I'm so sorry that it took such long time (again), but I compleatley lost the thread in the story. I'll try to continue, but school is taking a lot of time these days...

Anyway, on with the story;

After a hug like that it would be easy to have an embarrassing silence afterwards, but that never came. Instead both John and Bobby heard a shriek the moment they let go. When John looked up and towards the door his first thought was that a badger had learned to walk on two legs and now were running like mad towards them. Then his eyes cleared and he saw Rogue a moment before she came up to them and pushed him so hard in the chest that he fell down on the other side of the bed.

"Just what do you think you are doing?!"

Aha, the yelling came from Rogue, and she was still stuck at that high-pitched tone… They really should put a math in here; the floor was both hard and cold… John slowly sat up and looked over the bed at Rogue who still was yelling at him, something about disgusting, unnatural freak, stolen boyfriends, can't believe this, poor fooled Bobby and such. John waited until she ran out of air and had to take a deep breath before he answered;

"What the hell are you going on about?"

"You, you little bastard, I saw you, don't think that you'll get away with this!"

"Get away with what, and get where, I'm not going anywhere…?"

"You little freak, I saw you, you're…you're…"

John tilted his head, now he was a bit curious…

"You're GAY!"

Rogue pointed at him, spitting out the last word as if it felt like dirt in her mouth. John continued to look expectantly at her, that couldn't…could it…?

"Is that all?"

"What?! All what?! I saw you, you were trying to…"

John stood up;

"You see two guys hug, judge them as gay the first thing you do, and now yell as if that caused the end of the world?"

Rogue stared at him, lack of words let her moth hanging open. Instead a new voice joined the group;

"John, I'm sorry, she just came running by, and we couldn't stop her…"

"Don't worry Warren; we're done here anyway…"

"Done?! (That shrieking really stared to hurt in your ears after a while… John wondered how Wolverine, with is high sentences could stand a girl like Rogue) Wait, do you mean that you…?"

"No."

Johns answer didn't really seem to make any difference to the screaming girl;

"Oh, my God, that'd disgusting, it's so…ewww!"

By now Bobby seemed to have enough of her to;

"We didn't do anything, now may you quit that whining of yours and go away, I want to sleep!"

With that he turned his back to the others and lay down, not caring about John's smile, Warren's surprised look and Rogue's chocked face.

"But Bobby…honey, I was just…I was worried! I just herd from Jubilee and…"

John groaned;

"Just shut up, you bitch! He doesn't want you, everyone could tell that you weren't worried, just irritating, and Jubilee make up stupid rumours all the time and you're an idiot if you belive them!"

John felt good for finally saying it, but that didn't last for long. Rogue let out an angry, girlish growling (John almost started to laugh at the sound) and apparently decided to give him The Bitch-Slap from Hell. But before she could, Warren grabbed her wrist with a;

"Oh, stop this, it's just stupid…"

He never got any further. All John had time to notice was that Warren grew awfully pale in too short time, and then fell to the floor.

Time seemed to almost stand still. Warren's surprised face slowly fell backwards as his whole body seemed to lose all energy at once, his eyes losing all focus and then closing. John felt as if Bobby had frozen him to the spot, he couldn't move, as he watched how his friend in slow-motion was pulled towards the floor by gravitation. When no muscles held them in place the wings unfolded a bit before the whole body crashed to the floor with a thud that made the glasses and test-tubes at the shelves and the sink a few meters away shiver and clatter against each other, and for a moment that was the only sound in the room. A few feathers broke lose from their fragile attachment, taking small turns in the air before they once again, now to the music of clinking glass, slowly fell to the floor, laying down softly.

Both John and Rogue stared at the collapsed mutant on the floor, the wings still white as the snow that now blew around outside the windows, the motionless body, the face as peaceful as the one of someone sleeping, or someone dead…

That last thought made John's mind go all blank. Only one thing existed in there; Rogue had killed the Angel. It didn't matter how, or why, she'd done it, and now she would pay! No one hurt the friends of the Pyro without getting what they deserved out of it!

From the bed Bobby was watching, he'd sat right up again at Rogues scream, and he'd seen it all! How did this happened, did Rogue get her powers back all of sudden?! But…the cure…?

Then an inhuman scream made both Iceman and Rogue jump and they turned towards John, both of them getting a small shock;

All the air around Pyro seemed to vibrate due to the heat, pulling a bit at his clothes, and his eyes were dark with anger. Behind him something yellow started to appear, and it came as a chock to both of them when they realised that it was fire. John was loosing control again! Long tentacles of fire started to rise behind him, moving around and in the end standing all around him as if forming a shield. Then suddenly one of them lashed out like a whip, and Rogue barely had time to dodge it. It was only thanks to the reflexes she'd gained in the Danger-room that she wasn't put on fire, like the wall behind her. John growled at her and sent out more tentacles lashing at her, so the girl did the only thing she could; dodging and jumping, running in sic-sac she managed to get closer to the door, all the time having beds and walls around her put on fire, shelves brought down, and glass exploding when they hit the floor. Her vision was a blur due to her tears, coming out of pure fear, and it was only the fact that she knew that she'd die if she slowed down that kept her going.

Then someone was grabbing her arm, luckily at where her sweater would protect them, and pulled her forward. She couldn't see who it was, black smoke was rising everywhere, making it hard to breathe, but she could hear familiar clanking footsteps, and the hand grabbing her arm was completely made of metal; Colossus!

He pulled her out through the door and closed it. Outside was Wolverine, the professor and Cyclops. Logan immediately grabbed her and checked for damages while Mr. Summers looked at Colossus;

"Are there any more in there?"

Piotr nodded;

"John, Warren and Bobby."

The leader of the X-men got a stern face and started to walk closer to the door;

"We have to get them out!"

But the professor stopped him;

"No Scott, it would do no good. John is calming down now, but they need some time before we interrupt."

Inside John's energy ebbed out when his target was gone. He pulled back all his precious flames from the surroundings; otherwise someone might get hurt…

He then turned and looked at his friends, Bobby still in the bed, only now with a shell of ice around him and Warren, who was still on the floor. Good, none of them were hurt. With an almost teasingly easy movement a flame appeared in the air, blew up the ice-shield, and let its master through. He carefully picked up the Angel, assuring himself that he wasn't hurt. With soft movements, as if the mutant in his arms was made of glass, he put him down on one of the beds, folded his wings against his back and pulled up the covers. There, now he almost looked as if he was asleep…

He could hear Bobby opening a window in the background, maybe the smoke was irritating him…

John felt how tired he was, so in one movement he gave Warren a soft kiss on the forehead and climbed up in the bed next to him. Laying down he held his friend close in a comforting hug, not caring about the little voice a the back of his head that told him that the other mutant maybe didn't needed any comfort anymore. The way John felt now he might as well die himself, yes, that would be good…dying here with Warren, sleeping forever in a room of white sheets and broken glass… what a peaceful end…

Aaaand there we stop (I know, I'm evil...)

Now don't kill me, but I once again want to know; how do you want this to continue; death or happy ending?