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Of Girlfriends and Band Aids

The boys looked up to see Wanda walking toward them in her costume.

"Hey Scarlet," Pyro dropped the lighter again and walked up to her. "What brings you to this neck of the woods?"

He kissed her on the lips.

Todd was thrashing more than ever.

"I was trying to figure out where everybody went," Wanda replied. "I woke up because the house was actually quiet for once."

She then fully noticed the scene that was going on: Pyro was standing in front of her with his boxer shorts on, and his eye was starting to swell, though it was hard to see in the dark, Gambit was in his Cajun bathrobe looking bewildered, Lance was on the ground next to Pietro who was also on the ground with one hand over his nose and the other was swatting Lance's hand away, and Fred was holding back a murderous looking Toad who was trying violently to get at Pyro.

"Ok," Wanda looked confused. "Do I really want to know what happened or what's going on here?"

"I don't know, I just came out a few minutes ago myself," Gambit shrugged.

"It's a long story," Pietro got to his feet slowly for once. His voice was muffled because of his hand, in which blood was starting to ooze through his fingers.

Wanda stepped forward. "Pietro, what did you do; hit your nose on the dash board again?"

"Ask Toad what happened to him, and to Pyro," Lance remarked as he got up and tried to pull Pietro's hand away from his nose again, and getting the same result as before.

Wanda turned toward Pyro, fully noticing his now black eye.

She whirled around to face Toad, her eyes burning.

"What did you do?" She asked in a voice of forced calm.

Toad didn't answer. Instead he decided to take action.

Before anyone really knew what had happened, Pyro was being hit in the face with a slimy, wet, tongue.

"Yuck!" Pyro shouted as fell backward to get the slime off of is face. "Take that you fire-manipulating, woman-stealing, son of a btch!" Toad shouted as he prepared to attack Pyro again.

Suddenly, a blue light shone around Toad's tongue. Before he realized what was happening, Toad found himself being tied up by his own tongue!

Looking sideways to see what was going on (even though he had a pretty darn good idea) he saw Wanda with her hands raised and a blue electric-like light was surrounding them. The aura of power was unbelievable.

She didn't need to speak her mind, because Toad knew exactly what she was thinking: "No one messes with my man."

Wanda used her powers to pull the end of his tongue suddenly which caused it to unravel rapidly. Toad was sent spinning into the air. With one final spin, the 14-year-old was sent flying into the middle of the driveway.

The rest of the guys were standing in shock.

How Lance managed to make his eyes go so wide was anyone's guess.

Not to mention how Gambit got his jaw to drop so low.

Even Fred was surprised; for once he seemed to have something on his mind other than food.

Pietro seemed to forget about his nose for the time being, and was looking somewhere between shock and amusement.

Pyro was so surprised that he ran his hand through his hair in amazement. It was only afterwards that he realized that it was covered in slime from Toad's previous attack. "Ewwww, gross!" The Aussie exclaimed and he began to get the slime out of his hair. "I really need to get a shower."

"Did you see that?" Lance finally spoke in awe.

"You mean Wanda kicking frog-boy's butt? Who didn't see it?" Pietro said proudly.

At that moment, Wanda herself came walking back up towards the group.

"And the triumphant returns…" Gambit said, sending Wanda a smirk.

Ignoring the comment, Wanda strode over to Pyro who had managed to get most of the slime out of his hair.

"That was some kick-butt fighting right there, Sheila," Pyro smirked as he took a step forward to kiss her.

Meanwhile, Fred had snapped out of his state of shock and went over to see how Toad was.

"How's the little guy doin'?" Lance called over his shoulder to Fred as he took his opportunity to look properly at Pietro's nose. Much to the speed demon's relief, it wasn't broken, but it was gonna hurt like heck for awhile.

"I'm not sure," Fred called back as he prodded at Toad with his foot. "Hey buddy, you okay?"

"Ouch…" Toad moaned as he rubbed the back of his head. His light brown hair was a lot messier than it had been, and that was saying something.

"I think he's okay," Fred called to Lance. "He's just a little banged up, that's all."

"Good," Lance replied, and he turned to a now pouting Pietro. "Now what's wrong?"

"My nose hurts," Pietro whimpered pitifully.

"Oh brother," Lance groaned before smacking his forehead.

"It does!" Pietro insisted.

"Well no duh Sherlock, you got punched in the nose a few minutes ago!" Lance exclaimed before rolling his eyes.

"I want a band aid!" Pietro demanded, stomping his foot like a little kid.

"Oh for the love of all that is sane (which is not many things/people) I will get you a band aid!" Grumbling, Lance walked over to his jeep and began to rummage through a few things. Finally finding what he was looking for, he handed Pietro a box of band aids.

However, these weren't just your ordinary band aids. No…these were special. They were…

"Strawberry Shortcake band aids?" Pietro exclaimed when he saw the box. "You've got to be kidding me!"

"Says who?" Lance folded his arms.

"Says me!" Pietro snapped back. "I can't believe you'd actually let yourself get caught with those things!"

Before another fight could take place, Gambit waltzed over and grabbed the box. Pulling out a random band aid, he pulled off the wrapping, and slapped it on Pietro's nose.

"There you go, now will you two shut up?" He marched back over to where he had been.

Pietro and Lance could only blink in shock.

"Lance…which band aid did he put on me?" Pietro asked finally.

Stepping into the light so that he could see better, Lance examined the band aid.

"I think it's that one little girl…Ginger Snap, or whatever her name is supposed to be."

Pietro blinked. "I have some little brat named Ginger Snap on my nose? Oh that's just perfect."

"Well you could have had Orange Blossom," Lance commented as he looked through the box. "Or Angel Cake and of course Strawberry Shortcake."

"Hey, let me see that," Pietro swiped the box from his hands. "Hey…Angel Cake is pretty darn cute for a little kid."

"How stupid," Lance sighed and rolled his eyes. Then he muttered to himself, "It's quite obvious that Orange Blossom is the cutest."

"Who's Orange Blossom?" Fred asked confusedly as he came walking up with a dazed looking Toad over his shoulder.

"Never mind," Lance walked up and tapped Toad on the head. "Hey, is anyone home in there?"

Slowly, the teenager lifted his head up. "Lance? What just happened?"

"Uh, Wanda just used your own tongue against you," Lance replied.

"Oh yeah," Toad looked around frantically to see where Pyro had gotten to.

His eyes widened at what he saw.

There was Wanda with her lips pressed against Pyro's; their arms around each other.

With a growl of suppressed rage, Toad hopped off of Fred's shoulders, and landed next to the two love birds.

"Not again," Gambit muttered as he stood nearby, watching with an annoyed expression. "Doesn't that little creep realize that he's just gonna get his but kicked again?"

Obviously, Toad either didn't realize it, or he was just too mad to care. But before he could do anything, he felt himself being grabbed as a gust of wind raced past.

The next thing Toad saw was Pietro, Lance, and Fred. He'd been dragged back to where he had started from.

"What was that all about, yo?" Toad asked impatiently.

"That was me trying to save you from getting your face crammed in again," Pietro replied sternly.

"Yeah, I mean, didn't you realize from the first time that just jumping in the middle of things isn't going to help your case any?" Lance added.

"I don't care, yo!" Toad shouted. "I'm gonna get my woman back!" He once again set off for where Pyro and Wanda stood.

Fred went to grab him, but he was stopped by Pietro.

"Let him go, Fred," The speed demon sighed. "You know he's not gonna quit."

"So what do we do, just stand here and watch him get his butt handed to him?" Lance asked in frustration.

"Not exactly…" Pietro had an evil look in his eyes.

"Lance," Fred walked behind their leader as if for protection. "Pietro has the evil look again."

The evil look was a special trademark of Pietro's. He always got that "I'm-plotting-evil-things-and-all-of-you-should-be-very-afriad-of-what-I'm-plotting" look.

Gambit, who had decided to come this way to avoid getting pulled into the fight that Toad was going to start with Pyro, nearly screamed when he saw that look on Pietro's face.

"I remember that look!" Gambit also ran behind Lance. "The last time I saw that look on your face, I ended up hanging head first into a washing machine and I was only wearing Barney socks and a Speedo!"

Lance and Fred blinked in shock.

"It's true!" Gambit yelled as the two looked at him. "And I have the scars to prove it!"

"So tell me, oh great genius," Lance turned to Pietro, not really wanting to hear Gambit talk about his experience with a washing machine. "What evil plot do you have going through your head this time?"

Pietro simply smirked, the evil spark not leaving his eyes for a moment. "Oh let's just say that I've found a way to entertain ourselves and raise the stakes a bit."

"What do you mean by "raise the stakes a bit"?" Lance asked warily.

"I mean, since Pyro and Toad are gonna end up fighting for Wanda anyway," Pietro began. "Why don't we place bets on who's going to be victorious? Think about it, we'll make it so there are no rules, and we're allowed to bet anything we want. ANYTHING."

Pietro's eyes flashed in excitement.

"I don't know Pietro," Lance began.

"One example of something that could be a possible betting tool would be Summer's car," Pietro had cast the line out, and it seemed like Lance had taken the bait.

"Oh…" Lance's eyes got an evil look of their own. "I get it now: ANYTHING." He laughed evilly. "Pietro, you're an evil genius!"

"I try," Pietro said with a sly smirk. "Let the fun begin!"