Hey Guys! Okay so I had a little bit of an issue before with Chapter one. Way too friggin long. So! Started again and split it into the first three chapters! I suggest you reread em because I changed a few things :p But! I really do hope you like it and I'm gonna try and get to writing more often! New Chapter Four though! :) P.S. It's rated M for way later scenes and I shall write warnings for those!

"Man it's a beautiful night." The brunette smiled, fingers tapping on the steering wheel to the music playing. "I know! I can't imagine what California is gonna be like…" The brunette girl laughed, her curls flowing in the wind of the night as she undid her bun. He smiled, knowing that as soon as they got to California, he'd get to LA, stop in front of that famous Hollywood sign and ask her to be his forever. He felt the weight of the small velvet box in his pocket, but looked over at her with a wider smile. "You look beautiful." He said, happily smiling as a blush set over her cheeks. She smiled, staring into his eyes. The lights on the empty road flickered, darker, darker, until the road was completely black. Even his lights went out, and he reached for the switch. "Rogue?!" "Hold on I got it!" He flicked it a few times, a little panic rising as the switch refused to work. "Come on damn you!" He shouted, slamming his steering wheel and flicking the switch again. His headlights illuminated the road, her eyes going wide and she gasped. "Look out!" He looked forward, twisting his steering wheel all too late. The front end of the car slammed into a road barrier, screams coming from both of them. In the split second that he realized they were going to crash, he reached out for her, grasping her as they both flew forward. They flew over the road barrier, landing on the concrete of the road. Her head slammed into the concrete. Black.

Amy shot up from her bed, screaming for a moment before covering her mouth with tears brimming her eyes. "Amy?!" Her eyes darted to the door where the voice came from and her breath shivered. Rogue knocked on the door, "Amy? Are you okay?" She bit her lip, wiping the liquid threatening to fall from her eyes.

"Uh, yeah…sorry just a uh…bad dream." "You sure? I could hear you scream from the vault." Her eyes shot open, and she bolted from the bed, quickly opening the door.

"Y-you went in the vault?" "Yeah, I-" He tried to think of something, anything that didn't have him explaining that he was actually going to put the locket back. "Uh, the guards thought something was wrong, but I checked it out. All good." He smiled, crossing his arms. Her eyebrow rose in question, but she quickly smiled, not wanting to raise any suspicion. "Oh, well that's good." She laughed softly, looking up at him.

"What time is it?" She asked, a yawn building up. He looked past her at the grandfather clock in the corner, "About ten minutes after you left." She laughed, "Oh…well, goodnight then." He smiled, nodding a goodnight to her and freezing as she leaned up and quickly kissed his cheek. She smiled and shut the door, blush rising in her cheeks. His eyes were wide, and he let out a soft chuckle, reaching up and touching his cheek. His arm dropped and he turned, heading for his room with a lovestruck smile on his face.

Rogue knocked on the door, "Hey!" "It's open?" Amy laughed, calling out from her bathroom. He opened the door, seeing the light from the bathroom and stuck to where he couldn't see anything. "It's fifteen minutes until sunrise, and I thought we could have breakfast." "Yeah sure!" She stepped out of the bathroom, smiling at him. She had a sleeveless red dress that reached the floor, black flats hidden beneath the skirt. Rogue's lips parted in awe as he stared at her.

She blushed under his gaze, "I-is my hair that bad? I know it's messy but I didn't really wanna try and tame it now…" His eyes widened, "No! No, no no it-it's not the hair it's-you look…whoa." She blushed redder but put on her playful mood. "Well, you keep staring Cupid and we might just miss our sun rising." She laughed softly as she walked past him and out the door, walking towards his room.

"Okay, okay, I'm coming! I'll just go down quickly for our food." Amy nodded, waving back as she practically skipped to his room. He stared after her, smiling widely and turning to walk down to the kitchen. "Luna! Nina!" He called out, pushing through the kitchen doors. Luna smiled from her seat on the counter, waving lightly over at him while her twin sister Nina was already working at breakfast.

Amy leaned on the balcony, spreading her arms out and letting her chin rest on the metal. She sighed, "Maybe…maybe he does like me."

"Who?" Rogue asked, walking in with a tray of breakfast. She spun around, hands gripping the bar behind her nervously. "Uh…um this uh…guy." Smooth, Amy, smooth. She cursed herself under her breath as his smile faltered.

"Oh, um…if I may ask…who?"

"Uh…Um w-what are we having for breakfast?" She asked, arms dropping to her sides and playing with the fabric of her dress.

"Oh, pancakes, toast, butter, and…who were you talking about?" His voice broke a little with the question, and he almost punched himself for being stupid enough to show that he was unsettled by her statement. She smiled, skipping over to him and taking the tray.

"Ooh, pancakes!" She placed the tray down on the small silver table, glancing over at him. "No one, don't worry about it." He smiled and walked over to the table, trying to keep calm. Okay. I know I said I want her to be happy but uh…little heads up next time Manny!

Amy sat down at the table, gesturing out to the chair across form her. "Sit!" He sat down, smiling at her before locking his eyes on the food.

"So…did you even get any sleep?"

"Yeah…I think I knocked out after the uh, vault thing and your nightmare. Which um…I don't know if you want to talk about it…but you can tell me if you want."

"Uh…it wasn't much…I was sitting in a car, laughing and talking and you were there, I think, and…and suddenly we crashed and…and I screamed and…I…" She shivered in her seat, "It was kinda freaky."

"Wait, what? You said car? And it crashed?"

"Uh, yeah…why?"

"N-nothing just um…I was there?"

"Yeah…I think you were driving…"

"Um…anything else? I mean are you sure it was me?"

Amy nodded, "I know your voice." He shifted in his chair, feeling suddenly a thousand tons heavier. "Okay…and um…d-do you feel like uh…like maybe this was something that happened be-uh-fore? Or just random?"
She shrugged, taking a bite into her food. "It felt a little familiar…"

"Have you ever dreamt of this before?" He asked, ignoring his food completely.

"No…definitely not like that. But surprisingly you do show up a lot in my dreams." She let out a nervous laugh. "Like fairs, dinners, school even."

He chuckled, grinning. "So, you dream about me all the time, hm?"

She glared at him, sipping from her drink. "I can't help what I dream of. Blame Sandy."

An orangish glow caught her attention through the corner of her eye, and she bolted from the table, nearly knocking over the food. She leaned up on the railing, smiling at the oncoming colors. "It's rising!" He chuckled, shrugging and walking to stand beside her. He moved his arm to wrap around her, but flinched and pulled it back, remembering that she might have found someone else. Amy glanced over at him and scooted over to lean her head on his shoulder, sighing softly. He looked down at her, loving the closeness.

"It's so beautiful…isn't it?" She glanced up at him, but locked her eyes back on the sunrise.

"Yeah…it is…" He spoke the last two words with his gaze on her. He leaned his head on hers, lids feeling heavy with sleep. Amy blushed, smiling. "By the way…there is no guy." She whispered, trying to fix what she already messed up. "Oh? That's…tha…goo…" He slowly dozed out. "Rogue?" She giggled a bit, nudging him. His breath was steadied, and she could feel him slowly slipping.

She laughed under her breath and wrapped an arm around him, lifting him. "Thank god you weigh just about as much as a feather." She carried him back inside to his bed, uncaring that she was missing the sunrise. She laid him down carefully, and went to move away, but was caught on something. Him. In his sleep, he'd felt her warmth, and his fingers lazily reached up and grabbed her shoulder and neck softly. "Uh…Rogue…?" She whispered, blushing red. He mumbled her name in his sleep, which made her blush more. "Uh…" Her back was starting to ache from being hunched over, and she slowly slipped to lay beside him, his grip loosening from her shoulders and neck and grasping at her like a teddy bear. She let out a soft laugh which turned into a yawn. She looked over at the clock above his desk, "I guess I have a little time for a nap…"

Brown eyes slowly opened to the ceiling, and the warmth of the blankets around her. Art yawned, wrapping herself deeper into the blankets until her eyes widened and she quickly sat up. "W-where am I?" She whispered, rubbing her eyes to rid them of sleep. She looked around, observing the room. She was wrapped in olive colored blankets in the middle of a bed, which sat against the wall in the center, the room filled with small wooden pieces of furniture. "Uh…Bunny?" She called out, running a hand through her dark hair.

"Morning." The voice that was to her side made her jump, and she turned to face it. Bunny had been sitting on the ground, legs crossed, looking through a book filled with colors and designs.

"Oh! Uh…morning." She said, smiling as she fixed herself to sit comfortably. "How did I get here?"

"Carried you…you kind of passed out in the meadow and I didn't know if you would've been comfortable there…"

"Oh…well thank you." She smiled, turning her body to face him.

"No problem." He smiled, shutting the book and placing it on the ground.

"What time is it?" Art asked, rubbing her eyes and noticing the colors beginning to paint the sky with sunrise.

"Probably about six…"

She yawned again and her stomach growled along with it.

He chuckled, "Are you hungry?"

"A little yeah…" She nodded, a sheepish smile on her face.

He stood, "I'll make you something." "Uhm!" He stopped from where he'd began walking, turning to her. "Yeah?" "C-could I make you breakfast? As a thank you? For everything?" He chuckled, "Sure. Come on, kitchen's downstairs."

Rogue yawned, subconsciously tightening his arms around the figure that snuggled into his chest. He looked down, smiling at the violet-red hair until his eyes widened and he whispered, "Am…Amy?!" She stifled a bit, but tightened her arm around his waist. He blushed, tightening his arms back. She sighed happily in her sleep, feeling his warmth. He smiled down at her and memories of how they were before raced through his mind.

Amy yawned, stretching her arm out and then dropping it back on his chest, which when he breathed and his chest rose, her eyes widened. "Huh?" He smiled down at her, "Hey…" He whispered, eyes soft in his gaze. "H-hi…I uh…sorry I didn't…mean to fall asleep like…like that…" She blushed red, biting her lip nervously. "It's alright…" He smiled, feeling his heartbeat slow.

"You're warm…" She hummed, blushing even more when she realized she spoke out loud. "Thanks." He chuckled, looking up at the ceiling.

She yawned a bit, "What time is it?" He glanced over at the clock above his desk, "Ten, I think." She frowned a bit, "Oh…I have to leave soon…" Her fingers tapped lightly on his chest, playing with the material of his shirt. "I know…" He frowned, but a smile tugged at his lips with her playful fingers.

She looked up at him, "You're really comfy too."

He chuckled, "Really?"

"Uh huh. Super."

"Yeah…"

She laughed, "Was that a 'yeah I know I'm comfy' or a 'yeah you too'?" She pushed up a bit on his chest, eyes locking on his.

"The latter. I'm gonna miss you…like I always do…but…I know this is what you love, helping people find their other halves, and of course you love seeing the world…sorry I can't take you all the time…course I'm gonna miss you…"

She smiled, leaning up and kissed his cheek. "It's fine…and I'll be back before you know it, Cupid." She teased, giggling lightly.

"Yeah I know…you think Bunny's gonna miss Art?"

"Of course he will! He loves her…it's gotta be great to be in love…"

He chuckled, knowing exactly what being in love felt like. "Yeah, it really-"

A knock and a voice rang from the other side of the door. "Lord Rogue! Are you awake? My apologies, but I'm afraid Lady Amy is missing! Has she left for her trip so soon?" Amy blushed, suppressing a squeal and burying her face in his chest. His heart skipped a beat as she did, and he cleared his throat. "Uh, I'm not sure! Check the vault, if not, try her room again!" "Yes, Sir!" Footsteps retreated and he released the breath he held.

She peaked up at him, "I should probably go then…you know, before someone else comes?" He nodded, "I guess, you so worried about your reputation?" She laughed, sitting up and nudging his chest. "They already think I'm your 'significant other', you really want them thinking we're sleeping together?" She blushed at her last words. He restrained a frown, feeling slightly hurt by her words, "Oh…well…yeah uh…yeah."

She laughed, leaning down closer to him. "I need to pack so I'll see you before I leave?" He nodded, unable to hold back the small gasp as her lips touched his cheek. "I had a lovely nap." She whispered lightly, leaning on his chest. "M-me too…" She lingered for a moment before sitting up and standing, fluttering her wings out in a stretch.

"Let's do it again sometime."

He blushed.

"I-if you uh…don't mind." She bit her lip, blushing.

"I'd like that. "

She stumbled back a bit, "Awesome! I uh…I gotta go get ready." She smiled nervously, reaching for the doorknob. "Bye…"

She opened the door, "I'll be right back to say goodbye!" She spun and darted out, rushing to her room with a goofy smile on her face. Rogue chuckled, ruffling his hair a bit and standing up, stepping over to his side table. "Now I really don't want her to go…" He pulled the drawer open, lifting up a hidden latch, frowning at a small velvet box. This is how it could have been.

Art pulled open the wooden fridge, looking over it's contents. All vegetables. Great. "So…salad for breakfast?" She asked, pulling out the lettuce, tomatoes, carrots, and onions.

"Salad?" Bunny walked up behind her, confused.

"Uh…yeah? You've never had a salad?" She asked, pulling out a knife and slab of wood.

"No…"

She laughed softly, "You're gonna love it!" She slid the knife through the vegetables, placing them in a bowl and tossing them lightly. "I didn't see any dressing…but I'm sure you're good without it." She smiled, taking two small bowls in one hand and the large salad bowl in the other, walking them to the table. "Here we go!"

She filled the small bowls with salad and sat down, picking up a fork. He sat across from her, a nervous smile as he looked between her and the food. "Go ahead, try it." She said, biting into lettuce. He reached in, grabbing a handful and starting to nibble at it. He smiled wide, digging in. She blushed, covering her mouth to hold back laughter as he practically shoved his face into the bowl. He looked up, bits of green stuck to his fur. "Sorry." He mumbled, sitting up. She laughed, "As long as you like it." He chuckled, nodding. "It's great, Art."

Art sat on the couch, smiling widely as she looked around the cottage. "Your home is adorable." He laughed, "Yes, that's what I've always wanted to hear." She rolled her eyes at the sarcasm that laced his tone.

"Oh hush. It's very nice." He smiled, "Thank you." He flinched as she suddenly launched off the couch, skidding across the floor to sit at the paints that sat in the corner. "Are these all metallic paints?!" She exclaimed, popping the top off of one. He chuckled, "Yeah, why?" "They're beautiful colors!"

Bunny smiled, sitting beside her and patting the few eggs that wobbled over to him. "You can use them if you like."

"Really?!" She giggled excitedly, taking the paintbrush from him as she lifted an egg, beginning to paint. He started asking her simple questions, favorite color, favorite memory, favorite place to visit. Eventually she began falling back asleep and he'd noticed she was tired before, so he lifted her and moved them to sit on the couch, still talking as she dozed off.

"Hey there!" Amy said, leaning on the doorframe, a small white bag in hand. "Hey." He stood up from his seat at his desk, shutting the small journal and walking over to her.

"I'm all set and ready! I'm so excited!"

"Yeah…you…I…" He fumbled with his words, biting his lip. He had been reading that small journal, recalling memories he'd written down so we wouldn't ever forget even a single detail.

"What's wrong? You okay?" She half-whispered, walking up and placing a hand on his arm. He jerked her into a hug, pressing his face into her hair. She blushed, hugging back and nuzzling her face into his shoulder. "I'll miss you…be safe, make people happy, drive Art crazy…I'll see you soon…" "I'll miss you too Rogue." She hummed, looking up at him. He slowly pressed his forehead on hers, "Goodbye…" He whispered, which she repeated back in a whisper. Neither of them knew where the closeness came from, the sudden topic of true love or the nap together, but all they knew was that it felt…natural. He slowly stepped back, hands slipping down her arms to hold her hands.

After a few moments, she blushed red, stammering out her words, "I uh…I gotta…Art…time…I…" He nodded, "Remember what I said about Bunny's surprise." She nodded, "Yeah I! I-do, don't worry, I'll convince her." He bit the inside of his lip, fingers slipping from hers and drops his arms to his side, hating every moment. She fought the weird feeling in her chest, leaning up and kissing his cheek. "I'll be back before you know it, Rogue!"

He chuckled, "I know." She smiled, stepping back towards the door. "I gotta fly fast. Australia is pretty uh far from here." She laughed, partially nervously. "It is…let Bunny know he's always welcome here if he gets lonely without Art." He smiled, watching as Amy nervously wrapped her fingers around the doorknob. "Uh, I will! Yeah, b-bye!" She suddenly stopped, laughed nervously, then stepped back in towards the balcony. "I-it'd be easier if I just flew from here." She laughed again, her cheeks flushing. He nodded, chuckling. "It would." She smiled, waving shortly at him and pushing the doors open, spreading her wings out and taking off into the sky.

He watched after her, a weak smile on his lips. Progress. That's all that matters. Progress. He reached into his pocket, thumb rubbing over the velvet box in it. Progress…