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After the dinner was over, Beast instructed all the students to go straight back to their rooms. It was 9:00 and as Beast explained, this was curfew. When everyone was filing out of the dining room, Pietro rushed to catch up to Lance, but knocked into Scott on accident who had stopped to wait for Jean.

"Oops, sorry," Pietro said distractedly, before he could stop himself.

"You will be sorry," Scott muttered, looking past him at Jean.

"Ooo scary Summers, I'm shaking," Pietro said with a grin before running to catch Lance who had already passed through the doorway. When he was next to Lance he punched him lightly on the shoulder.

"Hey, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Pietro asked, falling in stride with his friend. Everyone started to make their way up the staircase, talking quietly so Beast wouldn't get mad at them for waking up anyone. Lance shrugged and didn't make eye contact with Pietro.

"C'mon Lance, you're not seriously mad at me, are you?" Lance gave him a troubled look like he was deciding whether he should be or not.

"…I guess not. It's just hard, you know? Being here with them…with her."

Pietro nodded in agreement, "When I think about it now, it was all so stupid when we were fighting, but it made sense because it was the only thing we knew how to do."

"I know…you're right about Evan being an asshole. I hate to say it, but he's almost worse than Scott. Talking about Fred in front of Todd…I can't believe he did that."

"Yeah, Toad's been acting weird lately, though. He doesn't talk anymore."

Lance nodded, "Fred dying really messed him up. They were like best friends."

"We should talk to him, you know, make sure he's ok," Pietro said. Checking up on Toad was something he had wanted to do for a while now.

"I'm rooming with him, you wanna come?" Lance asked. They had reached the top of the stairs and were facing the corridor where everyone's rooms were. No one was talking anymore as they went into their rooms, and Lance and Pietro were left standing by themselves.

"Yeah…"

Lance and Pietro approached the room in the dimly lit corridor, and the silence weighed in around them. Only the gentle whir of the air conditioner and the ticking of a clock could be heard. Lance reached out to grab the doorknob, but pulled his hand away when he heard something coming from inside. He beckoned to Pietro and they both leaned against the door, trying to listen in. Someone was mumbling and there was an odd scraping sound. Pietro locked eyes with Lance and saw that he was nervous too. Before he could say anything to stop him, Lance turned the doorknob and pushed open the door.

"Holy shit!" Lance yelled when they entered the room. No lights were on, but the moonlight coming through the window illuminated a dark figure on the ground.

"It's my fault…all my fault…" Toad was muttering. He was sitting on the floor, rocking back and forth, his large yellow eyes wide and disturbed. He had a large knife in his hand that he kept scraping the metal frame of his bed with. When Pietro got further into the room he saw blood on the knife's edge, glittering in the moonlight cast through the curtains.

"Todd! What the fuck are you doing?" Pietro asked. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he started to panic.

"It's my fault he's dead!" Toad cried out at them, shutting his eyes tightly, as if that would make everything go away.

"Shhh, no it's not," Pietro said nervously, walking up to Toad slowly, trying not to make any sudden movements that would startle him.

"YES IT IS!" Toad yelled at Pietro, as he looked up at him suddenly, his face contorted with rage. "It's my fault! I did it! I started the fire! I killed him! I killed him! I didn't mean to! I just couldn't take it anymore!"

"Wh-what?" Pietro asked weakly, taking a step back. He couldn't believe what he was hearing and it looked like Lance couldn't either. Lance's face was so pale he looked he looked worse than Pietro, and he hadn't moved from where he was standing, his gaze transfixed on Toad. Pietro was trying to think of what to do next when the door burst open and Logan and Beast rushed in.

"What's going on in here?" Logan growled, flicking on the lights, "I could hear you kids from…what the?"

"Oh dear God…" Beast whispered. Toad didn't seem to notice them enter, he just kept on muttering to himself, rocking even more violently back and forth. He had dropped the knife on the ground and now that the lights were on Pietro could see little cuts all over his forearms. They didn't look very deep, but there were tiny spots of blood on the carpet around him.

"Hank, go get Chuck, I'll stay here," Logan said stepping carefully next to where Pietro was standing. Beast nodded and backed out of the room.

"What happened?" Logan asked as soon as he was gone.

"We just came in and he was like this," Pietro answered. Lance was unable to speak, so he just sat down on the bed opposite Toad's.

"Hey kid…" Logan said softly as he bent down and cautiously reached out to Toad. Toad's muttering stopped and he whimpered quietly when Logan got close to him.

"I didn't mean to kill him. He was my best friend," he whispered, staring at the floor so he wouldn't have to look at anyone. The room was silent. Nobody knew what to say, so it was a relief when the Professor and Beast entered the room. Xavier's gaze was only focused on Toad as he wheeled over to him.

"Todd, Todd I need you to listen to me. Everything is going to be fine, but I need you to come with me now," he said gently, placing a hand on Toad's shoulder.

Toad looked up at him with watery eyes, "Ok…" He pushed himself off the ground with Logan's help and went to follow Xavier.

"Ya want me to go with ya? Just in case?" Logan asked Xavier as he helped Toad.

"No, that will not be necessary Logan. Todd will be just fine, but Hank I would like you to come with me, it looks like Mr. Tolensky may need some medical attention," Xavier answered as he exited the room. Beast nodded and followed them out of the room, so just Lance, Pietro, and Logan were left.

"Uhh, I'll see you two at breakfast," Logan said awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. When no one answered him, he left the room without another room. Lance started to climb under his covers, and Pietro took this as a sign that he wanted him to leave so Pietro too left the room.

As soon as he shut the door behind him, Pietro sighed tiredly. Would nothing ever go right for them? Every time he turned around something terrible was happening. It had always been like this, Pietro couldn't remember the last time he was truly happy. It was like there had been a big, black cloud lingering over his head since the day he was born.

He opened the door to his room, and saw that Wanda was already in bed. She sat up when he came in, and he could feel her eyes examining every inch of him to see if she could figure out anything before he opened his mouth to talk.

"Well?" she asked when it seemed she had decided she couldn't figure it out herself.

Pietro shook his head and flopped down on his bed, "Can't talk about it right now."

"Fine," Wanda grumbled lying back down to go to sleep. She knew she would find out in the morning.