Hey all. I am so so so so so so so so so so impossibly sorry for the super long wait. I had the WORST writer's block on this story, it was terrible. But for now its gone and I have written several chapters ahead, so updates should be fairly regular for a little while. I also apologize for the shortness of the chapters, that's seeming to become a trend, which is sad, but that's just how they end themselves. Huge thanks to my reviewer, endiahna. Again, soo sorry for the wait and the shortness. But enjoy, and review, please? Warren will love you forever if you do:)


Christmas came, and went. Then New Years was gone too. At first Mr. Worthington tried to make it at least look like they were a family. He planned "family outings", which typically involved the Step Monster (Warren's mother of the month) passing out by lunch time, and his father continually bringing up how nice it would be to have Warren home all the time, and not at "that freak school", by which of course he really mean how nice it would be to have a normal son, not bird-boy.

Warren did his best to ignore it, spending as much time as he could relaxing in his room, and simply enjoying his temporary freedom from Professor Scott.

Then at last the day came for him to return. His father was there when he left; the Step Monster was dipping into her eleven o'clock drink.

"Well, goodbye son," said Mr. Worthington, giving his son a brief hug. Warren said nothing, having been more than a little disturbed by his father's sudden warmth towards him. His father waved as the car pulled away. Warren sighed and pulled the cure packet out of his jacket pocket that he was quite certain his father had just slipped there, and threw it out of the window.

It was late when Warren arrived back at the school. The sun had set and nearly all of the other students had already arrived and settled down to bed, making sure to get a good night's rest before the new term started the next day. The hallway was dark as Warren set his bags down to unlock the door to his room.

"I missed you," came a dangerously soft voice from the shadows a few feet away.

"I'm sure," Warren murmured, struggling to ignore the sudden pounding in his chest at the voice.

"That was rude you know, leaving without a word like that," Scott whispered, drawing closer.

Warren suppressed a shuddered; he could almost feel Professor Scott's hot breath on the back of his neck. "I left a note," he said.

"But that way I couldn't say my proper goodbyes," there was a false, mocking whine in Scott's voice that made Warren's gut clench.

"I'm sorry," Warren lied, opening the door and walking into it, turning to close the door behind him.

But the goodnight he was forcing to his lips died in his throat as Scott put up a hand, holding the door open, and all of Warren's hopes of having one restful night at school were dashed.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" Scott asked, a dangerously playful grin crossing his face, "I've been so lonely while you were gone." Scott didn't wait for Warren to answer; he simply pushed his way in and locked the door behind him, attacking Warren's lips.

On reflex, at first Warren tried to pull away, but Scott only deepened the kiss, shoving the younger mutant roughly down onto the bed. So Warren had no choice but to close his eyes and bite his lip as the nightmares started all over again.