Title: Ever Since
Pairing: Angel/Rogue
Rating: Eventually M, but it's more like a T rating for now.
Setting/Spoilers: Post 3rd movie. And no, I didn't change anything about the 3rd movie. Sorry.
Disclaimers: I do not own X-Men, but Stan Lee owns my soul. But I do own Alexander Fiyero, Cindy Malone, Matthew Harold, and Rain Enmode. So if you feel like using any of them for a story, please let me know.
Feedback: Please? I almost love it as much as I love my comics.
Distribution: Want. Take. Have. Just let me know where it's going and make sure to credit me.
A/N: So, wow. I was really surprised of all the feedback I received for this fic. It makes me very happy. This is only my second X-Men fic, the other being A World of My Own, and I'm really glad that everyone likes my interpretations of the characters, especially Warren. I was really sad that he was barely in the film. I mean, he had what? 5 or 6 lines? It depressed me. Thus this was born. I love my Warren. And I'm glad everyone else does, too.
Okay… babble over. Oh! And anything in bold is an article.
The bright noon sun shone down on Jubilee as she and Storm drove to the grocery store. Sighing, Jubilee looked out the window and couldn't believe that summer break would be over at the end of the week. She'd finally gotten used to the stillness of the house. Sure, she wished that she could have been like the other kids and gotten to leave the mansion for the summer, but she didn't have much of a choice. The mansion was the only home she'd known for a very long time. But, much to her surprise, she hadn't been as lonely as she had predicted she was going to be. Hanging out with Rogue and Angel had helped the time pass quickly.
At the thought of Rogue and Angel, Jubilee frowned slightly as she realized that she hadn't seen either of them since they left for the premier. She'd gone looking for both of them earlier in the morning, but she hadn't been able to find them. Her mind suddenly racing with a million things they could have done after the premier, she grinned broadly, hoping that something relationshipy had happened. After all, she only wanted the best for her two best friends.
As they reached the store, Jubilee obediently followed Storm inside and went to fetch a cart. To be completely honest, the only reason she had agreed to accompany Miss Monroe was to get out of the house. Sighing again, she started to push the cart towards Storm, but froze as a gossip magazine caught her attention. Squealing she ran over to the rack, abandoning the cart, and ignoring Storm's annoyance. She grabbed the magazine off the rack and stared at the cover in disbelief.
Love at Last
Playboy Warren Worthington III has finally found true love.
(turn to page 15 for more)
"Ohmygod!" Jubilee squealed again, staring down at the cover picture, which featured Warren and Rogue smiling, Warren's hand splayed possessively across Rogue's stomach. "I knew it!" She exclaimed as she hurriedly flipped through the pages of the magazine.
Tiredly, Storm approached her, trying to figure out what was going on with the girl. "Jubilee, your gossip magazines can wait. I thought you said you were going to help me." In response, Jubilee held up the magazine, showing Storm the cover. Gasping in surprise, Storm hurried over next to her, quickly reading the article with her student.
Love at Last
The premier of Alexander Fiyero's new film To Love Or Not to Love revealed more than just a movie. It was also the premier of Worthington Enterprise heir Warren Worthington III's new girlfriend, Marie D'Ancanto, the pro-mutant activist from the Liberty Island Incident. Their arrival was marked by surprised gasps by New York's elite, but the happy couple ignored everyone else and quietly slipped into the pre-party unannounced.
As everyone else wondered who this mystery woman was, Fiyero knew all to well who she was, and spent the evening talking to the happy couple, even at one point giving them his best wishes and handing Marie a card.
"I always knew they'd get together." Alexander, Warren's best friend, told this reporter, smiling happily. "He and Marie have known each other for years. But they've only been friends up until about three months ago. He even promised her that he would get rid of his mutation so they could be together, but she wouldn't let him. She told him that his mutation wasn't what was keeping them apart—her father was.
"But all she wanted was Warren and I guess he finally has her father's blessing. And I think it's great. Warren's been miserable ever since the Incident at Alcatraz Island, but whenever he's with Marie, all he can do is smile. They wanted to keep it quiet, but Warren is just so happy with her that he couldn't keep their love a secret any more."
At the after party, Warren and Marie were seen laughing, and hanging all over each other. Warren spent the entire night doting on her and introducing her to all his friends.
"I think she's just the sweetest little thing ever." Rain Enmode, the last in Warren's line of model girlfriends, said. "And there are totally no hard feelings between me and Warren. A couple of days ago, he invited me out to lunch and introduced me to Marie. And I can't hold a grudge because they're just too cute together. They were feeding each other and Warren kept nibbling on her ear. They make such a cute couple and I wish them all the happiness in the world."
However, not all of Warren's friends are happy about this recent development in his love life. "I don't understand why Warren's letting himself be fooled by her." Long time pal, singer, Matthew Harold said. "He met Marie his last year of school. And for the longest time, all she did was deny his advances and make fun of him behind his back. For someone who was found at a mutant terrorist crime scene, she just couldn't accept the fact that he had wings. Warren would constantly throw himself at her, offering her expensive gifts and a better life, but she just kept rejecting him until his father announced 'the cure.' Suddenly Marie was all over him, wanting him to take 'the cure.' I don't know what's changed now, and why they're still together, but I don't think they'll last for very long. And if they do, it's only because she's in it for his money."
Despite his friends' warnings and misgivings, Warren's completely happy with his given situation, announcing to Fiyero, "She's made me the happiest man alive and all I want to do is spend the rest of my life with her."
After the happy couple left the party, Fiyero told this reporter that "I've never seen Warren so excited before. He's already shopping for wedding rings. I give it a month before they're engaged."
So, girls, I hate to break it to you, but play boy Warren Worthington III is officially off the market, and very happy with new girlfriend Marie D'Ancanto.
As soon as anything else is heard about Warren and this new stage of his life, you can bet that Entertainment Weekly will be the first with any updates on the new WarM relationship.
Jubilee stared down blankly at the magazine. "WarM?" She stated, wrinkling her nose in disgust. "Couldn't they think of something cleverer than that? I mean there was Bennifer and TomKat, but all they can come up with for them is WarM? How lame is that?"
Storm looked at Jubilee and then back down at the magazine, focusing on an image of Rogue and Warren holding hands, and then of another of her snuggling into his arms as he whispered something into her ear. Of all the people in the house, she did not expect Angel and Rogue to get together. Not that believed anything those stars said, but she couldn't deny the photos. "Jubilee, buy the magazine. We're going back home." Storm announced.
Her student giggled. "You want to know if they're actually dating, huh?"
"I want to make sure Logan hasn't seen this."
The first thing Rogue was aware of when she awoke was her pounding headache. The second thing she was aware of was Warren's warm body next to hers. The third thing she was aware of was feathers resting on her shoulders. The fourth thing she was aware of was a loud banging sound.
Groaning, she rolled over and buried her head into Warren's chest, hoping that if she ignored the banging, it was just go away and she could go back to sleep. Feeling Warren start to wake up, she shook her head and buried it further into his chest, breathing in deeply a smell that was uniquely Warren. It reminded her of clouds and Rogue had to admit that she liked it. "Make the noise go away." She mumbled into his chest, hoping he would get the message. Last night vaguely registered in her head. She couldn't remember how she ended up in bed with him, but she trusted him enough to know that nothing happened.
Warren tightened his hold on Rogue's waist as he attempted to drift back off to sleep, he, too trying to ignore the banging noise. "It's your room. You make them go away." He mumbled with a yawn, as he brought his wings up around the both of them, in an attempt to lessen the sound.
It didn't work.
"Please…" Rogue mumbled, her warm breath tickling his chest. "Please, Warren?"
Sighing, Warren stretched out one of his wings and used it to open the door slightly before moving it back to it's original position.
As soon as the door was opened, Jubilee flew into the room, but froze at the sight before her. "Miss Monroe!" She called, still staring at the couple on the bed, not knowing what to say. "Miss Monroe! The article was telling the truth!"
At the word 'article' Warren shot up into a sitting position, his wings quickly folding behind his back, and Marie falling ungracefully to the other side of the bed. "What article?" Warren demanded to know, staring expectantly at Jubilee as Storm hurried into the room, gasping at Warren and Rogue being in the same bed.
"Uh… This one." Jubilee said sheepishly as she handed him the issue of Entertainment Weekly. "We found it when we went up to the market."
Curiously, Rogue crawled back over next to Warren, peering at the magazine over Warren's shoulder. "What!" She shrieked, glancing at the cover picture. "But… But… They're weren't any camera's around. I mean, that was when we were talking to-"
"Alex." Warren said, cutting Rogue off. "Who was wearing glasses. Damn it! He never wears his glasses to premiers. I should have known…"
Rogue looked at him wearily. "Should have known what, sugah?"
Grimacing, Warren opened the magazine, showing Rogue the article. "Alex likes to make up stories. Something about good publicity for him…" He glanced at the article quickly, picking up on key words and names before pointing it out to her.
Surprised, Rogue grabbed the magazine out of his hands, and quickly began scanning through it, her eyes growing wider with each word. Paling, Rogue stared blankly at the words unable to believe it. For the first time in her life she went to something fancy and important and now she was on the cover of a gossip magazine. This wasn't what she wanted. All she wanted was a normal life. And instead she got trouble at every possible corner. It was enough to make a girl want to scream.
When he was certain she had finished reading the article, Warren gently took the magazine out of Rogue's still hands, and looked at her in concern. "Are you okay? I mean, it's not that bad. It could have been worse than that."
"I haven't even met half those people." Rogue said with a frown. "Why are they acting like they know me? And Matthew Harold?" She sighed in frustration. "I loved his music and he called me a whore!"
Warren shrugged. "Well, he didn't use whore exactly. I think he was going for gold-digger…" He pointed out with a slight smirk.
Rogue smacked him in the chest playfully. "That was not the point." She said with a laugh. "I mean, what are we going to do? All of America and probably half of England thinks were dating. Or engaged… I mean, what do we do now?"
"Well," Warren began but frowned when he noticed that Jubilee and Storm were still standing in the doorframe. "Uh… Could we have a little privacy?"
Jubilee grinned. "Sure, take your time." She said as she started to push Storm out of the room. "Come on, Miss Monroe, let's give them some alone time." Once Storm was out of the room, Jubilee stopped and turned back towards Rogue and Angel. "Oh, the market had these, too." She added as she handed them two more magazines. "Bye!" She giggled as she ran out of the room, slamming the door behind her as she left.
Sighing, Rogue looked down at the magazines and then looked back up at Warren. "So… What exactly are we supposed to do now?"
"There are a couple of things we could do." Warren said as he took the magazines out of Rogue's hands and set them down on the bed. "I could release a statement to the press saying it's not true, which would be bad publicity for me. We could stage a public break-up, but I'm not sure what kind of publicity that would cause. Or we could go along with it." He looked up at her, his hand now cupping her cheek. "And see what happens."
Before Rogue could think of a response, Warren's cell phone rang, causing him to wince. Slowly, he reached for his phone, and paled at the name on the screen. "Uh… I have to take this. I'll be right back." He said as he hurried out of the room, and Rogue could swear she heard, "Hi, Dad…" before Warren disappeared from her hearing range.
Sighing Rogue looked down at the abandoned magazines, and picked up Celeb Gossip Weekly, glancing down at a photo of Warren helping her out of the party, his hands low on her waist, and a happy smile on her face. As she flipped open the magazine, her door slammed open.
"Marie!"
She jumped and looked up at Logan, grimacing slightly. "Logan." She stated dumbly, not having anything better to say.
He slammed the door shut, and stared at her, the anger more than evident in his voice. "Got something that you wanted to tell me." He demanded more than asked.
Rogue winced. "No." She lied. "Should I?"
"You know damn well why." Logan spat out, thrusting a magazine into Rogue's hands. "You and Pigeon boy. How long has this been going on for?"
She rolled her eyes and threw the magazine down onto the bed. "You're not my daddy, Logan. I don't have to get your permission to go out on a date." Rogue stated. "Besides, the article is full of shit."
Logan cocked an eyebrow. "His scent is all over you; all over this room. And you expect me to believe that there's nothing going on with you two?"
Before Rogue could say anything, Warren burst back into the room. "Marie, my dad read the article. He's going to be in New York tomorrow and wants to have dinner with us. He also wants this over-protective father of yours to join us-" He froze as he realized that Logan was in the room.
Smirking, Logan glared at Warren and then looked at Rogue. "I'm not your daddy, huh?"
Rogue groaned. Tomorrow was going to be longest night ever. She could feel it.
So… The next chapter the 'dads' meet.
Review and tell me what you thought. And yes, I do realize that I have this strange Logan-daddy fetish.