Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Not X-men. Nothing. But I have come to the conclusion that I do own Andrew. HE'S MINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mwhaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sorry for the lateness of the update but I really didn't want to add another chapter but I realised I had too.

Andrew was true to his word. He made sure that Rogue lived a long and happy life. She finally learned how to control her powers and could finally touch people without fear of hurting them. After the beating I gave colossus I am happy to report that he never bothered her again. In fact he ran back to Russia with his tail between his legs.

Deciding she had seen enough of the institute Rogue left and bought a nice house in Mississippi, with a white picket fence and a stone path leading up to the front door. And there was a large green garden where her little girl could play for hours underneath the bright sunlight. That was what she was doing right now.

She had beautiful green eyes just like her mother and long, wavy, auburn hair. She looked up to where I was standing watching her and smiled. "You're Back! MAMA, MAMA!! HE'S BACK, HE'S BACK!!"

I watched as Rogue came running out of the front door smiling the way she always did. I held her in my arms and said, "Did ya miss me chere?"

"Miss ya Sugah? Nah. Not at all." she said and held me tighter.

I felt a tug on my trench coat and looked down into the smiling face of my little girl, "Papa?" "Oui ma petit chere?" "Can ya tell meh de story 'bout ya bein a guardian angel?"

"Oh, I don know petit. Aren't ya tired of it?"

"Pwease papa!!"

"Ok petit. A while ago, before yo' were born…….."

And then it hit me. As I told the story I had told ma little girl all these years, I finally understood what it was all about. Being a Guardian Angel wasn't my easiest job. In fact it must have been my hardest. I really didn't know what to do as an Angel, I know now what an Angels purpose is. The truth is, they are here to help. I know now that an Angel doesn't need to have wings or white robes. An Angel can be anyone. People who love you, people who care for you. An Angel doesn't need to be dead, or some cosmic being that you know you'll never see again. An Angel could be the stranger that sees us in pain and reaches out to help us. But no matter who an Angel is they're always there, always watching just waiting for when you're going to need them. Waiting for when your going to need their help.

"…………an den when I had stopped falling everythin' went black. The next t'in' I know I be wakin' up in de hospital wit dis woman starin' right in ma face, dis, angel and she said-"

" 'what the hell took ya so long swamp rat.'" and den ya an mama lived happily eva' after." said my petit.

"Yeah." I said looking down at my wife, ma chere, ma angel. "Happily eva' after."

THE END