Before you read this, I've seen the movie and this story has spoilers in it. Only one thing though, that every Rogue fan most likely saw coming anyway. But please, don't complain to me if I wrecked the film for you, because I'm warning you now. Hope you all enjoy and please, review. I'm trying to get at least 3 per chapter on the early ones.

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This isn't who ah am

Chapter Two – Don't want the world to see me

"Warren?" She asked delicately, she had seen his rage, one day at the mansion, just after the final battle, Rogue and Warren were in the kitchen, it was late and she could tell he was tired. He was trying to open a jar of something, she had long forgotten now, but he couldn't. Rogue had kindly walked round the counter and slipped the jar into her own hands and opened it easily.

She put it down on the counter gently, "There ya go. All ya needed is the right touch."

He snarled at her, and picked the jar up and twirled the lid back on it again and shoved it back into one of the high cabinets.

"Don't ya want it anymore?" Again he just growled, but this time he muttered under his breath. "Ah'm sorry, ah didn't get that."

He sighed and turned to look at her face on, they were the only ones in the kitchen so he spread his wings out behind him, making Rogue step back to the counter. "You're one to talk about touch now are you not?"

Rogue's face hardened and she held it high up to his, "What's that suppose ta mean?"

"Nothing." His wings pulled in and stepped back from her.

"Didn't sound lahke nothing." She said, walking out of the kitchen, she heard a cupboard be slammed shut and another growl.

The next day he had avoided her and when they met in the kitchen, alone again, he just watched her, with a disgusted look in his eyes, as she ate. She got out of there as quickly as she could, but it wasn't soon enough as he had whispered in her ear just before she had left.

"If you are cured, why are you still here?"

She never wanted to be on the end of his rage ever again.

"Warren? What the matter?" She reached out to him, his wings were shaking and she could see the tears fall to the ground below him, his face and body still hidden behind his wings.

"Don't touch me!" It was muffled but she could still here it. Words she hated so much. Even now that she could touch without the fear or knowledge that it would lead to her absorbing, she still hated those words, it was a constant reminder of what she used to suffer with and how most people reacted to her. She still remembered that Bobby had said those three little words to her once. He hadn't meant to, he had just woken up and didn't know what he was saying, but they still hurt, just like they hurt now, as Warren said them to her.

"What do you want meh ta do, Warren?" Getting worried now, she needed to help him, but she didn't know how. She walked over to him carefully, with caution, watching him for a move that will give her a chance to do something, or step back. He didn't give her any, he just stood there, in his cocoon, blocking the world out, blocking everyone, even the people who were there to help him.

She took another small step towards him, reaching her hand out; she touched the top of his head ever so lightly. Slowly he raised his head and looked at her, through tear stricken eyes. Slowly his wings opened and were tucked safely behind him, Rogue watched as they moved to his back, still out so she could see them; she traced every feather with her gaze and wondered how soft they must be.

She was looking at his wings. He couldn't get the thought out of his head, she was willingly looking at his wings. The thing that made him inhuman, that made him a monster, despite how many people called him an "Angel". That's why he decided for it to be his code name, a reminder that that's what he'll never be, no matter if he looked like one.

Most people got uncomfortable looking at his wings, or even standing near him when he had his coat on, knowing that his wings where just underneath it, even people at the institute still looked at him like he was different, no matter how many times he had said he was "Just another mutant" they all watched him like his was an angel.

Rogue knew he was "Just another mutant", she had confronted him once, when all the young mutants where asking him what god was like, she just walked in and told all the kids to move and turned to him, telling him he wasn't all what he made people to believe he was, that he was just a mutant and shouldn't abuse children's innocence by making them believe he was an angel. He hadn't been, they had just all come up to him, he didn't know what to do, he was thankful that Rogue had come and shooed them all away, and was kind of relived when she had told him that he was nothing more then a mutant. He liked to hear it from other people that he was not a divine being.

He had come to Rogue, because she was different, she knew what it was like to distance herself off from others, like he did, like he was still doing. He couldn't stop looking at her looking at his wings, it was intoxication. Her breathing was soft and she lightly took a small breath through her nose and released it out of her mouth slowly. Her full lips now moist because she just licked them, her eyes wide and staring with such a passion, he was having trouble standing still under her gaze.

"Rogue.. .. .." He watched as she turned to see his eyes fixed on her, she blushed and looked into his eyes as he spoke. "He's dead."

"What?" More worried now, she took hold of one his arms, looking up to him as he watched her, she felt worry and dread fill her. "Who?"

Warren looked down at his feet, he knew he had her worried, and for no reason really, it was just his father, not anyone she knew of cared about.

"My father." He spoke the words with less distaste then he expected, when someone in the mansion asked he spoke it with hatred, but now, he said it with the pain and sadness that he really felt. He didn't know why he cried for him, least of all in front of Rogue, the woman he had insulted and had insulted him on so many occasions.

Rogue's face softened and she moved herself so she faced him. "Oh Warren." Her voice was tender and sympathetic, she slowly took his arms and walked into them, she wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head in between his bare shoulder and neck.

He was shocked, no one had hugged him in awhile, he could hardly remember the last time someone had hugged him. He very carefully wrapped his arms around her. She felt so small in his arms, yet so warm and soft, he didn't hold onto her too tightly, it was a silly thought and he knew, but he afraid he might break her if he held her too hard.

After what seemed like forever, she gently backed out of his arms. She moved onto the grass around them, he had landed them just outside his mansion, in the forest around it. She sat on the grass and she motioned for him to join her but holding out her hands and gestured for him to come closer. He at down and had to move his wings out so he could, then bring them back in so he wasn't sitting on them.

"What happened?" Her voice still held all it's kindness, only now it was a little louder.

Warren was picking at the grass by his hands, and looking at it as he plucked it out of the ground. He wasn't sure he could look at her again. "Suicide." He heard her take a sharp gasp.

She bought her hand up to her mouth, she was shocked, she had never met Mr Warren Worthington II, but she had always known he was a strong willed and powerfully rich man. She couldn't figure out why he'd want to kill himself. It just didn't seem right, him and Warren had just made up before she left, what had happened that made him do something so extreme like kill himself?

As if Warren heard her questioning, he spoke again, "He was getting threats, again. Only this time I do not think he could take it anymore. Just wanted it all to end. Mutants kept coming to him for the Cure, but he had made a promise never to touch or give it to anyone ever again, one which he was sticking to. He was getting other threats from people who's powers were-" he stopped himself, he didn't want to make Rogue worry right now. He would tell her later.

"That's horrible. Who would do that?" Her shock and horror was clear, she was now looking at where Warren was picking the grass and dropping it back down, he had started doing it subconsciously as he watched her. Her hair shining in the light as it fell over her shoulder and covered some of her face.

"They think it was Magneto. Or one of them one his side, maybe Mystique." Warren spoke each other those words with hatred and Rogue understood, once she had heard both of them had been infected with the cure, she couldn't help but smirk. She had died thanks to them.

Warren noticed that her hands clenched as he spoke of Magneto and Mystique and the loathing look that crossed her face and was soon controlled and disappeared, but there was still an angry presence in her body posture. He didn't know the history that Rogue had with them two and what happened when she first came to the institute, so he was obviously confused at her irritated reaction to their mention.

"But ah thought both of them had lost their powers?" Rogue said, she looked down at her hands as she continued, "They had the cure, lahke meh."

"That's why they think it was them, but I guess it does not mean anything now." Warren looked at the woman in front of him, she looked so sad, kind of like she was ashamed of what she did. Warren felt guilty for a second, he had looked down on her for taking the cure when she was at the mansion, he always called her up on it, insulting her and making cruel and callous and unkind comments to her. He wondered if it was his fault she was like this now.

"Look, ya father, ah'm sorry, ah know ya two made it up and ah wish ah could have done something. Trust Mags an' Misty ta still do damage even after they've got no powers." She started picking at her hands, she kept pulling little bits of her skin on her hands in between her thumb and forth finger. Warren watched her do this and wondered if she even knew she was doing it, and if it was a habit she picked up from when she had to wear gloves all the time.

"Rogue, I didn't mean to take you away from your coffee, I just needed to get away from everyone. I.. .. I did not want to be alone." Warren was getting up and brushing the grass off his trousers. Rogue tried to get up but ended up falling back onto the grass with a soft thud. She tried again and found Warren's hand held down to her level, she reached up and took his hand in her own and he helped her stand up.

She started wiping the grass off her clothes and looked up to find Warren and found him only a couple inches away from her. She gasped and was about to step back when he moved down and a thought flashed through Rogue's mind. He was going to kiss her. She sucked in a small breath and the coldness of it made her see sense in this strange moment. She stepped back and lifted her hands lightly out to him to push him away if he got any closer.

She knew why she was pushing him away, she knew he was mourning and that he needed comfort right now, but she also knew that he would regret what ever he was going to do, and she knew what she wanted and didn't want and she didn't want Warren to kiss her. He had been so cruel to her when she was in the mansion and she just couldn't forgive him and start a relationship like that this fast. Who did he think she was? To just come in here and tell her about his father dying then except her to kiss him!

Warren just stood where he was, looking at her, she could see the guilt and sadness in his eyes and she knew he was yelling at himself mentally. She felt guilty that she had pushed him away, but she didn't feel it was her fault.

"Warren, ah know ya upset, but if all ya want out of me is some grieving sex then can ya leave, now." Rogue held out her arms to him and spoke very calmly, she had had self defence lessons now that she lived in New York and this was how they were told to deal with someone who you felt was about to assault you. She knew Warren wouldn't but she really didn't have a clue what else to do.

"No." He looked pissed at himself and he was taking a couple steps back away from her, which she was kind of appreciative of yet she didn't want him to take off.

Taking a couple of steps forward she held her arms out towards him still, and looked at him, searching him for a sign, any sign. When she reached arms length from him, she spoke quietly.

"Ah think, ya should take meh home now."

Warren nodded and held out his hand for her to take. God he was so stupid, he just wanted to be close to someone, someone who he could leave and not see often. That what he did, he always found it easier to talk to people he hardly knew then people near to him. He always spoke to the maid or one of the chefs when he had a problem when he was little. Now he came to Rogue, and made one massive cock up in that. He didn't know why he came to her, maybe it was all the times Logan and Bobby and Peter talked about her whenever they all went out drinking, but he knew that wasn't the only reason.

Rogue walked over to him and he took hold of her, picking her up in his arms, he pushed off from the ground. Rogue had readied herself for that, but she still grabbed hold of his neck tighter when they started to take off. A gasp escaped her lips as she looked down at the trees and the little people below her, how far down they were. How far up she was.

Gripping him tighter she looked across to him. His face was hard, full of concentration, whether it was focus on him flying whilst carrying another person without dropping them, or him trying to control his emotions.

His eyes focusing on the space in front of him, his blue eyes the same color as the sky around them. She was amazed at how god like he looked like. She wondered why he was so tormented right now, sure his father had died, but why was he so grief-stricken that he had come to her? She had a lot of time to think as he flew to New York, the only time she needed to talk to him was when he asked her where he had to go to get to her place. She gave him the directions and as they landed on the roof of her flat building, she felt suddenly uncomfortable as his arms started to leave her body. As he put her down he continued to just look at her as she sorted out her hair and clothes.

"I am sorry you know." Warren ran a hand through his hair.

Rogue looked up and gave him a warm smile, "Ah know." She said, wiping her trousers. "Look, thanks for the lift, it was .. .. different. Ah'm sorry 'bout ya father." She didn't really know what to say. It was very awkward and all she really wanted to do now was go back to that restaurant and get her bag back that she had just remembered she had left and maybe have another coffee and get that cheese cake she'd be wanting for a couple days now.

"I know you are, Rogue. I want to thank you for listening to me, I am sorry that I was kind of pathetic today."

"Nah, ah understand," She looked over to the door which led to the stairs where she could get to her flat then back to this man in front of her, and she knew he was still hurting, and that he would most likely go back to the mansion and put up a mask where he was fine and happy, but she knew better. "Ah'll see ya round."

Suddenly he rushed over to her and held her arms in his hands, lightly so not to hurt her, but the shock made her sharply breathe in and her eyes widened. "Come back."

She shook her head but didn't struggle against him, just stayed in his grasp and looked into his eyes. "Ah can't, ah've got a new life here. Ah got a job, ah got a place. Plus no one wants meh at the mansion, ah'm not a mutant anymore."

He nodded slightly, but didn't seem convinced. She didn't know why he would want her to go back to the mansion. He was the one that kept on telling her how she didn't deserve to be there, and she knew that he was one of the many reasons she left. Signing she pulled her arms from his hands, which he willing let her do, she walked over to the door and opened it. It was old and hadn't been used in awhile, so it was stiff to open and made a loud squealing noise when she did. She closed the door behind her and started to walk down the cold, concrete stairs.

Warren watched as she did this. God he was so stupid, he came here because he needed a friend, he needed someone he could trust and he knew why he came to her. No matter how many times he told himself that he went to her because she was different, he always knew that was only half the truth.

Growling to himself, he wondered if that was something he had picked up from Logan. He ran a hand through his hair and crouched down quickly and punched the ground before taking off to the skies.

As he flew, looking at his hand he frowned at how it was bleeding, it didn't hurt, well it most likely did, he just couldn't feel it.

Half an hour later he landed in the front of the Xavier Mansion, a kid ran up to him, her arms held out wide and a smile on her face.

Warren put a smile on his face and bent down, his wings spread out behind him, and as the little girl ran into his arms he stood up and spun her around. He heard her laugh and put her down and saw that she had a massive smile, with one of her front teeth missing.

"Paige Guthrie, what happened to your tooth, young lady?" He asked her in a joking way. Paige was a small blonde haired girl with big blue eyes, and a sweet smooth southern accent that reminded him of Rogue.

"Meh an' Illyana were playing an' Ah ran into a wall." She spoke with a lot of pride and happiness it made Warren smile at her innocence.

"Now does your brother know about this?" he said, he was bent down to her level and pointed at her big smiling mouth.

She shook her head fast and laughed. "Don't tell him."

"If I didn't know better little missy, I'd say you two are too alike, both running into walls all the time." Warren stood up and took her by her tiny hand.

"Ah know, Mr Angel," He smirked at the nick name she had affectionately given him, one that most of the students called him now too, even the older ones. "But he can go right through them! Ah saw him do it once!"

"I bet you did, kiddo." He opened the door the mansion with his free hand and walked in to see Ororo walking down the stairs. "Come on, Paige why don't you go show Peter that missing tooth you got there."

She smiled and ran off, but not before waving and saying bye to him. After she had gone round the corner, Warren waited for Ororo to finish descending the stairs. He walked over to her and she gave him a warm smile, one which he returned.

"Did you find her?" Her warm voice friendly and yet it was serious and hopeful as well.

Warren nodded and started to walk down the hall to his room. "Yes, she was.. .. fine. I talked to her, and she's got a new life, doesn't need to come back. She doesn't want to."

Ororo frowned and jogged a bit to keep up with him, "Warren, did you-"

"No! I did not, and I never will, so don't push me." His walking pace sped up and Ororo was finding it hard to catch up with him, especially with his wings blocking out the whole hall way.

"Warren, stop!" He did and turned around quickly, looking down to her, his wings rising behind him.

"'Ro, leave it okay. I did not tell her, and I never will, because she does not want me, and never will. She's moved on from here, now it is about time I did as well." He anger and misery was present in his low toned voice, his eyes were dark and his face tense. Ororo never liked it when he was like this, everyone knew his father had died now. Whilst he was gone it was on the news, and like most of the adults, the children saw it.

One thing that only a couple people know though, was Warren's "crush" on Rogue. That's what he called it, but Ororo knew better, so did the other adults. One night, a couple weeks after Rogue had left, all of the guys had gone out drinking, Ororo woke up to a very drunk Warren being carried down the hall by a tipsy Peter and Logan. She remembered smiling at the scene before her, and she watched as they walked him into his room, and she followed. Logan lit a cigar and walked out the room, beer in one of his hands which Ororo hadn't seen before.

Peter took Warren's shoes off and helped him onto the bed. Peter stood and smiled to Ororo, she could see he was slightly drunk because she had always known him to be serious and hardly ever smiled.

She walked over to Warren and pulled back the covers and sent Peter out and to go to bed. He nodded shyly and left before he said anything stupid. Too bad Warren couldn't do the same.

Ororo moved his legs onto the bed and pulled to covers over him, she was used to dealing with teenagers and the children of the mansion, she smiled at how she had to look after a fully grown man like he was a child.

She tucked the covers around him and was about to leave when he grabbed her by the wrist. She turned around and saw him looking her in the eyes, all sign of alcohol had left his face and he looked solemn.

"Why did I make her leave 'Ro? Why did she leave me?" His voice was cracking and he looked as if he was about to cry. Ororo didn't know what to do, she just stood there, holding his hand which held onto her wrist, it wasn't tight, and she could take him if she had too.

"Who? What's the matter Warren?" Ororo's voice was calm and she didn't want to scare him, she thought about leaving him, but her curiosity got the best of her.

"Rogue. I need her, but she left me. I made her leave." His voice was quite, she could hardly hear it.

Rogue. She had known about the rivalry between them before she left, the way he teased and harassed her. She realised now that all that provoking he was just trying to cover up the way he felt, just like a teenaged boy, she smiled inwardly at the irony.

"She didn't leave you."

Warren turned his back on her and let go of his hand. Ororo stood back and left him to go to sleep and left the room, turning the light off as she left, she shut the door and wondered if he would remember in the morning.

He did. And the next day pulled her over before their Danger Room session and told her he didn't mean anything he may or may not of said last night. Ororo went along with it, but she knew better.

Ororo watched as Warren slammed the door and turned away from him and ran straight into Logan.

"Damn it 'Ro." Ororo was thrown a couple meters away from him by the sheer force that he had, as she got up she rubbed her back in pain. "You good?"

"Yes, I feel like I just walked into a steel wall, nothing too bad."

"Here let me help you up." He reached his hand down to help her up and lifted her up as if she was a feather.

"Thanks Logan." So stood up straight and turned around to walk down the hall to where she had just come from.

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