Wade Wilson was sitting on his couch in not but bunny slippers and a pair of candy-cane striped boxer shorts. At his side he had a tin of Piroulines, which he was slowly sucking on one at a time, as if they were expensive cigars. The Star Wars Christmas Special was on just about every channel. He even cast a glance at the project he had been knitting. He was trying to make a sweater, but all he could manage were sleeves. It was depressing. Not to mention it was the first Christmas that Wade would be without his beloved Bea. To make matters worse, the had the song Christmas Shoes running though his head.

"Why couldn't it be a Muppet's Christmas Carol or that house with the lights that flashed in time to Wizards of Winter?" Wade muttered as he flicked through the static-y channels.

The first program to come in clearly was an infomercial for Ginsu Knives. "Makes a great Christmas gift!" the announcer told the at home audience. This made Wade think about that girl, X-23. He wondered how she celebrated Christmas, of if she even did at all. He sucked the rest of his Piruline into his mouth and chewed it thoughtfully. After a few minutes, he he got to his feet and walked to his bedroom, where he had discarded his gear. Rummaging around, Wade found what he was looking for, his communicator. He hit the button and it crackled to life.

"Weasel? I need a favour."

"Wade? It's 3:30 in the morning."

"Really? Well you should put your bootie pyjamas on and run downstairs with child-like wonder to see what Santa brought you."

"Christmas Eve is tomorrow, Wade."

"I need an address."

"Fine. What do you need?"

"There's this girl I met," Wade began. She was, technically still a girl, she couldn't be more than 16 or 17. "We were flirting, I could really feel a spark between us. Anyway, I managed to stick a tracker on her. Can you home in on it?"

On the other end of the line, Weasel muttered curses under his breath as he stumbled out of bed and to his computers. "Colorado." He answered finally. "I'll give you the address, got a pen?"

Laura Kinney was sitting in her bed, looking out the window at the grey clouds and falling snow. She still did not understand Christmas. Many of her friends and team-mates had left to go home and spend the holidays with their families. Even Wolverine had left, though he was not too clear on why. She was alone, while the others exchanged gifts. She understood gifts, she liked gifts because they meant something. Her necklace, for example, was a treasure. It lay in her lap right now. Two people stared at her from within, her mother was one, and her cousin Megan was the other. She missed them and wondered if they liked Christmas. As she watched as snowflakes fell from the sky and to their deaths she realized that she wasn't sleepy, or excited. She wasn't anything.

Laura was so not anything that she actually did not notice that she was being watched.

"HO HO HOOOOOO!!" Deadpool's head popped into view on the other side of the window, his head crowned with a Santa hat. "MEEEEEEEEEERRY CHRISTMAS!!"

Laura tilted her head an narrowed her eyes.

"You gonna let Saint Deadpool in? Or are the reindeer gonna freeze?"

Laura got off the bed and walked to the window. She stared at Deadpool skeptical and inconspicuously sniffed him. Even through the glass she could smell him, the smells of gun oil and wounds and the elevated heart-rate that came with constantly healing one's self. He didn't smell suspicious.

She unlatched the window and opened it. Snow flakes blew into the room in wild swirls and nested into her dark hair as Deadpool climbed into the room. Without a shiver, Laura closed and locked the window. She turned to Deadpool questioningly. "Why are you here? What do you want?"

"You remember me huh?" Deadpool grinned behind his mask. He pulled the Santa hat off his head and then plopped it onto Laura's head. "I'm here to wish you a merry Christmas!"

Laura stood stiffly, paranoid, as the hat touched her head. After she realize it was not going to hurt her, she relaxed somewhat, but was still on guard. "Why?"

"Because we Weapon X flunkies need to stick together." He said as he swung his pack off his shoulder and onto the bed. The bag hit the television remote and the t.v. clicked to it's bright life. The face of Edward Scissorhands filled the 60 inch high-def flat screen. The blond girl was asking him to hold her. He said he couldn't.

"Oh man I love this movie!" Deadpool said, elatedly jumping onto the bed, only to sit down on it and stare, enraptured, at the screen. "It's the perfect holiday film! Along with Gremlins."

Laura's gaze shifted between the t.v. and her guest, then back, then back again. Deadpool patted the spot next to him as an invitation to sit. She did, pulling her legs up to her chest, the bottom of her feet on the wooden foot of the bed. The pressure made her foot claws protrude just a little. Finally, she settled into watching the film.

"Is he an experiment?" She asked.

"An invention." Deadpool clarified. "His creator loved him. Like a dad. Wonder what that's like."

Laura did not answer, she guessed that Deadpool didn't have people who tried to care for him, unlike she had with her sensei, and her mother Sara.

"I had a mother, once." Laura said in a solemn voice. "She created me. Her name was Sara Kinney. She named me Laura. She never told me about Christmas. I didn't know about it until after I had left the Facility."

Deadpool looked at Laura as she spoke, ignoring the movie. Usually he would have some witty quip or acerbic reference to one's mother but not this time. This time, for once, he listened.

"We didn't celebrate Christmas at the school, either. There was too much mourning going on, with the Purifiers."

"So, this is your first Christmas." Deadpool said. Laura nodded. "And here you are spending it with another living weapon."

Laura looked at him, her dark hair falling around her shoulders in spider-webby threads. "You said we weapons have to stick together."

"I did?"

Laura nodded.

"Oh, I did, right! RIGHT!" Deadpool jumped to his feet, having suddenly remembered something. He searched through his bag, and pulled out a wrapped present. "Here! Merry Christmas. Saint Deadpool brought you something!" He held out the present to the girl. Laura read the tag, which said "for X-23". She was about to take the gift when Deadpool whisked it just out of the reach of her fingertips.

"WAIT! This is all wrong! You said your name was Laura?" He asked, and she nodded.

"Laura Kinney."

Deadpool pulled a bowie knife from his belt and ran the blade over the card, effectively scratching out 'X-23'. He then began to carve with the knife into the wrapping. When he was satisfide, he tucked the knife into it's sheath at his hip and once again held the gift out to the young woman. "Here!"

Laura managed to get a hold on the package this time. The wrapping, which was once covered with reindeer that were once cheerful, but now just looked slaughtered was sliced and ruined, because he had carved into it "For: Laura".

Laura felt a warmth creep under her skin as she read the words carved into the paper, and a thrill at the thought of opening the present, of unwrapping it to solve the great mystery of what's inside, and knowing that whatever was inside was for her, Laura. Her fingers curled over a cut and tore into the paper. Effortlessly she dropped the paper at her feet and uncovered a plain white box. She glanced at Deadpool, who gestured giddily for her to continue. She opened the box and found....

....arm warmers. They were knitted with pink yarn, and looked very soft. They even had little slits, like button holes, where her claws could pop out of, undisturbed. Laura was without words.

"I knit them myself!" Deadpool said proudly, like a child giving it's parent a macaroni ornament.

She looked up at him, and he looked so happy, so self-fulfilled. Such as it was, it somewhat softened her heart. She smiled at him. "You really made them yourself? For me?"

Deadpool suddenly seemed a little shy. "Well...yeah..."

She scooped the arm warmers from the box and slipped them on. They were comfortable, and feminine, which if Laura really thought about how Deadpool made pink girly arm warmers, she might have to worry a little. She moved her hands around, admiring the gift at different angles. She tested them out by extending her claws, which sliced nicely from the holes, leaving the rest of the garment unharmed. She regarded him. "I don't have anything for you." She told him bluntly, but there was an apologetic tone to her voice.

"Don't worry about it. I crashed the party uninvited."

"Thank you." Laura said in all sincerity. "If you wait a few days and then come back, I will get you something in return."

"Aww, that's sweet kid, but you don't have to."

"I do. You gave me a Christmas. I should give you one too. Come back tomorrow."

"It is tomorrow." Deadpool pointed out.

"Later tomorrow."

Deadpool shrugged. "If you insist." He gathered up his bag and opened the window. "I'll be here with Christmas bells on."

Laura did not understand that expression. "Wait. What is your name?"

Deadpool straddled the window sill and looked at her. "Oh, it's Wade. Wade Wilson. Later."

"Merry Christmas Wade." Laura said, as he disappointed behind the curtain of falling snow.

Tune in next time, where Laura tries to shop for a gift for Wade!