I own nothing of the X-men. Just a really big fan! :D

This is set after X-3 and is a Marie/Warren, Rogue/Angel fanfic.

The x-men must race to save their future as Apocalypse arises. The cure had ended up mutating Rogue's powers, not curing them like she originally thought. Now, instead of not being able to touch, if Rogue even gets near another person, her powers will take effect. The only person even able to get close to her is the handsome yet infuriating Warren Worthington, or Angel as they call him. As much as they dislike each other, both of them can't deny the feelings growing between them, or the fact that they both might need each other to stop Apocalypse. Can they learn to love in time to save the world?

She shifted in the chair, pain radiating through her body as she stared at the young man in front of her. His eyes rolled back in his head, the blue disappearing as white took over. She felt the ice coat her hands, the temperature drop as palpable as her fear. "Rogue." She heard the Professor dimly in her and her fear dropped a bit. He was helping her control it.

Her powers.

It wasn't possible. She stared down at her hands, the phrase repeating in her head over and over. She had taken the cure. She was normal!

Bobby shifted, his unconscious body finally waking up. She jerked and scooted back until her back hit the wall. She curled into a ball, Bobby's memories and feelings still running through her at more than 100 miles an hour. She closed her eyes, the tears still spilling over the edge as she heard Bobby let out a groan, his clothes rustling as his body moved.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." she whispered over and over, trying to separate herself from Bobby's personality. Her white hair fell forward, covering her face as she continued to rock, repeating the same phrase. "Rogue?" Bobby's voice radiated through his quiet room. "Rogue?" He repeated, his head turning as he tried to find her. She opened her brown eyes, lifting her head a bit to watch him. "Rogue, where-""I am here." she whispered, her eyes haunted as she continued staring at him. He turned towards her, and she saw his pale face contort in confusion. "What just happened-"

"My powers." She whispered again and this time her eyes widened when Bobby came near her. "Your powers?" he asked, as he continued walking. It was when he was a couple of feet away that his body crumpled, the blue eyes rolling back in his head,.

She let out a scream as the memories swamped her, ice coating the floor.

She kicked the chair back, the wheels rolling her farther away as she began distancing herself from Bobby as another horde of his memories swamped her. She had had enough of him in her head.

Her cynical eyes assessed him as the Professor cleared his throat, watching her ex-boyfriend as his body fought for control.

Ex-boyfriend.

How weird that sounded now.

That kid was a bigger liar if there ever was one. She scoffed as she heard his words in her heads, the words that told her he loved her the way she was. Well, that had obviously changed with her powers came back with a vengeance. She stared down at her hands again, this time just hating herself.

The Professor cleared his throat again and she looked up, her cynical eyes once again scanning the Iceboy.

"He's ok?" she asked, nodding her head towards Bobby. The professor nodded before leaning back in his wheelchair. He stared at her thoughtfully before speaking. "Does this happen with everyone?"

She nodded her head. "I can't get near anyone without…this happening." she answered, hovering her hands over her body. "And you think this is the result of taking this cure?"

"I know it is. My powers are supposed to be gone! Completely gone!" she shouted, jumping up from the couch before pacing around the room. "That was the point of taking the dumb thing! I am supposed to be able to touch!" She sighed heavily, looking around the room. "I don't get it." She mutter, flopping back down on the couch, keeping a safe distance away from The Professor and Bobby. She placed her head in her hands and sighed again before asking, "Now what?"

"We can work with this, teach you how to control it." she heard him mutter and scoffed. "We couldn't work with it before, we probably can't work with it right now." She murmured. A knock on the door had her lifting her head, turning it as Logan stepped in. He eyed her warily, not taking a step closer. He saw Bobby and sighed, rolling his shoulders as he spoke. "You did it to him again, Rogue?" he asked and she rolled her eyes, cynical as always. "He's going to be fine." she muttered standing up. The Professor spoke again and she ignored him as she continued out.

Logan backed up, keeping a safe distance from her, and stopped her with his voice. "Rogue…who were you talking to?" he asked, glancing around the empty room looking for someone else other than the sleeping Bobby. She turned and stared at the chair the Professor used to occupy, feeling him in her mind even though he wasn't there physically. "No one." she said, continuing out.

X

"Don't you ever get tired of people always avoiding you?" Scott asked, and she closed her eyes as she felt the wind caress her face, the bench comfortable under her weight. "Not really." she muttered, staring at him as he sat next her. "Channeling us is not going to help you." he murmured, sighing as he rolled his blue eyes. "Yeah? Well, speaking to dead people in my head is a lot better than watching as everyone anxiously awaits my next 'victim'." she said, creating air quotes with her hand.

Scott leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees. "It's been almost two weeks since your powers came back. Tapping into our memories and our powers aren't helping your social state." he told her and her eyes slid over to stare at her imaginary Scott. "I can pull out Jean, you know." she said, watching as he faded. He rolled his blue eyes again before he disappeared, the sting behind her eyes reminding her of who she just summoned.

She sat alone, her gloves gone. She would've killed to have her gloves on, because then at least she could get close to people. She stared down at her body again. How do you get rid of a shield around you that sucked everyone dry?

She glanced up when she saw something move and felt her heart dropped as she watched him move across the lawn.

She sneered, hating the stupid loops her heart did as Warren shifted, his white wings almost heavenly as they shone against the sun. She stood up, trying to ignore him as he stretched his wings. She began walking, her long legs taking her farther and farther away from the man who constantly interrupted her peace.

"Stupid egotistic bastard." She muttered, her mind running with images of all the women Warren constantly brought home with him. He had money and he flaunted it. It didn't matter if his father was the strongest anti-mutant activist or not, Warren knew how to steal the spotlight from the man, and he did it well.

She growled, hating the way her heart flipped when she heard his voice as it cajoled a bird. It was the same voice she had always heard him use when he stood outside her door, seducing another woman. They were all stupid anyway. Wanting nothing but his money.

"He's not that bad looking." Jean whispered, her body jogging as it tried to keep up with Rogue. "He's Warren Worthington, he's as bad as the rich boys come." Rogue answered, slowing down so the redhead didn't have to run. "I think there's more to him then you think."

"Right." Rogue scoffed, hating that her peace and quiet had been disturbed by him. "He's here for a couple of months and suddenly, he's helping Ororo run the damn mansion." She grumbled, stopping as she reached the fountain in the front of the mansion. She stared at the statue, the wings reminding her of the idiot out back.

Jean had faded a long time ago and Rogue was alone once again. She sat down on the edge of the fountain, sighing as she felt peace envelope her once again. "He's not that bad looking." Rogue finally agreed, staring at her wavy reflection. "He's just really, really dangerous."

And, ladies and gentlemen (?), it begins :D