A/N: I'm alive! And I finally have a working Ipod! Yay!


Devils Dance Floor - Flogging Molly

She was dangerous.

Everything about her just screamed it. There was a wildness about her that just couldn't be tamed, something that just wasn't completely sane. It was almost, almost, like she wasn't really there.

At least, that's what Todd thought when he looked into her eyes. That she wasn't all there. something had happened and it had ruined her, broke her, and now she couldn't be fixed.

The others saw it too. That's why they didn't bother with her. It scared them off because they didn't want to 'hurt her worse', really they were just worried about themselves, the lot of them, and kept her isolated.

It was what drew Todd closer to her.

Yes, everything about Wanda was dangerous, but that' what he liked about her.

-x-x-

What The Hell - Avril Lavigne

"Y'know, dawg, them teachers o' yours are gonna be seriously pissed off when they find out." Todd's voice the quiet that had settled over the two, tired sounding but more content than Kurt could remember hearing him in a long time.

Said blue mutant, though it wasn't seen thanks to his holo-watch, made a humming noise in the back of his throat and nodded. He knew full well the sort of screeching he was going to come home too, especially if Scott happened to be around at the time. The older mutant would never approve. Granted, it wasn't really something that involved him. Not in the slightest.

"Maybe ya should just spend the night over at the House, Fuzz-Butt. Put off all the screamin' for a bit?" Todd directed a lazy blink in Kurt's direction as he spoke, even being curteous enough to pull the ciggarette out from between his teeth.

Next to him, sprawled out in a similar fashion as Todd on the roof of the school, Kurt broke into a grin. "Ja, maybe I should. Lance won't mind?"

"Screw Lance, yo. He ain't got no right ta be givin' me no grief with the way he's always fawning after Kit-Kat." The Brotherhood boy snorted and moved the barely burning ciggarette back to his mouth.

"Mhm...I guess you're right." Rolling over onto his side so that he was facing the toad-like mutant next to him, Kurt stretched out an arm and grabbed onto greenish-grey flesh. There was a loud crack, a puff of smoke, and when it cleared they were both gone.

Below them, on the grounds of the school they attended, a testament to their mischeif had been left behind; in the form of spray painted pictures and a collage of empty bottles, amidst cars that had been egged and a toilet paper covered flagpole, and feelings that wouldn't be broken no matter the rift between their 'families'.

-x-x-

Change - Carrie Underwood

Lance didn't have much money. There was barely enough in his pockets to scrape together food for the six mutants living in the broken down boarding house they called home and certaintly not enough for extra spending. Pockets were almost always bare.

Scott had more money than he knew what to do with. He didn't need a job, the X-Men was full time work in the Proffesors oppinion, and he didn't need one. Everything he needed, and most of what he wanted, was given to them curtesy of Xavier and the other adults at the Institute. He didn't have to worry about his pockets being thread-bare.

Beggers weren't uncommon in Bayville. People were homeless, they were hungry, they needed help that wasn't given. It wasn't their fault that it happened, for the most part, it was societies. The mayor was only worried about lining his own pockets. Both teams know this.

Scott never stops though. He tried his hardest not to even look at them when he sees them on the corner. The knowledge that it could have been him, almost was him, is too much for him so he ignores them. He keeps walking and he doesn't stop.

Lance always pauses a few feet away from them. He looks them over, decides whether they really need the help or whether they're just faking, he can tell by the look in their eyes, and then roots through his pockets to see what he can find. It's never much, just a couple coins, maybe a penny or two, but he always gives it to them. And then he smiles, wishes them luck, and keeps on walking; doesn't look back because he know they don't want his pity, they just want their lives back. He knows this because, for a time, that was him on the street courner.

But he still has nothing and Scott still has everything and that is how it will always be.