Childrenwithblades: We both find it kinky, then, we both do indeed!
PietrolovesAqua: ....the fact that they all say like doesn't matter; Kitty's ANNOYING when she says it. shifty eyes
DigitalAngel4U: O.o you're gushing? Should I call an ambulance? ::Snickers:: Ambu-Lance. Oh geez, the pain of the bad puns... I'm glad you liked! I'm rather fond of fannon Pietro/Scott encounters. Call me weird. Call me crazy. I think it's hot. Lol
Enfant-terrible: As I love YOU so damn much for reviewing! gives you cookies
GhostHelwig: YOU WIN! ::loves you and hugs you and gives you Pietro's shoes so he can't throw them:: If I don't answer your emails, love, it's totally because he's knocked me out and tied me up...
DemonRogue13: I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter; and you got the first one!
A/N: Ah, yes. Enter...pieott. ::Giggles:: Sorry. I needed drama. And...I like totally unbelievable pairings almost as much as the ones that are so obvious it hurts.
Please bear with me? Because, uh, it will ALWAYS remain Lance/Pietro. Always.
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-8- I'm not going anywhere's.
Pietro eyed the locker, half tempted to tear the door off it's hinges. Furiously, he turned his lock, popping the locker open and stuffing the contents of his book bag into it. Getting his English and math text's, he stuffed them back into his locker, slamming the door shut again before stalking off down the hall towards his first class.
On the locker door, in hot pink magic marker, were the words 'Pretty Pietro wears Pink: Queers have no right on the basketball team.'
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Lance looked at the heater, daring it to turn itself off again. Wanda, beside him, stepped back as Lance cackled, wrench in hand and manic look on his face. Lance looked over at Wanda, who shrugged, as the heater continued to clatter.
"You know, Lance, we really need a new heater." Wanda stated, as the clattering came to an abrupt halt and the heater died once more. Lance glared at Wanda, then turned his gaze on the heater, willing it to start up again. Brandishing the wrench at it, he fixed it with a heavy look and took a step towards it.
"You shall work, do you hear me, heater? You will come back from the dead, reborn like the phoenix, and you shall bring heat into our dreary home!" The heater, oblivious to Lance's command, remained as it was, and Wanda stifled a laugh. Lance settled down beside the heater, and set to work on it, while Wanda stood, amused at the earth manipulators distress.
"You know, instead of standing there, you could help me here." Lance stated, eyeing the woman as she sat on the old dryer, watching him. Wanda shrugged, her gaze traveling around the room to rest on a couple of boxes.
"Hello, what have we got here?" she asked, sliding from her spot to make her way to the boxes. Lance looked up, curious as to what Wanda found, as the girl pulled one of the boxes to her. Opening it, she poked around the contents, a small smile on her face.
"Hey, look!" she exclaimed, pulling out an eighties rocker wig and holding up a tattered t-shirt to her chest, "I'm you!" snickering, she pulled the wig off, tossing it at Lance.
"Ew, Wanda; you have no clue where that's been. For all you know, some old man with lice could have owned that thing." Wanda made a face at the thought, but waved the idea off with a quick sweep of her hand as she pointed to the side of the box. It read, in thick black marker, 'Brotherhood costumes.'
"Pietro and Todd brought down the old costumes from last Halloween, like you asked them too. Amazing. I didn't think they were capable of it. Hey, look; Pietro's hooker boots! I thought he didn't want to toss them in the box?" Wanda's questioning gaze went form the boots to Lance, who shrugged.
"I don't know. Maybe he got tired of you teasing him about them?" Wanda stuck out her tongue, returning the boots to the box, and continued with her search, pulling out odds and ends, Lance looking over her findings, forgetting bout the broken heater.
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"Yo, 'Tro! Have you been to your locker yet, man?" Todd's voice startled Pietro out of thought as he exited first period English, and he looked up. Todd stood inches from him, and Pietro sighed, shouldering his bag and setting off towards math.
"Yeah, I saw it. I need to stop by the janitor's closet to get something to clean it off with after school." Turning a corner, he nearly collided with someone. Muttering an apology, he turned to Todd, who was still right behind him.
"It's just words, Todd. I don't need you to follow me around. And don't say your not; I know your next class is at the opposite end of the school. I'm a big boy, remember?" Todd rolled his eyes, but took off, calling one last goodbye over his shoulder as he headed for the Chemistry Lab, only stopping to help a girl from his Socials class, who went by the handle 'Ghost', with her locker.
Entering the lab room, he took his seat by the door, and waited for the class to start.
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"You ain't nothin' but a hound dog...cryin' all the time." Wanda burst into giggles as Lance slide through the kitchen doorway, pelvic thrusting in time to the Elvis cd playing in the beaten down cd player. He was wearing a pair of bellbottoms from his hippie costume the previous year, and a shirt proclaiming himself King Burger. On his head was Tabby's tiara from her princess costume, and on his hands were the gaudy costume jewelry Pietro had worn as a hooker.
"You ain't never caught a rabbit; you ain't no friend of mine!" Wanda toppled over, her laughter carrying her to the floor. She wore rainbow stockings, the leather skirt form Pietro's costume, Todd's old Ramones tank top, and Lance's fringed hippie vest. Giggling, she pulled herself up, shaking her head.
"My turn. Geez...uh, throw on Shania Twain, I'll sing any man of mine..."
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"Hey, Pietro! 'Tro, wait up, will ya?" Pietro stopped, waiting for his housemate to catch up with him. Todd nodded to their usual table, and the two made their way to it.
"Ah, lunch. Just what I needed, yo." Todd stated, making quick work of his sandwich while Pietro looked at his own lunch. Todd looked at Pietro, then at the sandwich in his hand. Realization struck him, and he chuckled.
"He gave you ham again, didn't he."
Pietro nodded, pushing the sandwich at Todd. Lance had been told, several times, that Pietro didn't like ham; didn't like meat, much, but had he listened? No. Obviously not.
"Hey, mind if I sit down?" Pietro looked up, startled at the familiar voice. Shrugging, he returned to the rest of his lunch; soggy carrots and an apple. Evan sat down, and Todd stared at him.
"Well. I suppose you want to be friends now. Or something." Pietro's offhand comment received a quick look, a shrug, and Evan's salad being pushed onto Pietro's tray. Pietro frowned, looking over at Evan.
"Hey, I don't need your charity, Spike. I can get my own meals." He stated, angrily. Evan held his hands up, flexing his fingers slightly, and smiled at Pietro.
"No charity. Call it a peace offering. That, and I hate salad. Actually, I wanted to ask you about basketball tonight. Do you need a lift? Scott said he'd drive you if you want. He really wants to be you're friend for some odd reason." Pietro smirked, examining his finger nails snobbishly before replying top Evan's remark.
"Of course he does. I AM the great Pietro Maximoff, after all. Sure, I could use a ride." Evan rolled his eyes, and Todd snorted into his milk.
"Is he still always like this?" Evan asked, turning to Todd, who smirked.
"Oh yeah. Always. Tro, why don't you just go with Daniels here after school./ I'll tell Lance where you are." Pietro shrugged, and Todd sighed dramatically.
"You're welcome, you're majesty."
"You know, I think I like that."
"Look what you started, Tolensky. Now he'll want everyone to call him that."
Todd laughed, then turned his thoughts to Lance. He wondered what the older teen would say about the sudden interest in Pietro from the X-man....
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A/N: Okay, folks, Angel Reid has left the building! Sorry to keep you all waiting. I've been on a Stargate kick, and keep imagining the Brotherhood as SG-1. With, you know...Lance as Jack, Freddy as Teal'C, Pietro as a much more arrogant Daniel, Todd and Jonas, and Wanda as Sam. Yeah.
