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(Excuse my really bad Rogue accent... I can't think how else to type it!! So I apologise!!)

Chapter 2 - Distraction

Rogue flew around the telekenetic bubble Jean had put her in, wondering why she'd do that to her. She punched the side and made the whole thing rotate and spin. She sat on the floor and pouted, wishing she could get out of the stupid thing.

"Rogue? Sitting around when she's trapped? Now that is surprising."

Rogue turned full of horror to face the speaker, then ground her teeth in anger and frustration. When she spoke she made her voice light and friendly, relaxing slightly, remembering that she could trust this person.

"Warren, what d'yah want? Gonna help a gal in who's in trouble? Do yah darin' rescue thing, Angel?" Her accent was thick and almost teased him. He ruffled his wings and stepped forward.

"Promise not to injure me if I do help you?"

Rogue fluttered her lashes and nodded, "Whatever yah say sugah..."

The playboy X-Man rolled his eyes and reached through the bubble. As her delicate gloved hand touched his own he jumped nervously. Calming himself with the thoughts her deadly skin wouldn't hurt him, nor would her amazing strength, he took her other hand and pulled releasing her.

"Jean must've let go... or I couldn't have got through at all Rogue. What's going on around here? You steal a kiss from Scott or something, or just her makeup again?" The blonde-haired mutant laughed at the outraged reaction he got.

"Ah never took that stuff without askin' her! She just don't remember Warren, yah gotta believe me. Jean just-"

He cut her off by knocking her back with a sweep of his wings, then placed a finger against his own lips, still silently laughing. Rogue grinned and put her index finger on his lips, moving his aside.

"Don't be so mean t' me Angel, it's hard for me t' trust yah as it is..."

Warren nodded, his shoulders shaking. Then he suddenly stood up straight, his eyes fixed and expression locked. His muscles began to shudder and he moved backward, taking measured steps, seemingly not in control of his body.

Rogue grabbed his tailored jacket. "Warren? Angel? Answer me, stop bein' liake this!"

Warren backed into the wall and stopped, unblinking, looking at the opposite wall, as if seeing a ghost. Rogue ran at the wall and threw herself through it, feeling her body reacting in slight pain as it collapsed under the strain of her remarkable mutation.

She found herself stopping suddenly, just as she came face to face with a very angry Logan. She hugged him lightly, throwing her arms around his neck.

"We need help Logan, Warren's stuck or somethin'. We just gotta tell the Professor!"

Logan grunted and nodded, taking her arms and clamping them around his torso, his back to her chest.

"All raight sugah, but yah'd better not complain if it gets bumpy when ah fly"

With that she took off, leaving the winged mutant helpless against his captor.

"Well now Warren Worthington, I think we'd better have a chat. Don't you?"

Eyes full of dark fire burned above a mouth that was twisted into a smile, upon a face that had infinite power.