I'm back. I'm not happy with this chapter at all. It was one of those unplanned, needed to set up the major twist in my story chapters. You know the ones. So it is short and sweet and to the point. Partly because I have to switch POV. Normally I never write anything this short. Oh well, enjoy. It will get better I swear.

Diclaimer: I don't own X-Men. .......................................................................

Loosing blood is bad.....Or is it?

Pietro sighed as he and the rest of the Brotherhood road the elevator to the helicoptor pad of the skyscraper. A mutant was causing some problems up there and, always one for a fight, Lance had drug them up here.

This really wasn't what he wanted to be dealing with right now. After last night he was tired and miserable and didn't want to be fighting mutants on the top of a freaking skyscraper.

"Damn." Lance said, "The X-Geeks beat us here."

They ran out of the open doors and low and behold there they were, Jean, Scott, Spyke, Kitty, Kurt and Rogue.

He smiled, unable to stop himself, as she spin-kicked the mutant in the head. The dumb thing never saw it comming. Another kick to it's ribs and it was on the ground.

He stayed back, letting Rogue have her fun, which seemed to be what everyone else was doing too.

His mind wandered as he watched his beloved fight. Which is why he didn't see the backup that came to aid their beaten comrad until it was too late.

With a hard shove the speed deamon didn't have time to avoid, he was sent over the side of the building.

"Shit." he said as he fell.