Ok, must get cracking on chappie 10. Why am I so darned lazy?

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

Chapter 9

"...And so far, that's it," Lance ended the tale with a chuckle. He was

laying back against the pillows, playing with the phone cord as he spoke.

"So she just yelled, screamed and stormed away?" Scott sounded

surprised.

"Not exactly what I would have expected either. I would have

thought some kind of separation. But nope. Funny thing, huh?"

"Doesn't exactly seem like she cares who it was, just that it was

happening. The professor would probably give them lectures on morality and

socialism for two days. He would probably go on and on about how it would lead

to a total breakdown of morality and the beginnings of a sociopath," Scott

grimaced, sitting on the floor, using his bed as a backrest.

"He sounds boring."

"Mystique sounds nuts."

"She is!"

"He isn't."

"When I was there he believed everybody else about me being bad when I

never was," Lance argued.

"He's not boring and he's not perfect, Ok? He did apologize to you and

felt really bad about it afterwards. Still does, for that matter."

"Whatever," Lance waved his hand in the air.

"Well, when you come to your senses, don't be afraid to call."

"The only reason I went in the first place was cause of Kitty, and ever

since the mall incident, she hasn't talked to me," Lance sighed.

"Try talking to her, then, instead of waiting for her," Scott grinned.

"Oh, yesssss, masstahhh, yess, such ssssage advissssse," Lance teased.

Scott stopped for a moment. It was definitely good advice. "Who knows,

maybe I'll take my own advice," he nodded to himself.

"And ask Jean out?" Lance asked curiously.

"Jean?" Scott asked, a bit startled. "No, not Jean. No, I---"

"Scott, who're ya talkin ta?" Rogue stood in the doorway, a quizzical look

on her face.

"Rogue, uh, hi! How are you!?" Scott asked a bit too loudly, scrambling to

his knees. Somehow the phone cord got wrapped around him, and he struggled

to get free, turning around then just grabbing the offending wire and pulling it up

over his head. "Hi," he blushed.

"Hi," Rogue giggled.

"I, uh, hey, I gotta go," he said into the phone.

"Say hi to Rogue for me," Lance chuckled. "I better go. I hear the Dragon

coming. She might decide WE'RE having an affair and get mad at me.

Scott choked, trying not to laugh. "I have to go," he snickered, hanging

up.

"So who WERE you on the phone with?" Rogue asked. "Obviously a

good friend."

"Good friend? No, I was just talking to Lance," Scott got to his feet, taking

the phone back out to the stand in the hallway.

"You were on for over an hour, Scott," Rogue said dubiously. "And why

Lance?"

"Just talking about Pietro and Wanda. They got caught earlier today,"

Scott told her. "By Mystique. She flipped. But not in the way anyone would

have expected. Lance thinks she would have flipped as bad as if it were HE and

Wanda."

"Who better'n me would know she's insane? And Ah think she might be.

Morality isn't in her top ten of anythin, Scott," Rogue smiled ruefully.

"It just makes no sense," he shook his head. "Lance doesn't think it's

going to stop them, though. He figures they've pretty much been together every

second day or so for quite awhile now. Maybe almost since she got there. About

two months or a bit less. He figures they'll go for it more just because...

because..."

"Jus' because," Rogue grinned. "Sounds like Pietro. He lives his life 'just

because...'," Rogue laughed.

Scott closed his door as Rogue spoke. "You know, we've known each

other for quite awhile now," he said conversationally, mouth gone dry.

"Yeah, Ah guess so," Rogue watched him a bit cautiously.

"Would you say we're friends?" he asked quietly.

"Ah hope so," Rogue said. "Scott, are you OK?"

"I'm fine," Scott smiled. "Rogue--"

*BAMF*

"Hey, Scott," Kurt grinned, "We're going to the beach! Oh, hey Rogue!

Great, found you, too! We're going to the beach! C'mon!" Kurt grabbed Rogue's

gloved hand and ran out of the room with her.

Scott sighed. "Hell."

TBC

**Disclaimer**

I do not own any of the characters within this fic (as much as I wish I did). I am poor. All I own is a lousy computer and... well... nothing good. This is just a fic, not gospel, and situations that may be within the show don't necessarily make their way here. (Even though we wish they might.) And vice versa. Boy, you can count on that one!