AN: Okay, people get a little outta character here. But I gotta believe that even Rogue gets happy occasionally, as for Kurt and Todd bein' OOC, well, I have no excuse. Warning for a bit of Scott bashing, but nothing too horrible. Oh, and I don't own The Wizard of Oz.
Rogue peeled her eyes open, hesitant to think lest her uninvited guest still be running laps around her brain. Silence. Complete silence. She laughed out loud, springing out of her bed and getting dressed. She slid down the banister to the first floor, scampering into the kitchen and grabbing an English muffin.
"Ding dong, the demon's dead, which ol' demon? The speedy demon!" she sang, twirling. Kitty cheered and gave Rogue a high five.
"I've never seen you this happy!" she said, as Rogue squeezed honey onto her muffin, still smiling.
"Wait- Pietro's dead?!" Evan asked. The whole table started laughing at him, his huge eyes and milk moustache too ridiculous for them to hold back.
"Like no Evan, Quicksilver touched Rogue and she was like hearin' him in her head, being totally annoying."
"But he's gone now!" Rogue said around her mouthful of nooks and crannies. "I swear, it was like my whole life was an episode of Mystery Science Theater 3000."
"Never liked that show," muttered Scott, "They keep talking during the movie."
"That's the point, Scott," Jean sighed.
"We have to go," Scott replied imperiously. "We're gonna be late for school."
Scott Summers didn't like to admit it, but there was quite a bit he didn't know. He didn't know what Jean saw in Duncan Matthews. He didn't know what Kitty saw in Lance Alvers. The mystery that plagued him more than any other was how Lance timed it so that he pulled up next to Scott's car at the same time every morning, at the same red light. Sometimes he hated having a convertible. Maybe I can ask Storm to give us a fifteen minute light shower so both of us have to put the top up.
"Hey Summers, when you gonna stop drivin' that clown car?" Lance called, snickering at all . Then he beamed over Todd's head to the back seat. "Hi Kitty!"
"Hi Lance!" she called back.
"Blue, you wanna get some pizza later?" Tabby shouted, the background behind her composed entirely of Freddy, Pietro sitting beside her.
"Okay, but if I'm buyin', I pick the toppings!"
Scott cringed, about ready to bite through the steering wheel.
"Hey, can I get in on that?" Todd called over. "I got a coupon, yo!"
"As long as you use your hands, and not your tongue," said Kurt.
"EXCUSE ME!" Scott roared. "I'm sorry, correct me if I'm wrong here, but it's Brotherhood of EVIL Mutants, right? Okay, evil! Not perfectly neighborly mutants, evil."
"Jeez, Summers, lighten up, yo, we're just talkin' bout a pizza!"
"Oh no, Todd," Pietro said, having been quiet for an unnaturally long time. "Summers has a point for once. How's your head, Rogue?" he purred, smiling broadly.
Rogue glanced up.
"I'm sorry, did you say somethin', Pietro? I was just enjoyin' the silence." Kitty giggled.
"Yeah Pietro, Rogue like, found inner peace, y'know?"
"Already?" Pietro said, as crestfallen as Pietro ever got. The light turned green and Scott hit the accelerator. There had to be a different route to school, dammit. Back at the light, Lance gave the Jeep a more moderate quantity of gas, in no particular hurry to reach Bayville High.
"What the hell was that all about?" Lance asked Pietro, who was sulking in the back. Tabby chuckled and ruffled Pietro's hair.
"Quickie's just mad cause Rogue got over him so fast!" Pietro swatted at Tabby's hands and glowered, lower lip protruding slightly.
"Wait- I missed something, yo. Pietro, you were dating Rogue?" Todd asked. Lance glanced in the rearview mirror, equally perplexed and disturbed.
"Nah," Tabby grinned. "She doesn't waste any time thinking about him."
"Whose side are you on, anyway?!" Pietro snapped at her. Tabby leaned back, propping her feet on Todd's headrest.
"Enh," she said. "Whoever's."