AN: Here's another chapter. Hopefully, one will be coming again soon, but I can't tell with school now. Enjoy!

Rogue POV

Today had started out as a very good day. I aced my math and science quizzes and for once Kitty didn't wake me up early. That went downhill pretty quickly. Kitty had run up to me in the hall talking about Chatty being hurt and blood and something about John, but before she could explain more she ran off to tell Peter.

I'd wanted to see if Chatty was ok as soon as I heard, but I got swept to my next class far too quickly. I'd figured the girl would be fine if I left her alone for an hour or so. Actually, knowing her she's probably glad that I'm not pestering her.

After staring at the clock all through History, I had a free period so I could find out what actually happened. Kitty had said something about John, and lord knows he and Chatty are always hanging together. I'd say the two were courting, but they only act like friends.

I was heading toward him and Bobby's room, but Bobby found me before I arrived. Let's just say that the conversation ended with me and Bobby banging on the door of John's closest trying to get him to come out. I still hadn't figured out what happened to Chatty, but I knew that it was the reason, that Bobby looked so upset.

We took alternating turns knocking on the door trying to get John out. I was taking a break, sitting on the bed, while Bobby was shouting at the door, when Chatty walked in.

At first, I didn't recognize her. She was wearing a plain white t-shirt and black gym shorts. Her customary black gloves, earrings, and ratted clothes were all gone and she looked completely different.

Bobby noticed her entrance, as well, and he was regarding her with a shocked look I'm sure I shared. The illusion was broken when she opened her mouth, "Did I grow another head? I changed clothes people; you guys do it every day! Bobby what are you doing?"

Bobby had been leaning against the closet, pressing his ear against the wood. He backed away self-consciously, "Well, John won't come out of the closet".

Chatty laughed at that. It wasn't a pleasant sound; her voice was even more hoarse and gravelly than normal, "OK, I know that he cares a little too much about his hair, but there's no need to jump to conclusions"

That comment broke the tense situation considerably. Both Bobby and I burst into gales of laughter. Chatty still wasn't sure what was going on, but she smiled at our reactions. It took several minutes for us to return to our conversation. I explained shortly, "That's not what we meant, sugar. What Bobby's trying to say is that John is upset about something, so he locked himself in the closet and we have been unable to get him out."

Chatty rolled her eyes, "That's because you're doing it wrong. This is how to deal with ", she walked over to the closet and Bobby quickly got out of her way, "IF YOU DON'T OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW THEN WE WILL BREAK IT OPEN!"

We both jumped as Chatty yelled the warning banging the door several times for emphasis. When there was no answer Chatty turned around and in a much softer voice, "Do you guys know where Peter is?"

We both shook our heads, confused. She shrugged, "Are either of you strong enough to kick in a door, because I'm definitely not."

Neither of us had time to reply, because at that moment, John opened the door and jumped out energetically. Chatty was pulled into a big hug and John babbled something unintelligible about her being okay. She wiggled away from him awkwardly. I was even more confused by this and clearly Chatty didn't understand it much more.

"I'm sorry that I puked on you, but is that really necessary?"

John pulled away looking confused and worried again. "Ms. Gray didn't tell you about the…" he trailed off awkwardly.

Chatty's eyes narrowed dangerously, "Tell me about what", she turned to me, "What didn't I hear?"

I quickly shrugged, "Don't look at me. They haven't told me anything either"

John and Bobby both started babbling at the same time,

"You should really ask Jean about it",

"It's really complicated",

"All random medical stuff"

"We don't understand it entirely"

"In fact, it's probably best you go straight to the infirmary and ask her"

"She's probably worried about you disappearing"

"Not that you have to go"

"It's not like she'll lose it if you don't.

I tried hard not to laugh at the boy's antics. Chatty seemed amused to, if not a little annoyed. She watched them silently until they quieted under her glare. They both eventually trailed off into silence and Chatty took that opportunity to speak, "You guys found out about the tumor didn't you?"

What happened next would have been very comical if it wasn't so scary at the time. I tried to jump to my feet, but my legs were entangled in the sheets so I hit the ground with an ungraceful thump. John somehow managed to bang his head on the desk, I didn't actually see how and Bobby just stood there shocked.

Chatty continued watching us with a look of amusement in her eyes. "You guys really think I wouldn't have felt something like that. I've known for months probably years".

We just stared at her still confused, John still rubbing his head turning a dark shade of red. Chatty rolled her eyes and continued, "It's a benign tumor, not cancer," Bobby scoffed at that, "You don't believe me fine I'll get it tested, but that tumor is not made of cancer cells".

I managed to pull myself upright, and walked over to her, "How can you be so sure? Did you get tested before?"

She shrugged, "Nah, never had the money for test. It's more of a gut feeling, a really strong sure gut feeling though"

I nodded, "Well if you're that sure then you are coming to me to get tested", Chatty opened her mouth to protest, but I shushed her, "I am not going to take a chance that you may be sick. As I said, you are coming with me to get tested, and I won't hear another word about it."

I dragged Chatty to the infirmary, with her complaining all the way, leaving behind two very confused boys

Robin POV

After Chatty told her story and stormed out, I was left to tell my story to the professor. At first, I didn't think I would be able to, because I was so angry with Chatty. However, the professor didn't seem to notice or just ignored my reaction. He seemed to be thinking very hard about something.

As he was thinking, I began to collect my thoughts. It had been years since I was able to control the words I said after I opened my mouth. I'd never had the time to focus on what I was going to say, so I almost always sounded like an idiot.

Eventually, Xavier looked up at me smiling warmly, "Do you want to tell me your story now, or would you rather do it tomorrow?"

I shook my head firmly, "No, I need to get this out of the way", I physically bit my tongue to stop talking. The professor nodded and I continued to speak as slowly as I could, trying not to ramble like normal. If I rambled like normal, I know that's we'd be here next morning.

"So, I grew up in the suburb. I lived a boring life until I was fifteen. See, I was an only child so my parents spoiled me rotten. They lead the anti-mutant whatever I my little town. They never told me why, but I suspect it was because a few of the bullies that picked on me were mutants. As Chatty said, I followed her and her brother out of town. My parents never knew that I was a mutant, so when I disappeared with two mutants, they went on the warpath. I wonder how they'd react if I told them. But that is not important. There's not much else to tell. I've been following Chatty ever since".

I had to bite my tongue even harder to shut up this time. I think the professor noticed this time. He sighed, "Do you remember your real name?"

I nodded, "Rue Smith. Smith is actually my last name, Chatty liked using it, because it's a really, really common name. I always hated the name Rue though. It's so weird, you'd think that it's short for something, but it's not. I mean did my parents just decide to make up for my common surname by giving me a freaky first name-". I cut myself off biting my tongue so hard that I tasted blood.

I took a deep breath before starting again, "My Dad's name is John and my Mother's name is Mary. Fun fact, those are the two most common male and female names in the US. I am sorry, but good luck finding them, as well", this time I bit my tongue with less enthusiasm. Note to self: find less painful way to shut yourself up.

He let me go looking rather annoyed. I walked quickly down the hall fully intending to have an angry conversation with Chatty, but before I got there Warren interrupted me.

"Hey, I've been looking for you, what did the professor want?"

I didn't even bother to try reigning in my thoughts this time, "Nothing much, he wanted to hear more about Chatty and I's histories and try and find our parents. I don't think we were very helpful though. We tried though it's just that Chatty blocked memories of her parents out so much that she actually forgot their names and hers. And I, well, my parents are impossible to find because there's probably hundreds of people with the same name as theirs. I do really hope he can find them though I would really like to see my parents again even if-"

Warren cut me off with a quick kiss. I shut up grinning like an idiot. He leaned over whispering in my ear. "I was thinking we'd pick up where we left off".

A shiver of the best kind ran down my spine. Warren clearly felt it because he laughed and kissed me on the cheek. I'm starting to wonder if this guy healthy for me, because I have an even harder time concentrating when he's around, not that I'm complaining.

We started walking back to his room and for some reason I started counting in my head as we walked. I'd never done it before, but it really calmed me down and helped me focus. I didn't realize that I was saying it out loud until Warren said, "So you walk in time to?"

I looked around inquisitively. Warren looked at me oddly, "You never noticed? Chatty always counts when she's walking. I don't thinks she realizes that she does it, but it's really noticeable when you know what to look for"

I nodded a bit ashamed that he knew more about Chatty then I did, "I guess I picked the habit up subconsciously from her. Are you sure that she counts? It's just, I've never noticed"

Warren nodded, "Well, I noticed by accident really. Once, when she was listening, to her CD player, I noticed she was whispering something, and I thought it was lyrics. I got close enough to hear what she was saying, but all she said was, one and two and three and four and one and… you get the point. Weird way to count, though"

I realized what he was talking about, "That's musical counting. She's counting eighths in four,four time, and you've never taken a music class in your life have you?"

We had arrived at his room and he cut me off again, "No I haven't, but how needs to talk about music, when we can talk about you."

I didn't have time to reply to that. He kissed me, gently at first but with growing passion. I heard the door close behind us and felt his hand around my waist pulling me closer. Everywhere, we were touching felt like fire and as the kiss deepened I tangled my hands in his hair.

He pushed me against the wall almost gently and I began to run my hands down his back, feeling the toned muscles…wait a minute…"HOLY CRAP!"

I broke away not realizing at first that I had yelled that last part. Warren looked at me confused. Clearly, he was clueless at this point in time. I opened my mouth for once lost for words. "Um, you wouldn't have happened to notice anything missing?"

He smiled kissing my neck softly whispering, "I have everything I want tight here", damn he's good.

I struggled to find words, "That's defiantly the sweetest thing anyone ever said to me, you're a real angel. Just one thing, I think you've lost your wings."

He stopped as if suddenly realizing I was right. He reached behind himself as if feeling the place where his wing had once been. He quickly took off his shirt, turning around to look in the mirror.

His back was smooth and normal, like he'd never had wings in the first place.

Warren turned to me looking scared, "I get the feeling that this is really, really not good"

I thought to myself, understatement of the year

AN: Thanks to my wonderful and faithful reviewers TristeAlma and rosebudlilac. You're reviews are amazing as always. And for all my readers that don't review, I would still love to hear your opinions, but you have to review first.