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Earth Angel

by:

kojie

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Chapter Four

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His alarm clock read 3:30 AM. Scott couldn't sleep knowing Jean was still out there with some...guy. He should probably go and tell the professor...

This whole thing could've been his fault, too. If he hadn't said yes to Taryn, then maybe...

Scott scrunched up his eyebrows.

Why did he say yes, anyway?

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"So, Warren...what d'you wanna talk about?" Jean glanced nervously at the handsome blond sitting beside her. They were in the park, sitting alone on a wooden bench.

Warren gazing at the stars above made no reply, and Jean wondered if he heard her.

He sighed. "Are you a mutant?"

Jean was taken back. His question came so out of the blue.

"W-what?"

Warren gave a small distracted smile, not taking his eyes off the glittering sky. "It's okay, y'know. You don't have to pretend. I'm one, too." He turned to face her.

Jean was shocked. Shocked at how this man knew of the word mutant, shocked of how he said what he just said ever so calmly...like it was nothing out of the ordinary. Like it happened everyday.

As if.

Jean blinked. "Wait...what?" she managed to choke out.

"I'll go first, I guess," Warren said as he stood up. "I sure hope I'm not gonna regret this..." he muttered as he took off his suit jacket and threw it on the bench. Jean stared. Even through the white long-sleeved shirt he was wearing, she could see that his back was bulging, like it was stuffed with...something. And something big.

Warren just looked at her in the eyes and quickly began unbuttoning his polo shirt, from the top to bottom.

Jean took a quick look around the park. It was empty.

"What are you doing?" Jean asked, resisting the urge to panic.

"You'll see," Warren said, as he took his shirt off. As soon as he did, Jean felt her mouth fall open involuntarily. "Oh, my god..." Her emerald eyes looked in astonishment at the two feathered wings that were bound by a black harness around Warren's back. Warren, however, stifled a laugh as he loosened the tight belts. Seconds later, the harness joined his pile of clothes on the bench.

He stretched his magical wings.

Jean gasped both in amazement and disbelief. They were huge...and beautiful.

Warren breathed relief at her reaction. She didn't run away. She didn't run and call him a freak. She was awed.

He held out his right hand, inviting her. Jean looked at his hand, then at his wings, then at his smiling face. Jean was staring at a real live angel, who, instead of a white glowing robe, wore a white sleeveless undershirt, a pair of black pants, and a pair of loafers.

Who could resist an angel with a cute face like that?

She let Warren pull her up. He carried her with ease, just as he started flapping his wings, lifting them up...

Jean suddenly found herself up in the air. She felt her heart beating wildly, and felt like it was going to burst. They rose higher and higher. Jean closed her eyes, wishing that if she opened them, she'd still be here with the clouds, in Warren's strong arms, up in the sky...

It felt so quiet, so peaceful. There was no one up here but them, and it felt wonderful to not have others' thoughts ramming through her head...she felt only Warren's warming her mind.

She'd flown before, of course, with her telekinesis. But never this high. She felt so free...so alive.

They were now soaring above the earth, and flying past the scattered clouds. She shivered at the coolness of the temperature and looked down at her yellow dress, the wind ruffling it. Jean stared at Warren's face. He wore an amused expression and she felt her cheeks redden.

"Um, aren't you...cold?" Jean stammered.

"Freezing," he answered. "But I've gotten used to it, I guess. Enjoying the view?"

"It's so wonderful up here..."

"Uh, yeah...it is, isn't it?" Warren replied uneasily, and looked at her. "You know, you never did answer my question..." he said slowly.

Jean frowned. What question?

"Are you...you know, like me?" he asked, partly afraid of her answer. "Are you a mutant?"

Oh...that.

The redhead smiled slyly at him. And without any warning, she gently pushed herself away from Warren's arms. Warren's eyes widened in surprised as he gasped, and almost lunged back towards the ground to catch her...

Only she didn't fall. She was floating in front of him, right where she had pushed him.

Warren's confused face was quickly replaced with a goofy grin.

He was right. Jean was like him, too.

"Is what you're doing now, what you did to that...thing, back there?" he asked, still not quite believing what he was seeing.

"Yes..." she said softly, risking a look down...they were still above the park. Good thing she wasn't afraid of heights.

"It's called telekinesis. Ever heard of it?"

Warren thought for a moment. "You can move things with your mind?"

"Mm-hmm. And I..." Jean hesitated. "I'm also a telepath."

"One who can..." Warren swallowed, "Read another person's mind?" A thousand thoughts burst into his mind as he panicked. Crap! Has she been reading my mind?

Jean felt his discomfort and answered quickly. "Professor Xavier taught me how to control my powers, but he also taught me to never go into others' minds unless it's necessary...it'd be an invasion of their privacy if I did."

"Oh..." Warren said. "Well, he's right, you know."

Jean nodded. "I know."

Warren motioned for her to approach him, and Jean floated to him, letting him pick her up again as she hooked her arms around his neck. Warren slowed his wings, bringing them down at a steady pace. "A few weeks ago, I thought I was the only one with a...gift. I was so relieved when Professor Xavier came to me, and told me I wasn't alone. He also told me that he had a school for blessed people, like me, and that I was welcome to check it out, you know, see if I'll like it there and stuff. And I think," Warren paused to look at Jean...

She had fallen asleep. Warren shook his head smiling, as he landed gracefully on the ground, careful to not wake her up. He lifted Jean's body a few inches, and kissed her forehead.

"I think I am going to like it there," Warren whispered, still staring at Jean's face.

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Um...hope you liked it.

By the way, my other fic, What Happens Now?, I will update tomorrow, I promise ^ ^