A/N: Okay yeah so I hope you enjoy this story, I though Archangel wasn't in the third movie nearly enough so I decided to write a fic about him hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: Wouldn't it be cool if I did own x-men then I would be all rich and get to see the movies being made but alas I don't Stan Lee does…lucky duck!

Chapter One

The wind teased Rory's hair. She looked bellow her as one of her boots worked itself of her foot. She had tears in her eyes.

"Please don't do this," She screamed up at him.

"I am sorry Roar but I have to, for your sake."

"No please no," She screamed feeling his grip loosening from her hand. Her other hand shot up and grabbed his forearm. She claws dug into his arm. He screamed and let go.

Rory wondered how she got herself into this. She had been walking along the Golden Gate Bridge with her boyfriend Derek. Last summer she had told him what she was…who she was. He hadn't spoken to her in a year until today.

He had showed up at her Grandmothers front door demanding to see her. She had been excited to hear from him and gone when he asked her to go for a walk with him. They had ended up on the Golden Gate Bridge looking out over the bay and Alcatraz. That was when he pushed her. She had twisted her self around and grabbed his hand.

Rory Fitzpatrick had been a normal preteen until, when she turned twelve, she started to change. Her mother died when she was two and had a pretty solid relationship with her father. One day after having an enormous fight with her best friend she came home crying. When she looked in the mirror she saw her eyes for the first time. Instead of the normal circular pupils they had become slits like her cats and what was once blue was now amber. She had screamed but her dad was at work.

Then her nails would grow when ever she was scared or upset, and then retract again when she calmed down. It was defiantly the tail and ears that scared her the most. She usually hid her tail under a long skirt and her cat like ears that were on the top of her head under a thick black hair band.

When her father found out about the real Rory he changed. He had driven her from their Las Vegas home to her grandmother (her mother's mother) and left her there. That was five years ago and now she was seventeen facing her doom.

"I am sorry," He whispered to her before letting go.

She was screaming…falling…She didn't want to die, she didn't deserve to die, she hadn't done anything wrong. She was a good person. People were looking over the edge at her. She closed her eyes tears falling off her face into the air when she hit something.

It wasn't cold or liquid so she opened her eyes. It was a guy, but that wasn't what shocked her, it was his wings.

"Hold on," He said to her. She threw her arms around his neck. He had one arm under her legs and the other around her shoulder.

When they touched down they were in a park. He gently placed her back on her feet and she was able to get a good look at him. He was around 5'9", with blonde hair and blue eyes; he had enormous white wings that were at least six feet for each wing. He folded them into his back when he caught Rory staring. He was in jeans and a tattered white shirt that had obviously ripped when he had extended his wings.

"Sorry," She said quickly, "And thank-you for saving my life." He glanced at her then the ground.

"It wasn't a problem." He turned and walked a few feet away and picked up a brown trench coat. It occurred to Rory that he had been walking through the park when he saw her fall.

"Wow you are a real live super man huh?"

He glanced at her, he was very shy, "Not really," He picked up a brown suit case and started to walk away.

"You shouldn't cover up your wings!" Rory yelled at his back, "They are beautiful," She said casually catching up with him.

"Glad you think so," He said staring at the pavement in front of him.

"You could have worse," She said casually. He stopped and looked at her.

"How do you figure that? I am a mutant!" She jumped at the sudden attack.

"Just there are worse gifts to have, that all," She shrugged. "You could have a tail," He looked at her. And slowly she unrolled her tail and brought it out from under her skirt. His eyes widened at the sight. "Hey! You are the one with the wings!" She said defensivly.

He looked at her face. "You're a…."

"I don't have eyes like this just for show ya know," She smiled at him and he could see her slightly larger eye teeth. He took a few steps closer to her.

"When did you find out?"

"When I was twelve," She said proudly. Rory was proud of her gift. It had taken her grandmother a long time to instill in her pride of who she was. "And that's not all." She said smiling as she dragged of the black hair band and showed him her ears. They stood up under her thick blonde hair that went to the low of her back.

She wasn't sure why he brought this out in her. She hadn't told anyone except family about her gift until she was at school. She was a student at Xavier's School. She had come home to help her grandmother bury an old friend of hers. Rory knew her grandmother would need her support.

"Why are you telling me this?" He asked her stepping even closer.

"I am not really sure, but I saw you fly over the city earlier today. When you….uh…left the Worthington Labs, I thought that was really brave, I know what it can be like, when people want you to do something you know is wrong."

"How did you know I was forced into it?"

"Not many people throw themselves out of buildings they are voluntarily in." He nodded. "Do you wanna grab a coffee or something?" He looked at her, "I mean it is the least I can do, you did save my life."

He nodded slowly, "Alright,"

"Great, I am Rory Fitzpatrick by the way." She held out her hand and he took it.

"Nice to meet you Rory, I am Warren Worthington the 3rd." She stared at him a minute.

"Wow, you really were being forced into the cure weren't you?"

"Why don't we get that coffee?" Rory nodded.

"Let's,"