Author's Note: I feel that the beginning is a little bipolar. Please tell me what you think! Also, thanks for your patience in the power outage. The power was out for 10 straight days and the internet was down for another 3! Read and Review!

When I woke up, I was on a stretcher and being pushed down the underground hallways. Logan was holding my hand, walking beside me. We were approaching the double doors that led to the infirmary.

"No!" I yelled. "I'm not going in there. You can't make me!" I struggled to get up, but Logan stopped me with a firm hand on my chest. He spoke softly," Maggie, please…don't."

I snapped at him. "I can take care of myself!"

That set Logan off. He grabbed me by the shoulders and looked me in the eye. "Listen! When will you get it through your thick adamantium skull that you can't do this all by yourself!

I stopped struggling and they wheeled me into the lab. Jean helped me onto a bed. I watched every machine and needle with a nervous eye. They couldn't do this to me, not again. Just when I was beginning to panic, Kurt and Warren burst through the door. They were breathing hard, as if they had jus ran across the entire school campus. They probably had.

"Oh my god, Maggie, What happened? Are you all right?" Questions poured out of the frantic boy. Kurt put a hand on his shoulder.

"Dude, chill. Your wings are turning blue." The blue boy said. The Professor explained to him about Deadpool and the attack. Warren took a deep breath and walked over to my bed. I took his hand. "I'm fine." I lied.

"No, you're not."

I turned to see Jean with a needle in her hand. My grip tightened on Warren's hand and my heartbeat sped up. I grinded my teeth against one another, flexing my jaw. "You're not sticking me with that… thing." I said, as if I couldn't think of a worse word.

"It's not going to hurt." She said.

I shook my head, now furious. "Listen, you red haired brat, you are not injecting me with anything. Not now, not-"

Jean pushed the needle in my arm, with no hesitation or warning. I pressed the back of my head hard into the pillow, bracing the memories of all the lab tests and examinations that swarmed into my mind. I squeezed my eyes shut, as if I could erase all the pain. The thick red liquid flowed into my veins. NO! This can't be happening again! The hyper reflexes from the fight returned and I was reborn.

The anger was my energy and it fueled me. My breathing became erratic and deeper as my fury spread. Blackness edged at the corner of my eyes. My body shook and thrashed about. How dare she put that thing inside me! I was going to kill her, rip her head off, anything to make it stop. A million ways of killing Jean flowed freely through my head. I prepared to attack but one thing stopped me.

In all this chaos, Warren was standing beside me. He leaned down and pressed his cheek against mine, whispering into my ear. "Come back to me."

His words meant everything to me. They penetrated the darkness that was clouding my mind. Those simple words sent me into an imaginary fantasy. I was in a golden field. The air around me was peaceful. The sky was the perfect shade of blue, just like Warren's eyes. The Angel wrapped his hands around my waist as we stared into each other's souls. There was no Deadpool. There was no pain and no anguish. Our past didn't matter. Words echoed in my ears. "Come back to me."

I opened my eyes and Warren was there, waiting for me. The last of the injection entered my body. The wound in my gut slowly closed over and healed before my eyes. Logan got up from his chair and patted me on the shoulder.

"My blood does wonders…" He said. I chuckled as Logan left the room. The boy with the staff stood up and spoke to The Professor. "I'll assume dat my usual quarters are ready, sir?"

"Yes, Remy.' The Professor said, " And I'll be assuming that the French courses will begin in the morning?"

"Of course, sir. Much obliged, as always." Remy said. With a nod, he left to his room. Throughout the night, the teachers all left, leaving me with Kurt and Warren. We all fell asleep together on the bed. It was the best moment of my life.

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