Raised You Up

Disclaimer: - X-men Origins, Wade, Emma and all the other mutants came out of a mind not of my own. I own nothing; if I did I would be sitting on a nice hot beach somewhere sipping margaritas till my head spins.

This story is slightly AU, if I'm not 100% accurate on some of the facts of the movie, comics or TV series I am very sorry, please don't judge me.

Rated T, just in case.

"Cancer huh?"

"It isn't really a big deal."

"Its cancer, how's that not a big deal?"

"Depends how you look at it."

"As a death sentence?" she asked cynically.

"More like a just execution."

Emma frowned at the man that sat propped up against the steel bars of his cage. His eyes were closed, his body gaunt and pale, and the dark circles under his eyes were a blackish purple colour. He was but a shadow of the man that took her away.

It had been awhile, seemed like years. She remembered clearly the hand that covered her mouth when she woke, startled from her sleep. She remembered the long sharp fingernails that dug into her skin as the one they called Victor dragged her away, then there was Wade in the corner, two samurai swords strapped to his back, watching on with a blank expression. He didn't help her, but then again he didn't help her captor either.

When they tied her up in the back of the van it had been Wade that told the animal to get away from her. They'd fought, fists flew and nails scratched but somehow Wade had convinced him to leave her alone. Victor kept watching though, he sat across from her, examining her like a piece of meat.

Wade took her to her cell shortly after; she was one of the first. As he locked the door he stood there for a while, just looking at her. He didn't say anything but she saw something flash across his eyes. Pain? Guilt? She wasn't sure.

She'd been in there a week when the experiments had begun, they took a lot of her blood, tested her mutation. She had tried to put up a fight, but the attempts only made her receive a few fresh scars. They left her alone after a while and she watched slowly as more cells began to fill; more mutants were taken away than bought back. Some bloodied, some broken.

She saw Wade sometimes when he transported prisoners, but he didn't look at her, his face was stony and blank, and each time she could see a change in him. Growing thinner, loosing muscle mass. Since being thrown in a cell she'd picked up on a lot more things than she normally would have. Perhaps it was the boredom, but she was more perceptive than she'd ever been. He was sick, and he was only getting worse. It didn't seem like the others had noticed yet, but she'd over heard an argument. She could hear Wade's voice; he was angry and yelling at someone she didn't recognise. She only heard bits and pieces but from what she could make out, he was finished, he wanted out. There was a ruckus, a few shouts, than he was gone.

It had been a couple of weeks ago, than last night there was a commotion, she'd woken up instantly as someone jingled keys into the lock of the cell beside her. They threw somebody in, than locked the door behind. They stood there for a while and it was only than that she realised it had been Victor; he was staring at the newest prisoner with a disgusted look. "Never thought it would be cancer that took you down," He grumbled, tapping his long fingernails on the bars. "Always thought it would be me." He smirked and she could see his protruding canines glisten in the darkness. "See you in hell Wade."

The morning came and that was how their current conversation had come about. She didn't know if she should speak to him, didn't even know if she wanted to. She hated him for what he did, she hated that he took her away from her sister, she hated that she was locked up in a cell. But he was sitting there, his breathing laboured and his eyes closed. He looked so weak and vulnerable that the good in her overcome the hate and allowed her to speak to him civilly.

"More like a just execution." He breathed and she felt her stomach clench, it was getting harder and harder to hate this man.

"Can't they help you?"She probed, coming closer to the bars that separated their joining cells.

He opened his eyes slowly, hearing her move. "Why are you even talking to me?" he questioned, his eyes narrowing in on hers in confusion.

She shrugged. "Who else is there to talk to? Don't get me wrong, cell life is a bustle of activity. In fact, I'm even thinking of writing a short story about it." She quirked.

He lips pulled up into a smile at that and he adjusted his position on the floor so he faced her. "Emma right?"

She nodded. "Emma Frost." She extended her hand through the bars and Wade looked at it for a moment, before looking back up at her.

"You do know who I am?" he said seriously.

"I know you personally escorted me to my current inhabitants, yes." She said with a raised eyebrow and she motioned to her forgotten extended hand.

He took it with a small smile. "Wade Wilson." He said shaking her hand, than his smile turned into a smirk as something playful lit up his tired eyes. "So ... do you come here often?"

A.N. – Just a simple one shot, thought I'd try my hand at some Wade/Emma friendship because for some reason I'm really enjoined reading this pairing. Hope you liked! Peace Out!