A/N: Well as I said before, I'm not doing this for reviews but I thank from the bottom of my heart, those of you who reviewed my last chapter. I wasn't too sure how it would have gone there for a while but hey; I'm trying. Anyways, thanks once again and I hope this chappie meets your expectation.

I Do Not Own X Men Evolution, It's Characters, Nor Do I own "My Love" that belongs to Mr. Timberlake

BACK AT THE BROTHERHOOD HOUSE

Lance paced the living room floor, stopping every so often to think, his eyes searching for an answer. No matter how he rationalised it in his head, it just didn't make sense. He couldn't figure out why someone so smart and wonderful would do something so incredibly stupid. He tried desperately to shake the mental image that kept popping into his head but to no avail. The image was burnt into his brain, threatening to leave a devastating and nasty scar.

"Why Kitty… why? Why have you done this to me?" He now plopped himself on the couch and passed his hands through his already tousled hair, his gaze shifting to the floor. He then furrowed his brows and stared straight ahead of him…

I don't blame you Kitty…" his face gravitated into a frightening scowl, "it's that Pietro. He's poisoned your sweet innocent mind, playing with your emotions like another one of his cheap bimbos."

Just then Lance heard the opening of the front door and loud, cheery whistling accompanied by really off key singing:

"All I want you to do is be my love… my love…girl… my love…"

He rolled his eyes and shook his head, thinking to himself… SICKENING!

He hurriedly stalked up to Pietro and cocked an eyebrow and stared at him intently. Pietro in turn made a face and brushed past him dropping himself on the couch and turning on the TV. He flicked through the channels uninterestedly and started humming "My Love" again. He then jumped up off the couch and began to dance.

Lance just stood there, staring at him wondering what Kitty saw in him. He was such an immature, idiotic little worm. Lance then waved his palm slightly and made the ground shake throwing Pietro off balance from the arm of the couch, which he was now standing on. He landed on the ground with a loud thud.

"What the hell? Lance man, what's the deal?" Pietro quickly shot up from the now embarrassing position he was in.

Lance clenched his jaw and stuttered out between gritted teeth, "you're back home late?"

Pietro scoffed, " Well I'm sorry MOM, didn't know I needed to check in with you!"

"Do you enjoy yourself?" he retorted.

Pietro rolled his eyes and stated coolly, "what are you talking about now?"

Lance's temper flared and he gave the ground another shake. "What… what am I talking about? I'm talking about your little "date" with Kitty. Just what exactly do you think you're doing?"

Pietro let out a dejected sigh. "I'm so sorry dude but Kitty and I, we're getting married! Isn't that wonderful?" He began skipping around the room. Lance hadn't even noticed when he sped outside and grabbed some flowers and now began throwing petals all over his head. He begain in a sing-song voice...

"Kitty and I are getting married... are getting married... are getting married. We're gonna be so happy... so happy... so happy. We're gonna have lots of children... lots... of children..."

Lance let out a groan and shook the ground so violently that it sent Pietro flying behind the couch. "That's is NOT funny! Why are you corrupting my Kitty!"

Pietro staggered up, growing quite defensive.He angrily spat back, "I'm getting really sick of you doing that! And what's it to you? I can date whoever I want. It's not like you have any claim on her or anything cause last time I checked you two weren't a couple anymore. Oh yeah and didn't you send me to smooth things over with Kitty for you while you went OUT ON A DATE!"

"Yeah but I went to break it off with Ashley and you knew that! Kitty's still my girl Pietro, that means hands off!"

"Your girl? What is she a poodle? And Kitty is old enough to make up her own mind as to who she wants to be with. Remind me again Lance, didn't she break up with you!" Pietro smiled viciously and raised a brow.

"That not the point. The point is that…" Lance stuttered out as if grasping for words.

"That's not the point… the point is that…" Pietro exclaimed in mockingly. "You know man you've got some nerve telling me to stay away from someone who obviously has the hots for me. Just because you messed things up and got dumped doesn't mean you have to take it out on me."

Lance could feel his blood begin to boil. All he could do was growl in response and watch Pietro standing there, standing there with that stupid smirk on his face. Boy did he want to wipe that smirk off.

"Quit acting like a baby man, Kitty's moved on and dare I say to it bigger and better things. I suggest you do the same. And on that happy note, I think I go to my room." Pietro whizzed past him and up to his room.

Once again Lance let out a loud, earth-shaking growl. He then drew a deep breath and let out a long deflated sigh. He once again flopped back onto the couch and banged his head against the wall.

"Think Lance, think!"

He then smiled to himself and grabbed the phone and quickly began dialling, he snickered somewhat and mouthed a quiet "this is far from over Pietro… I'll fix this, if it's the last thing I do!"

RING…

RING…

RING…

"Come on someone, pick up!" he tapped his fingers impatiently.

RING…

RING…

RING…

Just as he was about to hang up a soft, sultry (A/N that's "sultry" in the seductive sense) voice spoke back,

"Hello?"

Lance gulped and drew a deep breath. " Hello Crystal?"

TO BE CONTINUED…

A/N: So how was it? I hope good. Well you know what to do, please review. Also if you've got time, check out my other Kietro's! I know, I know it's a shameful plug but hey I'm only human and I need validation!!