Nonchalant, we sauntered the city streets together, disguised as civilians. Imagine my surprise when I heard the cocking of a gun and a copious amount of shots fired. We both fell to the floor, hit. I watched helplessly as our assailant sprinted into the night. I turned to Wade who was seemingly unconscious as my world was spinning. Wade was here, yet he wasn't, leaving me in solitude until my wounds healed. I looked down to check the progress of my injuries and noticed that they were still bleeding profusely. I wasn't healing.

I crawled over to Wade, trying to ignore the pain. I felt like Anakin Skywalker trying to crawl with one arm away from fiery lava. Only I had all my limbs intact and I succeeded at where I was endeavoring to go. I laid my head on Wade's chest as a wave of dizziness overcame me. Wade's heart wasn't beating.

I sat up in bed, panting in a cold sweat. It was just a dream…more like a nightmare. I looked down and ran my hands earnestly over the parts of my body which had been shot. I was ok. I looked over at Wade, and he was ok. We were ok. I breathed a sigh of relief and sank back into bed. Wade stirred. He looked over to see me exasperated and wide awake.

"Since when did you sleep with your eyes open?" He yawned.

I glanced over at him and gave him a half ass smile.

"Don't tell me." Wade's eyes widened. "You peed the bed!"

I laughed.

"Gross. But I'm rich you know. I can buy a custom tempurpedic/sleep number and it'll only cost me a nickel. 'Cause once you have a wet dream, that shit stays there."

I smiled under the kiss that I then promptly placed on Wade's lips. He was so funny and such a bad ass that his somewhat harsh exterior didn't faze me.

"Mm."

I released him from our lip-lock.

"Aw, why'd you stop?" Wade half smirked half pouted.

"We could keep going." I grinned. "But I'm just a little creeped out…"

Wade's facial expression immediately changed from playful begging to somber frustration. "What are you trying to say?"

I quickly realized my mistake. "I…had a dream that I was dying. And you were lying unconscious next to me."

Wade was relieved I meant my nightmare, but tried to hide it. "Aw," He pulled me into an embrace. "Did somebody have a widdle bad dweam? It's ok, daddy's here."

I buried my face in Wade's scarred chest and felt safe. "Thank you Wade, but for future reference, I do NOT have childhood issues with my father. So, I do not need a male partner to call himself my, 'daddy'."

"Duly noted. Did you hear that?"

I hesitated a moment. "What?"

Wade jumped up from bed and grabbed his katanas off their mantle. "Someone's in the house. I'll be right back."

"Wait. I'm going with you." I got up and slid one of Wade's few button up t-shirts on. I felt like Angelina Jolie in Mr. and Mrs. Smith in that scene when the spies are closing in on them after they had had sex.

"C'mon Mrs. Smith." Wade whispered impatiently.

"You thought the same thin-"

"Shh!"

"Sorry." I sighed. We crept into the kitchen, keeping a sharp eye for our intruder.