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Warning: Mild language.

Headache

"Agh…" Lance groaned to himself.

Pound, pound, pound…

Someone just kill me now…

He carefully eased his way into the chair in the living room, knowing he needed to move slow when his head got like this. He knew he shouldn't have gone so crazy with that earthquake, but after that comment Summers made about his temper, he just lost it.

Probably because he knew the four-eyed jackass was right.

"You doin', a'ight, yo?"

Lance slowly opened his eyes, seeing Todd looking at him with concern.

"Just a headache…" he mumbled softly. "My powers…sometimes trigger 'em…"

"Oh…"

Lance shut his eyes again, trying to relax his body. He knew it was for naught because hell if he could ever relax in—

"Where does your head hurt, Lance?"

The rock-tumbler blinked a little at the sound of the speedster's voice, much softer than usual. "Huh…?"

"Is it a sinus headache? Is it shooting up from your neck?"

"I…don't know. My whole head just feels like a cinderblock."

"Hmm…"

More silence followed and Lance felt his eyelids droop shut again, happy to escape the brightness of the room when he felt something touching his head.

His eyes snapped open and he tried to move away. "What the—"

"Lance, stay still, ya ding-dong!" Pietro harshly whispered, trying to move him back to his position. "I'm just going to try and massage the pressure points on your head."

"You…know about that stuff?"

"I have a lotta free time on my hands."

If his head wasn't pounding, Lance probably would've snorted at that, but when he felt the tips of Pietro's fingers moving against his head, he could feel his body starting to relax from the gentle ministrations.

"Yo, Lance?"

Lance peeked one eye open to see Todd crouched near him, holding out two pills and a glass of water. "Bro, I think ya should take these. They'll probably take the edge off, y'know?"

The rock-tumbler groaned a bit, but repositioned himself up so that he could take the pills and the glass. He'd never liked medication—found it too sketchy, but he gulped down the two pills as best he could with the water before feeling his head gave another lurch and softly fell into his position again.

Pietro's hands immediately returned to their work and suddenly, the room grew dark. Looking confused, Lance glanced over to see Fred shutting the curtains and any of the lights in the room.

"Is that better, Lance?" Fred asked, his voice lower and of course, much deeper.

"Y-Yeah, actually," Lance replied, a bit relieved the light wasn't stimulating his eyes anymore.

The rock-tumbler blinked slowly before his eyes slipped shut, still feeling Pietro softly massaging his head, moving down his neck every now and again.

It was…probably the most relaxing thing he'd ever experienced.

Even when he was just a kid, when his powers were still dormant, he always got bad migraines or dizzy spells. And when you were kid that was bounced from home to home more often than you went to the doctor, you didn't have much time to fully rest.

The thing that was probably weirding him out the most was how much the boys were being…nice.

He knew the guys could be nice, when they really wanted to be, but normally it was never to him. Half the time, he felt like he wanting to wring their necks from annoying the living crap out of him. It was like being a single mom with a bunch of kids who had boundless energy.

He still shuddered at the thought. He was no mother.

But now…when did the guys learn to shut up?

"'Tro?" Lance asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah?" the speedster asked, ceasing in his motions.

"…why are you guys bein' so nice to me?"

"Well…you're, like, in pain…" Pietro stressed as though the answer was obvious.

"But…you guys are never nice to me…"

Pietro took time to reply, quickly starting his motions back up again before he finally said, "There's a difference between being a jerk to you and being an asshole, Lance. We all act like jerks around you since we know you can handle it. But we're not gonna push you when you feel this shitty. We're not evil."

"Ya coulda just made me go to my room or somethin'…" Lance pointed out, his voice becoming drowsy and he knew he was about to fall asleep in a few minutes.

Pietro didn't reply for a while, still rubbing his fingers and thumbs against Lance's head before he said, "I know you try to take care of everyone, Lance, but sometimes, you need those people to take care of you."

"I-I don't care…" Lance mumbled. "I just try to make sure you guys don't do anything dumb."

"And you make sure we have food in the house," Pietro pointed out. "You try to keep us all under control—which is usually the reason you have your own little fits, but I digress."

Lance could feel Pietro's voice becoming distant, his motions never ceasing.

"Try to remember, Lance; we're the Brotherhood. We need to look out for each other. If we don't, no one else will. Not Mystique or my father or those whiners at the Institute."

"Right…" Lance breathed out, his body relaxing. He could still hear Pietro talking, but his brain shut off as he slipped off to sleep.

A/N: Hooray, I'm alive!

So, I feel Lance gets picked on a lot by me and plenty of other authors...and the show, BUT! I decided to give him a nice little chapter where the boys are nice to him for once since he's not just grumpy, but in serious pain. I'm not entirely sure if Lance getting headaches after using his powers is actually canon or not, but even if it is just a headcanon, I completely agree with it.

Also, I get headaches a lot myself...like, constantly. It's pretty annoying, so I really do know how Lance is feeling. Poor thing.

Anyways, sorry for the short chapter, but I'm still struggling with new ideas and trying to work with the ones I have. Thanks for reading and reviews are always enjoyed!

EDIT: Oh, and the ideas for what the boys are doing for Lance actually comes from a drawing by Dendraica on DA! She's a fabulous artist; plenty of artwork for both X-Men and Harry Potter! Totally forgot to mention!