X-Angel

Summary; For once a fanfiction, which doesnt centralise around Rogue, or Wolverine -- dont get me wrong ofcourse, I love those guy's!!! Just thought, I'd experiment, with some of the "lower" characters aswell, as perhap's some of my own... dont worry, the main ones will make an appearence, here, and there... maybe grin Some mild spoilers to X-1, and X-2 ((I think)). And ofcourse for legal reason's, I don't own any of the Marvel character's, blah blah - just my own... which I'm sure you'll be able to figure out who they are. lol. Oh yes, before I forget, there is some mild language.

P.S Please be nice, this is my first fic and probably the only one I have actually finished -on my computer that is! So its just the hassle of updating it, okay? So there wont be any of really getting into the story,... and then I dont add to it for about three months. Love you all, Mwah!!!

Chapter 1

It was late at Night, neering Christmas. The young Girl, dressed up in a full length black hooded Coat, walked across the road, foolishly without looking.

She heard the continuous beeb of a car Horn, and the slam of brakes, before she looked up to be fazed by the bright headlights.

The figure, watched from above at the people, scuttling below. The air was cold, yet it didn't effect him. He peered down at the street below him, to see a person walking across the road. He saw the car approaching, and jumped. He glided down, outstretching his wing's, in time to pull her to safety, just as the car sped off.

"What the-?!" The girl gasped, pulling the hair from her face, struggling against the stranger's grasp, but looked her hero in the face. "Thankyou..." She said softly calming herself down.

"No problem..." He replied, letting a smile come to his lips. "Are you alright?" He asked, helping her to her feet.

"Yeah,... I think so." She said half in a daze, as she admired his wing's, which he folded behind his back. "What's your name?" She asked.

The man slowly blinked, as his Blond hair rufled slightly in the wind. "Angel."

She smirked. "No kidding." The girl smiled. "I'm Piper," She held out her hand.

Angel slowly shook it. "It was a pleasure meeting you Piper." He smiled, with a glint in his eye. He began to walk off, to take flight again, when Piper called out.

"Wait..." She said, hesitating, when he turned around. Frantically, she could only concentrate in her mind to pick up a fallen feather. "It fell..." She shrugged, and held out her hand for him to take it.

"Keep it." He smiled, closing her fingers around it. He couldnt help notice just how cold her hands were. With that he was away, flying free above the buildings.

Piper gasped, clutching at the feather, and looking up at the sky, as it slowly began to snow.

Angel returned to a perch on one of the Old Building's. He sat alongside one of the Gargoyles, and looked out, using his piercing vision, to once again spy on the people below. It was late, nearly Two in the morning, and thought about returning home, but then thought about the girl named Piper, and why she had been out so late. She was no more than Seventeen -the same age he was, so there was no chance of her being let out of a Nightclub.

He flew himself high over the streets, trying to catch a glimpse of her once more, and just as he was about to give up his search, he flew past the Churchyard, and thought he could see a figure huddled into the Alcove.

Piper, ran through the settling Snow, to the only Safe-Haven she knew closest to where she was. The Old abandoned church. She shook off the flakes of snow from her coat, and tried the handle. As she thought, it was locked, but she brought out, some scrap peices of metal, she had salvaged, and began to pick the Lock.

In no time at all, was she inside, closing the door behind her. The place wasn't considerably that Warm, but it offered shelter, and safety from the outside world.

"Bless thee Lord." She whispered, and slowly walked over to the candles, where she lit Two of them, and closed her eyes for a split second.

She jumped at the sound of the clapping Lightning, and listened afterwoulds, at the content rumbling of thunder. She looked up to the large stained glass window, at the Three saints, when another clap of lightning enthused, and the shadow of a figure could be seen, against the window.

That of a man with Wing's. She gasped turning round, hoping that he would be there. But the top balcony was empty. She felt a slight breeze, glide across her face, and she slowly turned to see Angel looking down at her.

"Carefull... you'll singe your wing's." She smiled, as he stood by the burning candel's.

Angel stepped away. "Who are they for?" He asked, looking down at them.

"My family." She smiled, looking at the floor.

"I'm sorry," He whispered. "I didnt mean to upset you..."

Piper shook her head. "It's fine, really." There was a moment of silence, and she took a deep breath. "Your a Mutant, arn't you?" She asked.

Angel nodded. "You dont hate, or fear me then?" He asked honestly, still looking over the candels, as the small amount of light they gave off, highlighted his facial features, of his strong defined jaw line, and sparkling Blue eyes.

"Well, you've got to be better off than other's." Piper said slapping her thigh's, sitting herself down, on the front Pew.

"It depends whichever way you look at it." Angel replied.

"Well, personally, I think it's a load of shite. We've co-exsisted so far, it's just like with the Black's... people learn to cope." She shrugged. "Well, the majority of them anyway." She looked away, as Angel walked past her, looking up at the Stained glass window. "So, what's your real name?"

Angel tuned round, to see her leaning forward, resting her elbow's on her knee's. "Warren." He said. "And are you just known as Piper?"

She nodded her head. "Right now I am... on the street's, last names down count. Hell, if your lucky - you might just remember your first name." She smirked.

"You dont have anywhere else to go?" He asked, standing infront of her.

"Nope." She shook her head. "Before you ask,..." She raised an eyebrow. "I was in an Orphanage, but they kicked me out when I turned Eighteen. I've been living on the streets since then." She explained.

"And how long has that been?" Angel asked.

"About Six months now. I'm doing good so far, first Winter though, I dont know if I'll be able to hack it." She smiled.

Angel or Warren, sat down beside her. "I can see where your coming from." He watched as Piper, met his gaze. "I was in an Orphanage as a child too. But I was adopted, soon after my Mutation kicked in." He explained, resting his head on his hand, which he supported on the back of the Pew.

"Well, you were one of the lucky ones... nobody wanted me. I'd been in the Orphange too long... I had nothing going for me, no plan's... Nothing." She looked away, and Angel saw as she tried to squeeze away a tear from her eye.

"You know... you might just be able to come back with me." He said, placing his hand on her own, as she turned back round to look at him.

"And where might that be?" She asked, a definate sob was trying to escape from her throat.

"Just out from the City. Westchester, do you know it?"

Piper nodded. "I've heard of it... I wouldn't want to hassle you though. I'd be too much trouble, just leave it. I'll be fine." She said pulling her hand away.

Warren stood up. "There's no harm in trying..." He smiled, looking down at her, holding his hand out waiting for her to take it. "Come on... I'll bring you strait back here in the Morning, if you dont like it."

She thought for a minute, and was hestitant to answer. But she gave a little smile, and nodded her head. "Alright."