Shouting From The Rooftops

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"The only rules that really matter are these: what a man can do and what a man can't do."

Tabitha sighed and she slumped down on her bed, a water bottle in her hand. She had just gotten out of a training session, the kind that made her rethink why she had rejoined the X-Men. And she was pissed, too. Pissed at Jean, who made her work so hard her whole body felt numb. Pissed at Scott, who agreed with little miss perfect. Pissed at Amara, who refused to stand up for herself. But especially, she was pissed at Pietro, and she didn't know why.

Was it because he had stopped her from blasting Crystal all the way to Route 66? Maybe. Was it because he had used her? No, because she had brought it on herself. Or was it because she had started to enjoy his company. Tabby scowled. She had always enjoyed his company, they were friends. But she had started to feel differently, somehow.

Tabby heard the doorbell echo through the house, figuring it was Lance or someone for Kitty. She would let Jean answer it, she seemed like the only one not in the worst pain of her perfect life. The rest of the team were lying in pieces, literally in Jamie's case. Tabby heard the door open, but never Jean greet the guest. She just heard the door close after a moment, at the same a knock on her door.

The blonde knew who it was before he had a chance to turn the knob.

"Pietro." She simply stated as he appeared next to her.

"Hey Tabby." He grinned his signature grin.

Tabby scowled. "What do you want?"

"To talk."

"'Bout what?"

"What happened today."

"There's nothing to talk about."

Pietro sighed and sat down next to her lied out form. Tabby tried her best to roll to the side, but was unsuccessful and settled for staring blankly up into the speed demon's eyes.

"Why can't you just go away?" She asked weakly.

Pietro grinned...again. "I just wanted to ask you one question."

"What it is?" Tabby halfway groaned.

"Wanna fuck?"

Tabby brought up her fist and gave Pietro a good smack across the face, but ending up in more pain than he was. When both recovered, Pietro leaned over the blonde and brought his face so close to hers in less than a second.

"No, really, I wanted to ask you something..."

Tabby made no move to push him away but replied in a sarcastic tone, "No, Pietro, I will not bear your children."

"Actually, I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me?"

Tabby tired to hold in her laughter, but to no avail. "The great Pietro Maximoff asking little ol' me out? Oh, what an honor!"

Pietro frowned. "Is that sarcasm?"

Tabby burst into laughter again at his expression. "Nothing gets past you!"

"So is that a no?"

Tabby stopped laughing to look up at him. "What about Crystal?"

Pietro shrugged as his face relaxed. "She never really mattered."

Tabby studied his face for a second, all kinds of thoughts running through her head. Is this for real? What if he cheats on me? Does he just want my body? Will this end in heartbreak?

Might as well take a chance.

"Why not?"

Quicksilver smiled brightly. "Really?"

Tabby shrugged. "Yea, I guess."

What the hell have I gotten myself into?

Later

Take a photograph,

It'll be the last,

Not a dollar or a crowd could ever keep me here.

She hated him. Just hated him. She hated him so much, if she saw his face right now she would smash it. Ruin his beauty. And if she was forced to hear his voice, she would reach down his throat and tear out his vocal cords. That's how much she hated him.

As the song on the radio played into the chorus, Wanda reflected on how much she hated the pyromaniac. She hated every move he made, every breath he took, every smile that played across his face. Just pure hatred.

The Scarlet Witch parked Lance's jeep infront of the institute and hexed the gates to open, walking calmly through them. The lawn went into defense mode, but Wanda barley lifted a finger and every machine firing at her blew into pieces. When she neared the front door, it flew open to reveal Scott and Jean full in uniforms and ready for battle. Theirs faces hardened when they caught sight of an unharmed Brotherhood member.

"Wanda." Jean blankly stated, still not used to the fact that Rogue and Wanda were friends.

"Jean." Wanda replied in the same monotone way, earning a glare from Scott at treating his girlfriend that way.

"Rogue's upstairs...I guess you can go on up." The red head moved to let Wanda through, doing her best to smile sweetly.

Wanda forced a soft smile at the mind readers politeness, and walked past her. She arrived at her friend's door within minutes and walked in, not bothering to knock. Rogue was lying on her stomach in her bed, a thick book in her hands.

"Hey Wanda."

As Wanda shut the door behind her, she put the book down and started as Wanda sat on Kitty's empty bed.

"So?" The soul sucker questioned, wanted badly to know the 'important thing' Wanda had to tell her.

Wanda sighed and pulled her knees up to her chest, her black sweater falling from her shoulders. "You know who Pyro is, right?"

Rogue nodded, perking an eyebrow.

"Well, he's living at the Brotherhood."

"Oh gawd, Wanda, Ah feel so sorrah for ya! Is he driving you insane?" Rogue asked, pulling herself into a sitting position with her legs crossed.

Wanda halfway nodded. "Kinda...but..."

"You accidentally fell inlove with him, didn't you?" Rogue asked, her expression blank but firm.

Wanda's eyes widened. "How did you-"

"Ever watch the Lifetime channel? Do you realize how cliché that is?" Rogue smiled softly.

Wanda's frowned. "He has a girlfriend."

Rogue's smile faded as she stared into her friend's painful eyes. "Oh."

Wanda looked down. "Yea...So how's everything goin' with Remy?"

Rogue shrugged, rubbing her arms. "Not very well."

Wanda perked an eyebrow, then reached over and grabbed Rogue's arm, knowing it was safe because she wore gloves herself. She didn't wait for the Goth to protest and pulled off her glove, revealing a deep crimson scar across her palm. Wanda's threw her hand back down to her knee, and had to hold back from slapping Rogue across her face. Rogue stared at Wanda's angry face for a second, before putting her glove back on.

"You are so lucky, Rogue."

"How, Wanda? Ah can't touch anyone, Ah can't-"

"So what? At least you have someone who cares about! At least the person you love loves you back! Look at me, I have no one! And I can touch! Your mutation is just your excuse to be angsty and a complete bitch! Get over it, Rogue and get a fuckin' life. Open your damn eyes."

With that, Wanda jumped up and stormed off onto the small balcony, slamming the doors behind her. Rogue stared after her, her mouth hanging slightly open. She was right, Rogue needed to open her eyes. Suddenly, a loud crash came from behind her and Rogue twirled around to see Remy lying on the floor, her closet door wide open.

Without saying a word but offering a sheepish smile, Remy pulled himself up and took a seat by Rogue.

"She's right, Chere. The person you love does love you back."

Rogue turned away. "But-"

"But nothin' Chere. It doesn' matter ta me." A soft smile played across his face he leaned in.

"Remy, don't-"

The Gothic beauty was cut off again as his lips touched hers, only for a slip second. The Cajun pulled away before anything could happen, but something unexplainable did happen. There was no need for words as Rogue leaned into his arms.

A little while later, Rogue walked out onto the balcony to see Wanda leaning on the rail and looking out over the lawn. Rogue moved next to her and folded her arms across the railing, looking around in the same manner as her fellow Goth.

"Thank yah, Wanda."

The Scarlet Witch looked down, tears filling her eyes knowing that her previous statement was right.

She was alone.

BoM

John tapped his fingers rapidly on the phone, waiting for it to ring. He'd been waiting almost all afternoon for Amara to call, but she hadn't yet. Even though he was waiting for Amara's call, only one person was on his mind...

A loud ring echoed throughout the house, knocking John out of his thoughts. He stared at the phone for a second before answering it on the second ring.

"'Ello?"

"Hi John!" Amara's voice answered.

"Hey 'Mara."

"What're you up to?"

"Nothin' much. You?"

"Shopping. With Jubs."

"Uh, great."

"Are we still on for tonight?"

"Yea. I'll pick you up at nine and I've planned a romantic evening at the park."

Amara giggled. "Promise?"

"Promise."