A/N- Well, it took me fucking long enough but here it is. The long awaited chapter 11 to this wonderful story. Sorry about the wait. I got hooked on other things and then had massive writer's block. I'm doing my best.

But, between you and me, I plan to have this story done by next week. Don't tell the other genres tho. They might get jealous. (shifty eyes)

So enjoy what promises to be part of the climax to this installment of the Sisterhood trilogy. Oh, did I say that outloud? (slow, evil smile) Whahahaha... of course not...

Enjoy. Love, Sai-Chan

Pietro quick dried his hair, hearing banging on the bathroom door as Lance demanded to know why he was taking so long to take a shower. Pulling on a black shirt, the speedster jerked open the door. A gasp greeted him, the rock tumbler drawing back so fast he slammed into Toad, who stumbled into the wall with a squeak too feminine for him. Both stared in horror as Pietro coughed into his hand and shifted his weight uncomfortably. Lance pointed, Toad arched his eyebrow, but neither could find the words to exclaim their own shock.

" Well? Does it look okay?" Pietro asked finally, touching his formerly blond hair. They stuttered out sounds, " Wanda said black was too... uh... cliche so... I went with dark blue. My hair made it brighter though... So... it's kinda bright... the box said it'd fade in a bit... so it won't be so bad... I wanted to do silver but I didn't want you guys to tease me... and could you say something!!!"

" Yo, ya dyed ya hair!" Toad declared, narrowing his tired looking eyes in the direction of the blue locks. He was given two equally annoyed looks.

" Why the fuck'd you dye your hair, Quicksilver?" Lance questioned, crossing his arms under his chest and causing it to bounce, " I thought you liked being blond,"

" I did,"

" So what changed?"

" Oh, for God's sake, does it matter?! I just wanted to know if it looks okay, okay? So, does it look okay?!" he yelled, hands on his hips. Lance gave a shrug, " You're so fuckin' useless, I can't believe you have a girlfriend,"

" Leave Brit outta this. Why'd you dye your hair?"

" Maybe I felt like changin' somethin'?!

" Yeah. I believe that as much as Toad's excuse about the makeup,"

" Hey! I thought yous guys liked my makeup!" the younger one protested, tearing his eyes off the strange new hair color of the Pole. Lance smacked him in the back of the head, before repeating his initial question. Pietro appeared to be getting flustered, as his cheeks burned and his eyes got that wicked touch his family was known for.

" I'm tired of being treated like a damn dumb blond! All those assholes treat me like I'm stupid! A cheap fuck!" he spat out, moving his arms and accidently accenting his breasts. Lance stared at them, then cleared his throat.

" But aren't you a dumb blond?"

" THAT'S NOT THE POINT!! AND I'M NOT A DUMB BLOND!!"

" If you weren't, you woulda said that first, eh, Blondie?" Lance teased, making him start to shake violently, " Oh, chill out. Yes, the new do works for you. You're looking more and more like your sister every day. I'd have to say it's an improvement on your other look,"

" You can stop talking now," the speedster hissed, marching past him. Without another word, he was gone and a wind whipped out of the hallway, bolting down the stairs. The two saw the outline of the blue as the wind vanished out the front door, a slam echoing out. Once the front door had shut, Toad ducked in front of Lance and disappeared into the bathroom. The door clicked shut with a simple statement that Wally would be there any moment, much to the displeasure of the rock tumbler.

While Lance fumed, however, Pietro slipped over to where Wanda was leaning against a tree near the wire fence of the Brotherhood's backyard. She was absentmindedly rereading a note that her beloved Adam had written her about loving the present she'd gotten him for their one month. When she heard him approach, however, she looked up and grinned.

" I love it. Definitely you, Pietro," she assured him, sounding too confident for him to question her. He gave a pouty sigh, hanging on her shoulders, " Is something the matter?"

" I... I can't believe I had to dye my hair to get respect..." he whined, pushing his face against hers. Their matching eyes slide to gaze at one another and he gave a charming smile that would've melted a lesser woman. She said and did nothing in response, " Wanda? Did anyone ever respect me before? When I was a guy?"

" No."

" I thought so..." his voice trailed off as his eyes got a distant look in them. A pang of what could be called guilt went up her spine, a thought of perhaps lessening the blow making it's way into her head far too late. Yet, her face remained blank, " So... I really didn't have any friends or girlfriends or any of that, did I?"

" No."

" So... I really am a trashy dumb blond?"

The question hung in the air for a moment. Wanda was absolutely positive what the answer was, as well as what she should answer. Unfortunately, they weren't the same thing and that made her stomach turn to lead. She knew where this was coming from, why he was finally trying to find answers to all the catcalls and the stares and pet names. He'd spent his life as someone talented, gorgeous, and adored by thousands of women. Women, though, didn't try to slip their hands down his pants while he played pool as Jason had a few nights beforehand. Yes, he'd been felt up before. Yes, he'd been groped before. Yes, he'd been violated before. But to have someone blatantly grab his bare ass and justify it as him being easy, to no objection from anyone around, that had been devastating to him. He'd searched for a way to become less of a whore and ended up taking his sister's advice and dying his hair. Now, came the hard part. Admittance of the truth, present and past.

Wanda cleared her throat, knowing all this and knowing how fragile her brother's ego was, and still she answered as she did.

" Yes. You are,"

There was no outrage, no screaming, no disbelief on Pietro's face when she said it. Instead, he merely swallowed hard and nodded sternly. Silence then fell over the twins. Wanda stood near the tree, watching him to see what he was going to do. He coughed into his hand and gave her a large, fake smile as tears began to make their way down his cheeks. No one could say Wanda had expected him to start crying and thus she drew back in shock.

" At least you're honest, Wanda!" his voice was tragically cheerful. That stung at Wanda's heart and once more made her question her answer, " Um... I think I'll uh... go inside then! Uh... work on our new... uniforms... and um... see the... the... guys... later..."

Without warning, Wanda grabbed Pietro's shoulders and hugged him as tightly as she could manage. She had no idea what she was doing nor where that burst of affection had come from, but she held on as best she could as he squirmed. And then, as suddenly as she had hugged him, he squeezed her back, hot tears pouring down onto her shoulders as he broke down in choked sobs. The twins held on to one another, which neither had done with anyone in years.

Somehow, it felt right that way.

Back upstairs, Lance kicked the bathroom door, yelling for Toad to get out, that he'd been in there long enough. He heard cussing, then the door was ripped open. Toad glared at him, his eyes flashing that dangerous red color. Lance glowered down at him, before he snatched up the younger's arm, above the cuff. He ripped his arm upwards so violently, the toad shrieked as he was pulled off his feet and slammed against the wall.

" We need to talk, Tolansky," with that, Lance shoved the other back into the bathroom and snapped the door shut. Toad rubbed his arm, opening his mouth to say anything. He didn't get a chance, as the rock tumbler started in on him immediately, " I don't fucking care about your excuses. I've lived with you for nearly a year now and I ain't never seen you act so damn stupid,"

" What?"

" You heard me, you moron," Lance marched forward, looking vicious enough that Toad backed up until he was flat against the opposing wall. The older didn't stop. He moved close enough that they would be touching if either moved an inch, " I'm not stupid. Quicksilver and Fred and Wanda ain't stupid. We know what he's doing to you. We know you're hiding it. We don't know why but we don't like it. Consider this your warning, Toad,"

" Warnin'?" he whispered, shrinking down in fear. There was a flash of when Kurt had tried to reach out to him, then he was back in the bathroom as Lance grasped his upper arms.

" Get out and dump him or we'll kill him. I'm tellin' you, Toad," he leaned down and his eyes glinted with malicious intent, " I would personally like to hang him,"

" I dunno what ya talkin' 'bout, Lance," Toad's voice shook when he said it, casting a glance elsewhere. That wasn't good enough for Lance and he let out a scream of rage, raising up his fist. Automatically, the younger flinched, but didn't move to avoid what could very possibly be a blood inducing punch. That alone caused the rock tumbler to freeze in horror, his knuckles barely grazing the skin.

" You expect the punch, don't you? He's hit you so many times, you expect it... how long has this been happening?"

The question never got an answer. Toad slowly looked up at him, an appearance of shame falling over his somber gold eyes. As Lance went to hold him, though, the door was pushed open and both twisted towards it. But it wasn't one of the Brotherhood standing there with a painfully fake smile on his face. It was none other then Wally himself, gripping the door handle so tight his knuckles had turned white. Toad shook slightly, but ducked under Lance's arms to get over to his boyfriend. Wally grinned, releasing the handle reluctantly to give him a tender kiss. The other mutant didn't try to hide the disdain from his face as he turned to face off with the human. Their eyes met, but only Lance was willing to openly narrow them while still in the presence of the younger.

" Ready to go, Toad?" the redhead questioned, sliding his arm around Toad's slender waist. He bobbed his head up and down and allowed himself to be taken from the leader of his team. Although Lance didn't take his eyes off the couple and actually followed them to the door, Toad never looked back. He merely stared at the ground as he climbed into the sports car and buckled up.

The car sped off, Wally staring intently at the road. Toad swallowed dryly, desperately trying to stop shaking. Yet, red flags kept jumping up in his brain and he had the distinct impression that the last thing he should've done that day was get into that car. That feeling only increased when he saw that they weren't heading towards the movie theater. Wally turned onto a scenic part of the park, a place for a romantic drive with lots of trees. For a split second, the mutant humored the idea that this was a loving gesture. Then he saw the anger flooding his boyfriend's face as the car was roughly jerked into park. His body tensed as Wally ripped off his seatbelt and yanked the key out of the ignition. Toad shuddered and fumbled with his seatbelt, fear making him unable to correctly focus on what he had to do. All he could think was 'get away'.

Wham.

The first punch slammed into his head and he crashed into the side of the car with a shriek. His temple burst into fiery agony on both sides as he slid down onto his seat. Tears began to form in his eyes, his body instantly curling up into a ball for protection.

" SO THAT'S WHAT YOU DO WHEN I'M NOT THERE, HUH? MAKE OUT IN THE FUCKING BATHROOM WITH THOSE BASTARDS!!! IS THAT IT?!" Wally roared, cracking Toad in the head again before punching him in the stomach. The mutant cried out that it wasn't like that, only to get smacked across the face, " I'M NOT STUPID!!! NOT LIKE YOU, YOU CHEATING WHORE!!!"

" I'm wuzzn't cheating!!! Stop it, Wally!!! Stop hitting me!!" he sobbed, covering his face as those fists collided with his hip and shoulder, " Please stop it!! I thought you loved me!!!"

" I DO LOVE YOU!!! THIS IS LOVE, DAMMIT!!!" Wally twisted Toad's arm behind his back, making the toad gasp and cry harder. The redhead straddled him, leaning down and laying a small kiss on the black and blue side of his face. He got a choked sob as a response, " I don't like you living in that house, with all those people. We should get a place together, live like a real couple. I can afford it, so don't worry, Toad. Just... gimme a month or something. Then we can move out and I show you the real meaning behind love,"

Toad didn't answer. He just cried into his hands as Wally hugged him tightly and whispered about how they could decorate the apartment and how great it would be. Somewhere, deep inside the broken heart of the mutant, he knew he didn't want to move in with this two faced monster. However, the blood filling his mouth prevented him from saying so and he could only cry and hope to God Wally wouldn't hit him again if he just agreed to do everything he said from now on.

Just in case no one noticed, I said that Wanda was reading a note about celebrating her one month with Adam. That, in case you didn't realize it at the time, means this chapter takes place one month after the last one.

And yes, Pietro is in charge of making the uniforms. He did, after all, make his own in the actual series. And yeah, that means they need their uniforms for something. The question is, what? Hmmm...

That's all.