Rogue's Angel
*Sequel to On Angel's Wings"
-In the months that past after Rogue's death, the Xavier Institute and its inhabitants find themselves under intense scrutiny from the government. With Warren Worthington the Second dead and the human population helpless against the mutant "uprising", is it any wonder that Creed, an anti-mutant activist, seems to be gaining political ground against the fight towards mutants? With Apocalypse still roaming the Earth, the X-men have more to worry about than a couple of frightened humans. Especially when a mutant is found, a mutant rumored to be able to steal the very essence of your soul when touched, and the X-men are shocked to discover it is their very own Rogue.
But, something's wrong...terribly, terribly wrong.
There was something serene about winter.
Warren chuckled, letting go of the small thought even before he let it form fully.
Of course there was something serene about Winter. Everything died in the season, losing their grip on life even though they only lived for a short 3 seasons.
Death was something he was used to.
He turned away from the window, ignoring the everyday hustle and bustle of the mansion around him. Now that he was one of the leaders, Logan and Ororo sharing the other two thirds of the responsibility, he had more to worry about than the others.
He was responsible for so many more lives.
Out of habit he turned towards the direction of the grave he knew was seated at the edge of the woods, the headstone that stood alone against the cold wind.
Now that Scott, Jean and Charles were back, there was really no reason to keep their gravesites up. It had been odd to dig up the 3 caskets only to find them empty when they were opened. They had known, especially since the three bodies were sitting in the infirmary, but it had still been a shock.
The dead could come back.
He shook his head slightly, letting go of that thought too.
Not everything dead came back.
He continued through the mansion, noting the repairs that were taking place, stopping every so often to check on the progress of some projects. He let his mind wander, remembering the way the mansion had been before the attack more than 3 months ago
How much things seemed to have changed.
He supposed it was only fitting for the human population to be scared. They had only gotten a part of the real story, a part that had no doubt been over exaggerated and now they were armoring themselves for a war.
A war that was inevitable, and, a war that was the last thing on all of their minds.
Apocalypse was still out there.
Warren resisted the urge to curse or throw a fit, knowing it was useless. Nothing changed just because you break something or shatter something. Apocalypse would still be out there, and Rogue would still be dead.
He closed his eyes, swallowing slowly.
Rogue.
He promised himself that he would stop saying that name, otherwise he would go insane.
Not that he wasn't already there.
"Warren!"
He remained silent, lost in his own thoughts as he continued to walk through the mansion.
"Warren! Warren!"
He turned in time to let out a shout before his arms opened up, catching a speeding Jubilee in his arms. He bent over, trying to catch her eyes as she struggled to catch her breath.
"What?" He asked, jostling her a bit. She sucked in a breath, holding out a finger as she tried to speak. When nothing came out but a wheeze, Warren let out a frustrated sigh.
"Jubilee, I have no time to play games—,"
"No! No-No-No g-g-game! Ah!" she let out a breath before grabbing his arms, tugging him along behind her as she began to run.
"Jubilee! Stop!" Warren shouted, trying to resist. But at the moment, Jubilee was stronger.
He let her take him, only grumbling about the time being wasted.
He didn't see the tall figure at the open doors, instead choosing to look around the mansion to see if there was any defects in the construction.
He didn't notice the hush that fell across the mansion, all the nearby inhabitants stopping their activities as everyone stared.
"Warren!" Jubilee shouted, and in exasperation he turned to shout at her, "What?"
The brown eyes were wide, her hand twitching towards the side.
Warren followed the direction of the twitch, finally looking at the figure standing in the door. He let his blue gaze trail up the slim legs, flare of hips, tiny waist and slim neck before he saw the familiar tawny eyes.
Warren's mouth gaped open, everything in the world stopping as he stared.
"Um, is this Xavier's Institute for the gifted?" the guest asked, flipping her white strands to the side as her brown hair feel gently over her shoulder.
He reached forward towards the girl, not being able to believe.
It couldn't be.
He felt his heart sink and his mind scramble when his hand went through her, her face stuck in the same smile she had always had.
He let out a growl, his other hand reaching forward to try and pull the young woman to his side.
"Rogue!" he shouted, taking a step forward.
She began to fade, her image distorting as his mind began to piece together the strange events happening. The people around him began to shift, faces blurring together as he let out another shout.
X
Warren's eyes snapped open, heart hammering loudly against his chest as he bolted up into a sitting position.
The full moon outside the open window was still high in the sky, telling him that it wasn't anywhere near morning. He let out a groan when he glanced at the clock, falling back among the pillows with a tired sigh.
He wanted the dreams to stop.
If not for his sanity, than at least for a good night's sleep. He had yet to have a good night's sleep in 3 months, every night filled with dreams of the one he lost.
He laid in bed, thinking about her, believing he could still smell her in the room. What would life had been like if she had lived? Would they have gotten married?
Warren smiled, already picturing the scene in his head.
She would've worn white, nothing else would've been as beautiful on her. It wouldn't have been a big wedding. He couldn't think of anyone she would've wanted there except for the X-men and he couldn't think of anyone else he would've wanted there except for her.
So, a small wedding.
It would've been in the mansion, after the renovations of course. They would've all been gathered in the living room, looking up at the music began to play. She would walk down the stairs with the smile on her face that he knew he would never get tired of seeing. She would let the Professor give her away, after all, who had been more like a father to her than him?
She would come down the aisle towards him and even now, he felt the nervous butterflies in his chest. She would walk slowly up to him and with shaking hands he would lift the veil. He would see those gorgeous whiskey-colored eyes and get lost in them…
With a growl he sat back up, swinging his feet over the edge of the bed until they hit the cold wooden floor.
If he kept this up, he would drive himself insane.
He ran a hand raggedly through his short, tousled blonde hair, closing his eyes as he ran his hands over his face in the same motion.
How long was it going to last? Would he be thinking about her every day of his life, never being to move on and just stuck in what could've been? Was he cursed to never forget her laugh, or the way she smelled or the way she smiled?
What if he never forgot the way she died?
With a sigh he stood up slowly, reaching for a shirt off the edge of his desk. He threw it over his head, opting to go out in his boxers.
He needed a drink.
The wood creaked under his feet but he ignored the noise it made, not caring if he woke the Bobby.
Since the mansion was being renovated, a lot of the rooms were doubled, or in some cases tripled, with mutants. He shared a room with Bobby and considered himself fortunate that Bobby was the only one who he was sharing a room with.
Not like the poor bastard Logan who was stuck with David and Lonnie.
Speak of the devil Warren thought when he opened the kitchen door and found Logan there already nursing a warm beer.
The older mutant glanced up and Warren gave a small salute as he walked over to the fridge.
"Don't bother, this was the last one." Logan said with the ghost of a smile on his lips, holding up the beer bottle before taking a large gulp.
Warren only let out another sigh, figuring it was just his luck that Logan beat him to the last beer by mere minutes. Warren turned, bending to rest his arms on the counter and pinning Logan with his blue gaze.
"What's the rule with the beer?"
"Rule?" Logan asked, throwing back another gulp.
"Come on man, you're the one who made it. The rule where the one to take the last beer has to pay for another one."
"Oh, that rule? Yeah, I forgot to add something. It doesn't apply to me." Logan said with a grin. Warren didn't think about how the grin failed to reach the older man's eyes.
No one's smile did anymore.
Instead, he opted to roll his own blue ones before standing back up fully.
"There a reason you're awake?" he asked, stifling his own yawn.
"Firecracker and Sleeper won't stop snoring." Logan sneered, referring to Lonnie and David. He took another swing of beer and didn't protest when Warren took it out of his hands, knocking back a gulp before shoving it back into Logan's hands.
"Bobby is quiet sleeper." Warren bragged, earning a searing look from the Wolverine.
"I'll ignore that. So, what's your story?" Logan asked, taking another swing. He watched the blue eyes darken before Warren answered shortly.
"Bad dreams."
Logan nodded, standing up from the stool as he slid the bottle over the table to Warren. "Don't stay up too late, kid. Big day tomorrow."
Logan walked out, leaving a quiet and contemplating Warren behind.
It was a full minute before she appeared.
She always did.
Maybe that was why he couldn't let go of her. He still saw her, still spoke to her and still felt her every day.
He turned when the saw the faint glow near the stove, waiting for the familiar form to appear.
She smiled when she saw him and Warren felt himself getting lost in the tawny depths of her eyes.
"Hello Warren."
Happy Early Birthday to "A Fan" :D (Who's b-day is on the 14th of April)
I actually have been meaning to get this chapter up, but been so busy lately with school and work and everything.
Soooooo, here it is! "Rogue's Angel, Chapter 1: Dreams"
I don't know how long it's going to be before i update it (i am being truthful, so sorry .) but school does officially end for me on the 23rd of April, so be expecting new chapters around then :D)
until then, much love, and don't forget to check out my other stories!