Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own any of them. I want to own at least some
of them, but alas, no I don't. They all belong to WB and all of them.
Darn it.
A/N: Well, here it is, chapter 3. And oh Lord, I got so many reviews, that I can't respond to them all! Which makes me very, extremely happy! But I will reply to some of them. Which, I just realized, may be all of the ones I've gotten so far, so. By the way, once you read this chapter, let me just say that Scott will get better. Slowly.
Lunacat: You updated!! YAY!! And in response to that, here is another update. LOL.
Lladyred01: So far, pranks. But I always thought that Rogue and Wanda would be a good friendship to see, so I know I'm going to do that much. And as you'll see in this chapter, some Scott confrontations. Gotta have those.
LadyTrunks: Who am I to disobey an order? Here's the update! LOL. I think that Rogue, Wanda, and Pietro are going to be a little scary together. Jean and Evan are the main targets. So far.
Kosumi: Thank you for the assurance that it wasn't crappy! I was very worried that it really was.
ChibiMakoto: We will be seeing more of the Brotherhood, for at least one reason that I can think of. Hmmm. I like your idea about the training (and the uniforms, though I don't know how to make them more X-Men-ish.) I just may use it. Them, I mean. Gah!! My brain isn't functioning enough for this!
Spork or Foon: Yupers. It's coming along. Slowly but surely. I'm pretty much making this up as I go along. Who knows what'll happen? So, everyone forgive the random plot. It's because I have no idea what I'm going to do with this.
mss4maverick: Well, I won't be killing them but I will torture them throughout the story via pranks. Or at least, that's the most likely option.
SkyDancerHawk: Don't worry, I won't be making the Brotherhood boys too angsty. I promise.
Crysala: Here's the longer chapter you asked for! Hope you and everyone else enjoys it!
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One week later, Jean's hair was still blue.
"I thought you said that it would come out." Rogue whispered to Pietro as they watched Jean walk up the stairs. Pietro smirked.
"It will. She just has to shower a few more times." he whispered back. Pietro found that it was very satisfying to watch Jean walk around wearing an image inducer for just her hair. No one had come forward to take credit for the prank (especially the three who had done it) and the professor had decided against looking into the students' minds. Not only would that be a considerable breach of privacy, but it could be a downright scary experience. There were just some things that Xavier didn't want to know his students thought about. Besides, the blue color was eventually fading.
"Let's just hope we never get caught. I really don't want to think about what kind of punishment we'd get from Logan." Rogue replied, wrinkling her nose at the mere thought. Pietro grinned and put an arm around Rogue.
"Don't worry, Roguey. I'll protect you."
Rogue pointedly glance at the arm Pietro had around her, which he just as pointedly left around her shoulders. She rolled her eyes at him. "Right, Pietro, so you're going to save me?"
"Have no fear, Quicksilver is here!" Pietro proclaimed brightly.
"You're insane."
"You say that like it's a bad thing." Pietro looked truly perplexed before brushing it off. "Well, gotta go. I've got places to be, people to annoy." Grinning one more time, he tugged at one of her white bangs. "See ya later, Stripes." Pietro ran off, leaving Rogue shaking her head with a smile on her face.
Neither one of them noticed Scott standing in the shadows, a scowl on his face.
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"Rogue."
Rogue turned at the sound of her name to see Scott scowling at her.
"Scott." she replied, keeping her voice neutral. "Was there something you needed?"
"What do you think you're doing?" he demanded. Rogue crossed her arms over her chest.
"And what's that supposed to mean?"
"You and Pietro. Pietro Maximoff." Scott said, repeating Pietro's name for emphasis.
"Yeah Scott, I'm aware of what his last name is." she replied. "What's your point?"
"I don't like you guys hanging out so much. He was a part of the Brotherhood, Rogue." Rogue's eyes narrowed.
"And so was I!" she burst out. "So what?"
"He's Magneto's son."
"He can't be blamed for his father is, and neither can Wanda. That's such a double standard, Scott!"
Scott looked at Rogue, truly confused. "What do you mean?" he asked. Rogue sighed.
"Do you blame me and Kurt for who our mother is?" Scott opened and closed his mouth a couple of times before speaking.
"No! Of course not!" he replied, shocked.
"My point exactly. So don't blame either of them for having Magneto as a father."
"Are and Pietro dating?" Scott demanded suddenly, completely deserting the former topic of Magneto. Rogue's anger flared back up.
"That's none of your business, now is it, Scott?" Rogue replied coolly. Scott gaped at Rogue, before he shut his mouth.
"I'd still like to know." he told her in a calm voice.
Big mistake.
Rogue exploded. "What do you care, Scott? Why do you even give a damn?" she burst out. Before he could respond, Rogue held up her hands. "No, you know what? I don't want to hear it. Just butt out Scott." She turned to go before pausing and glancing over her shoulder. "And for your information, we're just friends. But don't worry, I'll make sure to ask your permission before taking it any further." All traces of her good mood gone, Rogue turned back around and stormed upstairs.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
In her own room, Wanda's eyes flew open when she heard a door slam. Getting up from her cross-legged position on the floor, she walked to her own door and opened it, prepared to glare at someone if they were in the hall.
No one was there.
Shrugging, she was about to go back to meditating in her room when she noticed that Rogue's door, which she had been leaving open recently, was closed.
Wanda hesitated. Had it been anyone else but Rogue she'd go straight back to her room. But in the past week, Rogue had become a good friend. A real friend.
Wanda had never had a real friend before.
Her decision made, Wanda walked up to Rogue's door and opened it without knocking.
Rogue sat on her bed, leaning back against the wall with her knees pulled up so that she could lay her sketchbook on top of them. Her hands flew over the paper furiously as she sketched, muttering about uptight a- holes who couldn't mind their own business. Wanda smirked.
"What did Scott do this time?" she asked. She had quickly learned that while Scott wasn't such a bad guy (most of the time), uptight was a word that was often used to describe him.
Rogue brushed a stray strand of white hair out of her face, frustrated. She shook her head.
"He was being an ass." Rogue sighed. Wanda rolled her eyes and, shutting the door behind her, walked over to sit next to Rogue on the bed.
"Care to elaborate on that?" Wanda prompted.
"He was demanding to know whether or not Pietro and I are dating." Rogue said. Wanda snorted.
"Why should he care? He swoons whenever Jean gets even five feet within him."
"I know. He's apparently not over the whole Brotherhood thing. When I reminded him that I used to be a part of the Brotherhood, he changed the subject to-" Rogue faltered.
"To what?" Wanda asked. In her eyes was a look of trepidation, an expression never seen in Wanda's eyes. With anyone else, Wanda would've tried to hide it. But, once again, her new friendship with Rogue stopped her. Rogue shot her a look of sympathy.
"Magneto." Before Wanda could get angry---Rogue wanted her furniture to stay in one piece---she rushed on. "But I set him straight about that by bringing up Mystique." Wanda relaxed, but only slightly.
"I guess I should say thanks. Our families are really screwed up, aren't they?" Wanda asked quietly. Rogue nodded.
"Yeah." They were both silent for a moment. "Who would've thought that we'd have so much in common?" Rogue laughed. Wanda smiled wryly and shook her head.
"Definitely not me. If someone would've told me that we'd become friends a few weeks ago, I would've laughed at them." Wanda paused. "Or hexed them." she added as an afterthought.
"Exactly." Rogue agreed.
The two sat in silence as they both contemplated the events of the past week. Rogue sighed and stood up.
"Let's get out of here. I'm sick of this place right now." she said. Wanda nodded silently and stood up. The two of them walked out, neither of them saying a word.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Pietro was whistling when he walked into the Institute. All in all, he'd had a great day.
"Pietro!"
Until now.
Rolling his eyes, Pietro turned. "What-do-you-want-Summers?"
Scott glared at him. Or at least, Pietro thought he was glaring at him. It was hard to tell, what with the sunglasses he had to wear.
"I don't want you near Rogue." Scott told him. Pietro's eyebrows shot up, a smirk on his face.
"Oh-is-somebody-jealous? What's-the-matter? Angry-that-you're-not- the-belle-of-the-ball-anymore?" Pietro dashed to Scott's side. "Hate-to- break-it-to-you-Summers-but-you-couldn't-ever-surpass-me. I'm-perfect."
"You're nothing but trouble." Scott replied. "And I don't want you hanging out with Rogue. You'll only end up hurting her."
Now Pietro's eyes narrowed, the shocking blue of them turning cold as ice. Deliberately, he slowed his speech.
"Well, then, I guess it's a good thing it's not up to you whether or not Rogue and I spend time together. So stay the hell out of it, Summers." Glaring, Pietro turned and walked away.
A/N: Well, here it is, chapter 3. And oh Lord, I got so many reviews, that I can't respond to them all! Which makes me very, extremely happy! But I will reply to some of them. Which, I just realized, may be all of the ones I've gotten so far, so. By the way, once you read this chapter, let me just say that Scott will get better. Slowly.
Lunacat: You updated!! YAY!! And in response to that, here is another update. LOL.
Lladyred01: So far, pranks. But I always thought that Rogue and Wanda would be a good friendship to see, so I know I'm going to do that much. And as you'll see in this chapter, some Scott confrontations. Gotta have those.
LadyTrunks: Who am I to disobey an order? Here's the update! LOL. I think that Rogue, Wanda, and Pietro are going to be a little scary together. Jean and Evan are the main targets. So far.
Kosumi: Thank you for the assurance that it wasn't crappy! I was very worried that it really was.
ChibiMakoto: We will be seeing more of the Brotherhood, for at least one reason that I can think of. Hmmm. I like your idea about the training (and the uniforms, though I don't know how to make them more X-Men-ish.) I just may use it. Them, I mean. Gah!! My brain isn't functioning enough for this!
Spork or Foon: Yupers. It's coming along. Slowly but surely. I'm pretty much making this up as I go along. Who knows what'll happen? So, everyone forgive the random plot. It's because I have no idea what I'm going to do with this.
mss4maverick: Well, I won't be killing them but I will torture them throughout the story via pranks. Or at least, that's the most likely option.
SkyDancerHawk: Don't worry, I won't be making the Brotherhood boys too angsty. I promise.
Crysala: Here's the longer chapter you asked for! Hope you and everyone else enjoys it!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
One week later, Jean's hair was still blue.
"I thought you said that it would come out." Rogue whispered to Pietro as they watched Jean walk up the stairs. Pietro smirked.
"It will. She just has to shower a few more times." he whispered back. Pietro found that it was very satisfying to watch Jean walk around wearing an image inducer for just her hair. No one had come forward to take credit for the prank (especially the three who had done it) and the professor had decided against looking into the students' minds. Not only would that be a considerable breach of privacy, but it could be a downright scary experience. There were just some things that Xavier didn't want to know his students thought about. Besides, the blue color was eventually fading.
"Let's just hope we never get caught. I really don't want to think about what kind of punishment we'd get from Logan." Rogue replied, wrinkling her nose at the mere thought. Pietro grinned and put an arm around Rogue.
"Don't worry, Roguey. I'll protect you."
Rogue pointedly glance at the arm Pietro had around her, which he just as pointedly left around her shoulders. She rolled her eyes at him. "Right, Pietro, so you're going to save me?"
"Have no fear, Quicksilver is here!" Pietro proclaimed brightly.
"You're insane."
"You say that like it's a bad thing." Pietro looked truly perplexed before brushing it off. "Well, gotta go. I've got places to be, people to annoy." Grinning one more time, he tugged at one of her white bangs. "See ya later, Stripes." Pietro ran off, leaving Rogue shaking her head with a smile on her face.
Neither one of them noticed Scott standing in the shadows, a scowl on his face.
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"Rogue."
Rogue turned at the sound of her name to see Scott scowling at her.
"Scott." she replied, keeping her voice neutral. "Was there something you needed?"
"What do you think you're doing?" he demanded. Rogue crossed her arms over her chest.
"And what's that supposed to mean?"
"You and Pietro. Pietro Maximoff." Scott said, repeating Pietro's name for emphasis.
"Yeah Scott, I'm aware of what his last name is." she replied. "What's your point?"
"I don't like you guys hanging out so much. He was a part of the Brotherhood, Rogue." Rogue's eyes narrowed.
"And so was I!" she burst out. "So what?"
"He's Magneto's son."
"He can't be blamed for his father is, and neither can Wanda. That's such a double standard, Scott!"
Scott looked at Rogue, truly confused. "What do you mean?" he asked. Rogue sighed.
"Do you blame me and Kurt for who our mother is?" Scott opened and closed his mouth a couple of times before speaking.
"No! Of course not!" he replied, shocked.
"My point exactly. So don't blame either of them for having Magneto as a father."
"Are and Pietro dating?" Scott demanded suddenly, completely deserting the former topic of Magneto. Rogue's anger flared back up.
"That's none of your business, now is it, Scott?" Rogue replied coolly. Scott gaped at Rogue, before he shut his mouth.
"I'd still like to know." he told her in a calm voice.
Big mistake.
Rogue exploded. "What do you care, Scott? Why do you even give a damn?" she burst out. Before he could respond, Rogue held up her hands. "No, you know what? I don't want to hear it. Just butt out Scott." She turned to go before pausing and glancing over her shoulder. "And for your information, we're just friends. But don't worry, I'll make sure to ask your permission before taking it any further." All traces of her good mood gone, Rogue turned back around and stormed upstairs.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
In her own room, Wanda's eyes flew open when she heard a door slam. Getting up from her cross-legged position on the floor, she walked to her own door and opened it, prepared to glare at someone if they were in the hall.
No one was there.
Shrugging, she was about to go back to meditating in her room when she noticed that Rogue's door, which she had been leaving open recently, was closed.
Wanda hesitated. Had it been anyone else but Rogue she'd go straight back to her room. But in the past week, Rogue had become a good friend. A real friend.
Wanda had never had a real friend before.
Her decision made, Wanda walked up to Rogue's door and opened it without knocking.
Rogue sat on her bed, leaning back against the wall with her knees pulled up so that she could lay her sketchbook on top of them. Her hands flew over the paper furiously as she sketched, muttering about uptight a- holes who couldn't mind their own business. Wanda smirked.
"What did Scott do this time?" she asked. She had quickly learned that while Scott wasn't such a bad guy (most of the time), uptight was a word that was often used to describe him.
Rogue brushed a stray strand of white hair out of her face, frustrated. She shook her head.
"He was being an ass." Rogue sighed. Wanda rolled her eyes and, shutting the door behind her, walked over to sit next to Rogue on the bed.
"Care to elaborate on that?" Wanda prompted.
"He was demanding to know whether or not Pietro and I are dating." Rogue said. Wanda snorted.
"Why should he care? He swoons whenever Jean gets even five feet within him."
"I know. He's apparently not over the whole Brotherhood thing. When I reminded him that I used to be a part of the Brotherhood, he changed the subject to-" Rogue faltered.
"To what?" Wanda asked. In her eyes was a look of trepidation, an expression never seen in Wanda's eyes. With anyone else, Wanda would've tried to hide it. But, once again, her new friendship with Rogue stopped her. Rogue shot her a look of sympathy.
"Magneto." Before Wanda could get angry---Rogue wanted her furniture to stay in one piece---she rushed on. "But I set him straight about that by bringing up Mystique." Wanda relaxed, but only slightly.
"I guess I should say thanks. Our families are really screwed up, aren't they?" Wanda asked quietly. Rogue nodded.
"Yeah." They were both silent for a moment. "Who would've thought that we'd have so much in common?" Rogue laughed. Wanda smiled wryly and shook her head.
"Definitely not me. If someone would've told me that we'd become friends a few weeks ago, I would've laughed at them." Wanda paused. "Or hexed them." she added as an afterthought.
"Exactly." Rogue agreed.
The two sat in silence as they both contemplated the events of the past week. Rogue sighed and stood up.
"Let's get out of here. I'm sick of this place right now." she said. Wanda nodded silently and stood up. The two of them walked out, neither of them saying a word.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Pietro was whistling when he walked into the Institute. All in all, he'd had a great day.
"Pietro!"
Until now.
Rolling his eyes, Pietro turned. "What-do-you-want-Summers?"
Scott glared at him. Or at least, Pietro thought he was glaring at him. It was hard to tell, what with the sunglasses he had to wear.
"I don't want you near Rogue." Scott told him. Pietro's eyebrows shot up, a smirk on his face.
"Oh-is-somebody-jealous? What's-the-matter? Angry-that-you're-not- the-belle-of-the-ball-anymore?" Pietro dashed to Scott's side. "Hate-to- break-it-to-you-Summers-but-you-couldn't-ever-surpass-me. I'm-perfect."
"You're nothing but trouble." Scott replied. "And I don't want you hanging out with Rogue. You'll only end up hurting her."
Now Pietro's eyes narrowed, the shocking blue of them turning cold as ice. Deliberately, he slowed his speech.
"Well, then, I guess it's a good thing it's not up to you whether or not Rogue and I spend time together. So stay the hell out of it, Summers." Glaring, Pietro turned and walked away.