Darkness. Quiet. She was floating. It was calm. Like a dream. Was she dreaming? Was she dead? She didn't care. Here, there was peace like she had never known. But there was longing, too. And with that longing came the presence. It was strong, formidable. And within her. A part of her. He was calling her, he needed her.
"Rogue! I thought you said she was, like, awake?"
"I said she was waking up."
Rogue didn't want to open her eyes. It was too comforting where she was. Unconsciously she stretched a little.
"Rogue, it's me, Kitty! Come on, you're, like, totally faking it now!" Rogue peeped one eye open and stared straight into Kitty's. "Told ya she was faking."
Rogue opened both eyes to see who Kitty was talking to but only saw a big blue furry wall. Mr. McCoy, a.k.a. Beast. She was disappointed but didn't know why. Kitty leaned over and pressed a button raising her bed up into a sitting position. Then, satisfied with that, she launched herself at Rogue.
"Don't ever do that again! I was like TOTALLY freaking. You got all carried in, and that Angel dude wouldn't let anyone touch you, Logan was p'oed at that, and you were in a coma."
"Asleep," Mr. McCoy interjected.
"For like a week. We were all worried. Are you alright? You want some muffins? I just made some!"
"Rogue is not allowed to have solid foods just yet, Kitty." Mr. McCoy winked at Rogue over his shoulder, everyone but Kitty knowing that by solid he meant break-your-tooth-solid, hard-as-a-rock solid, throw-through-a-wall solid.
Rogue's thoughts would have continued along those lines for a while but at that moment pandemonium broke out. The X-Men, along with all the new recruits descended on Rogue, making sure she was alright, that she had everything, telling her what happened. And through it all, Warren was nowhere to be seen.
A week later, Rogue was finally allowed to leave the med lab, and return to her bedroom, alone thankfully, she had gotten her own room when the mansion had been rebuilt. She was lying on her bed, content to be lazy and not answer any annoying questions asked a million times by millions of people, or so it seemed.
There was a knock at the door, Rogue's belly jumped and tightened. She wouldn't even hazard a guess as to who it could have been, but hell, she could hope.
"Come in," she called out. The door opened and a small figure in the doorframe lunged into the room and slammed the door shut. "Jamie?" Rogue asked. The light was out, she preferred the dark, headaches you know? The little person, who had rocketed into her room, crawled onto the bed and hugged Rogue. Tears pricked her eyes; no one had ever voluntarily gotten close to her since her mutation. "What's wrong, sugah?"
"Don't ever do that again, promise?" Now, in this bedroom, all pretense of matureness dissolved, because inside no matter what he did or said, Jamie was young, barely eleven, and still needed to be held every once and a while.
"Ah promise." Jaime hugged her tighter for a second, then walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him. A tear slid down her cheek, she had a soft spot for Jaime. Not many kids would've handled their mutation manifesting at such an early age as well as he did, that took guts, and Rogue admired that.
"What's wrong?" The voice came from the balcony, which she had left open in an attempt for fresh air. Rogue jumped a good two inches into the air at the sound of the voice. Turning she expected to see an enemy or someone like that, she didn't expect to see Warren. She had given up hope of him coming to see her anytime soon.
"Nothin'." Warren stepped out of the shadows. He was even more gorgeous than she remembered. Course she only just saw him a week ago, but still memories fade. "What are yah doin' here?"
"I thought I would come and see how you're doing?" Rogue loved his voice. It had the slightest British accent, and went so smoothly. "And maybe..." Rogue was standing now.
"And maybe...what?" Rogue asked. The steady blush working its way up his neck to his face fascinated her.
"And maybe take you out to dinner." Seeing the shocked look on her face, Warren jumped to the wrong conclusion. "You're right, its stupid forget I said anything."
Warren moved to leave, but Rogue moved a hand to stop him. "Its not stupid, just surprising. Ah mean, most people don't want to come close to me, let alone date me."
"Who said anything about dating?" Warren asked, Rogue paled and back up a step. "I don't was to just date you, I want you to be my girlfriend."
Rogue smiled at him, that surprising smile, the one she gives that takes you completely by surprise and you can't stop smiling back. "Ok."
Warren held out his hand, and Rogue put her gloved one in his. Then lifting her up, Warren leaped off the balcony and flew into the sky.
