"Blue." She muttered, sleep sliding easily over her senses. The fourth day allowed her to relax enough to finally fall asleep easily, Scott by her side. Comforting her.

Protecting her.

"What?" Scott's voice asked and she heard the rustle of sheets as he turned to sleepily stare at her. "I said blue. I think you're eyes are blue." She repeated, sighing as she began to slide into sleep. "Blue, huh?"

She nodded and closed her eyes, her body beginning to whined down. "Why blue?" she heard him ask and smiled. "That would make you tall, dark, and handsome with killer blue eyes. My dream guy." She muttered, her voice slurring with sleep. "What, I ain't your dream guy now?" he asked and she heard the teasing note in his voice.

She smiled again, her body becoming weightless. "I think they're blue because that's the color of an Angel's eyes Scott. My Angel…Scott" She knocked out after that. Scott stayed awake, his heart beating in tune with hers.

He turned to stare at her and felt his heart fill with something nameless. Something wonderful. He smiled, reaching out to brush back a white strand before moving closer to her. He allowed himself the extra 3 inches, wishing they could stay like that forever.

Him.

And His Rogue.

X

"The cure isn't something I would suggest you taking, Rogue." McCoy murmured, eyeing her warily. She crossed her arms and continued staring at him, wondering what it was he wasn't going to tell her. "What?" she asked, dreading yet not being able to live without knowing any longer.

McCoy steepled his fingers, leaning forward gently on his desk. "The cure…is a cure, Rogue." She felt her heart stop. "But…?" She prompted, sitting down slowly in the only chair in his office. "But…the consequences…are dire."

"Consequences?"

He closed his eyes a moment before opening them again, the hesitation so apparent, she wondered if he was ever going to tell her. Silence reigned around the room for so long, she had considered just leaving when he spoke. "You could die."

She felt the bottom drop out of her heart. She swallowed, glancing down at the clenched hands in her lap. "It seems that the cure does work, but it needs to be readministered every couple of months. With your mutation, it could corrupt your DNA, making you severely sick. You'd be susceptible to every disease out there, and you wouldn't be able to fight it. You'd die."

"What if I just wanted to use it every so often?" She asked, grasping onto that hope. McCoy shook his head. "Because once the cure is injected, it attacks your DNA, as I said. You're body will retaliate by new cells which are immune to the cure at that point and time. You're mutation can change. With you, Rogue, you would probably just have to be near someone to absorbed them. And eventually, you'd die from everything that's going into you."

x

She was crying when she woke up, wondering if what she just saw had been a memory or a dream. Both of them had once been real. But, it seemed so long ago. So, what one was more important? Did it matter?

She coughed, the pain in chest enormous. She couldn't breath. Her eyes shot open, adjusting to the darkness that surrounded her. She reached up, trying to free the blockage and felt…hair. She pushed and the object moaned as it shifted. The pressure on her chest lessened and she took a breath, trying to figure out what it was.

When it let out another moan, her mind shifted and she found herself wondering who it was. She reached out her hand, trying to catch the latch on the lamp. She found it and pulled, flooding the room in a small glow of light.

She glanced down and saw Warren's blonde head nestled on her chest, his body moving slowly as he breathed in his sleep. He was seated next to her bed, his hand wrapped loosely around her gloved one. She was…shocked would've been the best word. She heard snoring and turned, the blue man twitching a bit in his sleep as he perched on another chair. Someone groaned and she turned her head, glancing over at the small sleeping form on the extra bed. She heard muttering and recognized Kitty's voice. She sat up slightly, a hunch causing her to do so, and smiled when she saw Piotr rolling around a bit on the ground, Bobby pushing at the man in his sleep.

When…what…she shook her head, laughing a bit. Why were they there?

She reached out and shook Warren lightly. "Two more minutes, Dad, I promise." He muttered, wiping his hand over his face before falling back asleep. "Warren, wake up." Rogue murmured, shaking him again. She watched him blink, the blue clearing as he woke up, He let out a yawn and glanced up. Rogue smiled when his blue eyes connected with her brown ones. "Hey." She whispered and Warren smiled, waking up fully. "Hey yourself. You had us worried there, hon."

She nodded her head towards the other people. "What're they-""They wanted to see you were alright. One of us guarded while the others slept." Warren said, not taking his eyes off her tired face. "Well, it looks like everyone was sleeping, Warren," She began, "Who was supposed to be guarding?"

Warren glanced up and let out a small curse. He reached past her and grabbed a pillow, bunching it up a bit before he lobbed it at Kurt.

It hit him straight on the chest and his yellow eyes sprang open. "Ich-Ich-Ich bin bereit zu kämpfen, Mama! In Ordnung!" he screamed, jumping as his arms waved around. She heard a bump, and then Bobby let out a curse. She watched as he surfaced, rubbing the back of his head. She heard Piotr grunting, calling out Kitty's name, then she heard Kitty rolling over to stare at her.

"There she is." Kitty murmured, rubbing her eyes.

Rogue looked around a moment, her mind working overtime. "Why…are you guys here?" Rogue asked them all and Piotr chuckled. "We were concerned for you, Rogue." He said, sighing as he stood up. He stretched a bit and turned to look down at Bobby. "You planning on staying there all night, Bobby?" he asked and Bobby let out a grunt.

She laugh a little at the look he sent towards Piotr before he glanced at her. "You alright, Rogue?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. She nodded, smirking a bit. "I've been hit with Scott's power before." she muttered, trying to ignore the painful twist that her heart insisted on doing every time she thought about it.

Every time she thought about Scott.

She let the room, and the people, fade as the two memories mixed around in her mind. The cure…and Scott.

She reached up and touched her chest lightly, her palm resting against her beating heart. She felt the pain, and the betrayal, like a knife in her heart.

Would the cure help?

Could she touch?

Could Scott…touch her? Was he worth dying over?

"Rogue?" Warren asked and she glanced up, her eyes haunted. He reached out and grabbed the hand on her chest. "Are you alright?" he whispered, eyeing her.

She looked at him. Really looked at him. Warren, who had been there for her when everyone else wasn't. Warren, who seemed to always know her feelings and her heart. Warren, who was…Warren.

Couldn't she fall in love with him?

She glanced around, finally noticing that they were alone. "Where's everyone?" She asked, looking left and right. Warren chuckled. "They left when you wouldn't answer their questions, staring blankly into the air." She chuckled. "Tell them I'm sorry." She mumbled, the two memories coming back once more. Her smile faltered, and Warren saw it. "Hey." he whispered, leaning forward towards her. His hand reached out, the danger room gloves still covering his skin as he cupped her cheek. She leaned into him, trying to feel something other than the intense appreciation that was always there.

Trying to feel love for Warren. She closed her eyes when she felt him leaning forward, his face so close to hers.

"Let me protect you." he whispered, and in that one moment, Rogue's mind saw Scott's face. She let out a sob, pulling away from Warren. They both remained still, non of them daring to breathe. She felt a tear slide down her cheek and hurriedly reached up to brush it away. "I'm sorry. I didn't…I…I'm sorry." She finished miserably. She scooted back further towards the headboard of the bed. She brought her knees up towards her chest and buried her face in them, thinking too much.

"Rogue-"

"Just go…please." She whispered, her eyes still closed. He waited a moment before he moved. She heard the door click shut as he left.

X

She tightened her gloves around her hand, the morning sun cutting through the curtains. She turned and glanced around the room…wondering…

She shook her head, her mind already made up. She stuffed money in her back pocket for cab fare and grabbed her cell phone, in case of emergencies. She glanced around her room one more time before she stepped out, wondering if she would be allowed to come back after she took the cure.

After she was normal.

The mansion was relatively quiet, Sunday being the day where most of the kids left the mansion to shop, hang out with friends or family. Rogue stayed home because she had nothing.

That was going to change.

She walked down the stairs, trailing her hands lightly over the wood.

She could finally be able to touch. To be with someone.

To be with Scott.

Something slid over her senses, the familiar feeling comforting. She didn't fight the feeling as it altered her, changed her.

She was done fighting.

She turned to look at the mansion one more time before she pushed open the double doors.

"Rogue?"

She stopped, turning at the familiar voice. Warren ran up to her and the blackness in her eyes scared him. "Rogue." he said her name gently, ever fiber in his body on edge at the vacant look in her eyes. He reached out, gripping her shoulders lightly as he stared into her eyes.

"Rogue." he repeated, and watched as she blinked, awareness coming back into the brown depths.

He watched as the green rolled in, darker than what he usually saw…but, it was there. "Rogue." he said one more time and she glanced up at him. She smiled, her vision becoming blurry as the tears began. She reached up and lifted his hands off her shoulders before she placed hers on his cheeks. "I wish I could love you, Warren, like you love me. But…I can't. I can't love anyone else but him. That's why I have to do this."

He stared at her and she watched the confusion darken his features. She smiled through her tears, laying her forehead on his briefly. "You're going to find a girl because you are the most amazing man. You're going to find that girl for you. You're going to find the most amazing girl that you love and who loves you. You're going to find a girl that can give her entire heart to you. But…I am not that girl Warren. I love you so much, but I can't love you with everything I have." She stopped, closing her eyes as Scott's face flashed before hers. "Everything I have belongs to him. If he wants to be able to touch…I will give everything I am to that and let him touch. That last year, Warren…Scott saved me. He saved me from becoming something I wasn't. I will die…for him." She muttered, the tears sliding freely down her cheeks. She opened her eyes, the hazel sad and somewhat defeated. "I will die…to love him. To save him." she whispered the last part, finally understanding Jean's message. "Rogue-"

"Goodnight, Warren." she whispered and quick as lightening, her hand reached out behind his head and pressed, hitting the spot that she knew would knock him out temporarily. His body crumpled to the floor and she gave him a sad smile before she walked outside.

To the cure.

To her mission.

To her death.

i forgot to add in on sentence when wrote the chapter. Its near the end, in her startling confession to Warren. Enjoy :D