This fanfiction will be coming to a close soon, within the next chapter. I'm kinda sad, because I really liked this story, but maybe I'll get inspired and write a sequel? Anyways review and :D smile.

Getting Better

Warren slowly got better as the weeks passed, and the two of them secretly planned their escape, their departure as soon as he was better. Rogue wanted to wait until his wings had grown back, and they were indeed growing fast. Everything seemed to be better. Warren continued to receive his injections, and kisses from Rogue, which to Hank's disinterest sometimes became more of makeout sessions. Kitty had disappeared, to Rogue's liking, and Warren's leg was almost good enough to where the injection every day wasn't necessary. Hank said maybe a few more days. The days passed much too quickly for the two in love, and they were both surprised one day, when Hank entered the room.

"You are done, my friend," he announced.

Rogue raised an eyebrow, "With…?"

"Warren's leg is much healthier now. I'm afraid he may never quite have the feeling back in it, and might possibly need a crutch, or helping hand, but he may get up whenever he feels necessary, and walk, with assistance."

"So, no more medical treatment?" Rogue asked, squeezing Warren's hand.

"Not for Warren," Hank sighed, proud of himself. Hank quietly left the room and the two sat in silence for a moment.

"Tonight?" Rogue asked. Warren smiled. He knew what she was talking about.

"Who's telling Storm?" Warren asked.

"I will," Rogue sighed, "But first, we should take a stroll around the gardens, think?"

He nodded. Rogue gently helped him up, and supported his leg, by getting him to lean on her. It was harder then they'd imagined, but neither seemed to notice as they walked down the hall, gazing into each other's eyes.

Rogue held on tight, and Warren managed to only stumble once, with help. Rogue could tell he was ecstatic to be up, out of bed.

When they got outside, they picked the perfect spot and laid down in the grass. Warren starred absently up at the sky.

"I see a dog."

Rogue smiled, "I see a heart."

"Who's heart?" Warren whispered.

"Yours," Rogue murmured, "That's why it's in the sky. It's the heart of an angel, sitting in the clouds."

"And where's your heart?" Warren asked.

"You tell me," Rogue said, "You're the one who has it." Warren leaned in and pressed his lips to hers.

"How's it going?" a voice asked from a view feet away. They both pulled away and focused their eyes on the woman standing there.

"Hey Storm," Rogue stood up, "Everything's fine."

"Hank said you two had disappeared out here. I don't want to disturb you, I was just wondering if Warren felt better."

"I do," Warren confirmed.

"And actually, I need to talk to you for a second," Rogue said, grabbing Storm's arm and gently pulling her around the corner.

"Yes?" Storm asked.

"Warren and I want to leave. It's not that we don't love it here, but it's our time to go out on our own and see the world. Just be together, without interruptions."

"How will you take care of him? Pay rent?" Storm asked, trying to be helpful not disproving.

"Warren has enough money to support us. And I've been the one taking care of him for the past while, only me really, now that we don't need the daily injection from Hank. It's just our time, Storm."

"Alright Rogue," Storm sighed, "Just make sure you say your goodbyes."

"Thanks Storm," Rogue whispered, giving her a brief hug, then running off to Warren to tell him the good news.