My god Lady Wolf... that was a fast review. I only loaded chappie 23 about five mins ago... huh. And they say it takes 24hrs to load -they're wrong!

On another note... I'm taking it your American (sorry if you not...) but I was wondering what a, er 'schmore' is? I've probably spelt that wrong, but i'm pretty sure is pronounced like that.

X - Angel

Chapter 24

Warren sat beside Piper's bed, in the Medical bay, holding her hand. Jean had told him, if there was any change in her condition to call her immediatly. She had since set up another bed for herself, and was currently sleeping there.

It was neering Three in the morning, and Warren was just dropping off to sleep. He tried desperatly to keep his eye's open, but found it hard to resist.

He awoke, a few hours later, to have Jean slowly nudging his arm. "What is it?" He asked dozily, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"Someone wants to say hello." She fondly smiled at him, as he shot up, out of his seat, and looked over to Piper, who was now awake.

"Hey? How do you feel?" He asked, regaining hold of her hand.

Piper, drew in a breath. She still looked pretty tired. "Like I've been hit by a truck... but better than I was, I take it. Otherwise, I wouldnt be down here." She smiled, as she glanced around her surroundings.

"Well, we're back at the institute now. Your in good hands." Warren smiled. He watched then, as Piper fell back asleep, and he looked up to Jean with a slight worried expression to his face.

"It's alright." Jean whispered. "She's going to be a little week for a day or Two. We'll move her back into her bedroom later in the Morning." Jean explained.

It was neering Nine o'clock in the Morning, before Piper re-awoke. She looked down to her right, to see Warren asleep in the chair, and reached over to him.

"Warren?" She whispered, pocking at his arm.

"Hmm, what?" He asked as his eyes shot open, and he sat up straiter. Piper let out a quiet laugh.

"Hiya." She smiled, as he pulled the chair closer to the bed. "You okay?" She asked him.

Warren nodded in reply. "How long have you been awake?"

"Not long." She admitted. "Where is everyone?" She asked, glancing around.

"Oh,... hang on a second." Warren remembered, and darted behind the screen to wake Jean up.

"Hey Piper, how are you this morning?" She asked, checking over some of the equipment.

"Fine, a little tired, but good." Piper said, as she slowly sat herself up. "What day is it?" Piper asked looking over to Warren, as Jean, pulled the top half of the bed up.

"It's Boxing day." Warren smiled.

"Great Christmas then..." She smirked.

"Would you like something to eat?" Jean asked.

"I could murder some Scrambled egg's... or maybe even a fry - up?" Piper laughed.

Jean smiled. "Okay then, well if your good, we'll let you eat it in your room." Jean told her, as she brought over a wheelchair. Piper looked worried. "Dont worry!" Jean reasured her. "It's just to get you upstairs, you need to keep up your strength."

"Oh,... okay." Piper said, as she climbed off of the bed, and sat herself down in the chair.

Warren pushed her out of the room, escorted by Jean, and taking the elevator strait to the Second level of the Mansion, he set her in her bedroom.

"I'll go and make you some Egg's." Jean smiled, as she stayed in the elevator.

"Thankyou!" Piper called, as the door's closed.

Warren layed her down on the bed, and sat down beside her, after pulling the cover's up underneeth her chin.

"I have something for you..." Warren smiled proudly at her, reaching into his pocket's. He brought out a little Blue Box. "Happy Christmas." He smiled.

"Warren, you shouldnt have." Piper gasped sitting herself up to take the gift.

"It's alright, open it."He smiled, grinning from ear to ear.

Piper gave him an amussed look, and gingerly opened up the box. Inside lay a silver necklace, with a Glass pendant on the end. Incased in the glass, was a Single white feather.

"Oh Warren..." She said, holding it up to the light, as it cascasded a rainbow on the far wall. "It's beautifull." She whispered. She paused, just looking at it.

"I'm glad you like it." Warren replied, and placed a kiss on her cheek.

"I've got something for you also..." She said, and placed her hand down the side of her bed, and a largish box, slid itself out. "Here..." She said, as it hovered into his lap.

He opened the box lid up, to see a model of an Angel dressed in White, holding up an Orb above their head. Resting in the globe, was a cityscape, of Los Angeles, covered with Snow, and Glitter, which moved into a Snowstorm.

"I have it engraved... on it's base." Piper instructed, as she showed it to him. An inscription of a poem was engraved.

It read;

"Thou Angelic creature, take from heaven, which art not mine, and place upon thy hand,

A trinket of Gold, in it's most beautufull setting, lined with that of Diamonds..."

"I know, it doesnt make sense... it was just something I made up." She admitted, fealling embarrased.

"No," Warren disagreed. "It's wonderfull." He smiled over at her, shaking up the fake snow, and rested it down on the bedside table.

Piper sat there, and looked a little uncompfortable, and jumpy in her homely surrounding's. "It's alright now..." Warren comforted seeing the look in her eyes.. "It's all over, and your safe and home now." He smiled, taking hold of her hand.

"I know..." She smiled back at him, just as Jean came into the room.

"Breakfast is served." She said, and layed down a tray with some scrambled egg's and bacon, on the bed.

"Looks delicious. Thankyou." She said, as Jean simply smiled at her and left the room.

The teacher walked down the hall, on her way to her room, and stopped just short of Cabbie's room. She knocked on the door, rather loudly. "Rise and shine Cabbie. It's Nine thirty!" She shouted.

"Shit!" Logan whispered harshly sitting up, as he pushed Camelia from his chest.

"Whats the matter?" Cabbie asked, pulling the quilt up over herself.

"It's Jean..." Logan hissed stumbling over her, and then tripped up, falling on the floor with a thud.

"Camelia, are you alright?" Jean asked at the door.

Cabbie tried to stop herself from laughing as Logan sat on the floor, pulling up his jean's. "Erm... I'm fine!" She called out.

"Are you sure? I thought I heard something?" Jean asked once more, with her hand on the doorknob.

"No really, I'm okay. Everythings fine!" She let out a squeal to stop herself from laughing, at which point Jean burst in the room, to just see Logan ducking down behind the bed.

"Who's that?" Jean asked, walking into the room.

"No one." Cabbie blatantly lied, a childlike smile adorned her face, as her cheeks were the colour of roses.

Jean raised an eyebrow, and walked around the bed. Her eyes shot wider, as she saw Logan lying down on his back, looking quite embarrased. "Nice pant's." Jean quipped, as she tried not to laugh. "I think I'll be going now..." She said, quite cooly. "I'll just... leave you two alone." She winked at Cabbie before shutting the door behind her.

Cabbie lent over the bed, and looked at Logan. "Oop's?" She shrugged, innocently.

"Dickie boy is soo going to here about this..." Logan grumbled, and slapped his hand onto his forehead, and let out an embarrased chortle, and sighed. "Great..."