"Shh!" Lance Alvers hissed at his two giggling partners in crime. "You're acting like girls, and you're gonna get us caught! They'll feed you to the Wolverine, and I'm not going to stop them. What on earth is so funny, anyways?"

Pietro stifled his laughter, and Toad struggled to do the same as the speedster replied. "I don't know, it's just we're always fighting the X-Men, and when we try to break into their base when they're out, it's like taking candy from a baby!"

"Plus, they had a bunch of Kool-Aid before we left, so they're all jittery," added Rogue.

Lance face palmed. "Great. Just great. Let's just find the Professor's office and get those files before these two idiots get us killed."

"Whatever," Rogue said, tossing her head.

After walking down several hallways, and opening a lot of doors, the Brotherhood stumbled upon the place they were searching for.

"Wow, it's really normal looking!" said Toad.

"What were you expecting, the Death Star command center?" said Lance, sarcastically. "Get looking for the files on the X-Men! They have to be here somewhere…"

"Man, the Brotherhood would be so much better if we had the Rebels on our side!" Toad said rifling through desk drawers.

"The Empire was more efficient. They had control of the entire galaxy!" Pietro pointed out.

"Yeah, but the Rebels had Han Solo," said Rogue.

"Han Solo's useless," argued Pietro. "He adds nothing, except distracting Leia!"

"You just don't like him 'cause he's cuter than you and you've got a crush on princess Leia," Rogue said.

Pietro blushed. "Not true!"

Toad cackled. "That does explain the poster you have taped to that back of your closet-"

Pietro tacked him, slamming both their weights hard against a book case, causing the top row of books to fall off, hitting several heads, and effectively ending the fight.

"Dude! Now we have to put all this back."

"Oh, like you couldn't do it in five seconds," said Rogue.

"More like point five seconds. Which is better than you could do!" said Pietro.

"Really? Let's test that theory…" growled Rogue, taking off her glove.

"Hey, hey! Cool it, all of you! The last thing I need is to carry home an unconscious teenager," snapped Lance.

"You're a teenager!"

"Hey man, check this out, yo," interrupted Toad. "It's some scrap book thing."

"The X-Men keep a scrapbook? What of? Spandex throughout the ages?" Pietro asked.

"No, it looks like these pictures are from when the X-Mansion opened. Look, here's Professor X with hair!" said Lance.

"But why's Pietro standing next to him?" asked Toad, confused.

"What? Gimme that!" said speedster snatched the book from Toad, and examined the pictures. "This isn't me, its Magneto. He was born with white hair too."

"Wow, you look just like your dad when he was young." marveled Rogue.

"Naw, I'm way more good-looking!"

Rogue eyed him, then the picture. "Debatable."

"He's wearing a turtleneck sweater!" said Pietro

"Still. Could you wear one and still look hot?"

"Did you just call my father hot?"

"Okay!" interrupted Lance, wanting the conversation over. "Let's get back to looking for that file!"

"But wait!" said Toad. "Look, Magneto crashed Summers' tenth birthday!"

"And the X-Men's eighth anniversary," added Rogue, peering over Toad's shoulder

"Summers' eleventh birthday."

"Scott and Jean's middle school graduation?"

"A meeting between Mystique and the Professor? Why did that happen?" puzzled Lance.

"The Professor's fiftieth birthday."

"Scott's thirteenth birthday…"

"Why has he been to more of Summers' birthdays than mine?" growled Pietro.

Ding!

The Brotherhood all looked up.

"What was that?" asked Toad.

"Um, I think the elevator," gulped Lance

They all watched in horror as the knob slowly turned, and the door was pushed open to reveal- Professor X!

He stared at the group of teenagers sitting in his office. "Goodness. Did you all have something to discuss with me?"

The Brotherhood looked around the room, no one willing to speak first. Just as the silence was becoming unbearable, Pietro spoke.

"Magneto sent us to steal a file about the X-Men to find out their weaknesses!"

"Pietro!" Lance and Rogue yelled at the same time.

The Professor merely raised an eyebrow at them and said, "Thank you, Pietro. Now, if you would be so kind as to clean up this mess, I believe there's a plate of cookies downstairs that might be consumed before my students get home."

"How could you have said that?" Lance raged under his breath as they all picked up books.

"I can't help it, he makes me nervous!" protested Pietro.

"Well, he doesn't seem mad, and now we get cookies, yo!" Toad said happily.

Rogue had picked up the scrapbook, but instead of putting it away, she turned to the Professor. "What is this? Why is Magneto at so many events here? And why do you have a book of it?"

Professor X took the book from her, opening it. "It's a record of all Magnus and I have accomplished together over the years. From large things, like opening this mansion and starting the Brotherhood, to small things, like the X-Men's first mission, or the day Pietro's mutation appeared. Now, you look to be all done, why don't you go have those cookies? I'll give Magnus a call, and you won't get in trouble. But please, refrain from breaking into my house again!"

"I can do that," agreed Lance.

"Me too," added Toad.

"I'll try, Uncle Charles," said Pietro.

"Uncle Charles?" asked Rogue

"Um…Race you downstairs for X-Cookies!" said Pietro.

The End