An All New Romance

**I spent ages writing out an explanation in the first chapter, so you don't need to know anything X-Men to read! Rated Y for sexual innuendo, mild sexual scenes, mild violence and language. I wouldn't class it R, but I see that some people might.** With Scott Summers about to leave the rest of the time displaced, original X-Men to go travelling with his father, will Warren confess his feelings for the boy with the red sunglasses?

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33. The Sinner

"I apologize for my father." Rosie sat crossed legged in front of Warren. On closer inspection, he could identify her as probably about fifteen, maybe slightly younger. He furrowed his brow at her words. "Yes, Mr Brooke is my father. We are brought up to respect the older males, and my father is in charge here, so even more so with him."

Warren began to feel dizzy now, his fingers starting to tingle. Screwing his eyes shut, he tugged hard on his restraints, moaning at the way the rope cut into his wings.

"Angel, please!" She begged, placing a gentle hand on his arm. "I won't hurt you like he tells me to. I don't want to displease God."

Warren shook his head slowly, looking down at the ground in defeat. What was the point? Scott hated him. Julian hated him. His friends didn't need him. And if he died now, all of this Archangel stuff in his future would be avoided. Everyone would be better off without him.

"Do you know why he needed to find and return you so badly?" Warren did not respond. "He has sinned. He knows returning you will cleanse him. He believes..." She paused. "He believes we do not notice - that we do not know in which way he has sinned. But some of us see it clearly. I do."

She stroked Warren's hair softly, before reaching out to touch his wing. She gasped slightly when her fingers contacted the feathers.

"You really are beautiful, gentle angel." She whispered. Warren resisted rolling his eyes - he already knew that. "I knew the book said that you would be, but I did not expect this."

Warren wanted to tell her that he regularly excelled people's expectations, because it was true. He did. He was great at surprising people with what he could do. Even if the X-Men never saw that.Or never cared.

"I don't like see you like this, angel." He flinched as she reached around his body, but relaxed when he felt the tie fall away from his lips.

"Thank you." He whispered. He wanted to shout at her - to threaten her, maybe. But there was something about her that made Warren not want to frighten her.

"Do not thank me." Her voice was quiet and weak. "You do not understand."

"Understand what?" Warren pushed.

"I am the one who lead my father to you." She confessed. "We have been watching you for quite a while. We have a member in the mountains, who told us that he saw you. My father then assigned me the task of finding you."

"So, you've been stalking me?" Warren's eyes grew wide. What if they found the school? What about the other mutants?

"I've been monitoring the mountain, waiting for you to leave it. Father says we should not intrude on the home of an angel." She explained. "I followed you to the church. It was perfect. The church was the exact place we'd hope to find you. To prove you were more than just a hoax."

"I'm not-"

"I saw you with that other boy." She continued to speak over him. "The one who wore the glasses with the red lenses. I could not hear what you were saying from where I hid, but from the way he ran from the church, I assumed you were having a disagreement. What were you discussing?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." Warren sighed, screwing his eyes shut to dull the pain in his head.

"Oh." Rosie blushed, before quickly changing the subject. "I wish they wouldn't hurt you like this." She ran her finger over the rope that pushed into his wings and chest. A few feathers around the rope were tinted crimson, spoiling their flawless appearance.

"Then, release me. Let me go!" Warren begged.

"I cannot. Father must cleanse his soul of his sin." She whispered, looking down and her hands in her lap.

"What sin?" Warren questioned, hoping to find a loophole he could use to break himself free.

"Father has an attraction to another man." She whispered, almost inaudibly.

"Oh, this is just too good!" Warren laughed to himself in disbelief. "Attraction isn't a sin, Rosie."

"It is when the recipient is one of your own gender."

"You wanna know what I was arguing about with that boy in the church?" Rosie nodded silently. "He is - was - my boyfriend. But he hurt me and he couldn't see why. And then I started developing feelings for someone else - a boy down in New York."

"No! You are an angel!" She pushed back from him. "You can't have sinned!"

"Oh, trust me, I'm a sinner." His mind drifted to all the bad things he had done, and would continue to do in his future.

"No! Father will not like this! He will not understand. I do not understand!" She stood quickly, taking up the tie from the ground. "You lie!"

"Doesn't that make me just as much of a sinner?" He licked his dry lips, proud of how uncomfortable he was making her.

"No! You cannot just-" She cut off her own words, falling into his lap, before forcing the tie back into his mouth and tying it far too tight at the back of his head. "Silence!"

She stood quickly, backing away from him.

"You- you are no a-angel!" She stuttered. "You are a demon!"

"Rosie!" Her father re-entered the room. "Has the angel behaved for you?"

Warren shot her a look. He knew that if her father discovered she had spoken to him, and been so kind to him, she would be in big trouble. He could tell from how wary she was around him.

"Y-yes, sir." She stuttered. "I believe he may have a head injury, as he seems quite tired."

"Then, we better bring the service forward." Mr Brooke commanded, clapping his hands twice. The loud sound resonated through Warren's sore skull and he moaned slightly in response. "Rosie, prepare the table, and call the others. We need to ensure everybody is here to witness this."

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