Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men: Evolution. Which is odd, 'cause I rule the rest of the world with an iron fist.

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Pietro eyed Rogues bare back appreciatively as she mixed up another batch of the serum, referring closely to her notes because most of the Beasts knowledge was now a blur and she was worried about making a mistake. She obviously doesn't think that I'M a mistake, he thought smugly, or else she'd put on some clothes before doing that.

            "Hey, why doncha come back to bed?"

            "Sorry Speedy, ah don't think ah've got the energy! Besides, ah ought to think about getting back to the Institute soon, before anyone notices they haven't seen me all day."

            "OK." Peitro watched as she drank the serum. "That stuff's not giving you any side effects, is it?"

            "Nope."

            "What happens if the X-Men notice that you lost your powers?"

            "Ah dunno." Rogue shrugged. "Ah'll have to avoid touchin anyone – shouldn't be hard if ah act scared of bein possessed again."

            Privately, Pietro doubted that she could keep the secret from the others for long, but decided to drop the subject. "Hey, I'm starving. All that sex works up an appetite. You want some pizza?"

            "Sure."

            "I'll go make some." He pulled on his jeans and a clean T-shirt and sped downstairs. Rogue smiled to herself as she shoved the chemicals into the back of the closet and tried to remember where she'd dropped her clothes. She vaguely remembered losing her jeans before they even got into the bedroom and found them outside Pietro's door. Pulling them on hurriedly, she spied one of her boots halfway down the stairs, the other at the foot and the rest of her clothes scattered around the front door.  She ran down the stairs and had just picked up the boot when the front door flew open.

            "Pietro, you assh – WAAAAAGH!"

            "AAAAAARGH!"

            "WAAAAAGH!"

            "What's going on yo - GAAAAAGH!"

            Pietro raced out and hustled the other Brotherhood boys back through the door. Give her second to get dressed, perverts!"

            "Can't we just –"

            "OUT!"

            Slamming the door closed, Pietro glanced up at Rogue, who was frozen halfway up the stairs with her arms crossed over her chest and a look of sheer horror on her face, and began to laugh. He picked up her bra, vest and the boot and ran to give them to her. "You can uncover the boobs now – I've seen 'em before," he told her, still laughing.

            "So's the whole Brotherhood now!" Rogue snatched her clothes off him and tried to dress as quickly as possible. "What's so damn funny?"

            "Their faces!" sniggered Pietro. You'd think they'd never seen a pair of tits before!"

            Rogue started to smile too. "Not a pair like these anyway!"

            "And you call me an egomaniac! Anyway, I suppose we'd better let them in." Pietro went back to the door and opened it. The other three stood on the step with identical expressions of shock.

            Pietro raised an eyebrow. "What?"

            Lance found his voice first. "Rogue?"

            "She didn't have a shirt on yo!"

            "Shut up Toad," said Pietro, slightly puzzled. "Yeah, Rogue. I thought you said you'd worked it out."

            "She wasn't wearing a – "

            "SHUT UP TOAD!"

            "But…we thought…" Lance seemed easily as confused as Pietro. "We thought it was Boom-Boom!"

            Pietro's look of total horror at the thought was the second most talked about topic in the Brotherhood house that evening. "Boom-Boom? Are you outta your mind?"

            "Are YOU?" returned Lance. "What the hell –"

            "Can you guys have that argument when ah'm gone?" Rogue appeared at Pietro's side, still blushing. Lance, Fred and Toad suddenly felt the need to study the ground quite closely.

            "Good idea." Pietro draped an arm over her shoulders and the couple went into the kitchen.

            "Man, I am never gonna be able to fight the X-Men again without remembering today," said a clearly traumatised Fred as he led the way into the living room.

            "Not even a – "

            "Toad, would you shut up?"

            "Well, I won't be able to either yo. How'm I supposed to look Wanda in the eye after that? After seein Dracula's Daughter almost naked…"

            "SHUT UP TOAD!"

            Lance sat in his chair and stared towards the kitchen with a thoughtful expression. "How's she suddenly able to touch people?"

            "I mean I could see – " Toad leapt sideways as the floor beneath him began to shake. "Alright, I'm shuttin up already! What is this, abuse the Toad day?"

            "Maybe she was holdin out on us," suggested Fred. "Maybe she could control her powers and just didn't tell us."

            "Us OR the X-Men." Narrowing his eyes, Avalanche considered the implications of this scenario and none of them were good. "One way or another, I'm getting some answers outta Quicksilver. Count on it."

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AUTHORS NOTE: Hope no one thought Rogue was too quick to jump into bed with Pietro – I just think that if she wasn't sure how long the serum would work, she'd wanna act before it was too late. Anyway, please R&R!