Hey you guys! This is my first fanfic, so please, by all means, tell me how it is. If it sucks, tell me, and if it's good, tell me. Please.

Love you ~ EternallyForgiven

Chapter one: Brusies and unexpected events

I could feel my muscles bunch in strain. Stryker had watched me the first day that I had come here and told me that my weakness was in my hand-to-hand combat. I swung sharply to the left but Wade just jumped out of the way. He blocked and I felt the sharp impact of his fist into my side. Wade never went easy on anyone, especially me. I could beat him at about anything except this, so it was his only chance to win against me.

I doubled over, feining injury and hurt. He walked over to me, ready to deliver the final blow.

"Do you have any last words?" He asked mockingly.

"Yeah, dodge this." I pushed hard off of my legs and did an easy back hand spring. I heard Wade hit the floor after my foot had knocked him hard in the shoulder.

I stood a good distance away, waiting for him to rush at me like he always did. He lay on the floor panting and holding his injured shoulder gingerly. He finally began to sit up slowly and he gave me the evil eye.

"What you do that for?" He asked.

"'Cause you were about to hit me... again." I smiled at him and walked over to him.

"Your improving." Wade complented, allowing me to help him up. "Soon, I'm not going to be able to beat you at anything, will I?"

I shook my head and smiled wider at him.

"Come on. One more time?" He asked.

"You want me to kick your butt again?" I was teasing him now. "I don't think you should be using that shouder now."

In fact, it was the truth. I glanced at Wade's shoulder and saw that it looked red and just a tad bit swollen. Wade glanced down at his own muscled shoulder and groaned

"Aww, man. This is my good shoulder. Don't you think?" He flexed his muscle and winced slightly.

"Yeah, sure muscles."

"Chicks dig that, don't they?" Wade pretended to look confused and hurt.

"You keep thinking that. Now, come on, let's get you to the infirmary to get that shoulder checked."

"Man, I think you dislocated it."

"Probably." I shrugged.

Wade rotated his shoulder once before looking at me with bright eyes. "Hey, can we go see the hot nurse this time?"

I rolled my eyes and said "sure".

Wade chattered constantly. He always felt the need to feel every waking moment with talk, and sometimes, when we were smaller, I had heard him talk in his sleep. We entered the large room we called the infirmary. It was filled with gurneys with white sheets and square silver tables standing next to the beds with wierd looking instruments on them. It smelled strongly of alcohal and disinfectant. Wade had gone silent and I followed the direction of his eyes to see Cecilla.

Cecilla was a tall blonde who was made entirely of legs. She had ringlets that came down a little past her shoulders and she barely ever wore make-up, but if she did, she only wore mascara, like today. She had on her white pants and tourquoise shirt. The unique thing about our doctors was that they didn't usually wear what a normal doctor would. She looked up just as she heard us walk in.

"Wade Wilson, what have you done to yourself now?" Cecilla asked. Wade was always in the infirmary, just to see this girl.

"Acutally, it wasn't my fault this time. She did it." He said, pointing to me like a three year old.

"You baby." I mumbled.

"Iris, what have you done to your brother now?" Cecilla asked.

"Nothing much," I shrugged my shoulders.

It's true. Wade Wilson is my brother but you would never be able to tell. Wade had light, short brown hair, where as I had long, curly dark, brown hair that fell to my mid-back. Wade had beautiful chocolate brown eyes, but my were an eccentric green. The only things we had in common were our dark complexions and our strong muscles. But, of course, his muscles were almost ten times bigger than mine.

Cecilla examined his shoulder and I saw Wade wiggle his eye brows at me form behind her back.

"Yup, she did dislocate it. Wade, we're gonna pop back into place now. Take my hand," Wade slipped his hand into hers a little to fast. "Now on the the count off three, okay? One, two three." Cecilla expertly shoved Wade's arm up and twisted it slightly.

Wade flinched and I saw his eyes water slightly before he pulled himself back together.

"Thanks," he mumbled weakly.

"Your very welcome, now get along. I have better things to do than hold your hand Wade Wilson." Cecilla said, as I noticed that Wade hadn't taken his hand out of Cecilla's yet.

She pushed Wade through the door and I follwed him, smiling. Wade always tried too hard.

"Hey wait, Cecilla, do you have anyt-"

"Come on Wade. She's going to the doctors meeting on Friday." I teased.

Cecilla smiled apologetically at Wade and said, "It's true."

"Fine," Wade pouted and began to walk down the hallway.

I followed him laughing until we turned the corner and I saw Victor coming towards us. His long black coat brushed around his ankles as he glided down the hallway. My eyes immediately went to the muscles rolling down his arms. How they even managed to flex and look menacing through his coat, while he was walking.

He stopped right in front of us and I felt like I was going to faint. No one knew how I felt about Victor and I was going to keep it like that. I pulled myself together and I looked back at his face. He was starring at Wade as he said, "Stryker called a meeting. Be in the conference room in ten."

Wade nodded his head and began to walk towards the confernce room. I started to follow him, but Victor's hand suddenly clamped around my shoulder. Wade turned around and had his swords out so fast I didn't even have time to blink.

"Relax. I only needed her help for a few minutes." Victor smiled at Wade without releasing my shoulder and I was hyper aware of how warm his skin was on my skin.

"With what?" Wade questioned.

"I need help seeing something."

Victor or Wade still hadn't moved.

"What something? Couldn't you have just gotten Bradley?"

"I wanted Iris." My heart skipped a beat. "Besides, Bradley's doing something else."

I laid a hand Wade's chest. "It's fine." I reassured him.

Wade relaxed and put his swords away. " I want to see her at the meeting, just the way she is."

"Yes, daddy." Victor teased without a smile.

Victor waited until Wade was out of view before he turned around, letting go of my arm finally, and began walking down the hallway. I walked beside him, feeling the slight brush of his jacket on my arm. I wondered if he felt it too and I had to make myself keep one of my powers from reaching out to him to feel his thoughts.

My powers were what some people might call "A Light", but that was putting it lightly. (no pun intended) I could hold light. It was unique, but what it really was was lightning, and just like lightning I had four different colours. Pink, Blue, White, and Yellow. My other power was the ability to feel people's thoughts and feelings. I couldn't acutally hear people think but I could feel what they were thinking. It was wierd, and once I got to thinking to myself, I wondered what Victor was going to use my power to see. 'Cause everytime I used my power, it usually resulted in a fire or something blowing up.