Disclaimer: None of it is mine. Unfortunately, those sadists at WB own
them (what are they thinking, considering making this the last season?).
I'm going to shut up before I get my little butt sued.
A/N: Thank you so much for all the reviews guys! I'm sorry it took me so long to update. I know, I know, I wasn't originally going to take this long, but I got sick and then I went home for fall break. So, I didn't get to update.
LadyTrunks, I'm VERY sorry that I didn't tell you about my story Our Secret (those of you who aren't old enough to read NC-17 shouldn't read it! Not that I can stop you.). As an apology to you, I'm going to upload chapter eight shortly after I upload this chapter. And I'm already working on an idea for the next chapter of Our Secret! So, (*drumroll please*) without further ado...onto the story!
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So this was what guilt felt like, Pietro thought. This nagging feeling that ate away at his insides. He stared at the spot where only an hour ago, Rogue had sat before he had gone off on her. The worst part was, he wasn't even sure why he had gone off on her. Something inside him had just snapped and he'd taken it out on the closest person to him.
Unfortunately, that person had been Rogue.
Pietro groaned and turned his head so that he could stare at the ground before dropping his head into his hands. He was a moron. That's all there was to it. He was a moron. Worse, he was a guilty moron.
And something must be really wrong with him if he was insulting himself. After all, he was perfect wasn't he? Infallible. The best of the best. All the girls wanted him and all the guys wanted to be him. Pietro nodded, satisfied with each statement that went through his head. Then he thought of Rogue.
He was an idiot.
The one person who had actually given a damn and he'd pushed her away as fast and hard as he could. He closed his eyes and shook his head as he remembered the hurt that had filled Rogue's eyes. He sighed, the image of the look on her face before she had walked away clear in his mind. Her eyes had been a stormy mix of hurt and anger and now she was gone. She'd walked away from him. Because of what he had said.
He was such an idiot.
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Pietro was such an idiot.
Wanda shook her head as she stared at Rogue who was currently pummeling the punching bag in front of her as if it were Pietro himself. She didn't know what had happened between the two but she knew one thing.
Whatever Pietro had done, he had seriously screwed up.
"Stupid silver haired fashion addicted ass." Rogue muttered. She punched the bag again and felt satisfaction run through her when it swayed from the force of the impact.
"With his stupid hair gel. That he puts in his stupid hair." she added, just for good measure.
Wanda refrained from mentioning that yes, hair is where one normally put hair gel. She had decided on the silent support method. It seemed to be the safest way to avoid bruising with Rogue in this kind of mood.
Punch.
"Jerk." Rogue scowled as she remembered how Pietro had glared at her.
Jab.
He had the nerve to tell her that she couldn't understand what he was going through. That she wouldn't be able to understand what he was going through.
Roundhouse.
Did he even remember who her mother was? How could she not understand?
Front kick.
The self-absorbed fast-talking...jerk, she finished for lack of a better word.
Side kick.
He wanted to be alone? Fine. She wouldn't talk to him, as a matter of fact, she'd avoid him as much as possible. Rogue knew that may sound childish and certainly unlike something that she would do (normally she'd probably confront him so that they could get back to normal) but for some reason she just couldn't. He'd hurt her and it wasn't something that she was used to coming from him. She gave the punching a murderous glare, spun around in a circle and delivered another roundhouse kick as hard as she could.
Jerk.
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Scott stared down at Pietro from an upstairs window and shook his head. As much as he didn't like Pietro, it just wasn't natural to see him this down. It may have been annoying the way he talked about whatever he wanted whether or not you wanted to hear it, but it was better then Pietro being completely silent and staring into space. He had a feeling that even Evan was a little concerned. Not that he'd ever admit it to anyone, especially Pietro.
Sighing, Scott turned away from the window and began walking quickly downstairs where, hopefully, he'd be able to find some of the others.
He really hoped that he wouldn't regret this.
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"Bye, Lance!" Kitty called as Lance drove away. One hand came out of the driver's side window in a quick wave. She smiled and headed back towards the Institute.
She'd promised him that she wouldn't tell anyone that he had come to her to check on Pietro and Wanda and to find out how they were doing. And if this last conversation had been anything to go by, she had a feeling that she'd get to talk to Lance more often as a result. Lance still considered Pietro and Wanda his friends, despite the fact that they had left the Brotherhood and she knew that he wouldn't want any of the other X-Men or any of the Brotherhood finding out about his concern.
Kitty looked up as she walked in the front door and saw Scott talking to Bobby, Jubilee, Amara, Sam, Jamie, Rahne, and Roberto. She gave them a confused look but smiled.
"Like, hi guys. What are you doing?" she asked. Scott glanced at her and motioned for her to come over.
"Come here. We're going to need all the help we can get." he said. He looked over as Evan walked down the stairs. "You too. Come over here." Evan glanced at Kitty, silently asking what was going on and she shrugged. As Scott began to explain what they wanted to do, Evan began to look a littly wary though he didn't back out. Kitty looked over at him as Scott finished and Evan nodded before turning back to Scott.
"What do you need us to do?" he asked.
A/N: Wow, sorry that this chapter was so extremely short but I decided to put what's going to come next into a separate chapter. Especially since I'm still working out the last few kinks on how I want this to go. Hopefully, I can get this to go how I want. If not, then the next chapter may be slightly crappy. So, off to work on chapter eight I go so that I can post it right after I post this!
A/N: Thank you so much for all the reviews guys! I'm sorry it took me so long to update. I know, I know, I wasn't originally going to take this long, but I got sick and then I went home for fall break. So, I didn't get to update.
LadyTrunks, I'm VERY sorry that I didn't tell you about my story Our Secret (those of you who aren't old enough to read NC-17 shouldn't read it! Not that I can stop you.). As an apology to you, I'm going to upload chapter eight shortly after I upload this chapter. And I'm already working on an idea for the next chapter of Our Secret! So, (*drumroll please*) without further ado...onto the story!
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So this was what guilt felt like, Pietro thought. This nagging feeling that ate away at his insides. He stared at the spot where only an hour ago, Rogue had sat before he had gone off on her. The worst part was, he wasn't even sure why he had gone off on her. Something inside him had just snapped and he'd taken it out on the closest person to him.
Unfortunately, that person had been Rogue.
Pietro groaned and turned his head so that he could stare at the ground before dropping his head into his hands. He was a moron. That's all there was to it. He was a moron. Worse, he was a guilty moron.
And something must be really wrong with him if he was insulting himself. After all, he was perfect wasn't he? Infallible. The best of the best. All the girls wanted him and all the guys wanted to be him. Pietro nodded, satisfied with each statement that went through his head. Then he thought of Rogue.
He was an idiot.
The one person who had actually given a damn and he'd pushed her away as fast and hard as he could. He closed his eyes and shook his head as he remembered the hurt that had filled Rogue's eyes. He sighed, the image of the look on her face before she had walked away clear in his mind. Her eyes had been a stormy mix of hurt and anger and now she was gone. She'd walked away from him. Because of what he had said.
He was such an idiot.
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Pietro was such an idiot.
Wanda shook her head as she stared at Rogue who was currently pummeling the punching bag in front of her as if it were Pietro himself. She didn't know what had happened between the two but she knew one thing.
Whatever Pietro had done, he had seriously screwed up.
"Stupid silver haired fashion addicted ass." Rogue muttered. She punched the bag again and felt satisfaction run through her when it swayed from the force of the impact.
"With his stupid hair gel. That he puts in his stupid hair." she added, just for good measure.
Wanda refrained from mentioning that yes, hair is where one normally put hair gel. She had decided on the silent support method. It seemed to be the safest way to avoid bruising with Rogue in this kind of mood.
Punch.
"Jerk." Rogue scowled as she remembered how Pietro had glared at her.
Jab.
He had the nerve to tell her that she couldn't understand what he was going through. That she wouldn't be able to understand what he was going through.
Roundhouse.
Did he even remember who her mother was? How could she not understand?
Front kick.
The self-absorbed fast-talking...jerk, she finished for lack of a better word.
Side kick.
He wanted to be alone? Fine. She wouldn't talk to him, as a matter of fact, she'd avoid him as much as possible. Rogue knew that may sound childish and certainly unlike something that she would do (normally she'd probably confront him so that they could get back to normal) but for some reason she just couldn't. He'd hurt her and it wasn't something that she was used to coming from him. She gave the punching a murderous glare, spun around in a circle and delivered another roundhouse kick as hard as she could.
Jerk.
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Scott stared down at Pietro from an upstairs window and shook his head. As much as he didn't like Pietro, it just wasn't natural to see him this down. It may have been annoying the way he talked about whatever he wanted whether or not you wanted to hear it, but it was better then Pietro being completely silent and staring into space. He had a feeling that even Evan was a little concerned. Not that he'd ever admit it to anyone, especially Pietro.
Sighing, Scott turned away from the window and began walking quickly downstairs where, hopefully, he'd be able to find some of the others.
He really hoped that he wouldn't regret this.
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"Bye, Lance!" Kitty called as Lance drove away. One hand came out of the driver's side window in a quick wave. She smiled and headed back towards the Institute.
She'd promised him that she wouldn't tell anyone that he had come to her to check on Pietro and Wanda and to find out how they were doing. And if this last conversation had been anything to go by, she had a feeling that she'd get to talk to Lance more often as a result. Lance still considered Pietro and Wanda his friends, despite the fact that they had left the Brotherhood and she knew that he wouldn't want any of the other X-Men or any of the Brotherhood finding out about his concern.
Kitty looked up as she walked in the front door and saw Scott talking to Bobby, Jubilee, Amara, Sam, Jamie, Rahne, and Roberto. She gave them a confused look but smiled.
"Like, hi guys. What are you doing?" she asked. Scott glanced at her and motioned for her to come over.
"Come here. We're going to need all the help we can get." he said. He looked over as Evan walked down the stairs. "You too. Come over here." Evan glanced at Kitty, silently asking what was going on and she shrugged. As Scott began to explain what they wanted to do, Evan began to look a littly wary though he didn't back out. Kitty looked over at him as Scott finished and Evan nodded before turning back to Scott.
"What do you need us to do?" he asked.
A/N: Wow, sorry that this chapter was so extremely short but I decided to put what's going to come next into a separate chapter. Especially since I'm still working out the last few kinks on how I want this to go. Hopefully, I can get this to go how I want. If not, then the next chapter may be slightly crappy. So, off to work on chapter eight I go so that I can post it right after I post this!