Disclaimer: Yup, don't own a thing, not even my work shirts.
A/N: This is the final chapter. Yay! I think it came together rather well, but you can tell me if you think differently. Enjoy!
Flash looked at Pietro with utter horror, "You cheated."
"Hello! Brotherhood member? Besides, you weren't paying attention to what was going on so it's really your own fault."
"I," Flash broke off for a moment, "Can't we do anything NORMAL?"
"Like what," Pietro prompted.
"Like actually running a race?"
"Oh, you know that's overrated."
"Is it?" Flash responded with his hands on his hips, "We came together to see who's the faster of the two- well, actually I came because I thought you were a make-a-wish kid- but anyways, I think a race is in order."
"Ah, but therein lies the problem. Do you actually trust my friends to judge fairly?"
"Um, well..."
"Of course you don't, which means we'll need to seek outside help," Pietro continued. "Fortunately, I know exactly where to go and who to ask."
"And this person will say yes?"
"Of course she will," Pietro smiled.
"No way."
"Come on, Rogue, it's the Flash!" Pietro pointed to his crimson clad counterpart.
"You may be enamored of a Superhero celebrity but I'm not. Heck, for the amount of people I've saved they should give me a plaque and make me an official superhero."
"Now, don't be jealous, Rogue."
"Jealous? As if. Besides, I've got more important things to do than watch you two make fools of yourselves. Go get Bobby to referee, or Jamie. Wait, forget Jamie, he's far too impressionable, despite the fact that he would have people to confer with to determine the win."
"I'm afraid we'll have to do just that if you don't help us out here."
The Flash looked uneasy, "We're resorting to blackmail?"
"Yes, we are," Pietro responded.
"Pietro, if you think that kid is enough to guilt trip me into doing this for you you're crazy."
"That's why I brought these."
Flash fingered the photos. "Where did you get those? I didn't see you get anything from the house."
"That's because you're slow."
Rogue looked them over. "What are those supposed to be?"
"Let's just say if your secret love saw these he might think differently of you."
"What!" Rogue quickly bent over to glance at the photos. I can't believe you managed to have a camera when I absorbed Sabertooth! I look hideous! Burn them! Burn them now, I can't let people see me like that ever again."
" So you'll help?"
"If it means getting these...and the negatives, then yes."
"Alright! Hi ho Silver away!"
"You're sure you want me to do this," Rogue questioned, bare hands poised next to each racer's face.
"Positive," Pietro replied. How else are you going to tell who reached the finish line first? And you have to absorb both of us because otherwise it wouldn't be fair."
Rogue debated in her mind for a moment. Was it really so bad if Remy did see her covered in fur? Yes...yes it would be. "Okay, boys, on the count of three...three!" Suddenly, thoughts of girls and speedy get-aways were spinning in her head. "Lord, I hate absorbing boys!" Rogue screeched. "Especially you," she pointed at Pietro before turning on Flash. "And you, you're just as bad."
"To the edge of town and back," Flash explained.
"I heard you the first time," Pietro replied.
"On your mark," Rogue prompted, feeling a bit antsy after absorbing the two of them. "Get set, Go!"
The two raced off and were back in what to the common man or mutant would seem like a mere couple seconds. For Rogue, who was jumped up on speedster, it seemed a lot longer. " Well?" Pietro looked at her for confirmation of his win. Rogue shook her head, " Flash came back a thousandth of a second sooner."
"You mean I win?" Flash's face lit up as he began a happy dance.
"He can't win, he can't! Because I know I'm ten times faster than him."
"Face it, Pietro," Rogue smirked, "You're just not that fast."
"But I am! I'm so fast I can run straight through walls!"
"What are you talking about," Flash asked, confused out of his reverie.
"I'm so fast my molecules can separate and I can therefore run through walls without disturbing anything."
"Pietro, I think you should seek some help," said Rogue.
"Ditto," Flash nodded.
"You only think it's impossible because you can't do it," Pietro continued, a crazy gleam taking it's place in his eyes. "Here, I'll prove it to you. I am faster than the Flash because I can run through walls!" With that Pietro did a quick bunny hop before racing towards the wall...and disappearing!
"Woah," Flash stood mesmerized.
"So he's not as crazy as he looks," Rogue conceded. "Hey, Pietro," she called. "You alright?"
In the blink of an eye Pietro reappeared on the outside of the Brotherhood Boarding House, having displaced his molecules a second time to come back the way he had gone. "Never better, especially now that I'm officially the fastest man alive," Pietro grinned. "Eat my dust."
"Hope none of your brain molecules got displaced," Rogue muttered.
"I heard that," Pietro called. "Now," he turned to his opponent, "I wish you to kiss the ground I walk on because I am indeed the fastest man alive."
"You wish," Flash spat. "You may be faster than me but don't think the time won't come when you'll be booted off your throne. And no, I will not kiss the ground you walk on, I'm out of here." He sped away but Pietro merely shrugged. "Bragging rights is bragging rights," he conceded. "TOAD! Come bow down to the fastest man alive!" Pietro called.
Rogue sighed and sped off. She didn't really want to see what Pietro would do now that he felt like top dog once again. After she thought about it she realized she really didn't care. As long as Pietro was happy, his mind didn't wander to the blackmail in his back pocket, and Rogue was safe, at least until Pietro's next hair-brained idea.