Hank felt rather than saw the silver blur fly past him.

"Son of a bitch!" He dropped the tray of food and sprinted up the stairs.

"Erik! Alex! Charles! Get your asses over here!" He yelled. Once he reached the main floor he saw the students standing there in frozen confusion.

"Where'd he go?" Hank demanded urgently. After a moment one of the students pointed to the main door.

Erik appeared at the top of the stairs that let to the basement, closely followed by Alex.

"He's outside," Hank said as he ran to find the boy.

Once he got through the front door he immediately saw the mop of silver hair. He was laying on the ground, muscles spasming sporadically while his eyes rolled back in his head.

"God damn it!" He shouted when he got to Pietro's side. "Pietro? Pietro?" He gently placed his hands on the sides of the boy's face.

The others finally caught up to him, Erik in the lead.

"What the hell happened!" He demanded as he came to his knees as his son's side.

"He used up all of his calories, that's what happened. He went into hypoglycemic shock again. Give me your jacket."

Erik didn't ask why, merely handed it to him as fast as he could get it off. Hank wadded up the jacket and placed it under the seizing boy's head.

"What do we do now?" Alex asked anxiously.

Hank sighed. "Same as last time. We just have to wait it out and replace his calories as soon as I can get an IV back in him."

"Let's get him back to the lab," Erik said as he scooped up his still-thrashing son.

As they walked back into the mansion each of the students stopped to watch. Sure they'd heard about the silver-haired mutant who'd been tortured and experimented on for years, but none of them had been able to see him yet. And there he was, seizing in their most serious professor's arms.

Alex suddenly didn't like the way they were all looking at Pietro, like he was some side show.

"Fucking show's over," he said. He might be the youngest and coolest of all the teachers, but the students still knew what could happen if they disobeyed him. His academic punishments were legendary.

Erik gently laid Pietro down on his bed. He'd stopped seizing halfway down the stairs, now only twitching every few seconds.

Hank had quickly set him up with an IV, praying it would give the boy enough calories until he was conscious enough to eat.

Once he was finished, Erik looked at Pietro and shook his head.

"What are we supposed to do? If he won't stay in bed then he won't get better," he said with a defeated look. "And we can't exactly tie him down without scaring him."

"With any luck this showed him not to be an idiot," Hank said dryly. He suddenly grew more serious. "But if he'd ran even a few seconds longer, he'd probably be dead. His metabolism is just too fast."

Erik took this all in silently. Finally he embraced a startled Hank in a hug.

"Thank you, Hank."

Charles chose that moment to come downstairs.

"What the hell happened? The students haven't gossiped this much since Samuel set the kitchen on fire."

"Pietro decided it would be a good idea to go burn some energy and went into hypoglycemic shock," Alex said wryly. "Where were you? Would've been nice to have someone around that can actually stop the kid."

"Jean was having another episode. Would you prefer I let her accidentally kill everyone in the school?" Charles asked incredulously as Alex held up his hands in a gesture of defeat.

"Well," Hank said in an attempt to diffuse the situation, "he's definitely your son, Erik. He's got your defiant streak."

Alex nearly shit himself. "He's your fucking what!"

A.N: Wow another bad chapter! Happy November.