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"So when you say you want us to stay together....do you mean, still as the brotherhood?" Todd asked a confused look on his face as if he knew what was going on but was just making sure.
Lance shook his head from his position leaning against the counter in the kitchen of the Boarding House they had all at one time shared.
"No Todd," he said using the backs of his hands to push himself up into a less slouching position, "I mean as friends. I don't want little living politics to separate us."
Todd's mouth fell open just slightly so he could intake a small amount of air. He did a double take as he saw Wanda in the kitchen door, duffle bag in hand. She looked at him blankly.
"What exactly are we discussing?" she asked though it was evident she already knew and most certainly had her own opinion. "And why are we?" she directed her words to Todd and Fred who stood behind him his own strange look in place.
"Pietro is your friend and he needs you! There should be no discussing you should know what to do!" she barked at them yet not with her usual aggressiveness.
Todd answered her, "This isn't a simple decision Wanda!" he informed her clenching his fist and not noticing the way that Lance had his fingers crossed and head bowed.
"Why not!" she demanded, dropping her bag to the ground and taking a step towards him. Todd looked at her somewhat sadly as if what he was going to say wasn't what he wished to admit.
"Because once he betrayed us...you...me...himself. And once upon a time I swore that I could never trust him again, and for once I doubted if I knew him at all. I doubted that he was my friend. How I can I throw away what I have now for something I'm not sure I'll ever have again?" Todd asked then paused and looked at her, "How can you?"
"I just know...it's different this time Todd. Everything's changing." She scooped up her bag, "And I'm going to him. You're welcome to come. Fred's going," she gestured to the large blond who looked away from his best friends' confused glance, "I want you to come Todd."
"Please Todd," Lance spoke breaking himself from his under the radar safety, "look how broken we are apart. We can go back....I'm pretty sure we can fix whatever the Hell went wrong."
Todd looked down, then up to look at all of the people that wanted him. To be their friend. Just knowing that had to be enough. He sighed.
"Why the fuck not?" he said with a laugh and stood slouching as usual. "I'll...go pack...but um Lance...are we still...you know the Brotherhood?" he asked looking at Lance.
"Yeah," said the older youth, "if that's what you want then yeah." Todd pursed his lips and nodded.
"It is." He said before actually sprinting up the steps. Wanda sighed and handed her bag to Fred whom held his own. "Will you take these out to Lance's jeep please?" she asked and he nodded slowly not quite used to having her utter the word please.
He exited outside and Wanda turned to Lance and placed her hands on her hips. "Well that wasn't too difficult. I just don't know how were going to break the news to my father." she spat as Lance shrugged.
There was a sudden crash and glass flew into their faces and fell at their feet. Lance jumped backed and looked at the broken window only to see a very familiar set of cards and pair of red eyes. Laughter broke the silence. But it was only amused.
"Oh trust me chere....he already knows."
Pietro squirmed uncomfortably in the wheelchair at the metal table in the kitchen of Xavier's mansion. It was a Saturday today which meant he would spend a great deal of time avoiding the X-men. But a few had caught him it seemed and drug him to this destination.
And speaking of drugs he was still waiting to regain the use of his legs. The expected time had doubled since the last couple of days. But he didn't feel the need to run as much now that he was getting a better handle of his new powers. Jean had been helping him out. Also speaking of...
"Kitty I'm pretty sure that Pietro isn't hungry! You don't need to make him anything!" Jean said to the petite brunette as Kitty tried to turn on the gas stove unsuccessfully.
She made a face at Pietro that told him he didn't want to try her cooking anyhow. Not to mention all the warnings that the guys of the house had, reluctantly, given him involved staying the hell away from Kitty's little 'experiments'.
Rouge gave Jean a small poke in the side and mock scowled, "Oh shut it Jean!" She then turned to look at Pietro from her sitting area on the kitchen counter.
"Oh trust me Pietro, you'll just love Kitty's cooking!" she told him with a smirk. He raised an eyebrow and held up a hand to her.
"I'll pass thank you very much." He told her before glancing at Kitty who was still fiddling with the stove. He rolled his eyes leaned his head on his hand and snapped his fingers.
"AH!" Kitty shrieked as the stove suddenly sprung to life and blue flames danced under the eyes of the stove. She glared at Pietro. "Don't do that!" she chastised him knowing full well that it had been Pietro who had caused the incident.
She, for one, still wasn't used to Pietro's newfound powers of natural element. It was quite evident that he and Jean's little sessions had evolved far beyond plants.
Pietro ignored the laughs and antics of the girls around and tried to contact Wanda in his mind. Lance and she had called(by phone) to say that they were getting their things before coming back and staying for good, that Freddy was coming with them, and that they were working on Todd. But that had been a couple of hours ago. They would've called by now...
'Pietro we have a problem!' Wanda's voice began to echo into Pietro's mind. It was frantic and he almost wished she'd called by phone so he could hear other noises. He was fairly sure some of them might be less than inviting. He perked up, suddenly alert.
'Wanda what's wrong? Are you guys okay?' he thought and took no notice that the girls were staring at him wondering why he wasn't responding to them. All except Jean, of course, who had a worried expression plastered onto her face.
"Let's just say daddy dearest found out about our new residence and sent one of his little henchmen to try and change our minds. I'm pretty sure me and Lance can take this one on our own. But if more show up we'll need your help. So standby little brother!'
'What! Wanda! What the hell do you mean standby?' he shouted mentally yet got no response. He felt a small touch on his shoulder. He looked up at Jean. She looked worried and he noticed how two strands of her hair fell into her serious green eyes.
"Pietro what's going on?" she asked him softly. He shook his head at her and shied away from her hand. He learned that it was hard to avoid her sometimes, when she was always with him. To quickly shut the door or hide behind the book he was reading when they were alone. He felt so comfortable with her...yet so nervous.
"Nothing." He lied. If Wanda wanted him to wait he would have to trust her to handle the situation. And Lance not to fuck it up. He could only hope.
"Ah!" Wanda shouted as she grabbed the neck of Todd's shirt to pull him out of the range of a flying and dangerous Jack of Spades. She shoved him behind the couch as an indication to stay low. "Thank me later!" she instructed before turning to Freddy.
"Hey," she ducked as Lance caused the lamp to explode from wherever his invisible self was hiding, "you and Todd get outta here and take our shit to Xavier's place okay?" Freddy nodded and rushed to the couch, grabbing Todd who insisted he didn't want to leave Wanda and flew out the door.
Wanda placed her hand on her knee and pushed herself up. It felt as if electricity were running through her veins and sparks danced at her palms. Gambit stopped his unsuccessful search for Lance to regard her coolly.
He nearly lost his composure as the lights flickered but he smirked. "Temper," he reminded me, "I'm just here to do my job. You wouldn't want to shoot the messenger would ya?" he asked her calmly leaning against the doorframe and Wanda wondered what the Hell Lance was doing.
"Who said I was going to shoot you?" she snarled as he tossed a card her way. She lifter her hand roughly and a spark sent the card flinging back at him before exploding and setting his jacket on fire.
Wanda smirked actually believing that she might have concluded the fight. But she gasped and mentally swore as the fire went spiraling upwards into the air and into the hand of a manically grinning red-head.
"So you like to play with fire, eh?" he asked before turning directly to the left of him and tossing the fire into air. Yet surprisingly it caught ablaze mid toss and Lance's voice could be heard swearing as the fiery outline of a person fell to the ground in flame.
"Lance!" she shrieked which caused the red head she remembered Pietro once referring to as Pyro laugh in a crazed fashion.
"I didn't know he was actually there! Ha, and to think I was just going to burn the house down. Per Magnetos' instructions," his expression darkened, "not to mention whoever might be in it!" He laughed more and Wanda stared at him blankly. But only because she was having her own side conversation.
'Pietro!' she thought frantically in hopes of attracting her twins' attention. Suddenly his voice came to her loud and clear.
'Yeah Wanda?' he asked urgently and she was relieved to know he had heard her. 'Do you remember that standing by I had you doing? Could you please forget that? Your little Pyro buddy is here and all we're doing is giving him fire to play with! Get your ass over here please!' she instructed before severing ties all together. All she could do was wait and try not to let her or Lance cause anymore fires. Lord knew that would not be good.
"AW! For Gods sake!" Pietro swore loudly attracting the attention of Ororo whom had shooed away the girls so Pietro could be alone for a moment. "Is anything wrong?" she asked him concerned.
His head snapped up to her as if just realizing her presence. He paused before straightening up in his chair and moving his feet around. His legs had begun to get better the moment Ororo walked in but he couldn't walk on them yet. Not quite.
He cleared his throat. "Yeah...there um might be a little problem at the Boarding house." He told her careful not to slip into the routine of calling it home. He was trying to adjust you see.
Ororo nodded, "Well in that case we'd better go." she told him seriously. The door behind Ororo swung open.
"Go where?" asked a voice and they turned to see Scott Summers standing in the frame of the door, an eyebrow raised above his glasses. Pietro shrugged at Ororo. He would never tell Lance this but he actually kind of liked Scott.
Not only was he the only guy in the house who had tried to make him feel welcome but he would tell Pietro what was going on and didn't spare him because he was isolated to a wheelchair. Not to mention that even though he had dated Jean, he had been extremely good to her and didn't mind that Pietro and her spent so much time together. This, Pietro had thought, might've had something to do with the way he and Rouge seemed to hang out. Just a thought on his behalf.
"To the Brotherhood's old house, there might be a problem with..?" Ororo trailed and looked at Pietro for she didn't exactly know what the problem was. Pietro noticed this and caught them up to speed.
"Magnetos little minions are attacking Wanda and the others." He told them and Scott groaned.
"Don't say minions it makes me feel like we're in a cartoon!" he told them as Pietro shrugged.
"We should be enough." Ororo told them heading over to Pietro to get his wheelchair, "There's no need to get anyone else involved in a dangerous situation."
Pietro made a motion for her to stop. Placing his hand on the armrests the chair moved forward on it's own. She stared at him confused. He shrugged.
"Metal." He pointed at the wheelchair's wheel covers, "Kind of natural." He mumbled before letting his head snap over to the other door in front of them.
He smirked, "This might put a hitch in your three person cavalry." He informed jerking his hand backwards and causing the wooden door to open as he, Scott and Ororo watched in amusement as Rouge, Kitty and Jean fell through the door and into a heap on the kitchen floor.
"Spies." He accused jokingly momentarily forgetting about his friends' peril. Kitty phased out of the pile as Scott rushed over and helped up Rouge and Jean hopped up on her own also.
Ororo looked at them all. She sighed, "Just come along then," she said as she grabbed the keys to the van and began to walk out, "We're wasting time."
It only took about three minutes to actually get there considering that Kitty phased them through anything and everything in her haste to get to Lance's rescue. Jean, it seemed, was the only one who noticed that Todd and Fred passed them in the Jeep.
'Everything will be fine.' She told them mentally, trying her best not to scare them. They pulled into the driveway only to be greeted by the sight of Wanda desperately trying to toss back rampants of cards and keep the house intact. Lance was, obviously, no where in sight. Kitty immediately phased out of the car.
"Lance!" she shouted looking for him. Scott and Rouge followed her. "Kitty, wait!" Scott shouted after her but she ignored his calls and went into the house alone. "Shit!" Scott swore not noticing the look Ororo gave him.
"Don't worry I'll go after her. You just be careful." Rouge told Scott with a touch of the arm. Pietro opened the van door and slowly swayed to his feet.
"I'll come too." He told her, "That's probably where Pyro's at." Rouge nodded. Jean tried to go after Pietro but Ororo stopped her.
"We'll need you out here." She told Jean gesturing to the pole that Gambit had extracted from his coat. Jean nodded and touched her hands to her temples. The pole jerked violently out of the mutants' grip and into the air.
This action startled the young man who didn't seem to have noticed them drive up. That moment of surprise gave time for Scott to gently lift his glasses and let a powerful ray of red light hurl at Gambit's chest. He was out cold within seconds and Wanda rushed into the house, the remaining three right behind her.
Pietro ran at a normal pace for anyone else. Yet that was fast for his tired and somewhat wobbly legs. He entered through the open front door watching as Kitty and Rouge tried desperately to pick up a fallen Lance.
"Oh my God!" Pietro shouted before running over to Lance. "What the Hell happened to him?" He asked Rouge since it looked like Kitty was crying.
Rouge shook her head. "I'm not quite sure." She told him, "It looks like he's burned a little on the arms and may have a concussion. Nothing too major, Kitty's just kind of freaking out."
"No kidding." He said looking at the poor girl. "But still...where's Pyro?" He asked looking around. There was a whistle.
Looking over he saw Pyro standing with a match. "Say goodbye to your house Pietro, sorry, but orders are orders ya know?" He blew at the flames. They only grew.
"The hell orders are orders!" Pietro shouted as Jean showed up at his side. He frantically pointed at the sink in the kitchen. Nodding Jean used her powers to twist the knobs as water poured from the faucet.
By then flames were surrounding them and Pietro concentrated on the running water. Slightly comforted by Jeans presence he used his powers to make the water extend from the faucet to the flames. Pyro was so startled that he didn't see Rouge creep up behind him and place a hand to his cheek. He dropped like a fly.
"Rouge are you okay?" Scott shouted running through the door and stopping when he saw Pyro. He looked at Kitty.
"Will he be okay?" he asked gesturing to Lance as she nodded. Jean began to lift his body with her mind as she took him to the van with Ororo's help. Rogue walked over and helped Kitty off the ground and out of the house.
Scott looked at Pietro, "What should we do with them?" he asked jerking one thumb at Gambit and the other at Pyro. Pietro shook his head.
"I don't know. Leave them? I'm sure they were here to make a point and nothing else. The odds that they will do anything thing while we're gone are pretty slim." Pietro told him.
Scott nodded as Wanda drug Pyro out and left him next to Gambit. They shut and locked the boarding house door. Possibly for good.
After hugging Wanda and seeing that she was alright, Pietro fell shakily into step with Scott as they walked to the van. Scott looked at him with a ruby gaze.
"Are you...going to be okay?" he asked Pietro. The dove haired youth shrugged and stopped walking, prompting Scott to stop also.
"It's just...kind of shocking to imagine that my father...would go to such lengths as to try and kill all of us. It makes me wonder...do you have any extra room on that little mutant superhero team of yours?" he asked seriously.
Scott smiled, "Plenty." He told him, "You're welcome to join." Pietro nodded thoughtfully.
"I'll talk it over with Xavier." He told them as they entered the van and sped off in the distance, this time in less of a hurry.
Pietro sighed and looked out the window, 'Things have changed father,' he thought, 'it's time you learned how to cope.'
DigitalAngel4U: Sorry that chapter was kind of more abrupt and what not, I'm just trying to work Magneto into the story. Also I hope you don't mind that I like Scott because I know some people don't, but he's one of my favorite characters. I'll try to have more secondary couplings later on, not to mention Pietro and Jean. Plus I'd like to point out that I'm not trying to make the Acolytes assholes, they're just doing their jobs and in this particular scenario, are kind of the bad guys. Please review, flame, ramble, and whatever you want to because I'd love to hear what you think.
And to ChildrenWithBlades-sorry about the albino thing with Pietro and I just can't bring myself to spell Rouge like Rogue. I don't know why. Thanks for your review!
This chapter is for Furrygurl who has been such an enthusiastic reviewer! Thanks so much!
"So when you say you want us to stay together....do you mean, still as the brotherhood?" Todd asked a confused look on his face as if he knew what was going on but was just making sure.
Lance shook his head from his position leaning against the counter in the kitchen of the Boarding House they had all at one time shared.
"No Todd," he said using the backs of his hands to push himself up into a less slouching position, "I mean as friends. I don't want little living politics to separate us."
Todd's mouth fell open just slightly so he could intake a small amount of air. He did a double take as he saw Wanda in the kitchen door, duffle bag in hand. She looked at him blankly.
"What exactly are we discussing?" she asked though it was evident she already knew and most certainly had her own opinion. "And why are we?" she directed her words to Todd and Fred who stood behind him his own strange look in place.
"Pietro is your friend and he needs you! There should be no discussing you should know what to do!" she barked at them yet not with her usual aggressiveness.
Todd answered her, "This isn't a simple decision Wanda!" he informed her clenching his fist and not noticing the way that Lance had his fingers crossed and head bowed.
"Why not!" she demanded, dropping her bag to the ground and taking a step towards him. Todd looked at her somewhat sadly as if what he was going to say wasn't what he wished to admit.
"Because once he betrayed us...you...me...himself. And once upon a time I swore that I could never trust him again, and for once I doubted if I knew him at all. I doubted that he was my friend. How I can I throw away what I have now for something I'm not sure I'll ever have again?" Todd asked then paused and looked at her, "How can you?"
"I just know...it's different this time Todd. Everything's changing." She scooped up her bag, "And I'm going to him. You're welcome to come. Fred's going," she gestured to the large blond who looked away from his best friends' confused glance, "I want you to come Todd."
"Please Todd," Lance spoke breaking himself from his under the radar safety, "look how broken we are apart. We can go back....I'm pretty sure we can fix whatever the Hell went wrong."
Todd looked down, then up to look at all of the people that wanted him. To be their friend. Just knowing that had to be enough. He sighed.
"Why the fuck not?" he said with a laugh and stood slouching as usual. "I'll...go pack...but um Lance...are we still...you know the Brotherhood?" he asked looking at Lance.
"Yeah," said the older youth, "if that's what you want then yeah." Todd pursed his lips and nodded.
"It is." He said before actually sprinting up the steps. Wanda sighed and handed her bag to Fred whom held his own. "Will you take these out to Lance's jeep please?" she asked and he nodded slowly not quite used to having her utter the word please.
He exited outside and Wanda turned to Lance and placed her hands on her hips. "Well that wasn't too difficult. I just don't know how were going to break the news to my father." she spat as Lance shrugged.
There was a sudden crash and glass flew into their faces and fell at their feet. Lance jumped backed and looked at the broken window only to see a very familiar set of cards and pair of red eyes. Laughter broke the silence. But it was only amused.
"Oh trust me chere....he already knows."
Pietro squirmed uncomfortably in the wheelchair at the metal table in the kitchen of Xavier's mansion. It was a Saturday today which meant he would spend a great deal of time avoiding the X-men. But a few had caught him it seemed and drug him to this destination.
And speaking of drugs he was still waiting to regain the use of his legs. The expected time had doubled since the last couple of days. But he didn't feel the need to run as much now that he was getting a better handle of his new powers. Jean had been helping him out. Also speaking of...
"Kitty I'm pretty sure that Pietro isn't hungry! You don't need to make him anything!" Jean said to the petite brunette as Kitty tried to turn on the gas stove unsuccessfully.
She made a face at Pietro that told him he didn't want to try her cooking anyhow. Not to mention all the warnings that the guys of the house had, reluctantly, given him involved staying the hell away from Kitty's little 'experiments'.
Rouge gave Jean a small poke in the side and mock scowled, "Oh shut it Jean!" She then turned to look at Pietro from her sitting area on the kitchen counter.
"Oh trust me Pietro, you'll just love Kitty's cooking!" she told him with a smirk. He raised an eyebrow and held up a hand to her.
"I'll pass thank you very much." He told her before glancing at Kitty who was still fiddling with the stove. He rolled his eyes leaned his head on his hand and snapped his fingers.
"AH!" Kitty shrieked as the stove suddenly sprung to life and blue flames danced under the eyes of the stove. She glared at Pietro. "Don't do that!" she chastised him knowing full well that it had been Pietro who had caused the incident.
She, for one, still wasn't used to Pietro's newfound powers of natural element. It was quite evident that he and Jean's little sessions had evolved far beyond plants.
Pietro ignored the laughs and antics of the girls around and tried to contact Wanda in his mind. Lance and she had called(by phone) to say that they were getting their things before coming back and staying for good, that Freddy was coming with them, and that they were working on Todd. But that had been a couple of hours ago. They would've called by now...
'Pietro we have a problem!' Wanda's voice began to echo into Pietro's mind. It was frantic and he almost wished she'd called by phone so he could hear other noises. He was fairly sure some of them might be less than inviting. He perked up, suddenly alert.
'Wanda what's wrong? Are you guys okay?' he thought and took no notice that the girls were staring at him wondering why he wasn't responding to them. All except Jean, of course, who had a worried expression plastered onto her face.
"Let's just say daddy dearest found out about our new residence and sent one of his little henchmen to try and change our minds. I'm pretty sure me and Lance can take this one on our own. But if more show up we'll need your help. So standby little brother!'
'What! Wanda! What the hell do you mean standby?' he shouted mentally yet got no response. He felt a small touch on his shoulder. He looked up at Jean. She looked worried and he noticed how two strands of her hair fell into her serious green eyes.
"Pietro what's going on?" she asked him softly. He shook his head at her and shied away from her hand. He learned that it was hard to avoid her sometimes, when she was always with him. To quickly shut the door or hide behind the book he was reading when they were alone. He felt so comfortable with her...yet so nervous.
"Nothing." He lied. If Wanda wanted him to wait he would have to trust her to handle the situation. And Lance not to fuck it up. He could only hope.
"Ah!" Wanda shouted as she grabbed the neck of Todd's shirt to pull him out of the range of a flying and dangerous Jack of Spades. She shoved him behind the couch as an indication to stay low. "Thank me later!" she instructed before turning to Freddy.
"Hey," she ducked as Lance caused the lamp to explode from wherever his invisible self was hiding, "you and Todd get outta here and take our shit to Xavier's place okay?" Freddy nodded and rushed to the couch, grabbing Todd who insisted he didn't want to leave Wanda and flew out the door.
Wanda placed her hand on her knee and pushed herself up. It felt as if electricity were running through her veins and sparks danced at her palms. Gambit stopped his unsuccessful search for Lance to regard her coolly.
He nearly lost his composure as the lights flickered but he smirked. "Temper," he reminded me, "I'm just here to do my job. You wouldn't want to shoot the messenger would ya?" he asked her calmly leaning against the doorframe and Wanda wondered what the Hell Lance was doing.
"Who said I was going to shoot you?" she snarled as he tossed a card her way. She lifter her hand roughly and a spark sent the card flinging back at him before exploding and setting his jacket on fire.
Wanda smirked actually believing that she might have concluded the fight. But she gasped and mentally swore as the fire went spiraling upwards into the air and into the hand of a manically grinning red-head.
"So you like to play with fire, eh?" he asked before turning directly to the left of him and tossing the fire into air. Yet surprisingly it caught ablaze mid toss and Lance's voice could be heard swearing as the fiery outline of a person fell to the ground in flame.
"Lance!" she shrieked which caused the red head she remembered Pietro once referring to as Pyro laugh in a crazed fashion.
"I didn't know he was actually there! Ha, and to think I was just going to burn the house down. Per Magnetos' instructions," his expression darkened, "not to mention whoever might be in it!" He laughed more and Wanda stared at him blankly. But only because she was having her own side conversation.
'Pietro!' she thought frantically in hopes of attracting her twins' attention. Suddenly his voice came to her loud and clear.
'Yeah Wanda?' he asked urgently and she was relieved to know he had heard her. 'Do you remember that standing by I had you doing? Could you please forget that? Your little Pyro buddy is here and all we're doing is giving him fire to play with! Get your ass over here please!' she instructed before severing ties all together. All she could do was wait and try not to let her or Lance cause anymore fires. Lord knew that would not be good.
"AW! For Gods sake!" Pietro swore loudly attracting the attention of Ororo whom had shooed away the girls so Pietro could be alone for a moment. "Is anything wrong?" she asked him concerned.
His head snapped up to her as if just realizing her presence. He paused before straightening up in his chair and moving his feet around. His legs had begun to get better the moment Ororo walked in but he couldn't walk on them yet. Not quite.
He cleared his throat. "Yeah...there um might be a little problem at the Boarding house." He told her careful not to slip into the routine of calling it home. He was trying to adjust you see.
Ororo nodded, "Well in that case we'd better go." she told him seriously. The door behind Ororo swung open.
"Go where?" asked a voice and they turned to see Scott Summers standing in the frame of the door, an eyebrow raised above his glasses. Pietro shrugged at Ororo. He would never tell Lance this but he actually kind of liked Scott.
Not only was he the only guy in the house who had tried to make him feel welcome but he would tell Pietro what was going on and didn't spare him because he was isolated to a wheelchair. Not to mention that even though he had dated Jean, he had been extremely good to her and didn't mind that Pietro and her spent so much time together. This, Pietro had thought, might've had something to do with the way he and Rouge seemed to hang out. Just a thought on his behalf.
"To the Brotherhood's old house, there might be a problem with..?" Ororo trailed and looked at Pietro for she didn't exactly know what the problem was. Pietro noticed this and caught them up to speed.
"Magnetos little minions are attacking Wanda and the others." He told them and Scott groaned.
"Don't say minions it makes me feel like we're in a cartoon!" he told them as Pietro shrugged.
"We should be enough." Ororo told them heading over to Pietro to get his wheelchair, "There's no need to get anyone else involved in a dangerous situation."
Pietro made a motion for her to stop. Placing his hand on the armrests the chair moved forward on it's own. She stared at him confused. He shrugged.
"Metal." He pointed at the wheelchair's wheel covers, "Kind of natural." He mumbled before letting his head snap over to the other door in front of them.
He smirked, "This might put a hitch in your three person cavalry." He informed jerking his hand backwards and causing the wooden door to open as he, Scott and Ororo watched in amusement as Rouge, Kitty and Jean fell through the door and into a heap on the kitchen floor.
"Spies." He accused jokingly momentarily forgetting about his friends' peril. Kitty phased out of the pile as Scott rushed over and helped up Rouge and Jean hopped up on her own also.
Ororo looked at them all. She sighed, "Just come along then," she said as she grabbed the keys to the van and began to walk out, "We're wasting time."
It only took about three minutes to actually get there considering that Kitty phased them through anything and everything in her haste to get to Lance's rescue. Jean, it seemed, was the only one who noticed that Todd and Fred passed them in the Jeep.
'Everything will be fine.' She told them mentally, trying her best not to scare them. They pulled into the driveway only to be greeted by the sight of Wanda desperately trying to toss back rampants of cards and keep the house intact. Lance was, obviously, no where in sight. Kitty immediately phased out of the car.
"Lance!" she shouted looking for him. Scott and Rouge followed her. "Kitty, wait!" Scott shouted after her but she ignored his calls and went into the house alone. "Shit!" Scott swore not noticing the look Ororo gave him.
"Don't worry I'll go after her. You just be careful." Rouge told Scott with a touch of the arm. Pietro opened the van door and slowly swayed to his feet.
"I'll come too." He told her, "That's probably where Pyro's at." Rouge nodded. Jean tried to go after Pietro but Ororo stopped her.
"We'll need you out here." She told Jean gesturing to the pole that Gambit had extracted from his coat. Jean nodded and touched her hands to her temples. The pole jerked violently out of the mutants' grip and into the air.
This action startled the young man who didn't seem to have noticed them drive up. That moment of surprise gave time for Scott to gently lift his glasses and let a powerful ray of red light hurl at Gambit's chest. He was out cold within seconds and Wanda rushed into the house, the remaining three right behind her.
Pietro ran at a normal pace for anyone else. Yet that was fast for his tired and somewhat wobbly legs. He entered through the open front door watching as Kitty and Rouge tried desperately to pick up a fallen Lance.
"Oh my God!" Pietro shouted before running over to Lance. "What the Hell happened to him?" He asked Rouge since it looked like Kitty was crying.
Rouge shook her head. "I'm not quite sure." She told him, "It looks like he's burned a little on the arms and may have a concussion. Nothing too major, Kitty's just kind of freaking out."
"No kidding." He said looking at the poor girl. "But still...where's Pyro?" He asked looking around. There was a whistle.
Looking over he saw Pyro standing with a match. "Say goodbye to your house Pietro, sorry, but orders are orders ya know?" He blew at the flames. They only grew.
"The hell orders are orders!" Pietro shouted as Jean showed up at his side. He frantically pointed at the sink in the kitchen. Nodding Jean used her powers to twist the knobs as water poured from the faucet.
By then flames were surrounding them and Pietro concentrated on the running water. Slightly comforted by Jeans presence he used his powers to make the water extend from the faucet to the flames. Pyro was so startled that he didn't see Rouge creep up behind him and place a hand to his cheek. He dropped like a fly.
"Rouge are you okay?" Scott shouted running through the door and stopping when he saw Pyro. He looked at Kitty.
"Will he be okay?" he asked gesturing to Lance as she nodded. Jean began to lift his body with her mind as she took him to the van with Ororo's help. Rogue walked over and helped Kitty off the ground and out of the house.
Scott looked at Pietro, "What should we do with them?" he asked jerking one thumb at Gambit and the other at Pyro. Pietro shook his head.
"I don't know. Leave them? I'm sure they were here to make a point and nothing else. The odds that they will do anything thing while we're gone are pretty slim." Pietro told him.
Scott nodded as Wanda drug Pyro out and left him next to Gambit. They shut and locked the boarding house door. Possibly for good.
After hugging Wanda and seeing that she was alright, Pietro fell shakily into step with Scott as they walked to the van. Scott looked at him with a ruby gaze.
"Are you...going to be okay?" he asked Pietro. The dove haired youth shrugged and stopped walking, prompting Scott to stop also.
"It's just...kind of shocking to imagine that my father...would go to such lengths as to try and kill all of us. It makes me wonder...do you have any extra room on that little mutant superhero team of yours?" he asked seriously.
Scott smiled, "Plenty." He told him, "You're welcome to join." Pietro nodded thoughtfully.
"I'll talk it over with Xavier." He told them as they entered the van and sped off in the distance, this time in less of a hurry.
Pietro sighed and looked out the window, 'Things have changed father,' he thought, 'it's time you learned how to cope.'
DigitalAngel4U: Sorry that chapter was kind of more abrupt and what not, I'm just trying to work Magneto into the story. Also I hope you don't mind that I like Scott because I know some people don't, but he's one of my favorite characters. I'll try to have more secondary couplings later on, not to mention Pietro and Jean. Plus I'd like to point out that I'm not trying to make the Acolytes assholes, they're just doing their jobs and in this particular scenario, are kind of the bad guys. Please review, flame, ramble, and whatever you want to because I'd love to hear what you think.
And to ChildrenWithBlades-sorry about the albino thing with Pietro and I just can't bring myself to spell Rouge like Rogue. I don't know why. Thanks for your review!