Summary: The entire X-Mansion is brought to a fair, Except Roberto Da Costa, Who injured his leg in training the previous day and is forced to stay home and get well By Professor X. Oneshot Cannonspot, R&R.

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Every one of the large hall's of the mansion were empty, there was no one watching televison, no on in the kitchen, and the only living thing in the place at the moment was a Brazilian teen, laying on his bed, staring out the window at the lonely driveway.

He let out a bored sigh and ran a hand through his curly, black hair before turning his gaze away from the window and over to the stereo. He had Fort Minor In Stereo blasting through the speakers and was trying to break the record for loudest music every played in the mansion, But with no one there to tell him to turn it down or if it was louder than Ray's, The goal was pretty pointless. The speakers were vibrating from all of the sound they were set to blast and he was surprised not more then a few pencils had fallen off of his dresser. He figured, if anyone was home, they could hear it from the fory, But he wasn't about to get up and check.

His head bobbed up and down to the beat of the music and his fingers drummed softly on his stomach. He had turned the music on only to drown out the eery silence of the place. With everyone gone the place was like the house in Rose Red, Or the Grudge. Which he had never actually seen, But had heard horror story's from the other new recruit's about them. It was nearly ten thirty and no one was back yet, which wasn't that surprising... Considering it was one of the few fairs Bayville actually held, and it, practically, went on until everyone left. There would be another one around Christmas, But that was a ways off. He couldn't believe he broke his leg the day before it... At this thought, His brown eyes left his stereo and traveled down to stare at his cast. It went all the way up his calve and stopped three inches over his knee, Which made it considerably hard to walk.

The neon orange tape-type-stuff around his leg was littered with doodles and notes from other mutants.

'Bang Thud Snap Crunch, Wo7fzban3'

'Klutzzz, Jamie'

'If you had been using your brain this wouldn't have happened ;), Ray'

'Sorry, get better soon, Sam'

'At least you didn't land on your face, Jubilee'

'Buy a watch, )Amara('

'HARDY HARDY HOO!!!, Iceman'

Roberto rolled his eyes as he read off a few more and sighed. He made one mistake.. One! And this is what he got? Sam had been telling him that they just deflated his ego and that's why he was so pissed at them, But it was really the FACT that he never made fun of them when they—...

His thoughts came to a screeching halt and he blinked a few times as he realized he did the same thing back to them... "Huh.." He observed aloud and shrugged the thought off as he wrapped one hand around his leg and sild it off the bed. Before he stood up, he leaned to one side so all of his weight landed on his living, useful foot. He took a few limping steps, with the help of his head ad foot board, and reached his dresser. He hit the eject button on the CD player and took his CD out, slipping it back into his CD case he browsed through his CD's before sighing and tossing the CD case across the room. He had nothing to listen too.. He had heard it all before.. In face several hundred times, So why listen to it again? Why not just.. His eyes darted around the room before they landed on a small rectangular thing sitting on Sam's bed. Watch televison. He limped over to Sam's bed and picked up the remote, and deciding his bed was too far away he plopped down onto Sam's. Sitting on the southerners pillow and pressing the on button on the remote. He skimmed through some channels until he found one he had never heard of before.. Nickjunior? Maybe it was the host's name. He selected the channel and sighed, a commercial. Just his luck.

As the commercials passed by he took note of how many toy and diaper advertisement's played on this channel... Maybe it was just what they played at this time of night.. The screen flashed and a hamster, Turtle and a duck.. Chicken... Thing.. Appeared on the screen. "What the hell.." He let out and his eyebrows knitted together in confusion as all three of the small animals began to dance and sing as they ran around the screen.

"Wonder Pets! Wonder Pets! We're on our way! To help a baby chimp And save the day." The scarey little animals sang and Roberto attempted to change the channel. He didn't know what kind of a sick channel this was, but it was getting on his nerves.. And that song.. IT WAS GETTING STUCK IN HIS HEAD! He continually hit the off button, but it wasn't working! And a little light at the top of the remote was blinking. Daaanng...

"We're not too big and we're not too strong, But when we work together we've got the right stuff!" The animals taunted him as he tossed the remote across the room. It wasn't any good anyway, broke all the time. He glanced around for something to throw at the disgusting little creatures on the screen, but after not finding anything he looked down at his foot.. Perfect...

"Gooooooooooo Wonder Pets! Yaaaaaaaa-!" Their shrill voices blinked off as Roberto's shoe flew across the room and smashed into the TV, hitting the power button, as well as the volume and the channel button.. But that didn't matter. They were gone. He let out a long sigh of relief and pulled Sam's pillow out from under his butt, slamming it into his face, expecting a nice, soft, forum to just breath into.. But instead his nose slammed into something hard. He yelped and dropped the pillow bringing his hand's up to cover his nose.. "Dammit! The f-" He let out and looked down at the pillow, his eyebrows narrowed and his aching nose still hidden under his hands. Just now taking note of a small lump in the pillow. "What does he keep in here? Bricks?" he said sourly to himself and released his nose, tipping the pillow upside down and shaking it until a small black CD case fell out.

"Well, well, well, What do we have here.." He said and a grin spread across the teen's features. So Sam had a secret CD case.. He always wondered how that kid was always listening to his headphones if he didn't have a CD case... He picked the pillow back up and set it behind him, his brown eyes never leaving the CD case.. He shouldn't look... After all if Sam had wanted it to be hidden.. He probably had some pretty juicy blackmail-Uh-pretty secret music.. In.. There.. "What to do, What to do..." He said and trailed off, looking from the window to the door, across the room, before looking back at the CD case and unsnapping the latch on the side of it. Sam owed him. After all, it was partly his fault his leg was broken.