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Revenge: Is Sweet? Maybe Not

Rogue quietly slipped into the dinning hall and began filling two plates up with food. She didn't talk to anyone, or look at anyone.

"Hey," a soft voice asked from behind her. She turned around, and stood face to face with Bobby.

"I'm sorry I told Storm those things," Bobby sighed, "OK?"

Rogue smirked, "No, Bobby, not okay." She walked past him, bumping his shoulder harshly. She left the kitchen and walked quietly back to the clinic. When she entered Hank was just getting ready for another injection.

"Hello boys," Rogue said, setting the food down on the table.

Warren simply smiled up at her, and Hank nodded in reply. She handed a plate to Warren and sat down next to him on the bed. Hank turned around with the needle. Rogue grabbed Warren's face, before he could eat, and pressed her lips tightly to his. Hank quickly worked, and was done in record time. Rogue waited a second, then pulled away from the kiss.

"I'm beginning to like injection time," Warren said, licking his lips.

"I bet you do," Rogue blushed.

"Alright, Rogue," Hank said, "Storm said she'd like you to go to her office, to speak."

"Why?" Rogue asked.

"Not sure. I'd go find out," Hank said.

Rogue nodded, and reluctantly left Warren, and wandered out of the clinic. Hank packed up a few things, said his goodnight, and headed for the door.

"Sleep well," Hank whispered, before shutting the door behind him. Warren could have sworn he heard the faint click of the lock. It suddenly was perfectly clear what Storm wanted to talk to Rogue about. They were trying to keep her out. Warren starred quietly at her untouched plate of food. He set his on top of hers. He wasn't going to eat without her.

He sat for a while in silence, wondering where she was, and how she was doing. He was really focusing on not starting to hyperventilate, because without her, everything turned back to how it was. Problems with his father, the cure, the other students, himself…

Everything came flying back. He needed Rogue. And he wasn't kidding.

He needed her.

He heard footsteps outside his room, and froze for a second, hoping that just maybe, it was her. Coming to save him. But then, two people slowly came through the door. One of them was Kitty, obviously from her show of gifts, but the other…

He froze further. Bobby Drake. Kitty slipped silently back out of the room, leaving the two men alone. Warren was already aware the big metal doors would not let sound out. Sure you could hear perfectly what was happening out there, but vise versa, it was not the same. It was as if nothing was happening in the clinic.

Bobby began pacing, and then stepped up to the food of the bed. "Worthington. I've been waiting forever to do this."

"Wh-at?" Warren asked, nervously. Bobby laughed to himself. Then he approached the other mutant, with a dark mischievous grin on his face…

Rogue entered Storm's office without a sound.

"Sit down, Marie."

Rogue obeyed, sitting in a chair across from Storm.

"I have nothing against you and Warren as a pair. You may see him all you like…from eight in the morning until nine at night."

"What?" Rogue hissed, jumping to her feet.

"Hank has locked the clinic doors on his way out; you may see Warren again in the morning. I just will not accept two students sleeping together, whether they really are just sleeping, or not."

"We weren't doing anything, Storm!" Rogue growled.

"Probably not-" Storm sighed.

"No- not probably. All we were doing was spending time with each other. That's it."

"For now," Storm said, "But what about later, when you get more intimate?"

"So what?" Rogue said, walking to the door, "Just because your to bitchy to have somebody, does not mean you gotta ruin it for everyone else."

"If you use that language one more time…" Storm threatened.

"Then…?" Rogue spat. "You're one of the reasons I was on that roof. You and your rules. You cannot control us, Storm. Not even if you tried your hardest. We aren't just raindrops, and parts of the weather, that will obey your every command. So stop trying."

Rogue sped out of the office and down the hall. She barely made it to the clinic doors, before she was sobbing hysterically, the salty tears staining her cheeks. She collapsed to the floor, and wished she had his arms around her, to hold her, and keep her safe.

She couldn't make it without him. She'd die.

She wished she could just hear his soft breathing, or his calming voice, through the big metal doors. But they were too strong to let sound out. But she knew even if he could not comfort her, she could comfort him. He'd be able to hear her from the outside.

So she pressed her wet cheek to the door, and slowly began to speak…

Warren winced at the pain, at another hit. His bed was overturned, the food splattered, the machinery knocked down, into big broken piles. Everything covered with a melting layer of ice. Bobby had him against the wall, his fists coming again and again. Sometimes his foot ramming into Warren's legs, or groin. A few days ago, when he was on the roof, this was what he'd wished for. Pain. Suffering. Death.

But now, knowing that she was alive and loved him, that was the last thing on his mind. Bobby punched him hard on his cheek. Warren could feel his body loosing blood, fast. But he took a deep breathe, summoned his strength, and thought of his love. His girl.

Then, as if angels heard his prayer, he heard her voice…

"I'm sorry I can't be with you, there. I love you. Warren. I love you so much."

Rogue pulled away from the door, sighing, waiting for something else for her to say. Something he'd want to hear.

She smiled, and again spoke.

"I think we should leave this place," he heard her say, "Once your better."

Bobby punches seemed harder. As if the words that had inspired love in Warren, had inspired hate in the Iceman.

"I think if we can just get away from this world…"

Warren tried his hardest to listen to her voice, but with every blow, he was slipping further and further into unconsciousness. Bobby started grunting, as his fists hit harder, and harder.

Suddenly, unable to handle it any longer, Warren screamed. It was too much. Too painful. Too hard. It was the end, he felt. His scream almost shook the room, but he couldn't even hear himself.

He was focusing on a metal image of Marie. His angel was all he thought about…as he slowly died…

Rogue sighed; unable to speak any further, and broke into tears, tearing her face away from the door. But then, she heard it. As quiet as it was, barely there, she heard a scream. And in an instant, she realized it was Warren's. In a matter of seconds she was banging on the door, with so much power, she'd thought she might break through. He fists began to bleed, but she didn't stop. She kept going. She saw, out of the corner of her eye, Kitty stumble down the hallway. She was at the girl in a second, grabbing her arms, absorbing her power, and just as fast, inside the room.

Warren was limp, against the wall, Bobby hand tightly around his neck. The room was destroyed. Rogue didn't waste a second to think. She had Bobby flung across the room, crashing into some of the glass cases, and had Warren tightly in her arms, in no time.

"Warren?" She asked frantically. No response. She pressed her head to his heart, and heard an ever faint beat. Her face froze. Her hands tightened.

Then, she laid Warren gently on the floor, and walked calmly over to Bobby…

Warren felt her arms around him, and it was like all of his senses snapped him back. Her smell, her touch, hearing her frantic call. It saved him. Hips eyes slowly creaked open, and he saw her, across the room, her hand tightly fashioned around Bobby's neck. He was turning pale, gasping for air, his legs dangling and squirming. Warren finally realized: she wasn't going to let go.

"Rogue…" Warren moaned. Rogue suddenly dropped the mutant in her hands and raced back towards him.

"Warren?" she squealed, "Oh-my-god WARREN!" Warren felt her tug him softly into her arms, and her lips on his. It felt so good to taste her, and feel her touch.

It was as if everything he'd just been through didn't exist. All that existed was them.