.
"What happened to Pietro, yo?" Todd's slang somehow managed to come off as sacred as he approached the group slowly, Freddy not too far behind. He had become used to the idea that when Quicksilver was involved in a battle that it tended to end rather hastily, but this was just ridiculous.
He had barely managed to call out a warning of the falling body before Pietro ran off; and Todd thought he was used to the fast exits Pietro happened to delight in making. This time he barely had time to blink before the teen was stumbling back to them, cradling his twin, trembling with exhaustion.
The sight had been a little frightening for the youngest member of the Brotherhood; Pietro, -Quicksilver-, unable to even hold himself up? He'd collapsed. Quicksilver had -collapsed.-
But if Lance had heard the young man's question, he ignored it, simply swearing almost violently to himself as he bent down. "What did he think he was doing?" He demanded angrily to no one. And as usual, no one replied.
Wanda snickered and stood almost in defiance to throbbing currently residing in her skull. "Something stupid, as usual."
Lance said nothing, but grit his teeth angrily. He made only a small sound of effort as he slung Pietro over his shoulder in an oddly casual manner. It would've been a fairly easy feat for anyone.
The boy weighed 115, if that. Lance vaguely remembered watching the blonde scurrying all around the kitchen, looking desperately for something to eat that didn't have any carbohydrates. He thought this was some idiotic and mainly vain diet until Pietro explained-- his body burned off carbohydrates faster then he breathed. It did nothing for his body, and if he didn't eat something that gave him bodily value, he wouldn't be able to run.
He'd even figured out some equation for how much food he had to eat for how long he ran. It reminded Lance of his first foster mother, who suffered from extreme diabetes.
Lance was thankful for all this as he had no trouble carrying the silver haired teen away from the building.
"Wait, Lance, what about--"
"We can worry about the sky-scrapper later. Pietro needs help, now." He grated out, able to predict the words easily. Wanda's attitude was growing increasingly annoying. 'My twin nearly killed himself to save me? What's the big deal? I have to go show off my mind-boggling powers!'
"Are you crazy?" Wanda demanded, stepping in front of Lance. "He's the enemy Lance. -Remember?-"
"He needs help." He said this flatly, no room for argument. But he knew this statement was false-- there was always room for argument. It was kind of like Jell-O that way.
"Magneto can help him." Lance was shocked to hear none other then Freddy make the quiet statement. He hadn't heard the large boy approaching from behind, and he now looked somewhat timid under Lance's shocked stare.
It was strange to see anything even resembling timid on the huge mutant, but he supposed it made sense. It was obvious that they all had a hard time accepting the fact that Pietro left. 'Obviously,' Lance thought sarcastically bitter. 'I mean, I have him slung over my shoulder.'
"He made his choice." Freddy was finishing softly, "And we made ours."
"Besides, yo, Scott wouldn't be too happy to find Pietro coming home with us."
"I can't picture many people being happy to see Pietro coming to their home." Wanda looked very pleased with her wit.
"And since -when- do you care what Scott says?" Lance bit at Todd, much more viciously then deserved, as he was really the only one he could take his anger for Wanda out on.
Todd shuffled uncomfortably, but said nothing.
"I'm taking him with us. He needs help. If the X-Geeks can't handle that, I'll take complete responsibility if you turn out to be a bunch of pussies." Lance said flatly.
Todd and Freddy hesitantly exchanged and look; Lance didn't bother to wait for their decision, and started for the Brotherhood's new home. The home that just happened to belong to the X-men, and where Xavier, and Scott Summers resided. That last of which happened to think he was king of all that walked the earth.
Which didn't bode well with Lance, because he had always thought of -himself- as the king of all that walked the earth.
The greeting at the X-house was pretty much what they all expected. Kurt, who had been standing on the main stairwell, took one look at Lance and immediately appeared next to his side, staring as if the teen was insane.
"Vhat the--"
"Shove it." Lance growled as he brushed by the startled boy and into the main entrance. "Where's the professor?"
"Vhat do you think you're doing?" Kurt cried angrily.
"He's takin' responsibility for it, yo!" Todd said immediately upon entrance. Lance rolled his eyes upward, but knew he had to stay on topic.
"Where's the professor?" He demanded again.
Knowing that Professor X was going to find out in a few moments anyway, Kurt pointed wordlessly to the left hall. Lance took off for the study located in that area, knowing that was probably the only place the older man would be.
"Idiots. All men are idiots." Wanda was muttering to herself as she stormed towards the stairway, a good night's rest really the only thing on her mind.
"What about me, yo?" Todd called up, bounding up to the same step as her without much of a sweat.
"Especially you," She growled and continued up, ignoring his cries of fake agony. Her head was pounding, she was confused tired and injured.
Stupid Pietro. What the heck did he think he was doing? Was he trying to sway her over to his side? Was this some sort of game?
He had chosen to stay with Magneto, she had chosen to stay with the . . . at the X-men household. Their paths should barely cross.
And what was Lance trying to do?
Wanda didn't want to think about it. She pushed her door open angrily, fell over onto the bed lifelessly and let sleep overcome her. She was good at pushing thoughts out of her mind.
The professor looked . . . well, he looked how he always looked. To Lance anyway. Like he knew exactly what was going to happen at every second, and he -understood- that you didn't do the same. Always looking perfectly smug.
It really annoyed Lance. Sure, Mystique was the same way, but she didn't pretend to be good or anything.
"Mr. Alvers?" Professor X greeted, as they hadn't said anything to each other since Lance burst into the room.
"Yes?"
"May I ask why you've brought Quicksilver here?"
"He . . . um . . . Needs help." He said, feeling strangely like he did in his younger years, when trying to explain why he had stayed out so late. "He was hurt."
"Surely Magneto could provide for him?"
"They left without him." Lance lied, hoping the man wasn't reading his mind. Or body language.
He raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"
"Yeah. So . . . you know. The X-men motto. Don't do to the bad guys what you wouldn't want them to do unto you . . . or whatever." He said uncomfortably.
"How injured is he?" He asked, coming around to the front of Lance.
"I donno. He passed out after running up twenty floors to catch Wanda."
"Oh?" He sounded again, moving out into the hall and Lance followed wordlessly. He was quiet for a moment. "Mr. McCoy is on the way," He reported eerily, "please take Mr. Maximoff to the infirmary?"
"Right. Okay." He said, and took off in that direction, Pietro's dead weight lifting and falling with each step he took.
He really had no idea why he was doing this. When they had been forced to chose, Magneto or Xavier, Pietro was the only one to stay with the metal man. It had hurt all of the Brotherhood deeply, save Wanda, who seemed to take everything her brother did in stride. He had hated Pietro with a passion for quite some time, but now . . .
Maybe he just wanted things back to the way they were. But he knew he -definitely- didn't want Pietro dead. Besides, maybe if he saw that they were still willing to help each other, he'd join them again?
He didn't really care that all of this was wishful thinking.
"I can't believe he had the nerve to bring him here." Scott growled to himself as he stormed into the boy's restroom. Kurt's reports were rarely anything but dead on, and if this was no exception.
Lance had been strutting around their home as if he was still some sort of leader. The rest of the team seemed a little a little willing to follow the orders given by the rest of the X-men, but not Lance. He would go off on little missions with his group, sometimes, all alone.
And now, he was actually bringing -Quicksilver- here?
No, the professor wouldn't allow it. He was sure. And if he did, then . . . well, then the professor knew something he didn't. But until he found what this was, exactly, he was going to be extremely angry.
Scott was really very glad that the Brotherhood had joined them. It had felt strange to be fighting not only other mutants, but mutants who were their age, their grade. Who could be their friends.
But Lance wasn't willing to help out at all. As if he resented being forced to chose. And, as if Scott had forced him to do it.
He was going to wait to ask the professor about it, though. He had a feeling the man would be dealing with a lot tonight, and he didn't want to add anything unnecessary to his plate.
a.n: short, i know. and still, no plot. . sorry it just didn't fit here. next chapter, i swear!
"What happened to Pietro, yo?" Todd's slang somehow managed to come off as sacred as he approached the group slowly, Freddy not too far behind. He had become used to the idea that when Quicksilver was involved in a battle that it tended to end rather hastily, but this was just ridiculous.
He had barely managed to call out a warning of the falling body before Pietro ran off; and Todd thought he was used to the fast exits Pietro happened to delight in making. This time he barely had time to blink before the teen was stumbling back to them, cradling his twin, trembling with exhaustion.
The sight had been a little frightening for the youngest member of the Brotherhood; Pietro, -Quicksilver-, unable to even hold himself up? He'd collapsed. Quicksilver had -collapsed.-
But if Lance had heard the young man's question, he ignored it, simply swearing almost violently to himself as he bent down. "What did he think he was doing?" He demanded angrily to no one. And as usual, no one replied.
Wanda snickered and stood almost in defiance to throbbing currently residing in her skull. "Something stupid, as usual."
Lance said nothing, but grit his teeth angrily. He made only a small sound of effort as he slung Pietro over his shoulder in an oddly casual manner. It would've been a fairly easy feat for anyone.
The boy weighed 115, if that. Lance vaguely remembered watching the blonde scurrying all around the kitchen, looking desperately for something to eat that didn't have any carbohydrates. He thought this was some idiotic and mainly vain diet until Pietro explained-- his body burned off carbohydrates faster then he breathed. It did nothing for his body, and if he didn't eat something that gave him bodily value, he wouldn't be able to run.
He'd even figured out some equation for how much food he had to eat for how long he ran. It reminded Lance of his first foster mother, who suffered from extreme diabetes.
Lance was thankful for all this as he had no trouble carrying the silver haired teen away from the building.
"Wait, Lance, what about--"
"We can worry about the sky-scrapper later. Pietro needs help, now." He grated out, able to predict the words easily. Wanda's attitude was growing increasingly annoying. 'My twin nearly killed himself to save me? What's the big deal? I have to go show off my mind-boggling powers!'
"Are you crazy?" Wanda demanded, stepping in front of Lance. "He's the enemy Lance. -Remember?-"
"He needs help." He said this flatly, no room for argument. But he knew this statement was false-- there was always room for argument. It was kind of like Jell-O that way.
"Magneto can help him." Lance was shocked to hear none other then Freddy make the quiet statement. He hadn't heard the large boy approaching from behind, and he now looked somewhat timid under Lance's shocked stare.
It was strange to see anything even resembling timid on the huge mutant, but he supposed it made sense. It was obvious that they all had a hard time accepting the fact that Pietro left. 'Obviously,' Lance thought sarcastically bitter. 'I mean, I have him slung over my shoulder.'
"He made his choice." Freddy was finishing softly, "And we made ours."
"Besides, yo, Scott wouldn't be too happy to find Pietro coming home with us."
"I can't picture many people being happy to see Pietro coming to their home." Wanda looked very pleased with her wit.
"And since -when- do you care what Scott says?" Lance bit at Todd, much more viciously then deserved, as he was really the only one he could take his anger for Wanda out on.
Todd shuffled uncomfortably, but said nothing.
"I'm taking him with us. He needs help. If the X-Geeks can't handle that, I'll take complete responsibility if you turn out to be a bunch of pussies." Lance said flatly.
Todd and Freddy hesitantly exchanged and look; Lance didn't bother to wait for their decision, and started for the Brotherhood's new home. The home that just happened to belong to the X-men, and where Xavier, and Scott Summers resided. That last of which happened to think he was king of all that walked the earth.
Which didn't bode well with Lance, because he had always thought of -himself- as the king of all that walked the earth.
The greeting at the X-house was pretty much what they all expected. Kurt, who had been standing on the main stairwell, took one look at Lance and immediately appeared next to his side, staring as if the teen was insane.
"Vhat the--"
"Shove it." Lance growled as he brushed by the startled boy and into the main entrance. "Where's the professor?"
"Vhat do you think you're doing?" Kurt cried angrily.
"He's takin' responsibility for it, yo!" Todd said immediately upon entrance. Lance rolled his eyes upward, but knew he had to stay on topic.
"Where's the professor?" He demanded again.
Knowing that Professor X was going to find out in a few moments anyway, Kurt pointed wordlessly to the left hall. Lance took off for the study located in that area, knowing that was probably the only place the older man would be.
"Idiots. All men are idiots." Wanda was muttering to herself as she stormed towards the stairway, a good night's rest really the only thing on her mind.
"What about me, yo?" Todd called up, bounding up to the same step as her without much of a sweat.
"Especially you," She growled and continued up, ignoring his cries of fake agony. Her head was pounding, she was confused tired and injured.
Stupid Pietro. What the heck did he think he was doing? Was he trying to sway her over to his side? Was this some sort of game?
He had chosen to stay with Magneto, she had chosen to stay with the . . . at the X-men household. Their paths should barely cross.
And what was Lance trying to do?
Wanda didn't want to think about it. She pushed her door open angrily, fell over onto the bed lifelessly and let sleep overcome her. She was good at pushing thoughts out of her mind.
The professor looked . . . well, he looked how he always looked. To Lance anyway. Like he knew exactly what was going to happen at every second, and he -understood- that you didn't do the same. Always looking perfectly smug.
It really annoyed Lance. Sure, Mystique was the same way, but she didn't pretend to be good or anything.
"Mr. Alvers?" Professor X greeted, as they hadn't said anything to each other since Lance burst into the room.
"Yes?"
"May I ask why you've brought Quicksilver here?"
"He . . . um . . . Needs help." He said, feeling strangely like he did in his younger years, when trying to explain why he had stayed out so late. "He was hurt."
"Surely Magneto could provide for him?"
"They left without him." Lance lied, hoping the man wasn't reading his mind. Or body language.
He raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"
"Yeah. So . . . you know. The X-men motto. Don't do to the bad guys what you wouldn't want them to do unto you . . . or whatever." He said uncomfortably.
"How injured is he?" He asked, coming around to the front of Lance.
"I donno. He passed out after running up twenty floors to catch Wanda."
"Oh?" He sounded again, moving out into the hall and Lance followed wordlessly. He was quiet for a moment. "Mr. McCoy is on the way," He reported eerily, "please take Mr. Maximoff to the infirmary?"
"Right. Okay." He said, and took off in that direction, Pietro's dead weight lifting and falling with each step he took.
He really had no idea why he was doing this. When they had been forced to chose, Magneto or Xavier, Pietro was the only one to stay with the metal man. It had hurt all of the Brotherhood deeply, save Wanda, who seemed to take everything her brother did in stride. He had hated Pietro with a passion for quite some time, but now . . .
Maybe he just wanted things back to the way they were. But he knew he -definitely- didn't want Pietro dead. Besides, maybe if he saw that they were still willing to help each other, he'd join them again?
He didn't really care that all of this was wishful thinking.
"I can't believe he had the nerve to bring him here." Scott growled to himself as he stormed into the boy's restroom. Kurt's reports were rarely anything but dead on, and if this was no exception.
Lance had been strutting around their home as if he was still some sort of leader. The rest of the team seemed a little a little willing to follow the orders given by the rest of the X-men, but not Lance. He would go off on little missions with his group, sometimes, all alone.
And now, he was actually bringing -Quicksilver- here?
No, the professor wouldn't allow it. He was sure. And if he did, then . . . well, then the professor knew something he didn't. But until he found what this was, exactly, he was going to be extremely angry.
Scott was really very glad that the Brotherhood had joined them. It had felt strange to be fighting not only other mutants, but mutants who were their age, their grade. Who could be their friends.
But Lance wasn't willing to help out at all. As if he resented being forced to chose. And, as if Scott had forced him to do it.
He was going to wait to ask the professor about it, though. He had a feeling the man would be dealing with a lot tonight, and he didn't want to add anything unnecessary to his plate.
a.n: short, i know. and still, no plot. . sorry it just didn't fit here. next chapter, i swear!