So, this is the last chapter ever, if I don't get some reviews.

Hurting and Healing

Warren came back thirty minutes later, entering Marie's room with only a towel wrapped around his waist. His eyes asked her why she hadn't been at the door to give him his clothes. Marie, who was sitting calmly on the bed nodded, and without a word, took out a small object from behind her back.

"I was distracted, I guess," she said, with a hint of edge. Warren stared at the knife lying innocently in the palm of her bare hand. "I spotted a few cuts earlier that looked homemade. Let me see your arm." Warren didn't obey and Marie walked over to him, determined. He reluctantly gave her his arm and she ran her fingers down the small slits, which had recently started to heal.

"You did these?" she asked, a rhetorical question. Warren jerked his hand away and stumbled over to the clothes lying on her bed. He wasn't shy in front of her; he didn't expect she'd have feelings anymore then motherly or sisterly for him, so she was not at all surprised when he simply dropped the towel. He got dressed quickly, leaving the shirt on the bed. He sat down at the edge and looked at the floor, disappointed in himself, because of her disappointment.

"You know I still love you," she sighed, walking over to him, unable to stay angry, "Even if you have a really white ass." He smiled, looking admiringly at her. She liked his smiled, and she cherished every second that she got to see it, which wasn't that often.

"And if Peter cannot see was an amazing, adorable, smart young person you are," she murmured, with a sigh, "then he really is just a mindless imbecile." Warren nodded.

"Why don't you sleep?" she asked, "You look tired."

He nodded his head towards her. Marie whispered, "Yeah. Me too."

Warren laid down on her bed, twisting for a minute to get his wings in the right place. Marie laid down silently next to him, laying her head on his arm, which stretched across the pillow beside him. She looked shyly up at him. "You're very warm." He shrugged and closed his eyes. "Yeah. Goodnight."

OOO

Peter was deeply and utterly confused. Something about Warren's face, his tears, his cries of pain made Peter want to just hold him, until nothing in the world could scare him. Then he thought about Bobby and John, and he was forced to forget any sentiment about the winged mutant. As much as he hated it, as much as he fought it, there was something in Warren's eyes that made him feel all sorts of new things.

OOO

When Marie woke, Warren had already gone. She got dressed in a hurry, just grabbing jeans and a regular t-shirt. She pulled her hair into a ponytail and headed down to breakfast, to see if Warren was there. She wasn't surprised when she walked into the full room, which didn't include Warren. Of course he'd stay in the shadows for the next couple days to avoid Drake and Allerdyce or any teacher that'd take concern in his beat up appearance.

She walked calmly to his room and placed three solid knocks on the door. After no answer came in five minutes, she simply let herself in. The window was open, the curtains blowing into the room. Once arriving at the window, she finally laid eyes upon what she was searching for. Warren was up in the sky, looking like the angel he was. Up so high you couldn't see all of his wounds and scars, and he probably preferred it that way.

She knew Warren was a sneaky person and would have no trouble avoiding the assholes that hated him so much, she still took the chance to give them a little warning, when she heard Bobby's voice, and a group of people walked by Warren's door, down the hall. She followed them quietly, until everybody had peeled off except Bobby, John and Peter.

"Hey boys," she grinned, "Have fun picking on Warren?"

"I donno, you have fun screwin' him?" John retorted.

"If I was, and I'm not, I'm sure it wouldn't be half as special as what Bobby and you do when you're alone," Rogue remarked.

"I have a girlfriend," Bobby snapped.

"I know, he's standing right in front of me," Rogue shot a look at John.

"Very funny," John sneered.

"Oh I can be very humorous sometimes," Marie said, "But if you want to live to see that, then I suggest you keep you're little scrawny arms off of Warren, and use them for better use. I'm sure Bobby over here would appreciate that."

"You cross the line," Bobby growled.

"Maybe, but you drew the line," Marie hissed, "I was just reminding you what side of it you're on." She shoved briskly past the three of them, and down the hall, trying to hide her triumphant grin.

She went outside to watch Warren some more, and he eventually saw her, landing silently a few feet away. He looked at her curiously.

"I talked to the assholes," Marie said, "John keeps a good poker face, but I think I got to Bobby." Warren stared at her quietly, flashing his eyes. "No, Warren, I didn't say anything to your precious Peter." He looked offended. "Sorry, just bad morning. Wanna do something?" He looked back up at the skies. "Fine, have fun flying." Marie began to walk away, but Warren grabbed her arm. She turned around and looked confused at him. He smiled. "No. Warren. I hate flying." His next expression seemed to simply say that she'd never even been flying. "Maybe not, but it's gonna stay that way-" before she could continue he grabbed her and started lifting off the ground. "Sometimes I hate you." He smiled again and rose higher into the sky.

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