Angel-storm
Author's Note: Thought about this story, because it seems to me that not many people write about Warren Worthington. It's so unfair that Marvel ignores him the way they do. He's way too cool, to be stuck like that. So to all the Angel fans out there, this one's for you. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: Marvel not mine. Marvel not mine. Do not sue you big doodoo. (Sorry.)
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Warren Worthington was the type of man that always had everything that he ever wanted. He never lacked for anything, and his parents always provided for him in one way or the other. Even when his mutation grew out of control, they sent him to Xavier's School for the gifted, so that he could learn to control his powers.
He could throw money around, without ever having to want for nothing. However, this school has taught him a few hard lessons of life. It taught him that people do die, sometimes very young. He learned that not all people were equal, and he eventually learned that money couldn't buy everything. Including love.
He lost count of the amount of females that he had been with, while out on a single night on the town. He had no problems getting a number or two from the ladies. Whenever he wore his image inducer, he looked good enough to put Brad Pitt to shame. Women flocked to him as if he was the last man on the planet Earth. He had no problems getting women to notice him; it was just the ones that he really wanted that gave him the problems. It seemed that he also had a problem keeping the girl, once he got her.
His track record with the ladies wasn't exactly stellar by any means. He had always had a thing for Jean, but she was so stuck on Scott during their early years that she didn't even notice him. If she would only flirt as endlessly with him, as she did with Logan, then he would die a happy man.
Then there was Charlotte Jones, his forbidden fruit. He was the one who left. Who was it for again? He forgot who she was, but some other lady drugged him away from her. The last thing that he heard about her was that she was absorbed into the Phalanx entity. Another one bites the dust.
Then there was Psyclocke, beautiful when it began, and ugly when it ended. She dumped him and ran into the arms of another man. Neal. This man wasn't even man enough to save her from the monster that killed her. He hated thinking about her most of all, because in reality he was madly in love with her. Now she was gone, and there wasn't anything that he could do about that.
To him it seemed that money could buy everything, that is everything but love. Warren moved out of the mansion, and moved up to New York. He had no intentions of ever going to back, until he received an invitation to Jubilee's wedding. At least she was happy, and he couldn't stay here wallowing in self-pity.
He took a plane, and made it there in no time at all. The wedding wasn't for two days, but he wanted to hang out with his friends, before he went back to New York.
Once he arrived hugs were given and he walked up to Jubilee, and congratulated her on her upcoming nuptials. He was surprised to find out that she was marrying Nate Grey. It wasn't the Cable that fought along side of him, but this Nate was from an alternate universe. Warren hoped that their children would come out to be normal.
Things had definitely changed since the last time that he was here. Jean and Scott were still together, but they were always arguing. It seemed like they were constantly arguing about Logan. It seems that they have been flirting a little too much for Scott's taste, and so he was ending it.
Gambit and Rouge had moved out of the mansion, and got their own apartment. They were supposed to be married in three more months. He never imagined the day when he would see Remy actually get married. Then again they still had three months to go. If he managed to screw up with Rogue, then he'll be waiting even longer than that.
Hank had been seriously dating the reporter Trish Tilby. She was a real looker. If Hank hadn't one of his best friends, then he would've definitely asked her out himself.
Then there were those left who spent their time too absorbed in their work, that they neglected their social lives altogether. That would be Bobby, Charles, and Storm. Warren instantly felt sorry for them all. It's true that his luck with the ladies was pretty bad, but at least he could get dates. In a strange sense he could understand why Charles and Bobby didn't go out on dates that much. However, he was puzzled as to the reason why Storm neglected to go out. Sure she had a nasty break up with Forge, but that didn't mean that she would have to become a spinster because of it.
Storm was one of the most beautiful and exotic creatures that he had ever seen. He secretly loved the way her snowy white hair fell in long cascades down her back. He loved to see her smooth chocolate skin, shine in the sunshine. He loved the way her blue eyes reminded him of an ocean. She was the very epitome of a beautiful woman.
She shouldn't be alone. Hell she should have men flocking to her, just to be by her side. Yet, the only one who ever made any advancement to her was that loser Forge. The very man that had asked her to marry him, and then decided to call it off before she could even answer. What a loser.
Warren had considered asking her out himself, but then thought that a woman as classy as Storm would see straight through him. Warren was a little rich kid, born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Everything that he wanted, he usually got. So what would a man who has everything in the world, want with a woman, who was so down to earth and pure. Couldn't he just flash some money around to get the girl of his dreams? That had been a joke that Remy made up, and the joke was still passed around on certain occasions.
So I never made the advancement towards her, too afraid that she would realize my real intentions. Come on you already know what those intentions are. I am a man after all. So I came into the mansion without so much as a warm welcome from anybody but Jubilee. I probably only got a hug from her, because she knew I would probably have the best gift.
So I went into the living room, listening to everyone talking to each other in the hallway.
I sat down on the plush leather chair, and laid my head back on the couch. I must have drifted to sleep, because soon I felt someone tugging at my shirt. I opened my eyes 8o see my old partner in crime, Bobby Drake.
"There you go man! I've been looking all over for you. I'm heading out to get a drink, you wanna come?"
"What? What time is it?"
"Ten o'clock."
"Who else is going?"
"No one but me. I asked Logan, but he has some other plans for tonight. I need a designated driver, because I plan to get plastered."
"What if I wanted to get plastered myself man? I'm not going to a bar just to baby-sit you're tired butt. We'll take a cab."
"Sounds like a plan Bubba."
"Who in the hell is Bubba?"
"It's just a slang for…Man don't you ever watch Nash Bridges?"
"Nash Bridges? You actually watch a show with Don Johnson in it?"
"It's a good show."
"The same man that played in Miami Vice?"
"That was the show of the eighties."
"The show with Michael J. Thomas."
"Hey you sure know a lot about Don Johnson's shows to never have watched any of them."
"You have to admit the man has a way with the ladies."
"Eew. I don't know about that one. After all he did date Barbara Streisand, and Ellen Barkin."
"What's wrong with them, I think they're cute."
"Aw man, we really need to find you a woman and quick."
"What's that's supposed to mean?"
"That means that it's time to go get plastered Bubba. Let's go."
They called a taxicab, and went to a small local bar. They must have drunk a ton of liquor, and Warren still wasn't getting a decent buzz on. He was about to take a tenth shot of Vodka straight up, when he saw the hottest woman that he had ever seen.
She had long wavy blonde hair, which was tucked neatly under a tiger skinned cowboy hat. She wore a tight fitting halter top, with some skintight black leather jeans. She also wore a long flowing overcoat, which she removed once she sat at the bar. The bartender looked the woman up and down, as did Warren.
She looked over at Warren, and gave him one of the most beautiful smiles that he had seen in a long time.
The bartender handed Warren the whole bottle of Vodka, and then made his way to the young lady.
"What can I get for you today beautiful?" The bartender said leaning closer to her, in hopes of getting a better look at her cleavage.
"You can get her whatever her heart desires, and I'm sure it's not you." Warren chimed in.
The bartender looked at Warren with such contempt, that Bobby immediately began laughing out loud. He slapped the table, and immediately fell to the floor. Warren looked down at Bobby, and decided against trying to wake him up.
He looked at the young woman again, who smiled as soon as his eyes met hers.
"Thank you for the drink, and for handling that for me."
"No problem. Name's Warren Worthington, and you are?"
"Trisha Scarsdale, and I really want to personally thank you for buying me the beer."
"It was nothing."
"Wanna dance?"
"Sure, but I have to warn you I've drunk a lot of these tonight. I might end up falling on my face"
"That's alright, I'll find a way to keep you standing up all night long."
"Shall we dance?"
So they did. They both danced as fast as they could, when the fast songs came on. Then when the slow songs came on, they danced cheek to cheek. That is until their lips met, while on the dance floor.
Warren had never felt so alive, and he began kissing her with such ferocity that he didn't notice that she was trying to pull away from him. However, the bodyguards did, and rushed into him.
By being a fighter for the X-Men, he was easily able to dodge the big gorillas. That is until one of the big apes got behind Warren, and slugged him. At this time Bobby was now awaken from all of the commotion, and tried helping his friend. Even though they both were wasted, they still fought tooth and nail with these guys. Logan would be so proud.
They held out for a while until three cops came in, pointing guns at their heads. Warren had no problems taking these big thugs on in hand-to-hand combat, but he wasn't about to get shot and killed for some woman. So he raised his hands above his head, and waited while the cop patted him down. The cop patted Warren in the wrong place for far too long, so Warren stole the cop dead in the eye. The other two cops immediately tackled him. They were hauled into the back of the squad car then taken Downtown.
It was a good thing that they had thought to bring their fake ID'S, because Charles would freak out if they had been caught as mutants.
Once they arrived to the station, the smell of sweat and grime greeted their noses. It was a smell that made Warren's stomach churn. They were taken in for processing, and to their surprise Warren was a big wig for a major corporation. Bobby was an international soap opera star. He hated the day they chose those aliases. He had wanted to be something simple like a plumber, but Hank was quick to point out that plumbers don't usually have a wad of hundred dollar bills in his pockets either.
So in any case the aliases worked fine. The cop was just about to book and charge them, when Warren finally found his voice to speak.
"When do we get our call?"
"Well I guess you can make your call now."
"Do I have a bail?"
"You're bail is set at one thousand dollars."
"That's all!" Bobby exclaimed.
"Shut up Bobby. Can I make the call or what?"
"Phone's right in front of your face. What you want me to dial it for you moneybags? You got thirty minutes."
Warren dialed the number to the mansion, and glanced at the clock that read 2:30 A.M. someone picked up the phone and Warren immediately began speaking.
"I know it's two in the morning, but I'm in a bit of a jam. I need someone to come and pick up Bobby and me."
"Warren is this you?"
Crap. Out of all the people in the entire mansion, Storm had to be the one answered the phone. He was never going to hear the end of this now.
"Yeah it's me. Look Bobby and I are in jail. Our bail is set for… one thousand …dollars. Look, if you can get the money, without letting Charles know,.. I'll advance an extra thousand to whoever loans me the money."
"I have the money, but at least tell me what happened?"
"Look Rogue…I don't remember. All I can remember is hitting some cop."
"Oh my god, you're drunk! I thought that you said that you were giving that up!"
"No…No. No time. Can you come?"
"Yeah. I'll be there. Warren?"
Warren hung up the phone, before she could start asking more questions. They led them into their cells, and they waited until the cop came back two hours later.
Warren Worthy, and Bobby Druid you're free to go." Warren stood up, and was instantly hit with a wave of dizziness. He finally found his footing, and nudged Bobby to wake up. They left the cell, and were led out to the waiting area.
Storm stood there looking royally pissed, as some transient tried hitting on her. She kept inching away from the man, but no matter what she did he followed. Warren instantly walked up to her and put his arms around her waist. For a moment she looked as if she was about to hit him, for doing such a thing. Then she noticed that the transient was backing away slowly as if he didn't want to get into any trouble.
"She's taken man….So leave."
After the man left, Warren still had his arms wrapped protectively around Ororo's waist.
"Warren he's gone now, you can let go."
For an instant Warren looked at Storm as if she was speaking in her native tongue, but then it finally dawned on him what she meant. He removed his arms, and walked sloppily to her car. She opened the door, and Bobby was the first one in, and he laid out in the back seat, quickly falling asleep. Warren pushed the front seat back into its original position, and sat down and closed his door.
He wanted to do nothing but to close his eyes and sleep. However Ms. Munroe wasn't having any of that, so he calmly sat and listened while she rant and raved about what led him to be so careless.
"Warren, I'd expect this type of behavior from Bobby, but from you it's uncalled for. Do you think I appreciate being dragged out of my bed at 2:30 in morning, just so that I can bail your butt out of jail?"
"Maybe if you had somebody in your bed, I'd be spared from this hell that you're putting me through." He said under his breath as lightly as he could. Fortunately Storm hadn't heard what he had said, and continued with her lecture.
"Jubilee's wedding is in one day, the day after tomorrow. What would have happened if they didn't set a bail for you, what then? I'll tell you what; you would've missed the entire thing. That's what. Now I see the reason why Psyscloke left you in the first place. You're irresponsible!"
"Leave her out of this!! This has nothing to do with Psyscloke…She didn't leave me because I was irresponsible; she left because she never loved me. OK. She never loved me, the same as Jean, the same as Charlotte, the same as you! So don't give me that irresponsible crap! I have bent over backwards trying to make that woman love me, and she didn't. There's not one person in that entire mansion that cares or loves me!
You want to know why I left Charlotte? It wasn't because she was black, and I know that's what all of you believe anyway. I left her, because her work was more important than I was! Her love was to her job, and not me! That's why I left her. Hell I was madly in love with her too, but I didn't leave her because I was irresponsible! I even loved you, but did you even notice me. Hell no! You were too busy trying to sniff Remy's and Logan's drawers to even notice me. I guess that's cause you thought I was too irresponsible! Well screw all of you. I don't need anybody in my life, including you! So just leave me the hell alone!!"
Storm sat in shock, afraid to ask him any more questions. She wanted to talk to him, but she didn't want any more bones falling out of his closet and landing on her. It was true about what he said about her. She was never interested in him, because she did view him as a bit irresponsible. Irresponsibility was a major turn off for her, which was why she didn't date too many men. They were all irresponsible on some level. Not that she was into women, she wasn't, but she had yet to find the perfect man that was anything but irresponsible.
So she drove in silence, until they made it home.
*What did he mean by he love me too? * She wondered as she shut off the ignition.
She woke up Bobby first, who stumbled out of the car and made it up to his room.
She gathered her purse and turned to Warren who was facing the passenger window. She figured that he was just mad, and was waiting for her to get out of the car first. So she lightly touched his shoulder.
"Warren I know you're mad, but please say something? Warren?"
Warren turned to her and looked her up and down. It was obvious that he fell asleep on their drive back home, and Storm mentally kicked herself for thinking that he was awake.
"Storm? I didn't know that I called you from the bar? We intended to ride a cab back, but I'll pay you for the gas. You know I don't feel so good."
"Then please get out of my car!"
Warren opened the door, and leaned out of it so that he could puke on the ground. However his entire body fell to the ground, and he instantly fell asleep on the concrete ground."
"Dang, he really is drunk." Storm said as she dragged him to his room.
She laid him in his bed, and cautiously began to remove his soiled shirt, that now had motor oil all on it. She trashed the shirt, and went back to remove his shoes and socks. After she was done with that she looked at his pants that were also soiled with the oil, and wondered if she should just leave them on. Then she thought about his expensive bed sheets, and how upset he would be if they were ruined.
She remembered the time when Jubilee wasted some cherry Kool Aid on his sheets, and how he almost burst a gasket yelling at poor Jubes. So she slowly removed his Jeans, and placed them in the trash as well.
"Well I hope you don't remember any of this, because I would be certainly embarrassed if you did."
She was just about to cover his body up with his blanket, and she couldn't keep her eyes to herself. Warren wasn't a bad looking man, even with blue skin. Which was the case, because she had taken his image inducer off in the hallway. As she tried pulling him to his room, the image inducer kept digging into her hands, ruining her nails. So she removed it.
Now she stood there admiring how fit and muscular Warren had become. He was like the exquisite beautiful porcelain vase that everybody ignores, just to look at the Mona Lisa. Warren had been ignored too long, and his competition was Remy and Logan. She loved each man in his own special way, but she never even considered Warren. She thought about him as only a friend. She hadn't even thought of him as a man, until today.
His body wasn't as defined as Remy's or Logan's, but it was definitely manly. He didn't have any hair on his chest, which was one of the things that she secretly liked. She loved a man who didn't have too much hair, because she loved to feel the smoothness of his skin. In an instant she was tempted to run her fingers along Warrens chest, and so she did.
She did it ever so lightly, relishing the emotions that were stirring inside of her. It had been too long since she felt tiny butterflies flutter in her stomach. She kneeled closer to his face, closing her eyes, as she inhaled the cologne that he wore, a powerful aphrodisiac. When she opened her eyes once again, she was surprised to find that his blue eyes were looking into her blue eyes.
"Angel's Storm, I'd thought you never come around. He said as he brought his hand around the back of her neck.
He pulled her closer to him, until they're lips met. He kissed her with such a hungry need, that Storm could barely catch her breath. She had never been kissed like that in all her life, and even though she had her eyes still closed, she pulled up quickly for air. She slowly opened her eyes, ready to take things to the next level if he wanted to. Then she lowered her eyes to look into his again. Then she realized that he had fallen asleep again.
Not wanting to wait, she nudged Warren roughly, to make him wake up. However all she got for her efforts was Warren rolling over on his stomach, and snoring that was loud enough to wake the entire mansion.
Storm stood up and headed for the door. Her knees were weak, and she had to hold on to a chair for support.
*How in the hell am I going to make it through to tomorrow * She thought as walked up to her room.
*Tomorrow is going to be a long day, and he probably won't even remember a damn thing*
Author's Note: Thought about this story, because it seems to me that not many people write about Warren Worthington. It's so unfair that Marvel ignores him the way they do. He's way too cool, to be stuck like that. So to all the Angel fans out there, this one's for you. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: Marvel not mine. Marvel not mine. Do not sue you big doodoo. (Sorry.)
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Warren Worthington was the type of man that always had everything that he ever wanted. He never lacked for anything, and his parents always provided for him in one way or the other. Even when his mutation grew out of control, they sent him to Xavier's School for the gifted, so that he could learn to control his powers.
He could throw money around, without ever having to want for nothing. However, this school has taught him a few hard lessons of life. It taught him that people do die, sometimes very young. He learned that not all people were equal, and he eventually learned that money couldn't buy everything. Including love.
He lost count of the amount of females that he had been with, while out on a single night on the town. He had no problems getting a number or two from the ladies. Whenever he wore his image inducer, he looked good enough to put Brad Pitt to shame. Women flocked to him as if he was the last man on the planet Earth. He had no problems getting women to notice him; it was just the ones that he really wanted that gave him the problems. It seemed that he also had a problem keeping the girl, once he got her.
His track record with the ladies wasn't exactly stellar by any means. He had always had a thing for Jean, but she was so stuck on Scott during their early years that she didn't even notice him. If she would only flirt as endlessly with him, as she did with Logan, then he would die a happy man.
Then there was Charlotte Jones, his forbidden fruit. He was the one who left. Who was it for again? He forgot who she was, but some other lady drugged him away from her. The last thing that he heard about her was that she was absorbed into the Phalanx entity. Another one bites the dust.
Then there was Psyclocke, beautiful when it began, and ugly when it ended. She dumped him and ran into the arms of another man. Neal. This man wasn't even man enough to save her from the monster that killed her. He hated thinking about her most of all, because in reality he was madly in love with her. Now she was gone, and there wasn't anything that he could do about that.
To him it seemed that money could buy everything, that is everything but love. Warren moved out of the mansion, and moved up to New York. He had no intentions of ever going to back, until he received an invitation to Jubilee's wedding. At least she was happy, and he couldn't stay here wallowing in self-pity.
He took a plane, and made it there in no time at all. The wedding wasn't for two days, but he wanted to hang out with his friends, before he went back to New York.
Once he arrived hugs were given and he walked up to Jubilee, and congratulated her on her upcoming nuptials. He was surprised to find out that she was marrying Nate Grey. It wasn't the Cable that fought along side of him, but this Nate was from an alternate universe. Warren hoped that their children would come out to be normal.
Things had definitely changed since the last time that he was here. Jean and Scott were still together, but they were always arguing. It seemed like they were constantly arguing about Logan. It seems that they have been flirting a little too much for Scott's taste, and so he was ending it.
Gambit and Rouge had moved out of the mansion, and got their own apartment. They were supposed to be married in three more months. He never imagined the day when he would see Remy actually get married. Then again they still had three months to go. If he managed to screw up with Rogue, then he'll be waiting even longer than that.
Hank had been seriously dating the reporter Trish Tilby. She was a real looker. If Hank hadn't one of his best friends, then he would've definitely asked her out himself.
Then there were those left who spent their time too absorbed in their work, that they neglected their social lives altogether. That would be Bobby, Charles, and Storm. Warren instantly felt sorry for them all. It's true that his luck with the ladies was pretty bad, but at least he could get dates. In a strange sense he could understand why Charles and Bobby didn't go out on dates that much. However, he was puzzled as to the reason why Storm neglected to go out. Sure she had a nasty break up with Forge, but that didn't mean that she would have to become a spinster because of it.
Storm was one of the most beautiful and exotic creatures that he had ever seen. He secretly loved the way her snowy white hair fell in long cascades down her back. He loved to see her smooth chocolate skin, shine in the sunshine. He loved the way her blue eyes reminded him of an ocean. She was the very epitome of a beautiful woman.
She shouldn't be alone. Hell she should have men flocking to her, just to be by her side. Yet, the only one who ever made any advancement to her was that loser Forge. The very man that had asked her to marry him, and then decided to call it off before she could even answer. What a loser.
Warren had considered asking her out himself, but then thought that a woman as classy as Storm would see straight through him. Warren was a little rich kid, born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Everything that he wanted, he usually got. So what would a man who has everything in the world, want with a woman, who was so down to earth and pure. Couldn't he just flash some money around to get the girl of his dreams? That had been a joke that Remy made up, and the joke was still passed around on certain occasions.
So I never made the advancement towards her, too afraid that she would realize my real intentions. Come on you already know what those intentions are. I am a man after all. So I came into the mansion without so much as a warm welcome from anybody but Jubilee. I probably only got a hug from her, because she knew I would probably have the best gift.
So I went into the living room, listening to everyone talking to each other in the hallway.
I sat down on the plush leather chair, and laid my head back on the couch. I must have drifted to sleep, because soon I felt someone tugging at my shirt. I opened my eyes 8o see my old partner in crime, Bobby Drake.
"There you go man! I've been looking all over for you. I'm heading out to get a drink, you wanna come?"
"What? What time is it?"
"Ten o'clock."
"Who else is going?"
"No one but me. I asked Logan, but he has some other plans for tonight. I need a designated driver, because I plan to get plastered."
"What if I wanted to get plastered myself man? I'm not going to a bar just to baby-sit you're tired butt. We'll take a cab."
"Sounds like a plan Bubba."
"Who in the hell is Bubba?"
"It's just a slang for…Man don't you ever watch Nash Bridges?"
"Nash Bridges? You actually watch a show with Don Johnson in it?"
"It's a good show."
"The same man that played in Miami Vice?"
"That was the show of the eighties."
"The show with Michael J. Thomas."
"Hey you sure know a lot about Don Johnson's shows to never have watched any of them."
"You have to admit the man has a way with the ladies."
"Eew. I don't know about that one. After all he did date Barbara Streisand, and Ellen Barkin."
"What's wrong with them, I think they're cute."
"Aw man, we really need to find you a woman and quick."
"What's that's supposed to mean?"
"That means that it's time to go get plastered Bubba. Let's go."
They called a taxicab, and went to a small local bar. They must have drunk a ton of liquor, and Warren still wasn't getting a decent buzz on. He was about to take a tenth shot of Vodka straight up, when he saw the hottest woman that he had ever seen.
She had long wavy blonde hair, which was tucked neatly under a tiger skinned cowboy hat. She wore a tight fitting halter top, with some skintight black leather jeans. She also wore a long flowing overcoat, which she removed once she sat at the bar. The bartender looked the woman up and down, as did Warren.
She looked over at Warren, and gave him one of the most beautiful smiles that he had seen in a long time.
The bartender handed Warren the whole bottle of Vodka, and then made his way to the young lady.
"What can I get for you today beautiful?" The bartender said leaning closer to her, in hopes of getting a better look at her cleavage.
"You can get her whatever her heart desires, and I'm sure it's not you." Warren chimed in.
The bartender looked at Warren with such contempt, that Bobby immediately began laughing out loud. He slapped the table, and immediately fell to the floor. Warren looked down at Bobby, and decided against trying to wake him up.
He looked at the young woman again, who smiled as soon as his eyes met hers.
"Thank you for the drink, and for handling that for me."
"No problem. Name's Warren Worthington, and you are?"
"Trisha Scarsdale, and I really want to personally thank you for buying me the beer."
"It was nothing."
"Wanna dance?"
"Sure, but I have to warn you I've drunk a lot of these tonight. I might end up falling on my face"
"That's alright, I'll find a way to keep you standing up all night long."
"Shall we dance?"
So they did. They both danced as fast as they could, when the fast songs came on. Then when the slow songs came on, they danced cheek to cheek. That is until their lips met, while on the dance floor.
Warren had never felt so alive, and he began kissing her with such ferocity that he didn't notice that she was trying to pull away from him. However, the bodyguards did, and rushed into him.
By being a fighter for the X-Men, he was easily able to dodge the big gorillas. That is until one of the big apes got behind Warren, and slugged him. At this time Bobby was now awaken from all of the commotion, and tried helping his friend. Even though they both were wasted, they still fought tooth and nail with these guys. Logan would be so proud.
They held out for a while until three cops came in, pointing guns at their heads. Warren had no problems taking these big thugs on in hand-to-hand combat, but he wasn't about to get shot and killed for some woman. So he raised his hands above his head, and waited while the cop patted him down. The cop patted Warren in the wrong place for far too long, so Warren stole the cop dead in the eye. The other two cops immediately tackled him. They were hauled into the back of the squad car then taken Downtown.
It was a good thing that they had thought to bring their fake ID'S, because Charles would freak out if they had been caught as mutants.
Once they arrived to the station, the smell of sweat and grime greeted their noses. It was a smell that made Warren's stomach churn. They were taken in for processing, and to their surprise Warren was a big wig for a major corporation. Bobby was an international soap opera star. He hated the day they chose those aliases. He had wanted to be something simple like a plumber, but Hank was quick to point out that plumbers don't usually have a wad of hundred dollar bills in his pockets either.
So in any case the aliases worked fine. The cop was just about to book and charge them, when Warren finally found his voice to speak.
"When do we get our call?"
"Well I guess you can make your call now."
"Do I have a bail?"
"You're bail is set at one thousand dollars."
"That's all!" Bobby exclaimed.
"Shut up Bobby. Can I make the call or what?"
"Phone's right in front of your face. What you want me to dial it for you moneybags? You got thirty minutes."
Warren dialed the number to the mansion, and glanced at the clock that read 2:30 A.M. someone picked up the phone and Warren immediately began speaking.
"I know it's two in the morning, but I'm in a bit of a jam. I need someone to come and pick up Bobby and me."
"Warren is this you?"
Crap. Out of all the people in the entire mansion, Storm had to be the one answered the phone. He was never going to hear the end of this now.
"Yeah it's me. Look Bobby and I are in jail. Our bail is set for… one thousand …dollars. Look, if you can get the money, without letting Charles know,.. I'll advance an extra thousand to whoever loans me the money."
"I have the money, but at least tell me what happened?"
"Look Rogue…I don't remember. All I can remember is hitting some cop."
"Oh my god, you're drunk! I thought that you said that you were giving that up!"
"No…No. No time. Can you come?"
"Yeah. I'll be there. Warren?"
Warren hung up the phone, before she could start asking more questions. They led them into their cells, and they waited until the cop came back two hours later.
Warren Worthy, and Bobby Druid you're free to go." Warren stood up, and was instantly hit with a wave of dizziness. He finally found his footing, and nudged Bobby to wake up. They left the cell, and were led out to the waiting area.
Storm stood there looking royally pissed, as some transient tried hitting on her. She kept inching away from the man, but no matter what she did he followed. Warren instantly walked up to her and put his arms around her waist. For a moment she looked as if she was about to hit him, for doing such a thing. Then she noticed that the transient was backing away slowly as if he didn't want to get into any trouble.
"She's taken man….So leave."
After the man left, Warren still had his arms wrapped protectively around Ororo's waist.
"Warren he's gone now, you can let go."
For an instant Warren looked at Storm as if she was speaking in her native tongue, but then it finally dawned on him what she meant. He removed his arms, and walked sloppily to her car. She opened the door, and Bobby was the first one in, and he laid out in the back seat, quickly falling asleep. Warren pushed the front seat back into its original position, and sat down and closed his door.
He wanted to do nothing but to close his eyes and sleep. However Ms. Munroe wasn't having any of that, so he calmly sat and listened while she rant and raved about what led him to be so careless.
"Warren, I'd expect this type of behavior from Bobby, but from you it's uncalled for. Do you think I appreciate being dragged out of my bed at 2:30 in morning, just so that I can bail your butt out of jail?"
"Maybe if you had somebody in your bed, I'd be spared from this hell that you're putting me through." He said under his breath as lightly as he could. Fortunately Storm hadn't heard what he had said, and continued with her lecture.
"Jubilee's wedding is in one day, the day after tomorrow. What would have happened if they didn't set a bail for you, what then? I'll tell you what; you would've missed the entire thing. That's what. Now I see the reason why Psyscloke left you in the first place. You're irresponsible!"
"Leave her out of this!! This has nothing to do with Psyscloke…She didn't leave me because I was irresponsible; she left because she never loved me. OK. She never loved me, the same as Jean, the same as Charlotte, the same as you! So don't give me that irresponsible crap! I have bent over backwards trying to make that woman love me, and she didn't. There's not one person in that entire mansion that cares or loves me!
You want to know why I left Charlotte? It wasn't because she was black, and I know that's what all of you believe anyway. I left her, because her work was more important than I was! Her love was to her job, and not me! That's why I left her. Hell I was madly in love with her too, but I didn't leave her because I was irresponsible! I even loved you, but did you even notice me. Hell no! You were too busy trying to sniff Remy's and Logan's drawers to even notice me. I guess that's cause you thought I was too irresponsible! Well screw all of you. I don't need anybody in my life, including you! So just leave me the hell alone!!"
Storm sat in shock, afraid to ask him any more questions. She wanted to talk to him, but she didn't want any more bones falling out of his closet and landing on her. It was true about what he said about her. She was never interested in him, because she did view him as a bit irresponsible. Irresponsibility was a major turn off for her, which was why she didn't date too many men. They were all irresponsible on some level. Not that she was into women, she wasn't, but she had yet to find the perfect man that was anything but irresponsible.
So she drove in silence, until they made it home.
*What did he mean by he love me too? * She wondered as she shut off the ignition.
She woke up Bobby first, who stumbled out of the car and made it up to his room.
She gathered her purse and turned to Warren who was facing the passenger window. She figured that he was just mad, and was waiting for her to get out of the car first. So she lightly touched his shoulder.
"Warren I know you're mad, but please say something? Warren?"
Warren turned to her and looked her up and down. It was obvious that he fell asleep on their drive back home, and Storm mentally kicked herself for thinking that he was awake.
"Storm? I didn't know that I called you from the bar? We intended to ride a cab back, but I'll pay you for the gas. You know I don't feel so good."
"Then please get out of my car!"
Warren opened the door, and leaned out of it so that he could puke on the ground. However his entire body fell to the ground, and he instantly fell asleep on the concrete ground."
"Dang, he really is drunk." Storm said as she dragged him to his room.
She laid him in his bed, and cautiously began to remove his soiled shirt, that now had motor oil all on it. She trashed the shirt, and went back to remove his shoes and socks. After she was done with that she looked at his pants that were also soiled with the oil, and wondered if she should just leave them on. Then she thought about his expensive bed sheets, and how upset he would be if they were ruined.
She remembered the time when Jubilee wasted some cherry Kool Aid on his sheets, and how he almost burst a gasket yelling at poor Jubes. So she slowly removed his Jeans, and placed them in the trash as well.
"Well I hope you don't remember any of this, because I would be certainly embarrassed if you did."
She was just about to cover his body up with his blanket, and she couldn't keep her eyes to herself. Warren wasn't a bad looking man, even with blue skin. Which was the case, because she had taken his image inducer off in the hallway. As she tried pulling him to his room, the image inducer kept digging into her hands, ruining her nails. So she removed it.
Now she stood there admiring how fit and muscular Warren had become. He was like the exquisite beautiful porcelain vase that everybody ignores, just to look at the Mona Lisa. Warren had been ignored too long, and his competition was Remy and Logan. She loved each man in his own special way, but she never even considered Warren. She thought about him as only a friend. She hadn't even thought of him as a man, until today.
His body wasn't as defined as Remy's or Logan's, but it was definitely manly. He didn't have any hair on his chest, which was one of the things that she secretly liked. She loved a man who didn't have too much hair, because she loved to feel the smoothness of his skin. In an instant she was tempted to run her fingers along Warrens chest, and so she did.
She did it ever so lightly, relishing the emotions that were stirring inside of her. It had been too long since she felt tiny butterflies flutter in her stomach. She kneeled closer to his face, closing her eyes, as she inhaled the cologne that he wore, a powerful aphrodisiac. When she opened her eyes once again, she was surprised to find that his blue eyes were looking into her blue eyes.
"Angel's Storm, I'd thought you never come around. He said as he brought his hand around the back of her neck.
He pulled her closer to him, until they're lips met. He kissed her with such a hungry need, that Storm could barely catch her breath. She had never been kissed like that in all her life, and even though she had her eyes still closed, she pulled up quickly for air. She slowly opened her eyes, ready to take things to the next level if he wanted to. Then she lowered her eyes to look into his again. Then she realized that he had fallen asleep again.
Not wanting to wait, she nudged Warren roughly, to make him wake up. However all she got for her efforts was Warren rolling over on his stomach, and snoring that was loud enough to wake the entire mansion.
Storm stood up and headed for the door. Her knees were weak, and she had to hold on to a chair for support.
*How in the hell am I going to make it through to tomorrow * She thought as walked up to her room.
*Tomorrow is going to be a long day, and he probably won't even remember a damn thing*
