ManualImpact: That was my first cliffhanger. Sorry it irked you but I had to make sure the next part fitted for the story so I ended it there. I think that Warren currently holds the title for the best flying X-Man, so I wanted to show his element. The suspense ends here! Well it ends for now…

Jubes2681: The next few chapters will deal with Bobby. Let's just say that he will have a lot to say.

Anything but ordinary3: Sadly no, Mr. McCoy will still be appearing at the end of the story. I'm not sure when that will be but it's not soon. It's not that I have anything against him but I want to keep the focus on Warren and Bobby for now.

I'm sorry about the delay. I've been distracted again by school and other personal stuff.

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"ARGGHHH!!!" Bobbys' scream tore through me, and if I was less alert I might have dropped him in shock. His eyes shut tightly, trying in vain to keep the fresh tears at bay before they streamed down his cheeks. He attempted to silences his painful cries as well but they escaped him anyway.

"Bring him to me, Angel!" The Prof telepathically ordered me. I blinked in surprise, as I didn't recall flying down to earth. Not that it really matter at the moment.

"What's wrong with him?" But I was ignored as the Prof gently took a hold of Bobbys' wrist. I winced as another shout of agony ripped through the kids' throat. God what had happened up there? Was he going to be okay?

"Shh…easy lad." Xavier soothed. Then a harsh, almost cold voice ordered me to get the First Aid kit from the back of his wheelchair. I did so without a peep and decided to stand away from both of them until I heard the verdict. Fairly soon Scott finally arrived on the scene, gasping for breath as he made his way straight to the kids' side. Scott opened his mouth but hesitated as if he wasn't sure he wanted to know the answer.

With a great sigh the Prof began probe Bobbys' left arm again. This time no yells issued from the kid. He sat by bravely trying to master himself in front of us. Like he was afraid what we would think him less of a person for crying when hurt.

"It looks like a fracture." Xavier suddenly proclaimed, startling us all from our own thoughts. "Still I would like to get an X-ray to be sure…and this is the only injury?"

Bobby nodded.

"Get changed then X-Men; we are going to the hospital." Scott took that as his cue to usher his friend away. Bobby was actually dressed in 'civilian cloths' already since no one thought it was right to have him fall in his underwear.

"Would you mind going over what happened, Angel?"

"I-I'm not really sure myself, sir." That much was true; I still was trying to piece together what had gone wrong. I knew Bobby didn't relax his body too much…

"You stopped mid-air." He responded a bit callously.

"What are--?"

"You let Robert fall into your arms." His eyes narrowed accusingly. "You were meant to match his speed, and then gradually break his descent. If he had fallen from a higher height Bobby would fall through terminal velocity and your 'rescue' would have broken every bone in his body."

I winced with every blow as he gave me the 'talk'. He said I was careless, endangered others, too impulsive. Not good qualities in a teammate. Or an X-Man for that matter. It was far worse than any of his other 'chats.' This time he made me feel inhuman, like I had actually meant to hurt Bobby. Like I was so cruel spoiled rich kid that got his kicks from taunting those I deemed less than me.

Afterwards I threw the 'street cloths' over my uniform and sat in the drivers seat in the car to wait for the others. All I could do was think about the accident. Bobbys' scream, his tears of pain and the lecture. For some reason the thought of the Profs' little talk down didn't have the same effect as the other ones. Usually I didn't like to dwell on it as it would only make me for worse about my actions. This time however I realized I pissed. How dare he talk to me like that! Telling me to shape up or ship out! It wasn't even totally my fault! Bobby didn't let his body go totally limp but did anyone else mention this? Hell no!

Perfect Charles Xavier could place blame all he liked but no one could make an honest mistake. If I did that automatically made me the bad guy, right? I had to either be heartless or a moron for messing up. Because the great Charles Xavier never made mistakes, so it had to be me.

In truth I didn't want to feel the guilt anymore. I wanted to hold on to my righteous anger and drown out anything else. I wasn't use to feeling bad about anything and when I did feel that sensation it made mad. I knew I wasn't sorely to blame. Though it wasn't like Xavier would began tearing down Bobby anytime soon. I knew it was childish but I needed someone to believe me and point a finger at Bobby for his part in this. In my mind it was only fair.

I was brought back to reality when I heard the doors click open. I stared straight ahead as I was painfully aware of the three sets of eyes that would be boring into me. Once everyone was seated (the Professor sitting next to me) I started the engine. I was told in an emotionless voice what directions to take and that was all the talking any of us did on the ride.

It's funny how the mind works when you're plagued with conflicting emotions. I didn't even realize we were even at the hospital before I heard the nurse telling us to wait in the lobby. Xavier had apparently left with Bobby and I was stuck with a very sore faced Scott Summers. Though that was his normal face, you could tell he was upset this time by the clenched fists. Who wants to bet he's going to direct his latest hissy fit on me? To his credit Slim managed to restrain himself enough till the nurse came back to us.

"How is he?" Scott asked.

"Mr. Drake will be alright. Luckily his wrist was just fractured and not broken." She answered in an annoyingly sweet voice.

"When will we see him?" I wanted this over with as quickly as possible. With one of us injured the Professor would most likely have us returning to the school. The soon we left this dump the better.

"I'm not sure; the doctor is still with them." Giving us another sparkling smile she departed and I felt my stomach drop. I knew my day was about to get worse. Scott, never being one to disappoint, turned to me.

"What were you thinking? You could of seriously--"

"What was I thinking?! New flash not everything is my f--!"

"Will you two gentlemen please be quiet? This is a hospital!" An irritated man hissed at us from behind his Penthouse magazine. That was just wrong.

"Uh…right. Sorry about that sir." Scott mumbled. After a brief search he had found an unoccupied room for us for continue our little chat in.

"Well?" I said impatiently. "What is it now Scott? Come to find something else to pin on me?"

"You should have been more careful!" He shot back. "Did you go through the lesson plans the Professor gave you?"

Though he said the last part like he was generally concerned I gave him the coldest glare I could muster. One I was sure would make even Iceman shiver. "Yes I went over the plans." I growled through gritted teeth. "I went over the safety rule as well. Despite what you think, Summers," I spat his surname like a curse word, "I am not reckless. I know what I'm doing."

Maybe it was the way I moved or the manner I spoke, either way the resolve in Scott broke down. The anger he tried so hard everyday of his life to lock away, to control was set loose.

"If that was true we wouldn't be here." He hissed venomously.

A/N: In UXM 147 Angel catches Storm and thinks how he could break every bone in her body if he didn't match her speed.

Next Chapter: More of the chat with Warren and Scott, and maybe another shock for the boys.