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This isn't who ah am

Chapter Six - Trust makes a bitter mess

It was Saturday, and Rogue was rushing around her little flat, cleaning quickly. She picked up two magazines on the floor next to the sofa and realising that she had no room on the coffee table she shoved it under the sofa and went to fluffing the pillows. She brushed her hand over her hair so it wasn't in her face, and glanced over to the clock on the wall. Nearly one. Why did she have to stay up with Stace half the night, having a girls night and looking though magazines and the internet to find information of Calvin, any wives he may have, dirty secrets that Rogue should really know about. They didn't find anything just that once he had gone to a night club where a guy had gotten killed, but it was the next night from when Calvin had gone and the guy who did it was caught and now in jail. But it had still been fun, except she had over slept and now was hastily tidying before the man who loaned her the money to set her up in New York came round.

She tried convincing herself that she didn't care what he thought about where she lived or how she kept her flat, whether it be clean or messy, but she couldn't help but feel that she had to show him that even if she didn't live in a great place, like the mansion was, she was making it on her own, and could be responsible and at least keep a flat tidy.

She stood up and looking in a mirror on the wall and sorted her messy hair out before moving closer and picking up a lip gloss on the counter and applying it to her lips quickly before taking it and walking into her room, throwing it on her bed, which was still unmade, and shutting the door behind her. There's no reason he should need to go into my room, she thought as her bedroom door clicked shut.

She turned and scanned over the living room and the open kitchen and smiled at what she saw, it was amazing how ten minutes of manic tidying and hiding junk could do to a small flat like hers. She was about to walk to the bathroom to do something more with her appearance but was stopped when she heard a knock at the door.

She froze. Not sure why she did it, but she did. She felt the noise echo in the room and it was almost like the door was daunting and was over whelming her. Why would Warren want to see her anyway? It not like she owed him the money anymore, she paid him all back for it. Maybe it was because of the other day, when he came to see her after his father had died. She doubted that, he had called her and sounded very professional over the phone, she doubted it was anything to do with his personal life. But that just caused her to worry more.

She slowly walked over to the door, looking around as she did, in case she had missed anything in sight. She reached up to the peep hole and saw that it was Stace, she sighed with relief and hurriedly opened the door. When she did she smiled at the happy looking Stace, who was nearly beaming with joy and excitement. Rogue was about to wonder why when Stace showed her.

"Look who I found," she said, before shoving a man into Rogue's flat and into her at the same time. When Rogue regained her balance she looked up to see Warren, who had a very confused look on his face.

Rogue turned from him to glare at Stace. "Thanks Stace, he's fine now, ya can leave." She growled from clenched teeth.

"Okay, bye Rogue, bye Warren, nice meeting you!" She said, grabbing the door handle and winking at Rogue before shutting the door.

Rogue looked around the room again, no feeling extremely uncomfortable. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and looked over at Warren, "Sorry 'bout Stace, she's a bit," She paused, trying to think of the right word to use to describe her best friend, finding none she just said "Like that sometimes." before brushing past Warren to the kitchen area. "Would ya lahke anythin' ta drink?" She looked over at Warren, who simply held up two paper cups in a cardboard tray. Rogue smiled at his small token of a gift, it was like a way of bringing flowers or a small gift for the host, only the New York way, where it was all about Coffee. "Okay then, ya wanna just sit down then?"

Warren nodded and walked over to the sofa, sitting down at the end so to save room for her, whist placing the coffee cups down on the table, he spoke for the first time since being there, "I guess you'r wondering why I called you."

Rogue sat down on the other half of the sofa and crossed her legs, "Yeah, the thought had struck meh." She said, trying to be calm, but still feeling an over whelming feeling of dread that he was about to kill her or something.

Taking both of the coffee cups out of the cardboard holder, he held one out to Rogue, who took it carefully and then taking a sip of his own. "Well," he started, quickly licking his lips to take any traces of coffee from them, "It might be a strange question, but have your powers been acting weird lately? Like any traces of them coming back, or just the feeling of them appear?"

Rogue stared at him like he had admitted to her about cheating on her or killing someone. Taking the plastic lid off the cup and setting it on the coffee table, next to the grey cup holder. "No, Why?" she looked up into his stony face, she knew Warren, he wasn't one to sugar-coat or prolong anything that needs to be said, she sometimes wondered if that's why they didn't get on, they were both so alike that they repelled each other, like a magnet.

"I have a report on a mutant who had received the cure, but their mutant gene fought the cure and eventually became immune to it."

"Causin' their powers ta return." She finished off what he was saying for him. Both of their voices were neutral and held so much knowledge and wisdom yet regret that it would be hard to believe they were both early twenty's, him twenty four and her only twenty.

"Yes." She could feel Warren's heated gaze on her face as she looked down at the coffee in her hand. She lifted it to her lips and took a gulp of it, with wasn't hot which she was thankful for. "I'm sorry, Rogue."

She torn her gaze from the coffee and looked at him in the eyes, his blue eyes that were calm and soft and had little crinkles surrounding them. "Who was the mutant? Was it Magneto? Please tell meh it wasn't Magneto." She asked him, her voice firm and harsh, it wasn't directed at him, but at the subject. Just the idea of Magneto returning to full power was a scary thing, and a very bad thing now that Xavier was gone.

Warren was reminded yet again of why he loved the woman in front of him, it wasn't just her stunning looks, but her compassion. He had just told her that her powers were eventually going to come back, causing her to never be able to have physical human contact unless absorbing their life out of them, yet she was sitting there worried about other people, other things far bigger then her. Just her sheer selflessness made him want to hold her and take her flying in the skies, away from everything.

"No, it was Mystique."

Rogue stood up, bringing a hand to her forehead and taking another sip gulp of her coffee, "Is she locked up?"

"Yes."

"That won't stop her!" Rogue whispered to herself.

Joining her and standing next to her, Warren put a hand on her shoulder, "What about you Rogue?"

Rogue shook her head and placed the coffee cup on a side table before taking both her hands and massaging her temples. "Ah'm fine. It's just ya don't know what she can do!"

Warren took Rogue and turned her lightly so she was facing him, "Rogue, you need to calm down, stop worrying about them."

Her eyes started searching his and the rest of his face. His stern features were tense and she frowned at that, that he was never relaxed or calm. And then it crashed down on her, her powers would come back, she would never be able to touch again, not that she touched many people now, but just knowing she could wear clothes that showed her arms or hands or legs made her feel more free. If anyone found out she would lose her job, the only thing that she had supporting her right now. Her eyes started tearing and everything became blurry, her breathing became shallow and she gripped onto Warrens arms as if they were the only thing keeping her up as she lost use of her legs and felt extremely sick.

"When?" she whispered out to him.

"I don't know, it could be anytime. You just needed to be warned, so you can be aware-" Warren said, his voice now less monotone and unemotional before he was cut off by Rogue.

"Aware? Why? Couldn't ya let meh enjoy mah self fo' once? Gawd, ah know ya hate meh, but this is just cruel." Rogue started to yell, yanking her arms from his and leaning back against the wall behind her and slowly sliding down it, glaring at him with a look of disgust and repulsion.

Warren bent down next to her, "No. No, I would never do that. You needed to know, what if you were with someone, touching someone when they came back?" trying to explain himself, not wanting her to hate him.

Rogue pushed him away, "Well thank ya! Now ah can start wearin' all those gloves an' scarf's ah've been keepin' tucked so nicely in the back of mah cubboard!" Warren closed his eyes and felt so guilty that he wanted to rip out his heart and give it to hers if it made hers stop hurting. It pained him to see her like this, she was always so strong around him, held herself so well and never let anyone see her like this, but here she was, crying and yelling.

He reached out to her put she just looked up and glared at him, standing up slowly she pointed out a finger into his chest. "Ah hope ya happy, ya just couldn't see meh happy cause that's not fair is it? Cause ah too the "Cowards way out", but ya don't know what its lahke, ya just don't know! Ah hope ya happy, cause ah won't be, ya can't even begin ta imagine what its lahke. Ta have people around ya, even just a person who ya love, who ya care about yet ya can't even hug, ya can't even give a kiss on the cheek!"

Warren looked down at his feet, he now remembered why he was here, why he was the one telling her. She was always going to hate him, she would never forgive him for wrecking her life, her last moments of happiness, and he didn't think he could let anyone she loved or cared about like Ororo or Logan telling her. Because she needed them, she would never need him.

"I'm sorry."

"No!" She was so angry she didn't know how she was keeping it all in right now. "Ya not, cause if ya were, ya'd have let meh find out fo' mah self." Her voice broke and she dropped her hands and heads down.

Warren knew he should leave, and he was about to, but he just needed to ask her something, something to make him feel slightly better. He walked to the door and opened it, taking one step out he turned to look at the woman he loved, the woman he had made cry and hurt so badly that he wanted to hurt himself just so he could get revenge on himself for doing this to her. "Would you have liked to know it was going to happen the first time?"

Rogue sat down on the sofa and heard the door click shut. She grabbed a pillow from next to her and screamed into it, after a couple seconds of screaming she removed it from her face, needing air and let it fall down next to her, "Yes." She muttered to herself and she laid down on the sofa, bringing her legs to her chest, "Ah would have. Thank ya." Before falling into a light sleep which was much needed after the emotional strain of this past half hour.

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Warren sat in his car, feeling so much despair he felt like he was going to cry yet rip out his heart all at the same time. His wings were hurting, and he wasn't sure if that was his emotions causing a physical pain to represent his mental pain or if it was because he had been keeping them pressed against him tightly for the past week, not letting them out for a second, out of fear that someone will see him, or he'll get the urge to fly and someone will see him then.

He sometimes wondered what it would have been like if he had taken the cure. He heard about Rogue's experience with it along with other mutants, and it sounded horrible. A mixture of pain, and feeling like you were being physically stabbed yet numb all at the same time. He knew that Rogue couldn't touch anything for the next couple of hours after she had taken the cure, not because of fear of her powers, but because everything was so irritating to her newly weak and delicate skin.

Never knowing how he got his wings, just waking up one day, having them on his back, feeling no pain or anything, he wondered how he would lose them if he had had the cure. Would they have gone back into him, like how they came out of him? Or would they have just fallen off? He shuddered at the thought and turned the key in the lock of his car and felt a sudden burst of cold air on his face.

Tilting his head back against the leather seats in his car he sighed and felt his eyes water up. He just left her. God knows what she could be doing, and he just left her in her apartment. He ran a hand through his hair, and looked out the window to the building he was parked by, his eyes scanned up to the window he knew was to her apartment, he didn't know what he was expecting to see, maybe her standing by the window waving for him to come up, he knew it was stupid, but for some reason he thought that maybe she'd run into his arms and kiss him, telling him how much she loved him when he saw her. Shaking his head he stepped out of the car and slammed the door shut, he didn't care that his keys were still in the ignition he just walked up to the building again and opened the door and began to jog up the stairs.

He reached her door and was about to knock, but knew she wouldn't answer, she he reached down and took hold of the handle lightly, turning it he was surprised yet relieved to find it was still unlocked. He opened the door a creak and popped his head around it slowly and carefully, knowing that Rogue had a temper and a nasty punch and kick. After seeing her asleep on the sofa, he stepped in quietly and shut the door as silently as he could. He slipped off his jacket and the belts that held his wings to him, letting his wings out so they could move and be free for a little while before he had his meeting with Calvin. He rested them on the floor and moved over to her sleeping form.

Perching himself on the edge of the coffee table he noted that his paper cup was still resting atop of it. Reaching out to tuck a strand of loose hair that had fallen across her face behind her ear, he stopped. His hand still held a couple inches from her face, he just sat there, hand in mid air, and gazing intensely at the sleeping woman in front of him. He sat back, and thought, just what the hell was he trying to do? This beautiful, intelligent woman, that he loved so deeply that it felt like there was a black hole where he knew she didn't love him. And she didn't, she would never love him, because he was a horrible, awful man who had constantly been harsh to her for a year and a half. Pulling his hand back towards him like she had burnt him, shutting his eyes and wishing that he could touch her, knowing that he can, but that he would always stop himself, thinking himself not worthy enough or something like that, never making it about her powers, for god's sakes he never cared about them anyway. Never cared about the fact she took the cure, he just needed something to blow out of proportion so he could cover and ignore whatever slight feelings he may have had for her when he first met her.

Hearing her sigh in her sleep he suddenly stiffened and whatever thoughts that were running though his head at that moment froze instantly in their places. His eyes scanning her for any sign that she was waking, but he found none, he guessed she was worn out from the emotional distress. Sighing himself he took his time, really looking around the apartment for the first time, it was nice, cosy, he could see why she wanted to live there, and she had really made it hers. All her style and knowledge and interest in history really being shown and coming out in how she had decorated and the objects and furniture around her living room, he smiled at how it was perfect for her.

Standing up, he walked around the room to the walls where they were covered in loads of painting. He looked around the room at the other paintings and spotted one of himself, he looked back at it and treaded over to it as quietly as he could, trying to not wake Rogue up, yet being curious about the painting and wanting to see it closer. As he looked over to Rogue, to check on her, then back to the painting, he saw that it wasn't of him, but of a pair of wings, that looked surprisingly a lot like his. He raised an eyebrow at it and began to wonder why she would have it in her room. Glancing at his wings then back to the painting and was freaked out by the similarities of the ones on the canvas and his own.

He heard her shift around on the sofa and groan, she was waking up. He walked over to the door quickly, and grabbed his jacket, shirt and belts, he opened the door and crossed over to it before shutting it again the second he was in the hall.

After he heard the click of the door closing, he breathed out a breath of air he was holding and felt his heart hammering in his chest.

Why did he have to go back?

He glanced at his watch and swore as he saw the time, looking around, worried that someone may see him, he put his straps back n and tightened them until they hurt, he deserved it anyway then putting his shirt and jacket on whist rushing down the stairs.

He walked briskly over to his car and opened the door, getting in it and starting it up and driving away, not seeing the woman looking at him down from her window.

He was going to be late for his meeting with Calvin, not that he really wanted to go meet the guy anyway.

Why did he have to go back?

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"So, how are you going to celebrate?" Warren asked, his voice joking, unlike the voice he had been using for the past two hours in the interview between himself and the man in front of him, Calvin. He had listened to the mans presentation and liked everything he had seen, prepared to hire him as soon as he started speaking. After that they both sat down and talked for an hour and a half, asking each other questions and Warren tried to catch him out, see his weaknesses but never found any. This only made him sure that he had to employ this person immediately, he was too good to let another company have. Plus the product what just the thing they needed, it was perfect and Warren was just so amazed that his Rogue had found him. He stopped himself, she wasn't his Rogue. A pit of regret opened in his stomach and he tried to ignore it by focusing all his attention to the blonde man who was still sitting across from him. "Come on, we both know I am going to hire you, we just have to wait for the paperwork, and I am not going to change my mind anytime soon. I say go out and party before you won't have any time to."

Calvin smiled and laughed, his eyes briefly flickered over Warren's shoulder which he smiled to, the man was obviously thinking of a way to rejoice.

"Well, I might go and take the wonderful woman who got me this interview out to a fancy dinner."

Warren kept his smile, but he knew that he was talking about Rogue, and it just didn't go down well that this man was going to take her out. He was almost certain they were dating, why wouldn't she date him? The way she talked about him on the phone and the look that flickered across Calvin's face as he spoke of her clearly showed they both had affectionate feelings for each other.

"Great." His smile felt heavy even though his knew it was a hollow meaningless one.

"Yeah, she is." Calvin said under his breath. He suddenly shifted and brought his hand behind his back and scratched it for what seemed like the tenth time he had done it in the interview.

"Are you okay?" Warren asked him, his light coloured eyebrow raised in concern for the man.

Calvin looked slightly uncomfortable for a second before running a hand though his hair and looking up at the man he was soon to call boss. "Well, er.. .. you may not like what I'm about to tell you, but I just want you to know that I know that you're a mutant." Warren's eyes widened and his jaw slackened slightly. But Calvin continued before he could interrupt. "I know because I'm a mutant. My powers are to detect and almost mimic other mutant's powers. Like with you I can feel the wings just underneath my skin, and I'm trying to keep them there." His eyes shot up to Warren's and he shrugged, "This is an expensive suit."

Warren nodded, "Oh."

"Yeah, sorry if that kind of freaked you out." Calvin said jokingly. Warren just let out an awkward laugh and smiled tightly. He wasn't really sure of how to react to someone telling you that they knew your secret. Warren pushed his chair back and slowly began to rise, Calvin copied him immediately, holding out his hand as he rose.

"Well, Calvin, it was great meeting with you and I look forward to working with you." Warren said politely, shaking the other mans hand. "And have a good night out with Rogue." Again he felt how hollow those words were, yet they still pained him to say, wishing a man luck with the woman he loved, the woman he had broken this afternoon by taking away her freedom. Or at least that's what it felt like to him, and most likely her as well.

"I hope I will," Calvin ran a hand through his hair and smiled sleepily, "I really like her, you know, there's something about her."

Warren empathized with the man, he was right. "That's true."

Calvin looked up at the blonde man, something flashed across his face before he began speaking, and by the look on his face Warren didn't like the way this was going. "You know her right? What kind of things do you think she likes?"

Warren placed his hands on the edge of the desk, he let out a long sigh and leaned all his body weight onto his hands. "She's very traditional, loves all that romantic stuff, flowers, chocolates even though she'll never admit it to anyone, so I'd go with that kind of stuff."

Calvin smiled widely, "Thank you so much." He said, and Warren knew that it had hidden meaning, it wasn't just about the job, it was Rogue, and Warren knew then that this guy was perfect for her. He was rich, supportive, decent, handsome and really cared for her, in comparison Warren was a jerk who wasn't even worth a glare from Rogue.

Warren and Calvin walked over to the door and they said a short, professional good bye before Warren shut the door and walked over to his desk. Picking up a paper weight, it was heavy in his hand and his tossed it lightly in the air so it landed back in his hand a second later. Looking down at it, he was glad it wasn't glass, pulling his arm back he threw the metal sphere across the room until it hit the wall next to the door and fell to the floor with a very loud noise. He watched as it rolled over the metal floor and over to his desk.

Walking around the desk to his chair, he practically threw himself onto it. Leaning back he promised himself then that he would never think about her again, and that her and Calvin should be together. He glared out the window and across the city, it always shocked him how quite and calm the city that was usually chaotic and confused seemed whenever he looked down on it from his office windows. He sighed and turned to his computer, he needed to email Ororo, tell her that he told Rogue, he could have rung her, but that was complicated Ororo could ask him questions over the phone, but in an email he could just tell her the facts and not have anyone talking to him back, asking if he was okay when it wasn't him that they should be worried about. Sighing, he blinked at the screen, it was just his desktop, and slowly he reached up and opened up his email. It flashed that he had forty three unread messages, resting his head on his hand he slowly began to open them and read them, knowing he would be there a long time he buzzed his assistant to get him some coffee.

Sitting back he began to answer to one on the many emails. He was there until eleven, either on the phone or typing, his mind completely focused but every now and again a thought of Rogue crossed his mind, he always paused and began to wonder what she would be doing right now, most likely having fun with Calvin, eating, dancing, kissing. She deserved happiness, and she would never find it with him. He always remembered then of his little promise of never to think of her like that, clearing his dry throat he took a sip of his now cold coffee and then he got back to his work. Doing anything to get her off his mind, to stop him wondering and hoping for something he could never have. By the end of the night he had fallen asleep on his desk, only to be awoken in the morning by his assistant walking in and being shocked to find her boss lying across his desk.

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Rogue woke up and first felt her neck aching, raising her hand up to rub it before she had even opened her eyes. She slowly opened her eyes, first wincing at the light but then relaxing and opening them more fully. She sat up, pushing herself up using her arm, whist her other one was rubbing her still throbbing neck. Blinking a couple times she realised the phone was ringing, that must have been why she woke up in the first place. The memory of what Warren had said to her was still fresh in her head, she never really forgot it, her dreams slightly haunted by getting her powers back and hurting someone.

Heavily, dragging her arm over to the table next to the sofa's arm, she picked the phone up and lazily brought it to her ear.

"Hello?" Her voice was rough; after all she had just woken up and hadn't even had a chance to clear her throat. Shaking her wrist then bringing it up in front of her face, she looked at the small hands on her watch and saw that it was just after five in the afternoon.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you?" She smiled briefly as she recognised the voice as Calvin's.

Rogue swallowed then wiped her eyes as she began to speak again, "Yeah, but it's 'kay. How was the interview with-" She froze. Warren. Words to describe him kept popping into her head. "Ya interview?" She said after a couple of seconds of thinking of the different ways she could hurt Warren.

Calvin laughed softly and she couldn't help but smiled and let out a chuckle herself, "It was great, Worthington gave me the grant and have already asked me to another meeting with the commissioner of IT." Calvin was obviously excited.

Rogue swung her legs around to the front of the sofa, "That's great!" Running a hand through her messy hair, she was thankful that it wasn't greasy. "How are ya gunna celebrate?"

There was a slight pause before Calvin started talking, "Well," he stumbled a bit, "That's why I called you, I was wondering…" Again he stuttered before regaining himself, "If you wanted to go out and celebrate….with me."

Rogue stood up and picked the two cups of coffee from the table, both were cold to touch. Calvin was so sweet, he was caring and funny and thought of her, she thought to herself, so unlike Warren. But to go out and celebrate with him? They already had nearly kissed and it wasn't like she didn't think he was attractive, he was extremely good looking and she didn't have a boyfriend or anyone holding her back. As she dropped the cups into the bin she thought again, if what Warren said was true, and she guessed it was, he had no reason to lie to her like that, it meant her powers would be coming back soon and that she would be held back by them.

She heard Calvin move around over the other side of the phone, "Er, your silence isn't making me feel any more comfortable, if anything, it's making me feel like an idiot."

Rogue laughed, "Ah'm sorry, er, the thin' is, ah just got some bad news-" Pausing, she found herself wondering why she didn't go for it now while she still had the chance. "Actually, ah think goin' out might help meh forget it."

"Oh thank god, I don't really know anyone else in New York and I wanted to thank you anyway." Calvin said with relief evident in his voice.

"Thank meh? All ah did was call Wa-, was make a call. It was your brilliant ideas and stunning personality that got you it!" Rogue reached up to one of the cupboards and got a glass out, walking over to the fridge she took out a bottle of water. Moving so the phone was held by her face to her shoulder, she twisted the top off and poured it into the glass, taking a sip out when she'd finished. "So, how are we gunna celebrate?"

She could almost see Calvin smirk, of course he already had it all planned out, she thought to herself. "Oh, I got a couple ideas, just get ready by eight, and I'll pick you up at yours."

"But ya don't know where ah live." There was a slight pause which caused Rogue to laugh.

"Right….er, where do you live?" She continued to laugh at how he'd forgotten one important fact. His voice seemed so funny and she could almost picture the baffled look on his face.

"Apartment 6, Grand Block, Civic Way." She informed him, taking another sip of her water.

"Good, good. Well, I'll be there at eight, be ready, I don't think they'll wait for us." Calvin said, Rogue panicked suddenly.

"Who won't wait? Where are ya takin' meh? What should ah wear?"

Calvin chuckled this time, "A nice dress will do, something fancy." He said, hanging up before Rogue could ask him any more questions.

She sat there for a minute, looking down at the phone, the slight buzzing of it not having much effect on her. She laughed a bit after awhile before putting her water and the phone down on the table and walking to her door, then over to the apartment next to her and knocked sharply on the light wooden frame. As she waited for the person behind to answer, she wondered where Calvin might be taking her, a vague goofy smile playing on her lips. She couldn't help it, but maybe things weren't that bad. Her last thoughts before the woman swinging the door open in front of her were that even though her powers may be coming back, but they weren't back now, and she was going to have as much fun as she could before then, with one of the most perfect guys she had ever met.

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Rogue growled slightly as she ran her hand throw and messed up her hair slightly. "Ah dunno."

The tanned girl across from her dropped the brush she was holding, sighing loudly and over the top, "You, girl, have to make up your mind! So what your getting your powers back!" She threw her arms up in the air and sat down on the bed next to Rogue. "It's just more reasons to go and have a good time, and use what you've got, while you still got it!"

Rogue frowned, "Ya mean, sleep wit' him while ah still can?" She said in a very flat voice, her disapproval obvious. Stace grinned and her eyes sparked. Rogue got up and started shaking her head and waving her arms out in front of her. "Nah-ah. Ah'm not lahke that. Ah only met him a week ago!"

Stace sighed and fell backwards onto the bed and took a deep long breath in before propping her arms up so she could look at Rogue. "Okay, don't sleep with him, just.. .. get him wantin' more."

Rogue looked down ta her feet, blushing. "Oh gawd." She bought her hands up to her face and felt like crying.

"Whatever, you know what I'm talking about. I know it sounds morbid, but don't give up on what might be your last chance!" Standing up she ushered Rogue out of her bedroom and into her living room, "You got your dress, well, my dress. And you got an hour to do your make up and hair."

"What if he dumps meh when he finds out?" Rogue asked her, feeling like a child once again. She hated sounding this desprate.

"Now look who cares. I thought you weren't dating?" Stace laughed a bit to herself and shut the front door, leaving Rogue outside and on her own, holding a cream and red dress. Stace continued to speak, only now yelling through the door to make sure Rogue could still hear her. "Stop worrying!"

"But he's lahke really rich and cute, it's such a big leap up from Bobby! Way out of my-" Rogue began to yell through the door, back at her friend but she soon stopped her.

"No!"

"Stace! He's five years older-" Rogue began to make more excuses.

"Not accepting that! I know you can do better!"

Rogue sighed and rested her head on the door in front of her, she lightly whispered her next words, hoping that Stace could hear her. "He's a mutant?"

Soon she found the door opening and herself falling forward, having to catch her footing, she looked up at her friend with a shocked expression on her face. Stace just looked down at her friend, slowly shaking her head and Rogue finally sighed and turned around, walking over to her door. She opened it and gave Stace one last look before biting her lip and walking into her apartment and shutting the door quickly and sharply.

Stace just laughed and slowly shut her door behind her. She knew this Calvin guy was a good guy, and that he could help bring Rogue out of herself and depression. No matter what Rogue said, she still wasn't over Bobby or the mansion and missed it awfully. Maybe Calvin was a good thing, maybe he could take her away from New York and give her the life she deserved. Stace smiled and looked over at her television, she walked over to her fridge quickly and took out a small tub of Ben and Jerry's before jumping in the air and levitating over to her sofa and dropping lightly onto it, grabbing the remote as she did so and turning on the DVD that was in the player. She smiled and began to dig into her hard frozen ice cream as the familiar music of Pride and Prejudice started to play.

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It wasn't long after Rogue had finished her make up that she heard a knock at the door. She took a quick sharp intake of air and stood up slowly. Walking over to the door, she kept on smoothing down crinkles in her dress that weren't there. She ran her fingers through her hair one more time and opened the door. As she guessed, Calvin was standing on the other side but what she didn't expect was him holding a bunch of flowers and a white box with a picture of a computer on it.

"Hey," She greeted him warmly, with a kind smile. She stood to the side of the door and invited him in, which he did so.

"Hi," Rogue continued to smile at his slight unease. He lifted the flowers up slightly and glanced down at it, Rogue's gaze followed as she listened to what he was saying. "I thought flowers were a bit.. small.. ..so I got you a laptop too." He held both of them over to her.

Rogue laughed slightly and reached out for the flowers first, taking them out of his hands she smiled down at them, then looked up at him. "Oh mah gawd, thank ya Calvin. This is so.. .. weird. Sweet, but weird." Taking the flowers into the kitchen she put them down lightly in the sink and filled it up with water. She walked back over to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Thank ya, but ya really.. " She looked down at the laptop in his hands and continued, "Really, didn't need ta."

Calvin smiled down at her, "But I wanted to. As a sort of thank you, for helping me get the job." Rogue could help but fall in love with his perfect and gorgeous smile, which made her smile widely in return.

Rogue felt herself leaning in towards him, tilting her head up a bit more then it already was. She couldn't help but feel that he was an Angel, but that quickly halted her actions when her thoughts went to Warren. She moved back suddenly and looked down at her feet.

"Ah.. ah hope ah'm dressed right for where ever we're goin'." She stuttered, trying to change the subject.

Calvin walked over to the coffee table and put the laptop on it, "Trust me, your perfect."

Rogue smiled up to him and was suddenly struck with how much she really cared for him. He was so sweet and genuine and it was obvious he cared for her, so why couldn't she just let herself go and fall for him? It shocked her at first, but after a couple seconds, standing in front of him just felt right. Walking over to him slowly she lifted her hands up to his neck and without to much force, as Calvin was very willing to comply, she pulled his face down to hers and gently brushed her lips over his. He pulled back a bit just enough to ask her a question.

"Are you sure about this?" His voice was a bit rougher then before, which make Rogue blush. She trusted him, and knew that if she said no then he would let it go, but she didn't want to let this go. Taking Stace's advice, she wasn't going to let this Angel fly away from her.

"Never been surer about anything before."

"Surer?" He smirked down at her.

"It's a word!" She giggled then widely at him and he smiled back. Her first thought was that she could really get used to this.

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Okay…..bit of a weird Rogue chapter, but she's still processing the news! It's a big thing! I hope none of you hate Calvin cause he really is a nice guy. Anyway, sorry it's been awhile, but hopefully this would have made up for that.