I, uh, I'm not even going to try and fabricate an excuse for this. I guess I just got bored of X-Men for a while, and then last night Last Stand was on and I saw the part with Warren so I felt guilty... and finished this chapter.

PLEASE DON'T KILL MEEEEEE!

... Hope you likes...


MY ADVENTURES AT WORTHINGTON INDUSTRIES...

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*NEW COMMENT* posted by Baybeechevy:

I know ur mad at Warren and honest I would b 2 but srsly he is prob upset 2 u no? try 2 4give him k -Baybee


*NEW COMMENT* posted by rickstix_m6:

yeah well u win sum u loose sum Biggie oh and wat Baybee said 2


*NEW COMMENT* posted by RingMistress-x-3:

I agree w/ Baybee and rick. Warren didn't want u 2 know cuz he was afraid... mutants hav 2 b careful who they trust. Don't be mad at him 2 long, I'm sure he still value ur company I think u guys r gunna b fine


*NEW COMMENT* posted by chickmagnete22:

u deserv it u bitch ur so stupid I hope u die I hope waren nevr talk 2 u agan


*NEW COMMENT* posted by Baybeechevy:

keep ur u no wat-ing mouth shut chickmagnete! shes no stupid just cuz she made a mistake like u never have if u dont like wat she does y dont u stay off her blog u fuckin troll? n learn how 2 use spell check while ur at it


He was fast - oh, so fast, but more so in the air, comfortable with who he was. Flying was his nature, so of course he was brilliant at it - a fast flyer, taking first place if there were races among angels. But the question - was he fast enough to beat out the force of gravity?

With the wind rushing against his skin, Warren streaked through the air, praying to God he could get there before she hit the water. He had to, he just had to.

He was flying as fast as he could, and he didn't care that probably everybody in San Francisco could see his wings. As long as he saved Ryane, he could never be treated normal ever again and he wouldn't care. He didn't care about any of those things she'd said before because he knew she hadn't meant any of it.

She almost hit the water.

He acted only on instinct, and before he even knew what he'd done, he had Ryane in his arms. He could hear everyone down on the ground yelling and gasping, and he knew the TV cameras were rolling and catching every minute of this. Oh well... saving Ryane's life was worth it. The secret was already out anyway - honestly, how much worse could it get? Not too much, in his opinion.

She was slightly damp, just a little water on her back and in her hair, but it was clear that she was startled beyond anything. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was open, but it looked like she had no idea what to say. At first she just stared in front of her, obviously freaked out, then she shifted gears and gawked at him. "W-Warren? What the hell!"

He smiled at her. "Hi, Ryane."

If it was even possible, her eyes widened even more. "W-Warren!"

He chuckled, heading back toward the tree where his coat was. "Don't look down, okay?"

And of course, she looked down. After which she screamed bloody murder and threw her arms around his neck, even though he had a good grip on her. "Oh God, Warren, please don't drop me, please!"

He shook his head. "Ryane, it's okay. I won't let you fall."

Even so, she buried her face in his shoulder and and sobbed; he could even feel her tears against his skin. "I-I hate heights, Warren..."

She hated heights? Then what had she been doing on the bridge in the first place? "Don't worry, Ryane. I've got you, I'm not going to let you go. I promise. You're alright. It's fine, I'm... you know, I'm pretty good at this. I've been doing it for a while."

"F-Flying?"

"Oh, no, not that. I meant saving young ladies' lives."

"Liar. I haven't known you that long but I can tell when you're being sarcastic."

"Yeah, I kinda make it overly obvious, don't I?" He landed behind the tree and put her down, helping her regain her sense of balance. Falling off a bridge and almost drowning could screw that up. "Are you okay, other than being scared?" he asked as he started putting his harness back on.

"Yeah, I think... I think so." She rubbed her arm, probably trying not to stare at the whole "harness" process, but she kind of was anyway. "Just a, um... a little shaken up."

"I figured that." He buckled up the first strap, over his stomach, before starting on the two over his chest. "What happened, anyway?"

"I... I don't really remember." She shook her head, putting a hand over her own chest. "I mean, I was still mad, and I was walking home. I... guess I wasn't paying attention, and I walked straight onto the bridge. A car... must have come at me. And I ran out of the way... lost my footing and fell, I think. I was... lucky I grabbed on."

Warren raised an eyebrow at her, buckling the last strap. "I thought you told me your house was on Elm Street. That's in the other direction. You shouldn't have been heading toward the bridge if you were headed straight home. Where were you going? I mean, why were you going back toward the skyscrapers?"

"Look, Warren, I was tired and in a bad mood, and I'm still tired and my mood's not that great either." She tried to fix her hair into a sloppy, tieless ponytail, but it didn't exactly work. "I must have accidentally gone the wrong way, that's all." Out of nowhere, she had her arms around him again. "I'm so sorry, Warren! This is all my fault! I shouldn't have gotten mad, I didn't have any right to. There are a lot of mutant haters out there, and I should have known you were just trying to protect yourself. You never told anyone, why should I have been different? God - and you just showed your wings to everybody so I wouldn't die! B-But why, Warren? After I was so awful to you? If I were you, I wouldn't have done it!"

Warren's eyes widened now, as he just held her against him and put his arms around her. She wouldn't have saved herself if she'd been in his position? But any person who cared about their friend would do everything possible to save them if they were in danger. He found it a little hard to swallow that she thought he should have let her die, that she thought so low of herself. "Ryane, it's... it's okay. My wings... everybody knows now anyway. Just don't worry about what I did. Those are my consequences, not yours. The only thing that matters is you're okay now."

She quickly pushed away from him, her eyes widening more (if that was even feasible). "Wait. Warren. What do you mean, everyone knows about your wings? What - What happened?"

He bit his lip, then sighed. "Some... stupid reporter..." he began, choosing his words carefully, "apparently... read... your blog. And the, uh, I guess the mod hasn't removed that part yet."

Her eyes widened, then she put both hands up on her head, her fingers sticking through her hair. "Oh my God!" She turned around, shaking her head. "Oh my God, Warren, what did I do!" She whirled back around to face him. "I am so sorry! Oh God, I can't believe I did that!"

"R-Ryane, calm down." He reached over and put a hand on her shoulder. "It was only a matter of time-"

"But it was me, Warren! I can't believe I could be so stupid!"

"Hey." Warren took a step closer and pulled her to him, rubbing her back. "It's okay. Just take a breath, and let it out. It's alright. Look, I'm over it, you see? It's fine. I'm already over it, I forgive you."

When he felt dampness against his skin, he realized she was crying. "B-But... But I was so mean. It was a horrible thing for me to do."

"I know. I know, but I was mean too. I could have been more understanding, and I didn't have the full story. Now come on... I should walk you home."

As he got his coat back on, he saw her slump down against the tree and bury her head in her hands. "... I am so fired. I'm fired, right, Warren?"


Well... hopefully you guys aren't too mad at me and haven't lost faith. I will NEVER quit my stories, I promise!

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