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?


35. Silent Sleep

Everything was dark. Warren didn't understand. It was like he was asleep but he couldn't wake himself, no matter what he tried. He could hear voices around him - familiar voices. But they sounded strange and distant. There was a repetitive beeping noise that led Warren to believe he might be in a hospital. Suddenly, the sounds begin to fade again, despite Warren's desperation.

"Warren?" Scott's voice brought Warren's hearing back almost instantaneously. He wanted nothing than to open his eyes and see Scott, but he couldn't. "Warren, can you hear me?"

Scott's voice was shaky and it was obvious he'd been crying. Warren ached to comfort him.

"I really need you to wake up for me, yeah?" He begged. "I'm so scared. You're terrifying me. I know this is my fault. And I can't apologize enough, ever. I'm so sorry. I can't believe I let this happen to you." Scott lowered his voice to a whisper. "I love you, Angel. With all my heart. You can't leave me. I can't let you go."

"You know," He took a deep breath, speaking up once again. "The older me and I had an argument over this. I wanted to take you to hospital, but he insisted you stay here, in the school infirmary. He won't even let Christopher help you. He says it'll be better if you heal yourself. He says if you don't wake up soon, then we can get Christopher, but not yet. I don't see why. I know you're strong, Warren, but I just don't want you to hurt anymore. Your head injury is pretty bad, in case you can't feel it." He couldn't. "And your wing... I'll tell you about that later."

Warren felt panicked. What was wrong with his wing? Could he still fly?

"They're telling me I need to go. That I have to sleep. But what's the difference between three sleepless nights and four sleepless nights, right?" Scott's voice wavered again, and soon his tears were showing through in his tone. "Just please wake up for me, Warren. Please don't leave me!"

The voices faded again.

"Warren, I'm really not supposed to be here, so I'll make this quick." Warren was more than surprised to hear Julian's voice. "Scott brought me here. The others don't actually know that-"

"Hurry up, Keller." Warren identified Scott's distant voice. He sounded jealous.

"Yeah, sure." Julian cleared his throat and lowered his voice. "What I said back on the mountain, I meant it. I really meant it. I-"

"Keller!" Scott warned.

"Come on, Summers. Do you want me here or not?" Julian retorted.

"Just wake him up!" Scott hissed.

"You don't think I'm trying?! What am I supposed to say to him?!" Julian snapped in return.

"I don't know, okay? I just don't know! You need to fix this for me because I just don't know what to do!" Warren could hear in Scott's voice that he was trying to be brave and not let his emotions push through into his voice. But it wasn't working.

"This is your fault, Summers! You did this to him!" Julian growled.

"Well, maybe you shouldn't have tried to sleep with him in the first place, you slut!" Scott snapped. If he hadn't had cared for both boys so much, he'd probably have found Scott's use of an insult amusing.

"Maybe you should have treated him better, you possessive asshole!" Warren wanted to stop this. He wanted to stand up and scream for them to shut up.

"You tried to screw another guy's boyfriend and you're making out I'm in the wrong?!"

"You are in the wrong, Summers! You treated him like crap!" Warren could hear footsteps and assumed that the pair were squaring off to each other. "Think about it; he hated you so much, he had travel 2,000 miles to cheat on you!"

"Shut up!" Scott yelled, his voice caught. "I should never have brought you here! You're just going to make everything worse! I don't care about what happened in the church, get out!"

"I saved his life!" Julian retorted. Warren was confused. Julian had saved his life? How? When?

"I don't care! If you hadn't have made him develop feelings for you, this wouldn't have happened!" Scott yelled.

"I didn't 'make' him do anything! You pushed him away. I was there." Julian's tone was calmer now - like he was enjoying the pain he was putting Scott through.

"You are so lucky I don't blast a hole right through your chest, rich boy!" Scott growled as Warren's hearing began to fade again.

"Hello, Angel." Warren did not recognize the voice. It was harsh, yet feminine. "It is Laura here."

Warren felt angry and jealous at the sound of her name.

"I am alone here. Due to my heightened senses, I will be able to tell if there is someone coming inside." Her voice was strangely reassuring. "I need to tell you that you should wake up. Actually, Scott sent me. He believes, quite foolishly, that you will awake at the sound of a person's voice. I do not believe this. But I keep my promises, and I promised I would do this."

Warren felt suspicion bloom in his mind. It was weird.

"I am aware of your relationships and sexual attractions. Firstly, Scott informed me when we were searching for you. He could not hide it very well either. His heart rate increased dramatically at reference to you." She explained. "Secondly, Julian."

Warren felt a pang of worry. Who knows?

"I could smell his scent on you every time that you left the school for long periods of time." She continued. "Do not fret. I have not told anyone."

"I think you should make a choice, Angel. Both boys have strong feelings for you. You need to stop jumping between them." Her voice was gentle, like a friend giving advice. "I know that you are in love with Scott, but he hurt you. I understand. And I know that you have feelings for Julian and you love how simple things are between you. Scott told me everything when we got you back here." Warren made a mental note to scold Scott for that later. "I do not envy your choice."

She took a deep breath and stood from the chair, which made a loud noise as it slid backwards. "Please wake up for Scott. He really misses you."

Silence again.

"Hi, it's Jean." Warren heard her laugh nervously. "We all really want you to wake up, Warren. It's not the same in the mornings now that we don't have to wait an hour for you to finish doing your hair and get out the bathroom."

"I wanted to help you, to go inside your head." Warren felt panicked at the prospect. "But future Scott said no. He said that none of the telepaths here are to go into yours or our Scott's mind. I don't know why. He won't even give us a clue."

She sighed heavily. "What are you hiding from me, Warren?"


"Bobby?" Warren could hear Hank's distant voice. "What are you doing?"

"It's weird." Bobby's voice was far too close and had a tone of fascination to it. "Like, he's there, but he's not."

"Bobby, are you going to help me or not?" Hank sounded tired. It worried Warren, although he was not sure why.

"I reckon he knows we're here. Like he can hear us or something." Bobby continued, ignoring Hank's question.

"Well, yes. Research shows that comatose patients can hear." Hank recited the words like he was reading from a text book, the way he always did. I'm in a coma? Warren thought, confused. I don't get it. How?

"Hey, Warren!" Bobby had his playful tone in his voice - the one that always managed to cheer people up. "There's an all-girl pool party going on outside."

"Bobby!" Hank warned.

"What? News like that would wake me from the dead!" He laughed, but the laughter soon faded. "I guess he really doesn't want to wake up."

"He'll wake up when he's ready. His body needs to fix itself after what happened." Hank's tone was more caring now, obviously trying to comfort the younger mutant. "You remember, back home, when he threw that party after joining the Xavier School and he got such a bad hangover he slept for almost two whole days?"

"Yeah, Scott was so pissed at him." Bobby chuckled slightly.

"This is just like that." Hank replied, his mind obviously on something else.

"What? He's only doing it to annoy Scott and get out of training?" Both boys laughed.

"It wouldn't surprise me." Hank sounded more relaxed now. "They've been constantly at each other's throats recently."

"I always thought they'd make a really good couple." If he was able to, Warren would've laughed hysterically at Bobby's words.

"What? Why do you think about stuff like that?" Hank sounded more than confused.

"Boredom, mainly." Bobby shrugged off the question. "But seriously, if they would gay they'd be perfect together. Warren could probably make Scott relax a little more and not be so uptight all the time. And maybe with someone like Scott in his life, Warren could take some time out to think about someone other than himself." Bobby laughed, amused. "I think if I was gay, I'd probably want to be with a guy like Warren."

"Bobby, what were we just talking about?" Bobby didn't reply. "He might be able to hear you!"

"Yeah, I probably shouldn't have said that. It's not like he needs another boost to that big ass ego of his." Even if it was at his expense, Warren enjoyed hearing Bobby laugh and relax a little.

"Anyway, I brought you down here to help me with these tests, not to discuss your homosexual desires." Hank teased. "You actually gonna help me or not?"

Then the voices faded again.

"I don't know why I'm here." Although the voice wasn't familiar, Warren knew immediately who it was - Scott's future self, the man his boyfriend grew up to be.

"Honestly, Angel, I'm scared. I'm scared because I'm feeling this way again. All of these years I managed to ignore the way I felt for you. After the Archangel incident, I convinced myself you were the bad guy, that I could never like you. And I was doing pretty damn good at it too. And then I saw you and me together and it all came back. And now I can't stop thinking about you... Well, not you. Present day you. The Angel I've grown up with. I saw him the other day. He was helping me and Emma out with something, and I couldn't take my eyes off him. Even with that stupid hairstyle he has now. He should've kept it like this..." Warren heard Scott shift slightly in his seat and, although he couldn't feel it, he knew Scott was running a hand through his hair. It was weird. For Warren, this Scott was kind of like a dad to his Scott. He was also double Warren's age.

"But you have to wake up, okay? If you don't, then my Warren doesn't exist. And that would really suck." He laughed nervously, the same laugh young Scott had.

"I don't know if you can hear me, but I like to think you can. And I just want to say... Please, don't hurt him. I mean, me. I remember what it felt like back then, when I first fell in love with you, and I really wasn't in a great place. I was getting over everything that happened in the foster homes and orphanages, and with my parents and Alex. And then, on top of that, coming to terms with my mutation and my sexuality."

Warren didn't know for sure, but he could've sworn Scott was crying. This was a man that was supposed to be an evil terrorist and murderer, who was heading for a mutant apocalypse. But Warren saw nothing but the boy he loved in the man's words.

"I- I mean, he. He's not coping well. He hasn't slept and he won't eat. He's with Kitty right now. I thought she could help him. Probably not." He sighed loudly. "They still don't know about you two. The students, I mean. It's still just me, you and him, so far as I know. They all just think it's the stress of being here getting to him. I think Jean will figure it out soon though."

"Scott?" Kitty's voice spoke up.

"Oh. Kitty. Ummm... Did you just hear... Ummm." Scott sounded worried. Just like my Scott, Warren thought.

"No, I've only just got here. Why? Is something wrong?" She sounded confused and curious.

"No. It's fine. Where's Scott?" He asked, changing the subject.

"He's outside. He refused to do anything. He just wanted to come back here." Kitty explained. "Maybe you should try talking to him. I don't think he's coping very well with anything right now."

"Yeah, sure." Scott replied quickly. "Thank you, Catherine."

And then, once again, silence.

"He really loves you, y'know?" Julian's voice was back now. Warren assumed he was talking to him, until a second voice came in.

"I know." Scott said in a low whisper.

"He knows you didn't do this to him, really." The voices came from slightly further away in the room.

"I know." Scott repeated.

"I like to think he'd be happy to know you're not beating me up anymore." Julian laughed slightly. "I hope the black eye fades before he wakes up."

Black eye?! Warren thought to himself, extremely worried. What happened between them?

"I hope that too." Scott's tone was slightly lighter now. "Can I speak to him alone, please?"

"Sure, I need to get back to New York anyway." Warren could almost hear the smile in Julian's tone. "Can I say goodbye first?"

"Yeah. Go ahead." Scott encouraged.

"Warren?" Julian's voice came closer. "I have to go now, but I don't want you think that I want to. I want to stay here with you until you wake up, but I need to get out before anyone finds out I'm here."

"Julian, tell him." Warren noted that Scott's words were soft, but insistent. "Tell him what you told me."

"Warren, I- I-" Julian sounded more nervous than ever. "If you can hear me, I need you to know this. I- I've fallen for you, bad. I can't stop thinking about you. And when Scott rang me up looking for you, I just-" Scott knows how to use a cell phone? "I fell apart. I came straight up here to help find you. Because the way I feel for you is like nothing I've ever experienced. I just- I needed you to know that."

"Okay," Scott sounded hurt, like he was holding back tears. "You should go before- I mean, someone will find you here."

"Goodbye, Warren. Make sure you get Scott to call me when you wake up, yeah?" Julian took a steadying breath as his voice weakened. "Later, gay boy."

The door slid open with a slow 'whoosh'. Warren noticed that the other two boys did not even acknowledge each other when Julian left.

"You know," Scott's voice drew closer. "This is the first time I've been alone with you. They keep dragging me away and I don't understand!"

Scott was crying heavily now. "It's been eight days, Warren! Eight frickin' days! Why won't you just wake up?"

Warren ached to feel his touch. Despite the comforting voice, Warren felt entirely alone. I can't, he thought to himself.

"You make me so angry when you do this stuff." Scott pushed the words through the sobs. "I'm so mad, knowing that you're hurting."

"You remember in the hotel, when we had the disagreement over whose name we'd take if we ever got married. I still want that, to marry you. If you wake up for me, we will." Scott paused, hoping for some movement on Warren's part. "Mr. Worthington Summers." He forced a laugh.

"Just wake up, baby. Please? For me? For... For Julian?" He begged. "I can't cope without you!"

"I have an idea, and I know that if you can hear me, you're probably going to hate it, but I want to try." He took a breath. "I want to spend forever with you. I want to-"

Warren heard Scott drag his chair closer.

"Warren, I want to try not caring what others think, for you, okay?" Warren felt Scott's hand in his own. He'd never been happier to feel something. He was coming back. He was going to wake up!

"Warren Kenneth Worthington III," Scott began, his voice wavering. "I have never loved anyone like I love you. And this had shown me that I need you more than anything. I guess what I'm trying to say is... Angel, will you marry me?"

The sensations were slowly returning to Warren's body, but he couldn't quite move. It was the most frustrating thing. He forced his mind to concentrate and prayed for his body to obey him. And then - it did.

"Y- yes." Warren's reply was scarcely a whisper.

"Warren?" Scott pulled back in disbelief, as Warren attempted to force his eyes open. "Warren! You're okay! Push a little harder, come back to me."

"Sc-Scott." He breathed. "I love you."

"I know, Warren. I know." Scott was crying more than ever now and Warren felt him push his lips to his own. "I'm so proud of you."

"Yes." Warren moaned, finally managing to open his eyes completely.

"What?" Scott laughed, looking down at his and smiling largely.

"Your question." Warren took a deep breath, his body aching. "Yes. I- I want that."

"Oh, Warren. I love you so much!" He pulled Warren's painful frame into his arms. "I'll make it all perfect, I promise."

"Angel is awake?" Warren looked over to see a stream of faculty members and students in the doorway. They were smiling.

"I'm- Ah!" He gasped as he pushed himself up into a seated position. His wings were painful, and as awkward as usual. "I'm okay."

"No. You're not." Scott objected firmly, as the others entered the room. "You're not leaving this bed."

"But I want to-"

"No, Warren! You're staying here." Scott ordered. Warren rolled his eyes. He just wanted to spend time with Scott now.

"Can't I just-"

"Scott's right, Warren." Kitty agreed, coming to stand beside the bed. "You need to stay here, at least for tonight."

"But-" Warren stopped himself. He was never going to win. "Fine."

"Can I talk to him alone, please? It's about the team..." Scott was a terrible liar and everyone knew that, but no one questioned it. "And what happened."

"Sure." Kitty smiled gently. "Come on, students. Back to class."

There were a few moans of disappointment as the group left the room. Scott sighed peacefully when the door closed behind them, and turned his attention back to Warren.

"Did you mean it?" Warren asked quickly.

"What?" Scott bit his lip nervously.

"You know exactly what, Summers!" Warren snapped impatiently. "Did you mean it?"

"Yes." Scott replied shyly. "Did you?"

"Yeah," Warren's tone softened again. "Of course I did, Scotty. I love you."

"So, this is real?" Scott swallowed hard, twisting his fingers together in his lap, after he sat on the bed at Warren's feet.

"Does this mean we're..." Warren lowered his tone. "We're engaged?"

"I guess so." Scott blushed. "Is that... Is that okay with you?"

"I said yes, didn't I?" Warren's features adopted a huge grin. "I love you with all my heart, Scotty. Nothing's gonna change that."

"But Julian... He-"

"I know. I know what he feels for me, and I know what I feel for him. But it's nothing compared to how I feel for you." He reached out and took Scott's hand. "I want to marry you, Scott Summers."

"I want to marry you too, Warren." Scott's eyes lined with tears behind his glasses.

"So, you do realize that this kind of means you have to come out?" Warren said reluctantly, not really wanting to spoil the moment.

"I think I'm ready." Scott smiled, running a hand through Warren's hair. "Seeing you lay there for the last week, completely helpless, made me realize I'd do anything to keep you safe. And some stupid fear of people knowing who I am really wasn't such a big deal. Not when your life was at risk."

"You're perfect. I'm so proud of you." Warren raised his aching arms and pulled Scott into a kiss. Somehow, this kiss was different. There was a sense of honesty within it that Warren hadn't felt before. There was no holding back. They loved each other unconditionally. When their lips broke, they spent a moment just holding each other, eyes closed, listening to each other's breathing.

"I'm so in love with you." Scott whispered. And suddenly, everything didn't seem so bad. They were together now. And it didn't feel like such a sin, for either of them.

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