DISCLAIMER:  [1] I do not own the X-men or anything of the sort. [2] I have no money.  The importance of these statements :  Sue no one!

AUTHOR'S NOTE:  These events happen after some of the episodes.  I don't know which ones.  I'll try and find that out. . . but I can tell you it's after DOR, and it's just after the one where Rogue's powers go haywire.  If you'd be so inclined, please review, or flame if that's your style, because reviewers are just angels without wings.  AS ALWAYS: SUGGESTIONS WELCOME.

SPECIAL THANKS:

Cassie-bear01 :  Wow . . . yep, Pietro's really mean, hunh.  That's okay . . . there's a lot more to happen.

evolutionary_spider : thanks for the awesome review!  I'll try to answer some of your demands. . . er, uh, questions (hee hee).  First.  Here's the chapter you've been waiting for.  Second,  "Stupid Lance" yeah, that nasty breakup.  Thirdly, Next chapter, will explore what effects Pietro's stunt had on that assignment.  More Logan! (yay!) and maybe some Rogue-ness, and maybe some Tabby-ness.  And well, each person will reflect on the details of why the other gets under their skin.  Oh yeah, some Kelly torture. . .  Hope you enjoy.

All readers:  thanks for reading my story, I hope you liked it.

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"How come there's never any food 'round here, yo?"  Todd shut the cupboard door dejectedly.  He was mumbling to himself when he heard the door to the brotherhood house slam open.  He turned and hopped off the counter, bounding into the living room.

"Lance, that you?  We need to use your jeep to get food. . . . otherwise Fred's gonna eat us—AAHHH!"

He dodged out of the way to avoid being trampled by a blur of speeding motion.

"Get out of my way!"

Todd leapt onto the back of the couch as Pietro sped past him and up the stairs.  He jumped off the couch and followed after him.

"Yo, Pietro, Fred's eaten everything in the house again—Whoa-a-a!"  Todd lost his balance as he slipped in a puddle of water Pietro had left.  He went careening across the barewood floor, crashing into the banister at the foot of the stairs.  He lay at the bottom, upside down in a crumpled heap.  His stomach did backflips, and he shook his head. Once the stars cleared he saw a very unnatural Pietro glaring down at him.

"Food should be the last thing on your mind right now.  Magneto sent me here to train this sick excuse for a team into a force to be reckoned with.  And all you guys can do is make us the butt of everyone's jokes.  What you need to do is get the rest of this pathetic gang of wanna-be's together, and be ready to hear about our new mission.  You got that."

"Uhm . . . yeah Pietro.  Sure thing."

Pietro loomed over Toad for a few more seconds, his icy glare giving Todd goosebumps.

Then he sped back upstairs.  Todd lay there, wondering how hard he landed his head when he heard Wanda and Pietro arguing.

"Move it, Wanda!  I need to use your bathroom."

"In your dreams!  What's wrong with yours!?"  Todd craned his neck until he could make their figures in the hall.

"Pietro! What are you doing!"  Wanda was roughly removed from the bathroom by the speed-demon, and she stood in the hall, toothbrush in hand as he slammed the door in her face.

The walls of the house rattled as she blinked unfathomably at the closed door.  Her anger subsided though, until a rare smirk crept across her face.

She chuckled as she walked down the hall to her room.

"Oh brother dearest, I do believe that lime lipgloss is not your color."

"SHUT-UP WANDA!"