Well, where's all my reviews!? Oh, and I cant find my story any more! Where'd it go? I'm mad. I've looked through nearly every page, and I don't see it. Ugh…Oh well…lets see reviews people, good or bad! Hope ya like this chappie!

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After my little chat with Pietro, I crawled into bed, though it was futile to try to sleep. I was to awake after that battle. Though it wasn't that action packed. But I lay there in bed, staring out at space, dreaming. I thought of what it would be like to live in one of those space stations, and see all of the planets, the moon, earth, other galaxies, and infinite stars. It was a big dream, though I was on the moon. I guess that was enough for me. I mean, I don't want to sound like this is nothing, cause it is. And I am the luckiest person I know besides the Acolytes and Mags and them. But, what a dream that is…

I finally began to get somnolent, so I let the peacefulness of sleep swallow me. I yawned one last time, and closed my eyes as a shooting star rocketed past the dome. It was a nice thing to see before falling asleep. The ball of fire shooting past, all ablaze with it's tail burning brightly into the night that space was for eternity.

I didn't dream tonight, and I was thankful for that. I was sick of reliving my past in my head. I would go crazy living like that. I hope I never live like that again. And if I ever have children, I know I will never, ever treat them like that. No matter what.

"Madison…" a voice said in an attractive voice, "Mads…good morning…" Who calls me Mads? Who calls me Mads… "Pietro?" I whispered out of nowhere. "Morning Mads," I heard from that sleek voice again. I opened my eyes, and saw Pietro looking down at me. "Now, how did I know that was you?" I said with a tiny yawn. "Hmm…I don't know. How?"

"I don't know either." He smiled and sat on the edge of my bed. "You are really gorgeous when you sleep."

"Only when I sleep?" I smirked, playing with his head. "Of course not. You are always gorgeous. No matter what."

"Yeah…sure…I don't think so."

"Why? You are very pretty. You have a great body. And face. All of you is great."

"Nah, I don't like any of it much. But oh well."

"Don't be like that. Now, how are those wrists?" he asked in a worried voice. "They're fine. Thanks." He didn't seem too happy, so he took my hands in his, like before, and ran his fingers over the scars. They were healed for the most part. The flesh was still pink and sensitive, but it didn't hurt all that much any more. "I don't like that all too much."

"Like I knew you would say. I'm fine though, they're healing pretty well."

"Ok. Well, how about breakfast? I know you're hungry."

"Yeah. I am. I didn't eat at all yesterday. I am so hungry…" I admitted, climbing out of bed. He took my hand in his, and we went downstairs.

The Brotherhood was in the kitchen, eating everything they could get their hands on. "Jeez guys. Cool it. Save some for the rest of us," I said yawning again. "Hey! Madison…looking good…" Toad said with a yellow toothed grin. I disparaged him and went to the cupboard to find a bowl so I could have some cereal. But by the time I found one, Pietro had two bowls set out, filled, and with glasses of juice too. I smiled and sat down with him to eat. "So, rock tumbler, how's everything on Earth?" I asked Lance, who was on his third sandwich. "Um…" he said through a mouthful of food. "He got dumped by Kitty," Toad interjected. Lance opened his mouth to speak but, closed it. "Aw…how sad," I said with a smile. "Shut the hell up Madison."

"Hey! You shut the hell up Lance!" Pietro called, as milk ran down his chin. "No, I can take this Pietro. Don't worry about me." I smiled at Lance, who had continued on his sandwich, and was now staring at the fascinating ceiling. "Well, it's all good. Huh Lancie boy?" I smirked, shoveling a mouthful of cereal into my mouth. "I don't give a fuck about her anyway! She was nothing to me."

"That's why you're so upset? Never mind. She was actually pretty pathetic when she came up here." Lance didn't reply, but walked out of the kitchen with yet another sandwich. I yawned for the third time, on account of not getting much sleep, and looked at Pietro. He was staring at the table now, and moving the spoon back and forth from his mouth to the bowl, not necessarily eating anything. I then stared at the milk droplets on the table, from his spoon. "Pietro?" I asked in a apprehensive tone. "Huh? Oh…was I not paying attention?"

"You were staring at the table. Into oblivion. You okay?"

"Yea-yeah. I'm just tired. And annoyed. I need to sleep."

"Well, me too. I hardly got any last night. Come on, you can lay out on my bed."

He shrugged and picked his bowl up, wiped the milk droplets away, and followed me to the sink where we both deposited our bowls and glasses. Then I took his hand and ported to my room. We both landed my bed, where I plopped back onto my pillow and closed my eyes. Pietro lay at the end, and stared at the ceiling. I looked at him, and sighed, then closed my eyes again. "Sleep well Pietro," I mumbled as I drifted slowly into an induced sleep. "Night Madison. Sleep good too."

I want to tell him I love him. I really do. Why though? We've only known each other a week or so. Time goes so slow when you're in a new place. And I've never been through that. I have never had to adjust to anything new, so I was always used to time going so quickly. And another thing I wonder about. Why didn't the professor detect me earlier in my life when I first received my power? If he had, maybe I wouldn't have gone through all of that shit with my parents. Maybe then I wouldn't have tried to kill myself. And yes, I do blame it on my parents.

I heard footsteps clanking on the floor as I slept. Should I wake up? Stop thinking and go back to sleep. No, I would wake up. I already had a day to sleep. Wake up! I sat up straight in bed and looked around, and saw nothing. Pietro was still at the end of my bed. Sleeping now. I smiled at his face. So plain, yet beautiful and sexy. How could anybody like him be so gorgeous? Than again, there is not another person like him. Anywhere. Nor like anybody else. Did you know that even identical twins are different in the head and stuff like that? That's enough thinking Madison. You are starting to sound like an ass. A smart ass at least. STOP right now. Whoa, demanding thoughts. I got up out of bed, and stretched, careful of my wrists, and then looked again at Pietro. He was great. I then snuck out of the room, as not to wake him, and headed for the living room. As I walked down the hallway, I passed the closed bedroom doors, and an open bathroom door. I reached the stairs, stopped, and walked backyards a few feet and stopped. Sabretooth was in the bathroom, his hair in a turban towel, and his feet up in the counter, his toes separated with cotton balls. He was sitting on the toilet, painting his nails. What the hell was this? He's some kind of girly guy. He paints his damn nails and puts his hair in turbans to dry! I laughed, after ducking out of sight, and headed for the stairs again. Well, at least he painted his nails black.

In the living room, Fred and Toad were on the couch watching cartoons. I sighed a I sat down, and asked for the remote. "No man, we're watching cartoons, yo." I shrugged and held my hand out. "Remote please Toad." He didn't budge. He sat there, holding the remote to his chest, staring at the foul cartoons on the plasma TV. "I'll give you five seconds."

"I'm not giving you the remote, you'll change it."

"Duh. I don't want to watch some fucking cartoon show. Now give me the damn remote you little worm!" I called lunging at him. He shrieked and hopped just far enough out of my reach. I growled, and ported to where he was, but he hopped again, to the wall. "I can play that game too." I jumped to the wall, and grabbed a beam with my left hand, and reached to him with my right. Every time though, he managed to hop just out of my reach. "You're starting to piss me off Toad!" I roared as I balanced on a beam along the ceiling. He laughed and tossed the remote to Fred, who tossed it back to him as soon as he had landed next to him. I powered up my beams and looked down at them. "Maggots." Then I aimed at Toad, and fired a hex off. It hit him in the head, and he passed out. Fred jumped up, but I hit him in the head too, and he fell back to his seat. That want enough though, so I hit him a few more times, and he was still. I ported down and sat next to Toad. "Why yes, I would like to change the channel. Thank you Toad." I picked up the remote and changed the channel.

Later, Pietro ambled down the stairs and sat next to me. His hair was tousled. "Your hair is messy Pietro." He nodded and sighed. "Sabretooth is in the bathroom." I laughed and pointed toward the kitchen. "There's one through there." He nodded again, but shrugged afterward. "I don't give a shit anymore." He didn't give a shit about his hair? But I can clearly remember him freaking out when it was messy the day I came over in the morning. "Come on," I said taking his hand. "What? I want to stay here. And sit…"

"No, you're coming with me." I ported to the bathroom through the kitchen.

"Mads, I said I didn't give a shit. And I don't," he said with a heavy sigh. "I don't give a shit if you don't give a shit. You like your hair nice, so we'll make it nice." I pulled a bottle of gel toward me and smiled. "Now, you just slick it back and then leave two bangy things right?"

"Bangy things? Um…I leave two strands standing up going backward."

"Same difference.," I said squeezing gel into my hand and then running it through is hair. "Now, we'll make it look like it does everyday. Okay?"

"Fine. I don't care. Whatever." I laughed and stood on my toes. "I got it the first time." He sighed, I know he was pissed about something. All I had to do was figure out what it was. Even if he got mad at me. I didn't care. I wanted to make him cheer up. He's never been like this around me, and I don't want him to be either. "Ok, so that's done right?" I said facing him toward the mirror. I had messed it up a bit, just to piss him off, and I saw him smile. "Uh…no." He put his hands up on mine to show me how to smooth his silver hair back into the perfect style for him. "I get it now," I whispered as he dropped his hands. I took his hands in mine though, and kissed him. Our fingers locked, and we made out. It was nice to have him around again. To have somebody that did care for me. And he said he did. I think I believe him. Why shouldn't I?

Ugh…so tired…thank god for the three day weekend. I'll sleep…write more…sleep…sleep…write more…sleep…sleep…sleep...write more…you get the picture. Well, speaking of sleep, that's what I am going to do now. Sleep and not wake up till noon the next day. I hope. I pray. I need to get more sleep. During the week, I only get about 15 hours. Which really, really sucks. I'm sidetracking. Sorry. Hope you liked. I'll be working on the next one!