?"

"Because. It's always his fault."

"That's true." October agreed, easily swayed by her big brother. "Who was that?"

"Who?"

"That boy."

"Oh, uh-" John blushed as Nate took the phone out of his hands.

"Hey, cutie. I'm Nathaniel, your brother's new roommate."

"Oh. Hi." Toby's response was quiet. The child suddenly shy at the stranger's voice.

"Hi." Nate cleared his throat, "Well. It was nice talking to you, princess."

"Yeah."

The man nodded uncomfortably. "Bye now."

"Bye." Toby's voice remained confused as the phone was passed back to her brother. "John?"

"Yeah?" He shot Nate a queer look before noticing Lydia's eyes on him in the rearview mirror. She offered him a smile before looking back at the road.

"You can stay there." His kid sister told him, "Just don't make me talk to him again."

"I won't." He promised. "Bye."

"Bye, love you."

With a dark blush Pyro said it back, earning three loud, awes of approval. Nate nudged him again as he hung up.

"Don't worry about it, man," The bearded youth told him, shuffling against the window. It was at this point John noticed none of them were wearing seatbelts, but said nothing on the manner as Nate went on, "We've all got siblings…well. Actually, none of us do personally, well, Lydia did, but we know where you're comin' from, right guys?"

There was a silence.

"Nate, what the hell does that even mean?" The woman driving asked, shaking her head as she pulled in to a gas station. She looked at the fair-haired man next to her, "Well, get to it."

"Excuse me?" He asked, smiling mischievously.

"Get your ass out there." Lydia smirked, "You're our pump bitch."

"Why can't Nate do it?"

She quirked a fine brow as she pursed her lips. "You trust Nathanial with a highly flammable substance?"

"Well, what about John? He looks trustworthy!" Brendan faltered, "At least more than Nate."

Pyro smirked at this. But didn't mention it as said man, kicked the back of the driver's seat. "It was one time! And they never proved it!"

"It was twice, and my grandparents made you pay the damages." She corrected, adjusting the rear view mirror to glare at him. "Get your feet off my seat."

"Sounds dirty." He purred. Her glare hardened and he crossed is arms with a pout. "Meanie."

"Idiot."

"Hey!"

"So, John." The red head looked over at him, ignoring Brendan as he slipped out of the car with a groan. "What's your story, kid?"

"What?" He blinked, not sure how to answer. Did they want to know about his family? Magneto? Xavier's? Why did chicks always have to be so damn-

"What're you studying?" She asked, blue eyes open and curious.

His heart sped up slightly at the direct eye contact but he offered her a shrug, "Engineering."

"Sweet, you could install my new stereo system then, right?" Nate asked, grinning at him.

Pyro smirked with amusement, "I could give it a shot."

"Sweet." He repeated, "Hear that, Li? He likes me better." She scoffed at him, but John didn't miss the light blush that clouded her cheeks only a moment. When she didn't object, Nate was quick to point it out. "I see you're not fighting me on this, Miss Corvus?"

"Nope. You two can get caught up in the throws of gay love for all I care," She turned back around, "just don't dirty up my interior."

"Well, where else are we gonna do it?" Nate asked, disgust evident in his voice as he offered, "Indoors?"

"How about your precious gay bar?"

Lydia let out a shriek as her chest collided with the steering wheel. "Fuck me, Nate! That hurt!"

"At least I have a job!" He shot back, pulling his leg up to give her seat another strong boot.

"Dude, calm down, I think you really hurt her." John said, watching the girl in the front seat wince as she rubbed her collar bone. "You alright?"

"Me?" She asked, a little caught off guard by his concern, "I'm fine. It's Nate whose gonna get it when I tell his mom he hit me again."

"Oh come on, Lydia!" The man pouted, moving to grasp her shoulders over the seat, "You promised you'd stop tattling two years ago!"

"Well, that's when you promised you'd stop hitting me!" She shot back, lurching away from him. Shoving blindly behind her, her hand whapped John across the face.

"Lydia!" Nate shrieked, "Don't break our new roommate!"

Her pale features blanched further before she turned a dark red and her hands covered her mouth as she stared at him. "I am so sorry."

He was too stunned to actually do anything besides blink at her, but when he did finally snap out of it, he shrugged it off. "It didn't hurt that bad."

"Still-"

"Dude! Your nose is bleeding!"

John gingerly pressed his fingers to his lips feeling a hot, sticky substance coat them. Looking down at it, he saw Nathaniel was right. He was bleeding. "Huh."

The woman's blue eyes remained guilty as she began rooting around the front for some kind of tissue. Finding only napkins, she offered them to him with a shaky hand. "I'm sorry," she repeated sheepishly. Her skin had just started to return to her natural coloring when his fingers brushed hers, and the pink returned full force.

"Where the hell is Brendan!" Nate asked, looking at the young man next to him with concern. "How long does it take to pump gas!"

A/N: Pre-TMI=Pre Three Mile Island. Also, first real chapter of the reboot.