A/N: Well here's number five. If you're this deep into the story, you probably really dig it, and you're the fans I write for, so hope you guys likes it. Enjoy.

It has been one month since last we saw our heroes. One month since Jean gave birth to the two tiniest members of the Brotherhood. One month since the ill-fated accident that preserved the life of the Brotherhood. And for an entire month the Brotherhood has been absent one arrogant speedster.

-A café in Bayville-

St. John Allerdyce walked out of the café Amara following closely behind, their hands intertwined lovingly.

Amara stopped which caused St. John to halt abruptly and stare at the woman he loved, "What's wrong love?"

Amara stared into his eyes, "Are you sure we should be doing this? I've never skipped school before."

St. John's eyes softened, "Oih just need some toihme 'Mara. You're the only one oih can turn to now. Oih've lost too many mates."

Amara gave him a sympathetic smile, "Where should we go next?"

St. John smiled, and turned around to walk, "Oih don't," he was quickly cut off as a Bo made contact with his jaw at a high velocity. He rubbed his busted lip and looked up, "Son of a bitch!" his eyes went wide in horror, "Remy?"

There stood Remy Etienne LeBeau, all six foot one, one hundred and seventy nine pounds of him. He wore sunglasses and his old acolytes uniform. He let the glasses slip down his nose exposing his red on black eyes thus confirming that the Cajun had indeed risen from the grave. He smirked at his former comrade, "Dat's a cold thing to say to a comrade."

St. John rushed to his feet two lighters in either hand, "You can't be you! There ain't no comin' back from that! Oih saw you doihe! You doihed in moih arms!"

Remy chuckled and reached into a pocket in his trench coat, "Pick a card Mon ami. For old times sake." He tossed three cards just as St. John threw up a flame shield. Remy smirked, "Living wid dem losers kept you sharp."

St. John glared at the Cajun, "How'd you survoihve?"

Remy stood up straight, "Lance's femme's sister is very powerful. Da Juggernaut wasn't even in da country at da time."

St. John looked surprised, "Whoih!"

Remy reached into his coat again, "Never mind homme, let your old friend Remy show you a card trick!"

He threw more cards and St. John threw up another flame shield, "Not gonna happen mate."

Remy smirked as he dropped the shield, "I said it was a trick," St. John looked down to see three glowing cards on the ground, "Slight of hand," as the cards exploded St. John was thrown back, but Remy quickly closed the gap and disarmed him of his lighters.

St. John slowly got to his feet, "That's not gonna help you."

Remy smirked, "You got no power if you got no flame."

St. John smirked, "Wrong," Remy's eyes grew wide as he finally noticed who he was with, "'Mara, Little help?"

Her fists lit up with two fireballs, "Sure." She tossed them and he caught them effortlessly.

Remy clapped his hands, "You fell for a human lighter, but I got one final hand to play," he charged his Bo with the familiar purple kinetic energy and leapt into the air. Before St. John could even mount a defense Remy slammed it into the ground causing it to explode and St. John and Amara to be thrown into the building wall. Police sirens could finally be heard closing in, "Take care Johnny, I'll be back for you mon ami."

Remy ducked into a dark alley as the police showed up and brandished their weapons, "Freeze! Drop the fire and put your hands above your head!" the veteran officer called out. St. John pushed Amara into a building, hoping they hadn't seen her. With a flick of the wrist the flames were extinguished and he dropped to his knees, "You have the right to remain silent."

Amara could only watch as they carted her boyfriend away, "He saved me."

-Bayville High-

Lance stomped down the hall, tremors threatening to ravage the foundation. He finally stopped and leaned against a locker. He took several deep breaths, attempting to calm his nerves. Unbeknownst to the rock tumbler he was slowly being encircled.

"Hey! Are you Alvers?" Lance opened his eyes and saw a blonde boy that could be a dead ringer for Duncan Mathews.

Lance then looked around to see his football buddies behind him, "Must be tough to live in a world where not everyone has their name stitched on their jacket," he looked at the jacket, "Dennis."

Dennis smirked at him, "You stole my brother's car."

Lance nodded, "So you're a Mathews. Ugly must run in the family."

Dennis glared at Lance, "I think it's time for some payback."

"Payback? You hear that Freddy? He wants a little payback," Todd quickly made his way to Lance's side.

Freddy muscled through the crowd, "Oh I heard him Todd, and it's a good thing, that payback is our specialty."

Dennis looked at the two boys and could almost see the anger emanating off of them, "Hey this is between me and him."

Freddy and Todd stepped forward, "Yeah well now we're between you and him."

-An hour or so later in the Boarding House living room-

Raven paced in the living room, a righteous anger flowing through her blue body. She turned to the couch and paused, casting a disapproving glare on the inhabitants. Lance, Todd, and Freddy sat on the couch each one seething in anger.

Raven rubbed her temple in order to stifle a headache, "You beat up the entire starting line of the Varsity Football Team," she took a breath, "You got suspended for three days!" with each word her voice grew louder, "I miss him too but you can't go around fighting baselines!" she turned to Wanda sitting in the armchair in the corner with Regan, "And where were you during all of this?"

Wanda had been more remorseful than her comrades, "I was outside on the steps waiting for them."

Raven turned back to the boys, "Where the hell is Fruit-loop!" As if on cue the phone rang and Raven grabbed it off the end table, "What!" she paused, "Where is he?" her eyes went wide, "What did he do!" her eyes then turned into tiny slits, "He did what!" she slammed the phone down, "Numb-nuts go to the police station and pick up Fruit-loop!"

Without saying a word Lance got to his feet and walked out the front door, but little did he know his wife was right behind him.

-A few seconds later in the Brotherhood Driveway-

"Lance." She called out to him but he wouldn't turn around, "Lance! You've been angry since the accident!"

Lance stopped a few feet from the garage door; his fists clenched tightly, "I coulda buried it! He didn't have to be so stupid." The last part was said more to himself than to her.

Regan quickly closed the gap and stood in front of him, "You're not angry because Pietro saved us," she placed her hands on his chest, "You're angry because no one could save him in return."

Lance sighed, "I gotta go pick up Johnny." She nodded and gave him a peck on the cheek. She walked back to the house and Lance just watched her until she was out of view. He turned around and opened the garage door, to fetch his car so he could rescue his brother, "Never again."

-Several minutes later at the Police Station-

Lance walked behind an officer down to the holding cells. They paused in front of the largest one. Lance stared in confusion as the inmates were all gathered towards the four barred walls. But then it all became very clear St. John sat in the middle of the room, legs crossed Indian style, his posture slumped forward slightly.

"I want to talk to him for a couple of minutes," The officer opened the door allowing entrance to Lance and quickly closed and locked the door as soon as he was in.

"You got two minutes," the officer called out behind him. The inmates all shot him dirty looks.

Lance walked to the middle of the room and picked up St. John by the front of his shirt, "What the hell is your problem!" this immediately struck fear in the hearts of the other inmates and they tried to pretend not to see anything, "Getting arrested! You know damn well they know who we are! What we are!" he shook him slightly, "Give me one reason! And it better be a damn good one!"

During the entire ordeal St. John never looked Lance in the eyes, until now, "Remy's not dead mate."

Lance's anger shifted into shock, "What?"

Lance set him down on his feet, "The bushwhacker faked his death. He jumped me and 'Mara." He paused his face softening, "Is she alroihght?"

Lance sighed, "Come on. I'll take you to go see her."

St. John smiled, "Thanks mate, oih owe you one."

-Later that night in Pietro's bedroom-

The window was open and the drapes swayed eerily in the wind.

"My heir," Erik stood tall over his son's bed. He was dressed in his full armor, "My son," he paused and starred at the bed, "You and I aren't as different as you'd like to think. We both know what it means to survive, to care about someone so deeply that you would give up your life for them."

The doorknob began turning, and in the time it took to open the door Erik had already made his escape.

Freddy walked into the room a sandwich and a bag of chips on a plate in his hand. He sat down in the chair across from the bed. He looked down at his comrade. Pietro lay there motionless, an I.V. drip in his right arm. He was now breathing on his own, and the Brotherhood was thankful for that. Apparently Sinister underestimated the speed demon, he didn't take into account his dense skin and bones, or his healing ability but it was still a victory because Pietro hasn't woken up since the accident. Of course no one outside of Pietro knows who he is… yet.

Freddy took a bite of his sandwich, and then peeked an eyebrow, "I thought I closed the window."