A/N: Hey, this is just a little X-Men fluff with Angel/OC. I'm kinda filling in the gaps from the movie as I like Angel as a character and can see potential! And any excuse for a fluffly romance fic really!

Yup, don't own a thing. It all belongs to Marvel and great big Hollywood bosses. I'm just a fan that isn't making money from this, just making time pass instead!

I Don't See a Halo...

Prologue

"I'm sorry Dad. I'm so sorry."

Warren looked at his father as his sobs echoed around the bathroom. The bloody feathers and tissues lay scattered at his feet and the pain was almost unbearable. The look on his father's face said it all. Disappointment. Disgust. Disowned.

His father sighed heavily as if it was his burden instead of his young, misunderstood son's. "Clean this up Warren. Now."

Warren stifled another sob as his father turned his back on him and left. Warren bent and tried to scoop the feathers up in one go as if touching them would provoke regrowth. They were soft and light in his cupped hands and it was Warren's turn to feel ashamed, not at himself but what he had done to his gift.

Warren dumped the mess into the bathroom bin and looked at himself in the mirror, at his twelve year old body. He turned to see his bloody stumps and felt his stomach turn. He had failed himself, not his father.

All his young life he had been made to feel disgusting and unworthy, a severe disappointment to his family and to himself. Warren just longed to fit in and to not get attention anymore, especially for something he could not help despite his efforts.

Warren braced himself on the wash basin and screwed up his eyes tight, wishing for something else - a better life, an easier life. If he had wings like an Angel then why was God punishing him? Why didn't God answer his prayers?

He banged his fist down and glared up at his reflection, ready to smash the glass in the mirror.

"Warren? Your Dad said…Oh my God Warren! What have you done?"

Warren glanced suddenly at the doorway to see his childhood friend staring in horror at him.

"Evey, no! Don't look at me!" Warren yelled, feeling his tears coming back and struggling to push himself back against the wall of his bathroom so she couldn't see his deformity.

"Warren," Evey sighed sadly. "Why would you do this to yourself? You are beautiful."

Warren looked at her, his bottom lip quivering as she advanced toward him, stepping over discarded feathers as she went. She reached out her hand and laid it on his shoulder so she could ease his body from the wall.

"Oh Warren," She sighed again as the full sight of his damage became apparent.

"Please, don't touch me," Warren begged, his voice quivering. "They're disgusting. I'm ashamed you've seen me, what I really am. Please Evey, no."

Evangeline ignored him as she placed her hands over his stumps. She felt her energy pour into the back of her best friend and the newly sprouted feathers of his wings tickled her fingers before they inched down Warren's back once more until they reached his waist.

Warren turned to face his friend when he heard her give an audible sigh of exhaustion. His eyes were wide and penetrating as he looked hard at her.

"Evey, you? You…too?"

Evangeline met his eyes with her own and nodded slowly, unsure how he was going to react.

"Me too Warren, me too. Listen to me now, what we have, it's special. It's a gift that we can use to help people. Your wings are the most beautiful thing I've seen Warren so don't let anyone tell you different," She breathed, holding the tops of his arms hard.

"But, how long have you known? Your parents, what do they say?" Warren stammered.

"I think I've always known. My mum and dad, they don't know yet. It's something I can hide from them, unlike those things," Evey laughed, pointing at his wings. "Can I touch them?"

"You want to touch them?" Warren asked, taken aback. No-one had ever expressed interest in his gift, let alone wish to actually put their hands near them.

"Yeah. Are they soft?" Evey asked, still waiting for her friend's reply.

"Kinda," Warren shrugged. "Go ahead and touch if you really want to."

Evey stretched out her hand and cautiously ran her finger tips down the length of Warren's right wing. They were soft as silk and as light as air.

"Amazing," Evey exclaimed, now keeping her hands to herself. "You're like an Angel."

Warren scoffed bitterly.

"No, you are!" Evey argued, giving him a little shove.

"You're not going to tell anyone, are you?" Warren asked nervously.

"Are you going to tell anyone about me?" Evangeline asked seriously.

"No."

"Then neither am I. Secret's safe with me."

"Thanks Evey," Warren replied, grateful for his friend. They had been friends for years and he had no idea she was one, just like him. It was comforting.

"Just don't hack them off again, that was gross," Evangeline warned. "Do you wanna go play outside then?"

"Sure," Warren replied, picking up his t-shirt from the floor to sheath his wings. This time though, he did it because he wanted to instead of because he had to.