A/N: Well welcome back my naughty little monkeys, (yeah I watch way to much Craig Ferguson but what is new?) Have I kept you on tender hooks for long enough? I dunno … okay I will update hope you like it!

Chapter Twelve

Rory looked over at Warren. He was standing staring at her. It was as if time was standing still. She slowly stumbled forward and then fell to her knees, then slumped to her side staring up at the big black sky.

"No," Warren yelled running over to her. He knelt beside her, his hands hovering over her wanting instructions on how to make it better, how to help her. "Rory…"

She blinked a few times as if only just seeing him. "Warren… I…." Warren looked over his shoulder; the guy was half way across the park by now. Warren looked back at Rory she was staring at him. "This was where we first met… " She said quietly giving him a small smile. He looked at her.

"Look, Rory, everything is going to be okay, okay?" He found himself telling her looking at the gunshot. Her blood was seeping into her white peasant blouse.

"Warren," He looked at her, she was watching him. "Just so you know, I think I am in love with you."

He couldn't take it all in, "Look you can tell me later kay? I just have to get you some help."

She smiled at him calmly, "Just so you know," She said quietly watching him. Her eyelids fluttered a few time before she closed her eyes.

"No! Rory, stay with me kay? Please Rory stay with me," He said picking her head up off the pavement. "Please, this is my fault. I never wanted you to get hurt."

"I will call an ambulance." Warren father said pulling out a cell phone, "We can get her to a hospital," He said confidently.

"What's the point Dad, she is a mutant remember they won't treat her." Warren snapped coldly over his shoulder at his father. He couldn't take his eyes off Rory.

It was his fault; he had begged her to come. She couldn't leave him, he hadn't told her how he felt. He shook his head looking at her and made a decision.

He slipped an arm under her legs and another around her shoulders. He turned to his father. "Call the Towers," He ordered. "Get a doctor there as soon as possible and meet me there," He stretched his wings.

His father nodded slightly taken aback by the proceedings in front of him. The Towers was the apartment building that the Worthington's owned in the city centre of San Francisco. The two top floors were an enormous penthouse that the Worthington's lived in.

"I… I will," His father stuttered. Warren kicked off the ground with as much force as he could muster.

Rory was getting cold as he flew over the harbour. He wouldn't give up on her, he couldn't. He had never flown faster in his life it seemed then when he was trying to save her.