Here it is, the final chapter, please enjoy it. If you want a disclaimer look at chapter one or something. ^_~

It was late and I was tired but I refused to go to bed. Any time now Scott was expected to go, leave us all alone. Everyone else was in the big room downstairs, they didn't want to be here when he finally did go flat line and the machines were turned off so they wouldn't announce his death in such a crude manner. I held his hand waiting for the inevitable.

"You tried Scott, I know you did." Logan had dragged an unconscious Pietro in here the other day and I didn't feel like killing him anymore. Scott wouldn't have wanted it and right now I don't think I could deal with anymore death. We let him go with the warning that if he was ever caught here or near any of us again he would be hunted down and killed on sight. That last part was of course from Logan. I watched Scott's chest rise and fall with the quiet gurgling sound and felt tears come to my eyes. This time I didn't try to hide them, or wipe them away. I just let them fall and show my sorrow that the one I loved, my one and only, would be soon leaving me forever. A few tears fell on Scott's pale visage and I bent to wipe them away when the gurgling stopped. I sat back and watched his chest. It didn't rise. He was gone. "Scott, no, no, no Scott! You can't die, you can't...you...I love you..." More tears landed on his face, but I made no effort to dry them this time. I laid my head on his blanket-covered chest and cried. I knew the pain would never go away.

"Ro...gue?" I stopped crying instantly and felt Scott's chest rise and fall again. "Ro...gue..." I looked up and saw Scott's face move and the hand that I held in my own tightened.

"Scott? Are you awake?" He grimaced in pain and I quickly removed my weight from his injuries. "Scott?"

"Ther...e's some...thing...wet...on...my...face..." Wiping the tears away I looked into his shades. He smiled softly as I came into view.

"You...you...'re here..." He fought back a yawn and I stroked his face.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

"I...I love...you too...you know?" His body relaxed and he slipped to sleep again, not comatose but deep, dreamless sleep. I began to cry again at my own happiness. I ran down the stairs and burst through the doors tears streaming down my face.

"He's alive!" I cried out laughing. "He just woke up!" Immediately everyone stopped crying and stared at me.

"He is?" Kitty asked quietly. "He's really alive?" I nodded and hugged her. I was so glad he was alive and, and...

He loved me. In all the chaos of his awakening I had completely forgotten those weak words. Scott Summers, the focus point of my affection, had said he loved me.

One Week Later-

"I'm fine, really Rogue. I think I can manage to get down the hall on my own." He fingered the hourglass filled with blue sand in annoyance and I ignored him. I knew his head, along with everything else, still ached with a vengeance. It had only been a week since he had woke up and he was still in bandages. But he was improving every day.

"I don't mind helping you, and I won't take no for an answer." In the past week in his hospital bed he had told me everything that had happened to him. He told me, and only me, about his worst fears, the battle with Jean's doppelganger and how he had chosen me over Jean for his true love as well as the hourglass he now featured. It all might sound crazy to the rest but I believe every word of it. I have to, because Scott is my one and only.

Well, that's all folks. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thanks for all your reviews and I hope to get many more. Special thanks go out to those who gave me suggestions.

Miracles do happen, just not often and this fic is dedicated to my grandmother who, though didn't get a miracle, had a good life and had it tragically ended by cancer. Love your family people, you never know when it will be taken from you.