A/N: Wanda, Round 2 *ding*


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It's been strange these pass few days. It appears that even though I lived with for a little while, I still don't know you. The you from our past I do, but this one... This one is very different.


I was talking to Todd yesterday. He was here, in your room. He was laying on the floor, a picture in his hand. It was a picture of all you guys. It was yours. On the back in your neat, tidy handwriting was your name as well as all of the others. I asked what he was doing in there. He proceeded to tell me that he missed you.


That alone shocked me. I thought he hated you, considering you constantly tortured him. But I swear that is what he said. When he saw the shock on my face, he laughed. 'That hard to believe?' he had asked me. I nodded.


'I guess it would.' He said. He then got up and sat on your bed. 'But it's true.' I sat down beside him, and nothing was said for a while. During the silence, something strange happened in me. I realized, with utter amazement, I missed you too. All those years in the sanitarium, I missed my brother. And I still do.


I asked Todd, breaking the silence, what you were like. I think this surprised him, but he said nothing about it, and thought for a minute. Then he spoke:


"It's hard to describe, yo. He was as ornery as any of us, but he took it to a new level. Where as most of us did things to get even or just to be bad, he did things just for fun, yo. He actually wasn't very vengeful. If he could get a laugh out of something, he did it. And he would always get us knee-deep in trouble, yo, but would always get us out of it."


"Doesn't sound like the Pietro I knew." I had muttered. Todd continued on.


"He was also so sad." I gave him a confused look. "Oh, you know, yo. Ever since he got left behind in an orphanage. He had to fight for everything. To the day he left he refused to talk about those years, yo. Every time it was mentioned he just got a sad and pained look on his face."


He left after that, leaving the picture behind. I picked it up and studied it. It looked like you were at a park or something. Fred was in the back, with Todd on his shoulder doing the peace sign, Lance was running towards the camera where you were right in front of it peeking from the right side. I got the feeling Lance never caught you.


I also got the feeling of regret. I had assumed that you had spent all those years with him. But no, he dropped you off at an orphanage. Didn't want you either, I suppose. But then.... Then why were you here? And why are you with him now? Is it that you don't care, you just want to win? That's another thing the others mentioned. You always want to win, no matter what.


Or did he bribe you? I wouldn't doubt. But for him to cast you away, his favorite, you really must have done something. But what did you do, my brother? Did you act like me? It seems that we are more alike than either of us would care to admit.


As I look at that picture, I have to wonder.... And I have to feel the pain that I caused you. When I first saw you here, I wanted to kill you. I wanted you gone. Now you're gone, and I want you back.... Can you forgive me?


I'm sorry brother.....