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Chapter 36:

There was fire and carnage everywhere. He would be rolling on the floor throwing up at the sight, if he wasn't already laughing.

Why was he laughing? he thought quickly, horrified at his reaction.

This wasn't him; he was one of the good guys. He was someone who would be searching through the carnage trying to find survivors. What was going on?

He spotted the X-men, his friends, heading his way. Oh good, they could explain to him what was going on.

Scott was at the forefront, rushing towards him, his hand went up. He thought to wave at him, but instead it went straight to his visor.

What the hell? he thought. He's attacking me?

But then, suddenly he was swooping down fast, faster than he'd ever gone before. And he was tackling his friend, Scott.

And then, to his complete horror, he realized it was his own hands pummelling his friend's face.

What was going on?

"Sir, wake up, sir?" he heard being yelled at him.

But he kept at it, unrelenting, even when Scott's face was far from recognizable.

"Sir!" yelled the same person. "Sir!"

Suddenly, he felt really cold and wet, and the image in front of him had disappeared. He was now staring at the wide-eyed face of his butler.

"Sir," the man was speaking. "Mr. Worthington, are you all right?"

Warren sat up in bed, blinking away the images from his nightmare. He was drenched.

"Mr. Worthington?"

"I'm fine," Warren said quickly. "Uh… please pass me my laptop."

"Sir?"

"I need to clear my schedule," he informed. "I need to go to Bayville."

Rogue was feeling much better these days. It had been two weeks now since she had been rescued from Magda's clutches. Things were deceptively normal around the mansion. Everyone was still on high alert, and it wasn't as if the problem was out of sight, out of mind. No, it was still very much on everyone's mind, especially Rogue's. But, everyone was enjoying the little bit of respite that they were getting.

Rouge and Scott were especially enjoying the quiet time. They were busily planning the baby's nursery. Rogue couldn't believe how much pleasure she was getting from the normalcy of picking out cribs and baby clothes. In fact, she just finished unpacking some of the clothes into the little wardrobe that they had recently bought at the flea market.

Scott had left her alone with the task about an hour ago citing that he had to help the Professor with something. He said he'd be back quick, but he hadn't shown. So, after searching out the Professor, who told her he was out in the gardens that was now where Rogue was searching.

"Scott," she called out. "Scott, where are ya?"

There was no answer, but Rogue expected that. The mansion's gardens were extensive. So she kept on walking, calling his name as she went.

"Scott!"

"Rogue," came his voice finally.

Rogue felt instantly relieved at his voice. "Where are ya?"

"You're almost there," he called back.

Rogue followed the paved pathway that was shaded by thick trees on either side of the path. It was going to be dark soon.

Finally, a couple more right turns and she came face to face with her boyfriend. But, it wasn't the sight of Scott that made her gasp out loud, but what he had done that had her so surprised.

"Scott," she said quietly. "What is all this?"

She gestured at the elegant table set up in front of the garden's water fountain. There was a cart off to the side and lights were strung up in the trees surrounding the fountain.

Scott," she said puzzled.

Scott remained silent as he approached her. Reaching her, he took each of her hands into his own.

"Rogue, you look beautiful," he murmured appreciatively.

Rogue stared down at herself. She was wearing a pair of deep red walking shorts and a black tank top that was tight so it showed off the 3 month baby bump.

"Sure," she replied, laughing off the compliment.

Scott shook his head. "No, Rogue you are. Your skin's so soft and glowing. Your cheeks and lips are rose red. You look… you look like Snow White."

Rogue almost laughed, but realized quickly that Scott was being completely sincere.

"Scott… ah, thank ya," she accepted. "But what's going on?"

"I'll tell you, but come sit down first," Scott urged. He led her to the elegant table that was set up for dinner.

"Ok," she said as she took her seat, but she watched as Scott went to sit and then he stood, like he was undecided.

Rogue realized that he was nervous.

"Rogue, I love you," Scott started.

She smiled up at him warmly. "Ah love ya too, Scott."

"Rogue, you and I and this baby are meant to be together, forever," Scott continued. "And I want us to be a family."

She reached for his hand and squeezed. "We are ah family."

He nodded. "I know," and then he was kneeling in front of her, taking Rogue's breath away. "But, I want to make it official."

"Sc.. Scott," she stuttered in disbelief.

He was reaching into his pocket now, pulling out a little black velvet box. "Rogue," he said affectionately. "Will you marry me?"

He flipped open the lid of the box and a sparkling diamond ring shone out.

"Scott," Rogue said breathlessly. "Yes, of course ah'll marry ya!"

He took the ring out of the box, absolutely beaming, and slipped it onto her finger. The minute it was on Rogue threw her arms around her fiancée. He hugged her back fiercely. And then after what seemed like hours, he murmured. "Come on, let's have dinner."

"Dinner?" she asked, wide-eyed.

They sat down on either side of the table. Scott took hold of Rogue's left hand, and then she stared at him as he spoke into his other wrist.

"Kurt? We're ready."

"Kurt?" Rogue said out loud.

A second later they heard a bamf sound and Kurt was standing in front of them.

"Sparkling apple cider?" her brother asked, holding out a bottle.

She laughed, nodding.

Once their drinks were poured, it seemed that Kurt could not contain his happiness anymore. He grabbed Rogue and gave her a gentle, but big squeeze.

"Kurt's going to be our waiter tonight, aren't you, Kurt?" Scott asked good-naturedly.

"At your service," Kurt said beaming. He made his way to the cart, giving Scott and Rogue time to share a happy look.

Well that's it for now. Short, I know. But it's all I can seem to manage right now.

Anyways, thanks to everyone who's still sticking with this. And thanks to everyone who's been reviewing: Celeste Belle; rose (definitely, if I write any X-men stories anymore that's a guarantee); MarkC; twilightcloud18 (I won't, I promise); LatyfeSurLeSora; GohanRULEZ; D . Torres; SweetMusic95; Chica De Los Ojos Café; and jnetrich.

I'm going to work on the next chapter right now. So hopefully I'll be updating soon.