"It's called Projection."

"It's called a Pain In My Ass." she muttered, zipping up her jacket against the cold winter wind. She let out a breath, watching as it puffed in the air before disappearing. She glanced over at the Angelic man, his gloved hand raised as he tried to catch a snowflake. His face was gentle, calmer than she'd seen it lately and there was a small smile on his lips.

She scoffed.

"Don't get too comfortable, hun, I still don't like you." she said and watched as he laughed. "It's only been a couple of days. I doubt even with my illustrious charms I could get you to like me in that amount of time." he said and she let silence be her answer as she stepped forward. Resting her hands lightly on the wood, she glanced out at the white lawn, leaning forward as she let out a breath. She watched it puff in the air once more before she spoke.

"So, Projection you said? How's it work?"

She heard him let out a sigh and turned to rest her elbows on the railing as she looked at him. He was mirroring her earlier pose, staring out at the white landscape as he squinted against the rays of the cold sun. "It's kinda like it sounds. You…project your powers forward."

She slanted him a look.

"A toddler could've given me a better answer." she muttered and he let out another laugh. "I don't know. Namora never really…" he trailed off, his thoughts turning bleak as he thought about the young lady. "You never talk about her." Rogue said thoughtfully, and watched as he shrugged. If she hadn't been watching him closely, she wouldn't have seen the pain that crossed his baby blue eyes. She didn't comment on it, instead letting it fade as he remained silent for a moment. "There's nothing to talk about." he finally said, turning to look at her.

"I doubt there's nothing-"

"I said there's nothing." he interrupted, and just like that the subject was dropped. She didn't push. Not because she wasn't curious, but because the look in his eyes said a lot more than he was saying. She turned away from him and instead looked back out at the white blanket of snow on the ground.

"So, what? Am I like, all-powerful now?" She asked, trying to ease the tension that formed around them. "More or less. It's kinda useless if you don't know how too use Projection."

"Are there any side-effects I should know about?"

"Some soreness, you get tired easy…you know, the usual stuff that come with using your powers."

"Mhm." She murmured slightly, her eyes roaming back over to him. "What…exactly happens during the process?" she asked. He stuffed his hands inside the pockets of his long jacket and shrugged.

"So, basically, I have a power no one really knows anything about." she asked. He let out a strained chuckle. "My father knows a little about it."

"You're father is a creep." she murmured, fingering the bruise on her head lightly. "It's been a couple of weeks already. I highly doubt he's gonna try anything, Rogue." Warren muttered, never taking his eyes off the white ground below him. She nodded and shuddered despite her coat. He glanced over at her.

She lifted her shoulders, fighting the wind and the fear in the pit of her stomach. She heard rustling and turned to see him taking off his jacket. He flapped the large trench coat and a whiff of his scent flew her way. She smiled softly despite herself, loving the fact that his scent surrounded her. The cold faded when he draped the jacket over her shoulders and she opened her mouth in protest. "Don't." he warned, stepping back to lean on the railing once more. "He's not going to hurt you again, Rogue. I promise."

X

Warren Worthington the Second stared distastefully out at the land below him. He hated winter. Too much white.

Kids were screaming around his house, laughs filling the air as someone shouted something about rules. His lips curled back in a snarl. Stupid people! How could they live in a world full of mutants? Full of dirty, rotten, disgusting excuses for humans?

He unfolded his arms and turned back around into his house. Walking through the empty house, he found distaste in the things that once brought him pleasure. The priceless vases and pictures brought him no comfort. The clean floors and bare walls brought him no feelings of warmth. He came to stand in front of the crackling fireplace, the large family portrait hanging over it almost glowing in the late light of day. His eyes, as they always did, traveled over to his one and only son.

His Warren.

Even in the picture, Warren the Third had been desperately trying to hide his wings. Trying to be normal. The long black coat complimented his outfit, and already Second could see the strong shoulders his son would one day possess. Shoulders that would carry on the Worthington empire.

He turned away from the picture, a sour taste in the back of his throat.

His son was a mutant. A damn mutant that didn't want the cure. A mutant that had turned away from the chance to be normal, and even now, a mutant that refused to give up another mutant for the good of the world.

He scoffed. His damned son was a fool.

He turned, sliding his hand onto a small panel on the wall. It glided open, revealing a long, winding staircase illuminated by single white lights scattered along the ceiling. He walked slowly down them, his Italian shoes clicking on the steps as he moved. He placed his hand on another panel, his hair moving softly through the wind the door made as it swooshed. Immediately, a small doctor flanked him, bantering on about some stupid problem that was of no concern of Warren's. he waved the small doctor off, his blue eyes cold as he tried to find the only doctor he needed at he moment.

He found him in front of the glass, a familiar spot that Second had not left for weeks. The doctor turned around, fumbling with his glasses when he saw Second. "S-Sir?"

"Is it ready?"

"Sir?"

Second nodded towards the pod on the other side of the glass. "Is it ready?"

"No, but Sir, Creed has been calling-"

"How long?" Second asked, ignoring the name of the annoying man that had been pestering him for a while now. Creed was a sad excuse for a man, and his constant bellyaching was starting to get on Second's nerves.

"Sir?" the doctor asked again and Second restrained the need to fire him. You got nowhere firing people.

"I asked how long it would take to open up the pod. Is that not the pod that one of the Sentinels brought back?" Second asked and the doctor nodded, pushing his glasses farther up his nose. "Well, I am not sure on the time-"

"Doctor?" Warren asked in a smooth, lethal voice. The doctor fumbled over his words. "Uh, Sir?"

"Do you know what it's like if you get fired by me?""uh, no Sir-"

"well, you'll find out soon enough if you do not get this pod opened. I want to know what's inside it. And I want to know soon." he glared through the glass at the smooth surface of the pod inside, ignoring the protest of the small man beside him. In his mind's eyes the pod faded to be replaced by a tawny eyed little girl with brown hair and dangerous white streaks. "I will get you back, my dear." he muttered, her face etched into his mind.

Whew, alright. Soo, with classes taking a break, i have more time to work on the story (yay!) also, i have finished the synopsis for the other two stories. :D Enjoy!

Declawed (Rogue/Logan)

*Takes place after the first X-men movie.*

"With the lingering effects of Logan's abilities running through her veins, it's no wonder Rogue is thinking about him more often. But, Logan's powers and thoughts won't get out of her system, and because of that, her life is now in danger more than ever. Because, Striker is looking for his new Weapon X, and thinks he found the perfect host in Rogue. Can Logan accept his feelings before it's too late to save them both?"

Both Sides of Time (Rogue/Remy)

*Takes place after X1*

"It wasn't a secret that Rogue had a huge crush on Logan. So, is it any wonder that after absorbing his thoughts and his memories, she can't help but feel as if she needs to help him fix his past? She meets a mutant named Timex, whose has the ability to control and manipulate time. Timex offers his help to Rogue, telling her he'll give her as many chances as she wanted to go back and change Logan's past. But, every time she goes back, she meets a man who calls himself Gambit. And every time, she finds herself falling for him more and more. But, Timex has a sinister plot and Rogue is nothing more but a pawn in his game. What's going to happen now…and why, when every time she goes back to the future, she finds no trace of Gambit in her time?"

R&R :D