Rogue stared at her favorite green shirt, knowing what she had to do, but dreading doing it. With a sigh, she dropped it on the bed, and tugged on a sweatshirt. "Pietro!"

Wham!

"Careful, the door's locked," she added.

"Figured that..." Pietro wheezed from the hallway floor.

Rogue walked over and slid the bolt over, and opened the door. Pietro stood up and leaned against the doorframe. "You rang?"

"Unfortunately." She held out her shirt. "It got ripped. Can you fix it?"

"For a price, yeah."

"You fix the shirt, and I don't show everyone that picture of some dark haired girl you keep in your dresser."

"That's not what it looks like!" said Pietro.

Ding dong!

"I'll get the door!" yelled Pietro, grabbing Rogues shirt as he sped down the hall.

Rogue heard the sound of the door being opened, then slammed shut.

"Run! Mystique's at the door! And she's mad!"

"Why's she mad?" Rogue asked, walking to the top of the stairs. Pietro materialized next to her.

"Cause I shut the door in her face. Duh."

"There is something wrong with you." Rogue walked over and opened the door. Mystique stood there, in her Principal Darkholme form. Standing next to her was a tall, brown-haired boy.

"Hello Rogue. May we come in?" Mystique asked, looking pointedly at Pietro.

"Yeah, sure. Who's this?" Rogue asked.

"I'm Karl." The boy said, holding out his hand. Rouge almost reached for it, but then remembered she wasn't wearing gloves.

"I'm Rogue, but I can't really-"

"I know." Karl said. "Your powers were explained to me on the way over. And I have a theory about that. You see, part of my power is also touch based."

"Yeah, so?" asked Rogue, walking over into the living room.

"Well, I think that-"

"Hey Rogue! I'm done! Do you want your shirt back?" Pietro asked from the kitchen.

Rogue rolled her eyes. "Just leave it on the table!"

"Why do you have her shirt?" Mystique asked, eyebrows arching.

"Cause she ripped it, and I fixed it, 'cause I'm fabulous at everything." Pietro said. "Who's this? Is he staying? We should put him with Toad!"

"You want me to sleep with your pet?"

"Pretty much," Rogue mumbled.

"Pietro, this is Karl. He is considering joining us. I expect you to show him the same courtesy you show me, alright?" Mystique said.

"I just shut a door on you," Pietro pointed out.

Mystique groaned slightly, and pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Sorry, he's not usually like this," Rogue lied to Karl.

"I bet not. Did you run out of meds?"

"Hey!" Pietro said, offended.

"That was kinda rude," Rogue pointed out, feeling the need to defend her teammate.

"Oh, sorry, I wasn't trying to offend anyone, it's just that I've met another speedster, and he was much calmer. I just assumed you had ADHD. I'm studying to be a doctor, and I saw some of the signs, so…" Karl trailed off when he caught sight of Mystique's face.

"Pietro Maximoff, are you supposed to be taking some kind of medication that would make my life easier?"

"I dunno."

Mystique made a sound half way between a cough and a growl.

"What! I don't! I was taking them for a while, but my father had me stop a few years ago. I don't think they worked with my heightened metabolism."

Karl tapped Rogue on the shoulder. "There's something I want to try. Can we step into the kitchen for a second?"

"Sure."

They walked in, and sat down at the table.

"Rogue, since your powers involve draining the memories and powers of people you touch, and mine involve siphoning off energy from people I touch, I believe that were we to join hands, our powers would cancel each other out."

"Wait, you mean, I wouldn't hurt you?"

"I don't think so. I'm willing to try. Are you?" Karl asked, holding out his hand.

"Well, if you're sure…" Rogue said, reaching out and taking the offered hand.

She waited for the inevitable pain and the rush of others thoughts.

Nothing happened.

Rogue removed her hand, and tried again. "Oh my gosh, I can touch!" She cried.

Karl laughed. "I'm glad this worked."

"I mean, I've been wearing gloves for so long, and every time I took them off I just hurt someone! Kurt, and Storm, and Scott…"

Karl's face changed, becoming more serious. "Wait, you said Scott. As in Scott Summers?"

"Yeah, why?"

Karl's face again began to change, but not just in emotion this time. His skin turned green, his eyes turned red, and his nose and chin elongated into a beak.

"SSSAURON LIVES!"

"Wow Rogue, I'm kinda offended. You'd rather hang out with a shirtless dinosaur than me? And I fixed you shirt for you…" Pietro complained fro where he stood in the doorway.

"There is definitely something wrong with you!" Rogue shrieked, lunging out of the way of Sauron trying to tackle her.

"You have the red energy… Ssauron will feed!"

"Not today, Zurg!" Pietro said, tripping Sauron up as he ran after Rogue. "What does he mean red energy?"

"I think 'cause I absorbed Scott's powers, he wants to drain my energy!" Rogue theorized as she pushed a chair at Sauron.

"What is going on here?" Mystique asked, standing horrified in the doorway.

"I think he likes it here!"

"Don't just stand there, help us!" yelled Rogue.

Sauron took the slight distraction to whack Pietro in the face with his wing. But as he did that, Mystique ran forwards and kicked him in the side of the head. Sauron dropped like a rock. Unfortunately, so did Pietro. Right onto Rogue, who wasn't wearing any gloves.

"Ahhh!" both teenagers yelled, before Rogue managed to push the speedster off of her.

"Are you alright?" asked Mystique.

"I'm fine," said Rogue, a little quicker than usual. "But maybe you should check on Pietro. I've never seen him this still…"

Mystique knelt down and shook Pietro's shoulder. His eyes flickered open.

"Ooh, that's the last time I ever do anything nice for you…"

"Come on, I'm not carrying you to the couch." Rogue said, putting Pietro's arm around her and helping him to stand.

"Dino guy isn't staying, is he? 'Cause I don't think I can do this more than once a week…"

"No, I'll tell your father that it didn't work out. And see if we can't find some extra strength pills for you." Mystique said.

"Hey!"

"She meant pain pills, idiot. Nothing to do with ADHD. I've got a feeling nothing can slow you down, or lessen your crazy," said Rogue.

"Darn right." Said Pietro, and closed his eyes.

It is canon that Pietro has ADHD. Also, I am fully aware that he is in these stories way too much, but he's so fun to write!

Thanks to all who reviewed! I've never had so many (And by so many I mean four) reviews!

Oh, and to the guest reviewer, Silver: I'm glad you like it! I don't think we'll see Mrs. Daniels reaction to the boy's new haircuts, but there's a good chance you'll see more of Evan and Pietro as friends. Apparently they've know each other for quite a while, and they seem the type to get into plenty of trouble.