Huzzah! Over 50 reviews! I never thought this day would come! Just kidding, but seriously I love those of you who review. This chapter's a little more mellow than the last one, and yes an explanation for Toad's craziness will be coming along with a funeral for Blob.

The grey sunshine that streamed through the curtains onto Pietro's face caused him to stir the next morning. He sat up groggily, rubbing the sleep from his eyes before glancing at the digital clock that sat on the dresser. 11:05. Pietro couldn't remember the last time he had slept this long, it was getting harder and harder every time he laid his head down on his pillow. Night was the time he did most of his thinking, and some of the things he thought of would keep him up for hours, but today was different. He had decided to not think about anything, and to pretend things never happened until someone brought them up. He had used this strategy in the past and he wondered why it had taken him so long to think of it again. That was simple, it was because he dropped out of school, he didn't have anything to distract himself with, and so his mind would get bored and start thinking again. Thinking was bad from Pietro's point of view, especially when it came to thinking about the past. Best to keep your chin up and pretend to be happy…but Pietro was never happy. How could he be? What did he have in life? Friends? Not really. Family? Family…that was funny. Yes he and Wanda were getting closer as she was slowly bringing down the walls that kept them apart for so long, but Magneto…? He was the worst excuse for a father anyone could ask for unless the world was turned upside down and ruthless dictators were suddenly considered perfect father figures. Not likely…no it was going to be better like this. Pietro was sure. As long as he didn't think anything, or about how last night Toad had admitted to setting the fire that had caused Fred's death and the destruction of their house, and was now contemplating suicide…no this was bad. Thinking was bad.

He looked over at Wanda's bed and saw that she was gone and her bed was made. After deciding that it would be impossible for him to sleep any longer, he got out of bed and threw the top sheet over it haphazardly. He ran a hand through his messy silver hair before grabbing some clothes of the pile on the dresser. With a pair of light baggy jeans and a dark blue t-shirt in hand he went to go take a shower. As soon as he left the room it was obvious that most everyone else was awake from all the noise. On his way to the bathroom Pietro noticed Jubilee and another girl he didn't recognize talking excitedly to each other in the hallway. When he passed by them Jubilee pointed at him and whispered something to the other girl. Pietro decided to ignore this and continued on to the showers. There was no wait since everyone was already up, and with the help of his powers Pietro was in and out in a little over two minutes.

When he arrived in the kitchen he found Logan sitting at the table, hunched over a newspaper, and a cup of straight black coffee in his hands. He looked up and grunted at Pietro to show that he acknowledged his presence before going back to his newspaper. Pietro decided that Logan wasn't exactly a morning person so he didn't say anything back. It wasn't until he had sat down with a bowl of Cookie Crisp and a glass of orange juice that Logan actually spoke.

"Rough night, huh?" he asked gruffly, not taking his eyes off the newspaper.

"Yeah," Pietro answered as he started to eat.

"Mornin'" Lance grumbled shuffling into the kitchen. Pietro noticed that Lance, unlike himself, hadn't had such an easy time getting to sleep last night. He wondered why Lance had opted to stay in that room last night, with Toad's blood on the carpet and all it wasn't a pretty picture. Lance sat down next to Pietro and it looked like it was taking all of the energy he had to open the pop-tarts he had grabbed most unceremoniously from the cupboard.

"So what happened to Todd?" Pietro asked casually, like it was the most normal question anyone could ask.

"You'd have to talk to the Prof about that. The last I heard they're keeping him in medical, so they can monitor him. Make sure he doesn't try anything funny," Logan answered. Pietro was surprised at how much Logan had changed. Xavier must have really threatened him because Logan would never have had his conversation with Pietro before. Or he was just feeling sorry for them, or maybe Logan wasn't such a bad guy after all…

"Oh," Pietro said concentrating on his cereal. He shouldn't have asked that, of course they would put Todd in medical, but Pietro had secretly feared that they might have sent him to a crazy house after the way he acted last night.

The three of them finished breakfast without saying another word. Pietro was just getting up from the table when it suddenly dawned on him that he had nothing to do today.

"Uh, Logan…sir?" he asked.

"What is it kid? By the way don't call me sir, Logan is just fine."

"Ok, uh, what is it we're supposed to do?"

"I don't know, go play with the other kids or something. They already finished their morning training so they're just goofing off right now. They have lessons around noon and then lunch, and there's one more training session at night. I think it was Chuck's wish that the two of you go to class with 'em eventually anyway," Logan stood up and folded the newspaper under his arm.

"Uh, sure," Pietro said looking at Lance to see if he would go too.

"You know something?" Logan asked, taking a long look at Pietro.

"What?" Pietro asked.

"For being Magneto's kid and all, you're not half bad," he said.

"Oh," Pietro answered. He was pretty sure he was meant to take that as a compliment.

"Well I'll be seeing you two around," Logan said, before leaving the kitchen. Lance watched until Logan was gone for sure, before he stood up too.

"So, what're we gonna do?" he asked.

"I don't know…let's go check on Todd," Pietro answered.

"Good. I was afraid you would say we should go hang out with the X-Geeks," Lance said thankfully, throwing his half-eaten pop-tarts in the trash. Pietro grinned and he and Lance left the kitchen to go find their friend.