Oh my god I'm writing a fic AND IT AIN'T ABOUT JACK SPICER!!

Toad has to be my fav character next to jack they're both under dogs and are great for angst stories!!

So here's my first story on Toad sorry if I get some facts wrong I haven't seen the show for like over a year!! I've been trying to find someone to do this for me but I'm going to do one myself! The story is that Toad is feeling a bit sick but it gets worse and worse and he doesn't know what's happening…

Chapter one: another day another bruise…

Mystique was gone and the brotherhood was short on both cash and food, and having people like Fred or 'Blob' and Pietro or 'Quicksilver' wasn't good either; one was a mountain of a person the other had a blooming fast metabolism. So the Brotherhood made an agreement the food would be shared equally but to make sure everyone else got big enough rations Toad had to either get his own or eat bugs. The logic behind this was Toad was small and could catch his own dinner while the others couldn't.

Thus this is why we find Toad in a dumpster looking for his tea, he grumbled as he did and every now an again an empty can would be tossed out and clatter to the floor.

"You can catch ya own dinner!" he grumbled as he mimicked what Lance had told him, "you like this sort of thing!" he then growled and threw out another empty can after an unfruitful search.

"Dude just cos I can doesn't mean I wanna!" he yelled to no one in particular "When I came to this group I was promised three square meals a day and a roof over my head yo'!" he then looked into a greasy box and then tossed it over his shoulder.

"Times like this I think I was better off on the streets!" he hopped out of the dumpster and peeled a manky black banana peel off his shoulder. "Next stop Bayville High yo; maybe they have some good eats!"

And indeed he did, his quest to find a tea resulted in an half empty bag of chips and a half-eaten burger, which was nicely finished off with a couple of flies and a cockroach he found in the bin with the burger. He took his goods and crouched on top of a bin in the alleyway eating his tea.

Just then Duncan and his cronies walked past and he looked as he saw a whole sandwich and a donut poking out of one their bags, he licked his lips and crept closer.

He snap out his tongue and grabbed the donut and savoured the taste of fresh food in his mouth, however it didn't last long because Duncan saw Toad steal the donut and had slammed him into the wall.

"What the hell do you think you're doing freak?" he snarled.

"Sorry a guys gotta eat!" Toad said "And it's not like you need it!" one of Duncan friends grinned darkly and rummaged in his bag to bring out a bottle.

"Hey Duncan I got an idea, one of my friends from outta town told me this stuff was like poison to mutant scum like him, wanna see if he shrivels up or something?"

"Power8? Didn't they take that off the shelves?" another asked.

"Yeah but my mate bought a whole crate before it was taken away, he gave me some!" he popped off the cap and Duncan and his friends pinned Toad to the wall and forced his mouth open.

"Hey what the heck do ya think ya doing…yuk!" he said as he forced fed the stuff, one of them shoved his hand over Toad's mouth and nose so he had no choice but to swallow it. He gasped and kicked them away before they can give another dose, just before he got away Duncan poured the rest over Toad's head and laughed as he coughed and spluttered.

"Yeah pesticide on the pest!" he laughed as Toad belted down the street.

Toad ran home half expecting himself to keel over any minute, he ran in and slammed the door shut panting. Lance walked in and looked at him in a mix of shock and disgust.

"Toad what the hell happened to you?"

"Duncan happened yo!" Toad wheezed he looked up worried "Hey Lance whadda know about this Power8 stuff?"

"Isn't that drink that came off the line?"

"Yeah do ya know why?"

"No…wait why do you want to know?"

"Cos I was just force fed the stuff and doused in it, they said Power8 was like poison to mutants!" Pietro stuck his head in and laughed as the soggy sight of Toad.

"Dude you looked drenched!"

"Hey Pietro isn't the Power8 stuff off the shelves?" Lance asked.

"Yeah why?"

"Toad was a guinea pig for Duncan and his cronies he said they force fed him the stuff" Lance explained. Pietro mocked a shocked face and then sped to Toad's side.

"Oh no! You drank it? Quick Lance get a shoe box and umbrella he might explode at any minute!"

"WHAT!" Toad yelped "This stuff can make me explode?!"

"Didn't you hear what happened to Evans? He drank that stuff and now he's living with the Morlocks cos he's stuck in permanent porcupine mode!" he laughed as he walked away "God knows what's gonna happened to someone like you!" Lance punched him on the shoulder.

"Knock it off you're scaring him!" Lance growled he looked to see Toad hugging himself and was trembling and shaking as he stared at the floor. "Hey don't worry about it; if something was going to happen to you it would have happened by now right?"

"Y…yeah you're right" he muttered and then Lance patted him the back.

"There you see? Best get cleaned up though okay?" he smiled and Toad nodded and went upstairs.

Toad stood in the shower feeling the relief as the sticky substance was washed away, he washed his hair and then got out he looked at the steamed mirror and rubbed his clean…his eyes looked weird they were dark and blood red…he rubbed his face and then looked again to see they were normal slime coloured again. He shook his head and got ready for bed, as he did he saw his arms were bruised and neck looked sore. He touched the bruises tenderly and sighed.

"Another day…another bruise on the Toad"

He went to his room which was a mess and he clambered into his hammock that hung in between the four poster bed, he smiled as he remembered why he got it.

Flash back

As a kid off the street he wasn't used to having a soft bed and he found it hard to sleep on, Fred had came in one night and saw Toad curling up on his blanket in the corner of the floor getting ready to sleep.

"Why ya doing that?" he had asked "You got a perfectly good bed"

"Yeah but I ain't used to it yo, I've been sleeping on the streets as long as I can remember, a soft bed like that…I don't know…don't feel right" he explained, Fred smiled and tore off the bed sheet on the mattress and tied one end to the bottom left pole of the bed and the other or the top right so it hung above the mattress.

"My dad showed me how to do this at the motor fest I used to work in" Fred said as Toad watched, he hopped over it and looked at it. Fred then grabbed him and plonked him in it, he snuggled in and smiled.

"Not to hard…not to soft…neat!" he had grinned but froze when Fred went to get his blanket.

"No wait I'll…" he cried but it was too late when Fred had lifted it up and an old tattered plush frog toy plopped out and Toad went red in shame. Fred picked it up and looked at it.

"This yours?" he asked.

"Yeah…go ahead, mock at will" he said sadly but Fred smiled and handed it to him.

"What's wrong with having a comfort toy? Everyone needs something for comfort" he said "I used to have a blanket but I out-grew it"

"You didn't need it anymore?"

"Nah I out-grew it now it's like a hanky compared to me" he said and took out a small light blue cloth of his pocket and showed him "see?"

"I won't tell if you won't" Toad laughed.

"Deal!"

Back to present

Toad smiled and leapt into it, fishing out his frog toy from the top of the poster bed and hugged it as he settled back into bed, he shivered and what Pietro said caught up with him.

"Didn't you hear what happened to Evans? He drank that stuff and now he's living with the Morlocks cos he's stuck in permanent porcupine mode!" he laughed as he walked away "God knows what's gonna happened to someone like you!"

What was going to happen to him? He wondered he suddenly felt cold and shivered as he snuggled deeper into his blanket.