Pietro woke up and opened his eyes, then immediately regretted it. Why did it have to be so darn bright in the mornings?

He made his plans for the day. Wake up, take a shower, get some fast food breakfast, go watch some television, eat a quick snack, read the newspaper, go find someone to pester but make sure it's not Lance or Wanda, avoid Wanda, eat lunch, watch some more television, eat another snack, go out for a run and annoy any X-Men that he saw, eat a big dinner, sit on the couch and be bored for a while, have a snack around midnight, then go to bed.

He shivered a bit as he felt the wind push against him. He felt around for his blanket, then found it and put it on. It felt like there was something on it, but he didn't care. He considered getting up and shutting the window, and finally after much consideration, he opened his eyes and saw nothing but blue sky. What? Had he fallen asleep outside somehow?
He sat up quickly and looked around and saw his sister asleep across from him, and suddenly remembered everything that had happened the night before. Why did all the bad things have to happen to him?

He was Quicksilver, the best Brotherhood member, and Magneto's favorite son! Well, he was his only son, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was that he was stuck in the middle of the ocean with his crazy sister and didn't know how they were going to get saved. He saw his sister shiver and looked back at the 'blanket' he had taken. It was his sister's jacket, or trench coat, or whatever someone wanted to call it. He sighed as he gave the jacket to his twin. Even though he had long sleeves, that didn't mean it kept him warm.

The only reason his sleeves weren't very thick was because the thicker his clothes were, the harder it was for him to run. It was easier to run with thinner layers on.

His sister turned around, then sat up and looked at her brother.

"Crap." She said as she realized everything that had happened.

"I know," said Pietro.

They both sat in silence for a while, until Pietro decided to break the silence.

"I'm thirsty."
"What do you want me to do about it?" Wanda snapped. "I'm thirsty too and you don't see me complaining.

"Sorry," Pietro said sarcastically. He frowned in discomfort when he shifted his leg to sit up, and Wanda felt sorry for him.

"Maybe I have something we can eat in my pockets," she said.

She searched in her pockets and pulled out a pocketknife, a stick of gum, a lighter (from Pyro, of course), two mints and a diamond necklace Todd had stolen for her.

"Aw, how cute, looks like your boyfriends got you a present." Pietro snickered at his joke.

"Shut up," Wanda said. She handed him one of the mints and half of the gum. He ate it in one second.

"You idiot! You were supposed to eat it slowly! And you know you shouldn't swallow gum!"

"Why do you care?" Pietro said. "I couldn't help myself. I'm used to eating every two hours, and I haven't eaten in longer than twenty four hours."

Wanda glared at him, then spoke. "I keep on getting cramps, I have a headache, and I'm extremely thirsty, and you still don't see me eating like I'm an animal."

Pietro quickly turned serious. "You know, those are signs of early dehydration."

"Huh?"

"Muscle cramps, headaches, and extreme thirst are signs of dehydration." Pietro repeated. "I have that too, plus a broken leg, but you don't see me complaining about that!"
"Well, if it was any other guy, they'd be crying and writhing in pain, but I guess since you're so MACHO you can't show any pain, huh?"

Pietro opened his mouth to reply, but nothing came out. He quickly changed the subject. "After twenty-four hours without water, our bodies have probably lost three pints of water."
"How much longer can we survive without water?" asked Wanda.

"Well, most people only survive three to four days without it, but I think since we're mutants we can survive up to six days, I'm not sure. But, who cares? We're going to be saved before that."
"How can you be so sure?" asked Wanda.

"I just know," Pietro replied.

"Whatever," said Wanda. She put the rest of the things back into her pocket, and, while doing so, felt something inside of it.

"Pietro, look!" She said. "I had my phone all along."
Pietro didn't answer but instead grabbed the phone and dialed a number.

"Who are you calling?" asked Wanda.

"As much as I hate to do it…" he said.

He started speaking at soon as he heard the person answer.

"Hello?" asked the person on the other end.

"Wanda-and-I-are-stuck-in-the-middle-of-the-ocean-and-we-have-no-way-to-get-back-to-shore-so-can-you-help-us?" He asked quickly.

There was a pause as the person's brain tried to register what Pietro had said. Finally, they spoke. "We can help you, but you have to tell me what beach you was on when you went in the ocean."

"Coney-Island," Pietro said.

"Okay, we're going to find you, but you're going to have to help us look for you by using-" suddenly, the phone Pietro was on shut off because the battery had died.

Pietro threw the useless phone to the ground. Why did all the bad things have to happen to him and Wanda? What had they ever done wrong?

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Lance stared at the door for the umpteenth time.

"Where are they?" asked Todd. He was worried about Wanda. He knew she could take care of herself but he still worried that something bad had happened to her.
"Wanda probably figured out what we did and tried to kill Pietro but he ran away before she could and now she's trying to find him." Lance said.

"Yeah," Fred agreed.

"I mean, the bet wasn't that mean anyways, was it?" Todd said.

"Well, I guess you're right." Lance admitted.

He opened his mouth to speak, but closed it when he heard knocking on the door. He stood up and opened it quickly.

"Wanda?" he asked, but frowned when he saw who it really was.

"Oh, it's just YOU."
"'Ello, Mate!" he said cheerfully. "Is the l'il Sheila here?"

Lance looked confused. It was hard to understand Pyro sometimes. "Who's Sheila?"

Pyro huffed. "Is WANDA here?"

"Wanda? No, she's not. Why do you care?"

"No reason," said Pyro as he looked slightly embarrassed. "I'll see ya later, mate."

"Wait!" Lance yelled as Pyro walked down the porch steps. "Do you know where Wanda is, Pyro?"

"If I knew where she was, why would I ask you if she was here?" Pyro asked. "Geez, and you people say I have no common sense."
Lance turned around and went back inside after closing the door. 'Was that an insult?' he wondered silently.

He sighed as someone else knocked on the door. 'That'd better be Wanda or else,' Lance thought.

He opened the door and was surprised to see the X-Men at his door. "Lance, we have bad news." Kitty said.

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Pietro and Wanda cuddled up together to keep warm. It was below freezing and the waves kept on splashing water into the boat.
"Are you okay, Wanda?" asked Pietro while his teeth chattered.

"Not really," Wanda admitted. She was cold, hungry, tired, and in pain.

"Same here," said Pietro as his teeth chattered.
Wanda took out one of her arms from her jacket and put it around Pietro. He was stiff just like he had the night before when she snuggled with him. She guessed it had something to do with the fact that neither of them had a good childhood and nobody loved on them, so they weren't used to being hugged. None of the Brotherhood members were, except maybe Lance because he had Kitty as a girlfriend, who loved to hug like crazy.

The sun finally came up and with it came hope.

"Pietro, do you hear that?" Wanda asked.

Pietro nodded. It was a boat engine that they both heard. They both stood up and started screaming and waving their arms. Not an easy thing to do when you're dehydrated.
"Help!" they screamed. "Help! HELLP! HEEEELLLLLLLPPPP!"

Wanda stopped when she noticed the boat, that was about one hundred yards away, was turning around.

"They can't see us," Wanda said angrily.

Pietro ignored her and kept on screaming, his voice cracking a bit as he did so. Wanda grabbed his arm and made him look into her eyes.

"Pietro, stop it! They can't hear us or see us!"
Pietro pulled away from her grip, put his hand through his hair, something he only did when he was either trying to impress somebody or very frustrated, growled in frustration and started punching the sides of the boat. Wanda watched him as he had his little tantrum. She had heard about his little fits from the Brotherhood, but she never saw him have one ever since they were kids.

After three minutes, Pietro finally stopped and calmed down. He looked at Wanda staring at him strangely. He got angry all over again. How come she got to get angry whenever she wanted to and he wasn't allowed to get angry without someone giving him strange looks?

After eight minutes, he calmed down and did a 360. Everywhere he turned, there was nothing but water. No land in sight whatsoever.

He sighed as he sat back down and stared into the water and saw little fishes swimming everywhere and realized how hungry he was. He put his hand in the water, causing the fishes to scatter everywhere.

After about ten seconds, the fishes returned. He curled his hand and waited. Finally, he caught one and brought it to surface, but it slipped out of his hands. This kept on happening for ten minutes straight. Finally, he gave up.

"Pietro, do you think we're ever going to get saved?" asked Wanda.

Pietro was silent for a moment, then replied, "I don't know, Wanda, I don't know."

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"So, what you're telling me is that Pietro and Wanda are stuck somewhere in the middle of the ocean?" Lance asked.

"Yes," said Jean sympathetically.

"Why can't Pietro just run out the ocean with his sister? I mean, he is fast enough, I've seen him run on water before." Fred asked.

"My guess is that he's hurt," Jean said.

"I hope my snookums is okay," said Todd.

"I'm sure they're fine, Todd." Said Jean. "I've already sent Scott, Kurt, Bobby, and Rogue to find them. They're in the X-Jet with Professor Xavier, Hank, Storm, and Logan. This has happened before with Scott and his brother, Alex, so we're bound to find them very fast."

"Was Summers in the sea for THREE days?" Lance asked.

"We don't exactly know how long they've been there," said Jean.

"They left the house three days ago and never came back. Usually if it's this cold Pietro usually runs home complaining about how cold he is and Wanda comes back because she gets tired of being outside." Lance said. "They've been out there for three days now."

"The chances of them being alive after three days without food or water are very, very slim." Jean stated very seriously.

"We've gone a couple of days without food and water before," said Lance. "I'm sure Pietro and Wanda can handle it."
"What if we never find them?" asked Todd. "I mean, they're probably in a little tiny boat and the ocean is really, really, big…"
"We'll find them," Lance assured himself and the rest of his team. "And they're going to be alive when we do."

How did I do? I know I seriously suck at Pyro's accent, I can never seem to get accents right. And I know Lance isn't as stupid as I made him seem in the beginning of the chapter but it's hard for me to write a story without trying to include at least a little bit of stupid humor in it. Please read and review!

(Oh, and sorry for taking forever to update, I was so close to finishing up the chapter when all of a sudden, my laptop decided to shut itself down so it could give itself some updates, and me, being the genius I am, forgot to save my work and I couldn't find it anywhere so I had to start over again and I don't think that it's that good, but you can review and tell me what you think.)