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Brotherhood Babbles

Hospital Havoc!

Pietro shut his cell phone with a click. It actually wasn't his; he had stolen it from that skateboard fanatic Evan two weeks ago. Evan still hadn't realized it was gone. Pietro thought that was kind of weird.

The ambulance arrived relatively quickly. Students amongst the rubble cried for joy; someone could help with their excruciating injuries!

But the ailing teens' hopes, much like their bones, were shattered. For this specific medical rescue team had only one objective in mind as they pointedly ignored the pleas for help: Lance Alvers.

The medics gracefully danced about the wreckage, swans in flight as they hoisted Lance on to a stretcher and pirouetted to the ambulance. The mangled students did not appreciate Pietro's observations. Pssh, they didn't know art if it slapped them on the ass.

"Alright, who's riding along with him?" one of the medics called out. Todd halfway raised his hand when he was violently shoved out of the way onto unforgiving shrapnel.

"I will!" cried Scott Summers. His face glistened in the sun. Was…was he crying? "It's a-all my fault! If-if only I hadn't beaten him so badly at badminton, this wouldn't-wouldn't have happened! Oh God, what have I done!?" Scott jumped into the back of the ambulance, and began to stroke Lance's blood stained face. "I'm sorry, so sorry, so sorry…"

Everyone watched the medics shut the ambulance doors and speed away, whispers of Scott's ramblings still heard in the air.

Todd summed up the scene impeccably:

"What the fuck, yo."

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Scott's impassioned cries of sorrow were all well and good (creepy, even), but he didn't allow any time for anyone to grab Lance's car keys, instead choosing to shove anyone who neared Lance away hysterically.

"How're we gonna get to the hospital, now?" Fred sniffled a little. He wanted to ride in the ambulance, too.

"How? How? Blob, I'm disappointed at your lack of ingenuity. I'll tell you how! By the sheer will of the gods, that's what! Now, kneel down, brave knight!"

Pietro hoisted himself on Fred's shoulders and pointed to the heavens.

"Quickly, my meat machine! We fly! Onward! To honor and glory!" he shouted, steely gazed.

Fred galloped away; his arms extended outward, a brilliant smile on his face. What a great idea! Pietro was so smart sometimes. They became smaller and smaller on the horizon, looking like soldiers off to their final battle. It was the most majestic sight to befall Bayville High. Or it would be if Pietro hadn't fallen off a couple times and most everyone was in too much pain to notice.

Also, the two young men forgot one thing: They didn't know which hospital Lance was scuttled off to or where.

"Hey! What about me, yo?" Make that two things. God, those jerks always left Todd behind! "God, those jerks always leave me behind, yo!" Well said, Todd.

Todd hopped over near Jean, who was unenthusiastically trying to wake Duncan from his coma. "Oh no, please don't die, Duncan." She said. She didn't sound very concerned. Kurt and Kitty stood nearby, discussing the Lament of Lance.

"Like, I hope Lance is okay!"

"I'm more vorried for Scott. Vhat the hell vas that, anyvay?"

"I'm not sure…wait! What if…" Kitty shot up her hand to her face and covered her mouth. She looked side to side cautiously, as if her next words could cause the rest of the school to blow up.

"Yeah?"

"Maybe they're…involved." She whispered the last word, almost ashamed to say it, like some sort of sheltered child.

Kurt raised his eyebrows ever so slightly. "…I don't understand vhat you mean. Involved in vhat? A club?"

"No, no, you know…" Kitty made an indecipherable gesture with her hands.

"No, I don't know. Vhat is it?"

"She mean's they're GAY for each other, yo!" Todd shouted from right behind them, as loudly as he could, sowing the seeds for a delicious rumor. That'll teach Scott for shoving him! And Lance for using all of the hot water in the morning! He could hear the whispering (and gurgling) amongst the students now. Todd wanted to high five Kitty for giving him an opening, but she'd probably say shit, uh, no thanks, I just washed my hands. That's cool, yo, Todd would say. Maybe later? She would laugh a little too loudly then, and quickly excuse herself.

Todd stared at his hand, suddenly horribly, horribly depressed.

"Um, yeah, exactly, Toad, thank you." Kitty said. Todd didn't hear her.

"Seriously? Damn, girl, you haff issues." Kurt said; his eyebrows fully rose into his hairline.

"No, really! They're always so physical with each other! Did you see the way Scott stroked Lance's face?"

"Hmm, I don't know." Jean sauntered over, leaving Duncan's unconscious body to fend for itself. "I think it's just Scott. Remember when he accidentally broke a window in the mansion? He kept apologizing to the window itself over and over again, desperately trying to put it back together by hand, for HOURS."

"So what, he's actually just a nut job?" Todd finally looked up and spoke again, forgetting his lack of social grace for the moment.

"Yes. And he's YOUR problem now." Jean ominously foreshadowed. Lighting struck nearby as she cackled gleefully and disappeared in a cloud of evil lung crushing second-hand smoke. She reappeared in Scott's car. How'd she get his keys?

Kurt and Kitty didn't even blink at Jean's display; did Todd just imagine it? Or-

"Hop in, guys! We have a hospital to get to!" Jean smiled a little, showing teeth. Run, Todd, run for your life! Run! Ru-

Yeah, it was all in his head, he thought. So hop he did.

Oh, for the love of- YEAH FINE DON'T LISTEN TODD.

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Hey guys! This chapter is a bit shorter than the others. Also, it seems a little more serious business at the end. But fear not! I am establishing a little bit of plot (gasp!) so hang tight! Next time- What has become of Fred and Pietro? And lots of horribly uncomfortable Scott time (who seems pretty OOC right now, but don't worry; The Scott in chapter three is gonna be back in full force along with this Scott. What a potentially terrible combination!).