Didn't exactly mean to turn this into a Scott chapter, but sometimes the silly thing writes itself. Don't worry, next chapter we get to more good stuffs :)

Brotherly Love II
-- A Sister's Flame
By Michiru

Chapter 4

Walking into the kitchen, Wanda was aware of one thing: Lance was staring at

her. She glared back at him, but instead of him looking away in that coward's way of his,

he returned her glare almost boldly.

"What are you looking at?" she barked, trying to further intimidate him - or just

intimidate him.

"Um, nothing," he said with a slight smile.

"What does that mean?" Wanda's eyes narrowed. It was obvious he was staring

at HER.

"Nothing," he laughed, putting his hands up in a peace gesture.

She grunted, and frowned at him.

"Hi, Lance," Pietro chirped, zipping into the kitchen, and going to the stove before

anyone registered he was there. He took the lid off the huge pot on the stove, and

sniffed. "Mmmm, chili. Yums. It sure is nice having food."

"Hi, Pietro," Lance said, looking at Pietro with the same close scrutiny as he gave

Wanda.

Wanda grabbed the back of his vest. "What is going on?" she hissed angrily.

"On? What do you mean?" Lance gulped. The girl was strong!

"You're staring at us. Why?"

"Wanda," Pietro was over in an eyeblink. He tried to pry her fingers off Lance.

"Sorry, Lance. C'mon, Wanda," he cajoled. "Let go."

"No," Wanda snapped. "Not until he gives me an explanation."

"Maybe there isn't one," Pietro told her gently. "You said you were going to try

And control your anger, remember? Do you want Agatha to have to come back?"

"Don't threaten me, Pietro."

"Lance, is there something up?" Pietro sighed in defeat. "You were kinda giving

Wanda and me a strange look."

Lance looked at the both of them and decided a bit of lying was in order... but

mixed with truth. "I had to go up to the attic to get something an hour ago," he said

quietly.

If anything, Pietro went paler than his normal alabaster colouring. "What?" he

whispered.

"I had to go up to the attic to see if... never mind why I went up. It's just what I

saw when I went up that makes me stare," Lance said.

"You little shit!" Wanda dropped Lance. "You were spying on us!"

"Not exactly, but you were a bit out in the open. I couldn't help seeing..."

"What did you see?" Pietro asked softly.

Lance looked into Pietro's eyes, and noticed how dark they got when he was

angry.

"You were having sex," Lance whispered.

"Damn it," Wanda looked away, cheeks flushed. I am not ashamed, she thought

firmly. I'm not! Just... ohhhh, he SAW...

"Lance, how MUCH did you see?"

"All of it," Lance told them.

Pietro closed his eyes. He and Wanda had thought the attic was perfect. It was

away from the main house , there was a mattress up there, and after a bit of work, the

setting was perfect for anything they wanted at the time. They had even tested the

noise level, and found they could get pretty noisy before anything was heard at all.

"If you tell anyone, I will personally strip you naked, duct tape your limbs

together, pour honey over you, kick a nest of Army Ants into anger, and put you on that

nest," Wanda hissed.

Lance gulped. "I won't even tell my priest," he said sincerely.

"You don't have a priest, Lance," Pietro looked almost as dangerous as Wanda.

"The sentiment stands though," Lance hastily added. "Really, won't tell a soul!"

"You'd better not, because if you do, I'll add a bees' hive as well as the army

ants."

"You two are vicious," Lance said, stunned.

"More like 'compromised' and damned willing to do anything it takes to keep the

'grapevine' confined to one person," Pietro told him.

Lance thought briefly about telling them about Scott knowing, but decided that it

might be more fun if they found out for themselves...

Scott had stood in front of the bedroom door for almost five minutes now. For

some reason, he, leader of the X-Men, couldn't knock on a stupid door. As if it were

some kind of horrible test and he was afraid he'd fail. Or more that he'd get laughed

at...

"Hi, Scott," Kitty said. The door was open. Kitty stood in the doorway, looking at

him quizzically. She was holding her bathing gear in hand.

"Kitty. It's you."

"Yeah. Kitty. Me. What's up. You're standing there with your fist raised. Ready

to know something out?"

"I was about to knock on your door," Scott blinked.

"What's up?" she smiled.

"I needed to talk to Rogue," he put his hand down, trying not to feel nervous.

"Well, she's inside. See ya," Kitty grinned and went through him. He shivered a

bit at the creepiness and went into the bedroom the two girls shared.

"Hi, Rogue," he closed the door.

"Hey, Scott," Rogue looked up from where she was painting her toenails...

black...

"Can I talk to you about a couple things?" he asked, pulling up the chair.

"Kurt did it," she smiled slightly.

Scott felt confused. "Kurt did what?"

"Whatever it is that ya think Ah did," she chuckled.

"You didn't do anything," Scott shrugged.

"Oh, well. Kurt prob'ly still did somethin', though," she laughed, capping the

polish. "What do ya wanna talk about?"

"I guess the first thing is... How well do you know Pietro?"

"Hm? Pietro? Ah guess Ah kinda knew him a bit before Ah came here. He was

there a bit before Ah left. Why?" Rogue asked, curious.

"I guess I saw something yesterday that I'm still trying to come to grips about," he

sighed softly. "Would you say he's an exhibitionist?"

"Oh, hell, yeah," Rogue nodded, wiggling her toes. "What did ya see?"

"I, uh saw him mmmbbmmmle mmmble," he mumbled.

"Wow. That musta been some trick," Rogue snickered.

"It's too embarrassing to talk about," Scott shook his head.

"You saw him having sex?" Rogue guessed.

Scott's eyes widened. "How...?"

"Cause. Sex is prob'ly the one thing yer most embarrassed to talk about," Rogue

grinned. "Who was he?"

"He? Actually, it was a girl, Rogue," Scott smiled.

"Really? I always thought... never mind. What poor dumb little thing did he hook

on to?"

"Wanda."

"Wanda... MAXIMOFF?! His... Oh, boy. No wonder yer so embarrassed...

Sorry, Scott. So, what was the other thing?"

"Doesn't it bother you at all?" Scott asked her, frowning.

"Does it matter? It's Pietro's life," she shrugged. "Besides, Ah come from a

small hick town. Fully half the people there have the surname White, or had it before

they got married. Hell, some KEPT it after they got married. It's like the Simpsons," she

giggled.

"The Simpsons? What does a CARTOON have to do with real life?" Scott

asked, totally confused.

"Half the settlers moved to Springfield, land of purity and blah blah. The other

half moved to Shelbyville. Where people could marry their attractive cousins. Ah come

from Shelbyville. So ta speak."

"Oh," Scott got the drift.

"So, what was the other thing ya wanted ta talk ta me about?" Rogue asked.

"Huh?" he asked eloquently.

"Ya said ya wanted ta talk ta me about a couple things. Pietro messing with his

twin was one. What was two?"

"Oh, uh, um..." Scott suddenly clamed up. "Nothing. Just a figure of speech,

gotta go, bye," Scott got up so quickly he knocked the chair over. His leg got caught in

the chair legs, and he went down with it.

"Scott!" Rogue jumped off the bed and hurried to his side. Careful to put her

hands on clothed parts of him, she helped sit him up.

"I feel like a dork," he sighed, eyes tightly closed. "Can you find my glasses

please?"

Rogue grinned as she picked up the ruby shades. "Ah'll even give em back. On

one condition."

"Condition?" Scott sounded clueless.

"Ya tell me what yer so fired up not to tell me," she said firmly.

"Come on, Rogue, don't fool around. I need those glasses."

"Ah know. And ya can't get outta here until ya have em. But Ah ain't givin them

over until ya tell me."

"Not fair," he murmured.

"Totally fair. So, what gives, boy-o?" Rogue asked, grinning like a fox.

"It's dumb."

"Try me."

"I just wanted to know..."

"Hi! Your turn, Rogue!" Kitty came into the room.

Rogue sighed, and gave Scott the glasses. Now she'd never know what he was

going to say. She'd cheerfully strangle Kitty, if so many people wouldn't object to it.

"See you both later!" he went out so fast she wondered if he was related to

Pietro.

"See ya, Kitty," Rogue grabbed her supplies.

Damn.

Revieeeeewwwwssss....

**Disclaimer**

I do not own any of the characters within this fic. This is just a fic, not gospel, and situations that may be within the show don't necessarily make their way here. And vice versa.