Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men or The Brotherhood - Marvel does.

It was around six in the morning when Pietro woke up. Pietro got out of the hospital bed and looked out the window. It was still dark and it was raining outside. Pietro realized the heroin was soon going to wear off, and as he thought of this he looked around the large sterile white room, and walked over to the closet in the corner of the room. He took his clothes out of the closet and got dressed. Pietro looked over at the metal tray by the closet, and there lying on the metal tray was an unused needle. He picked it up and stuffed it in his pocket, making sure to put the protective cap on the head of the needle. He had to hurry home so he could get his next fix, and before the others woke up. As Pietro was leaving the infirmary, he walked into Kitty.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"Home." he replied in a deep voice with troubled deep blue eyes.

"But you can't! You're not better yet!" Kitty cried.

Pietro ignored what she had said, and sped past Kitty and out of the mansion. When he reached the boarding house, he sneaked upstairs to his room, careful not to wake the others, and took out his ziplock bag. He walked into the bathroom, opened the bag, took out a chunk, added water and heated it up. When he was done preparing the needle, he took an elastic band and tied it around his upper arm. Then he saw a nice vein, blue and beautiful. Just as he was injecting it, Wanda walked in.

"Pietro? I'm back!"

"Shit!" he cursed. He didn't want her to know.

She pushed the half-open door into the bathroom and saw him sitting on the floor; she thought she had seen him throw something behind the counter.

"Hi Wanda, back so soon from your trip? How was it?" he said, trying to pretend he wasn't doing anything.

"What were you doing? You don't look so great- Hey! What happened to your arms?!"

"You're ignoring my question."

"You're ignoring mine. I want to know whats going on."

Wanda then walked over to the area where she thought she saw something land. She picked it up and examined it.

"It's not what you think!" Pietro stood up.

"Pietro you have a serious problem, and just look at your arms! Do the others know?" she said as she broke the needle with her powers.

"It's medication for-" Pietro was cut off by Wanda.

"Pietro you're not fooling anyone but yourself."

"Cuddle bumps!!! My love! You're back! I really missed you!" Todd shouted seeing Wanda, he didn't see Pietro behind the half closed door, and he was too distracted by the sight of Wanda.

"Shut up Todd. Did you know about this?" she held up the broken needle to show what she was referring to.

Pietro shook his head 'no' to Todd from behind Wanda. Todd didn't want to lie to his love, but he didn't want to betray his friend's wishes either. So he didn't answer.

"Um….I gotta go. Yo Fred, we still on for Mc D's?" Todd yelled down the stairs.

"Yeah man, When ya wanna go?" Fred answered.

"Todd you stay here and answer me right now!" Wanda seethed.

"NOW FRED, NOW!" Todd flew down the stairs in one big leap, right into Fred, who was at the bottom.

"Geez, you couldn't be any hungrier than me…." Fred complained.

"Todd!!!!" Wanda screamed and slammed him into the wall.

"Whoa man, what's goin on? Fred said exasperated.

"Forget it. Get out of here." Wanda made her way up stairs again.

"C-C'mon man, lets get outta here she's real mad!" Todd ran out the door with Fred waddling behind, "Wait up!"

Wanda went back into the old grungy bathroom but it was empty, with a very small puddle of blood by the toilet. She opened the door to what was probably once the cleanest room in the house. There were plastic bags, burnt up spoons, a creamy tan coloured powdery substance and tin foil all over the surface of his dresser. There were clothes all over the floor, books from school that hadn't been touched in weeks, and papers everywhere. There was also a barely touched sandwich that was looking quite stale and was probably sitting there for a few days.

"Why are you torturing yourself?" Wanda looked at the mess on the dresser.

"I would be torturing myself if I quit." She didn't know what it was like to be addicted to a drug. It was hard to get rid of such an addiction. He had tried to quit several times, but he only became sick and delusional, so he went back to the drug.

"Is that what you really think?" Wanda stared down at her brother sitting on the floor leaning against the bed. He had wasted away so much in the months she had been away. Usually, he was cocky and arrogant, but in this state he was so quiet and mild. She also noticed he had slowed down, he wasn't his quicksilver self.

Well I finally had some initiative to update this story, if it wasn't for all the good reviews I got, I wouldn't have!