This is another slash between Logan and Warren because they are fun to experiment with. Rogue and Warren still kick ass, but Indigo likes this pairing, so…enjoy.

A Quiet Sipper

It was a very bittersweet feeling. Warren Worthington the Second was a very determined, persistent, smart man. He was also an ass. Warren Worthington the Third had no idea of how to feel, the day he got the phone call, the one that informed him that his father was dead. His father had spent so much time fighting against mutants that it was almost an insult that one killed him. Warren didn't know if he should care. If he should cry- or smile. His father had never accepted him, believed in him or shown any true affection for him- besides ordering him to run the company. Warren spent so much time trying to please his father; he didn't know who he was. He thought he'd escaped that world when he came to the Institute. Then so much commotion about the cure broke out- but the school was a safe haven.

His mother called and informed about the funeral, but he quietly informed her he wouldn't attend.

So on one hand- he was happy the old bastard was gone, but on the other, it was a shame that the times he had spent with him would be remembered in vein and he half-wished there was more time to get to know the guy, since he had actually created him.

Warren was lying on his bed, his wings folded tightly at his back; the wind sweeping over his bear chest, for the window was opened, the dark blue curtains blowing and the latch making a loud racket. He sighed and got up off the bed and walked lazily over to the window, gazing out at the setting sun. Warren jumped up onto the sill and looked down the two floors beneath him. He slipped off it with much grace, letting his wings emerge into a long span, the currents taking him high into the air.

He did a few dives, spins and laps across the sky and darted down towards the ground. He spotted the kitchen window open, the wind bringing it to life in a back and forth motion as well and he perfectly landed, hopping inside. He stood in the small room, glancing towards the door which opened into the dining hall. He walked to the cupboards and grabbed a cup and made some coffee. He liked it black.

He sat down at the counter by the window and sipped it quietly- he hated noisy sippers. He didn't even flinch when footsteps entered the room- he didn't feel like making small talk with some stupid kid who'd probably stand bragging about their gift for hours on end. He thought bitterly to himself, those stupid, no-good, damn fools- I hate them so mu…

His thoughts completely stopped when he saw who had entered.

It was him.

As thought it wasn't enough that his dad died, he had enormous wings sprouting from his back, he was considered a mutant freak, and usually felt extremely alone at the school- Warren had been dealing with other issues, such as the idea that he had bisexual interests.

It was something his father would have disapproved of, like he did pretty much everything, but you can't change how you feel, as much as you wish you could. And to top it off, Christmas was right around the corner.

He hadn't ever truly spoken to Logan- but he watched from afar. Admired from afar.

"Hey bird boy," Logan said, filling a mug with some left over coffee.

"I prefer Warren," the angel replied sharply.

"Fine, Warren," Logan said, flashing a small smile, in which case Warren almost died. Logan sat down next to him and sipped his drink, Warren was happy to see he was a quiet sipper.

"So how do ya like it here?" Logan asked.

"Storm's a bit of a stiff and I don't really know many people- well anybody, but I guess the landscape is nice…"

Logan laughed, a low beautiful laugh, Warren loved it so. Logan replied quietly, "I heard you lost your, eh, father."

"I guess, if you could call him that," Warren smirked.

"Kid, it's not good to live in your past, so if this guy, your dad, if he was…whatever he was, you should just forget it, and move on. That's what I do. When something's not working- I leave it behind me and leave."

"You can't always do that thought," Warren shot at him, "Because you can never get away from certain things."

"I guess. Maybe I just haven't come about such yet," Logan sighed.

"For example. If you're in love, you can't just forget it, because it might never go away…"

"Are you speaking from experience?" Logan asked quietly.

"Not sure yet," Warren said, almost a whisper, "But I plan to find out." Logan nodded and took a big gulp of his coffee.

"I should probably go, Storm wanted to do a few more danger sessions tonight," Logan said, heading for the door, "You should come."

"Yeah, I'm not really a social guy," Warren said shyly. Logan smiled again and left, with a wave of his hand.