Rose: Ok, before we get started, I would first like to thank Kalliope1990 and blue blood maiden for being the first two the review my story! Thank you both for your kind and encouraging words. They really made my day!

Deadpool: Can we start the story now?!

Rose: Someone's in a hurry. Where's the fire?

Deadpool: On Heather! She's HOT!

Rose: *Rolls her eyes* I guess I should of expected that.

Deadpool: START THE STORY!

Rose: Fine. But only because you're the only one in this room who's loaded with weapons.

Deadpool awoke to the smell of French Toast.

{Mmm! That smells good!}

"Yeah!" he agreed. He stood up and stretched. He spent the night on the couch. Tara looked over to him from the bar in the kitchen, which was where she was eating.

"Oh, you woke up! Great!" she said. Deadpool noticed that Heather wasn't with her.

"Where's Heather?" Deadpool asked. Tara finished her toast, wiped her mouth, put her plate in the sink, and grabbed her car keys before responding.

"She's taking a shower," she finally answered.

"Oooooh," Deadpool said suspiciously. Tara walked to the door. Today she was wearing pink sweats with a grey shirt that said "Appearances Can Be Deceiving" in gold letters. She picked up a small pink basket of clean folded clothes.

"I'm going to run these out to my car. I'll be back soon!" Tara left.

[She sure does like pink.]

{Yeah.}

"Well, I guess it's just you, me, and a hot Australian babe," Deadpool said to the voices in his head.

{And French Toast!}

"And French Toast. That sounds good because," Deadpool walked over to the stove, "I'm starving!" He started to stuff his mouth but then suddenly stopped.

[What is that?]

"It sounds like... singing?" Deadpool took the pan and went to the only place the singing could be coming from- the bathroom. As he got closer, the voice became more clear. Heather was singing "Single Ladies" by Beyonce.

"Cuz if you liked it then you should have put a ring on it, if you like it then you shoulda put a ring on it. Don't be mad once you see that he want it. If you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it..."

[She's good!]

{She has the voice of an angel!}

"Hey! That's my jam!"

[You guys are perfect for each other!] Deadpool cracked the door to listen better.

"Don't treat me to the things of the world. I'm not that kind of girl! Your love is what I prefer, what I deserve is a man that makes me, then takes me and delivers me to a destiny, to infinity and beyond! Pull me into your arms, say I'm the one you want. If you don't, you'll be alone and like a ghost, I'll be gone. " Deadpool closed the door.

"I never knew she could sing like a canary!"

{Wow..}

"What?" Deadpool asked, taking a bite out of his toast.

{I still can't believe you got her to like you.}

"Stop saying that!"

[I'm sorry, but it's true.]

"Whatever," he said annoyed.

{You know what would make this taste better?}

"Pancakes?"

{PANCAKES!}

"OH YEAH!" Deadpool ran into the kitchen and pulled out all of the ingredients he needed to make his pancakes.

After cooking for thirty minutes, Deadpool had finally made enough pancakes to satisfy his bottomless pit-like hunger-which was somewhere between one-hundred pancakes and two-hundred pancakes.

{Dang, we cooked those pancakes fast!}

"Yep." He put some pancakes on his plate, sat at the table, and started to eat. Heather walked into the kitchen wearing blue jeans and a purple tank-top. She screamed.

"What are you doing here?!" She hollered.

"Um... eating pancakes?"

"B-but why in my house?"

[Actually, it's an apartment.]

"Actually, it's an apartment," Deadpool corrected.

"You know what I mean!"

"Well, you did let me stay here.." he explained.

"I DID?"

"Yeah, don't you remember?" Tara came back to the apartment.

"Hey, Heather! I just saw Doctor Proud outside! She told me to give this to you." Tara said before handing Heather an envelope. "She said it was important." Heather sat on the sofa, opened the letter, and started to read it. The room suddenly became quiet.

"I have to go," she finally said, breaking the silence.

"Go where?" Deadpool asked.

"Somewhere," Heather impolitely answered then marched out the door.

{OK NOW it seems like she hates us again.}

"Yeah... Hey, Tara?" Deadpool asked.

"Yeah?" she said.

"What did that letter say?"

"I don't know. I guess she wanted to meet her for another session."

"What kind of session?" he questioned.

"A psychotherapy session." Deadpool looked confused. "Didn't she tell you? Aren't you guys dating?"

"Um..."

{Not technically.}

"Why would she need therapy?" Deadpool asked.

"I... don't know," she nervously uttered.

"You sure?" he asked raising an eyebrow.

"Um.. yeah. Look I got to go home to.. um... water my plants, yeah that's it. To water my plants. Anyway, see ya later." Tara quickly left the apartment.

"Well..."

{That was weird.}

[Yep. Very strange and suspicious.]

{You know what we should do, now?}

[What?]

{Follow her!}

[Why do you insist on being creepy?]

{We're not being creepy we're just protecting her. Don't you remember those assassins trying to kill her?}

[Oh yeah!]

"We gotta protect her!" Deadpool ran out the house and down the street.

{Do you know where you're going?} He stopped running.

"No. Not at all..."

Deadpool: Hey, Rose could you draw me a map?

Rose: No.

Deadpool: Why?

Rose: Because I would ruin the story.

Deadpool: How so?

Rose: Because... um.. actually I don't know why.

Deadpool: *smiles* So are you going to draw me a map?

Rose: Why draw you a map when I could just tell you?

Deadpool: I guess that'll work too.

Rose: They're at the park.

Deadpool: Thank you! I owe you one!

Deadpool ran to the park. He saw Heather and her therapist walking peacefully around quiet side of the pond. They were talking about something but it were too far away to hear.

[There they are.]

{Let's go over there.}

[No. We should keep our distance. If those assassins try to attack her we'll kill them, end the threat, and we'll have endless moments of free time with Heather.]

"Oh yeah."

[So, we'll hide in the shadows and wait for them to attack.]

Deadpool secretly followed them around the park and searched for traps or any sign of danger. There were none. Heather finished her session with her therapists and headed home. Deadpool continued to follow her. We they arrived home, Heather immediately crashed on the sofa, tired from her long day. Deadpool sat in the fire escape thinking about what to do next. Tara strolled into the living room. "Hey, Heather! What's up?"

"Nothing.." Heather answered softly.

"You ok?" Tara asked with a really concerned look on her face. "You don't look like nothing's going on."

"Yeah, I'm fine," she plainly said.

"Well, if you're really sure, Lilly's throwing a party tomorrow and she wanted to know if you and your boyfriend, Deadpool, were coming."

[Ohh! A party!]

{I love parties!} Heather frowned.

"He's. Not. My. Boyfriend!"

"Then why do you guys act like a couple?"

"No we don't." Tara gave her a blank look.

"So, is his birth name 'Deadpool' or is that just what people call him?" Tara asked. Heather's face looked like it exploded with anger.

"Why don't you ever listen to me?! How many times do I have to tell you that we're not dating?!" Heather screamed.

"You guys aren't dating?" Tara cocked her head to the side. Heather's eye twitched.

"I'm... going... to... bed..." she stormed out of the room. Tara sighed.

"I wonder why she's so mad.."

Outside, Deadpool was taking in what he just saw.

[Hmmm..] His phone rang, "I like big butts and I cannot lie..." Deadpool quickly picked up the phone.

"Hey I got a job for you," a deep muffled voice said.

"Ok, what is it?" DP asked.

"I need you to kill my mom," the voice answered.

"Why?"

"Because she is so freaking annoying. She never lets me stay out past ten!"

"Look, kid, I have more important things to do than help out some brat that doesn't know how to sneak out of the house!"

"Wait! You didn't even let me make my offer, yet!"

"I don't care." Deadpool started to hang up the phone.

"Wait! I can help you save that woman you like!" Deadpool froze. How did that kid know that he liked Heather?

"How do you-"

"I can see the way you look at her, dude," the boy interrupted him.

"How did you know I stare at her?" Deadpool asked suspiciously.

"Dude, you're Deadpool! You're my idol! Once I saw you were in town, I never stopped following you. I saw you blow up that taco place, I saw you meet that girl in the hospital, and I saw you follow her home, dude." Deadpool was taken aback by all the stuff this boy knew.

"OK then. How would you help me save her?"

"I know the assassins that are trying to kill her," he proudly answered.

"YOU DO?"

"Yep. One of them's my sister."

"REALLY?!"

"Yeah. Purple cape, black and white hair. Ring any bells?"

[He really does know them!]

"Hmm, I usually don't resolve personal issues, but this time I'll make an exception. With the circumstances and everything."

"Great! I'll text you the address to where my mom is. Thank you so much, Mr. Deadpool, Sir!"

"Yeah, don't mention it, kid." Deadpool hung up his phone and jumped off the fire escape onto the ground. He looked at the text and headed for the location.

Back inside the apartment, Tara tip-toed to Heather's room. "Heather, you awake?" she whispered. There was no response. "She must be still asleep," she thought to herself. Tara left the room and went home.

Rose: OK. I'm going to cut it here.

Deadpool: Why do you always cut it at the good parts?

Rose: What are you talking about?

Deadpool: What if Heather's dead of something?!

Rose: She's not dead.

Deadpool: How do you know? *crosses arms*

Rose: Because it's MY story!

Deadpool: Oh yeah..

Rose: Anyway, thanks for reading. Hope you liked this chapter.

Deadpool: Why are you all of a sudden acknowledging the readers?

Rose: Why are YOU suddenly acknowledging the readers? You haven't said "readers" since chapter one.

Deadpool: Touché.