Hey guys! I know, another chapter. I took some liberties with this one and changed up the story a little, so I hope you still like it, I got a little Wade and Harper action for you! Enjoy my lovelies! And don't forget to review!

Disclaimer: I do not own Weasel or Deadpool or Ajax or the movie. I own Harper.

"Time starts to bleed together when you're being tortured," Harper finished her drink and looked at Weasel. "I don't really know how long Wade had been there before I was there, and I have no idea how long I was there before we got out… To be completely honest, I was under the impression he'd died the night we got out,"

"A lot of people were," Weasel told her as he took her glass and refilled it before setting it in front of her. He leaned against the counter and looked at her curiously. "How did it happen? You two getting out I mean, were there any other people who got out?"

"Well, for awhile I thought I was the only one who got out," she sipped her drink and sighed. "It um… It was really fucked up, I won't lie, but to talk about that, I've got to talk a little bit more about Wade." she looked at Weasel and then took another sip of her drink.

She had lost count of the days she'd been there, she'd lost track of the things they had done to her, each thing seeming more fiendish and more disturbing than the last in some way of trying to beat the mutant gene into her system. She woke up, her head blurry and feeling disoriented after a particularly rough beating from a woman called in the worst sense of irony "Angel" more like "Angel Dust" in Harper's opinion because the woman's super strength ability seemed like some sort of drug rage fueled strength. A groan escaped her lips and she let out a sigh before looking around.

"Hey Wade, how was the tennis court today?" she asked making him chuckle.

"Oh you know, I really need to work on my backhand."

"I'm sure you'll get it eventually," she replied as she blinked a few times. "I think PCP knocked something lose, my sight is a little blurry."

"Aw it'll go away, that's what happens when you get a concussion." he told her, his voice sounding abnormally closer than usual. She turned her head and almost let out a yelp, Wade was standing in her little area.

"What are you doing?" she asked as she looked up at him.

"I got sick and tired of all of this not seeing each other bullshit," he replied. "So I held my wrists a little higher and they accidentally strapped me a little loosely."

"And you decided to stay here?" she asked. "If it had been me, I'd have gotten out of here."

"I tried, the door's locked and there's no windows. Besides, I owe you a drink," he reminded her as he walked over to her bed and sat down on the edge of it, his fingers unbuckling her wrists as he spoke. "There, sit up, stretch a little," he was starting to come into focus and when she looked at him she realized just how much he'd been through there.

"You look like shit Wade," she told him making him laugh.

"Oh I wish you could see yourself homecoming queen. Even those fake tits of yours can't hide the fact that you look awful,"

"Thanks." she replied dryly. "Now I know I must look like hell if my tits can't hide how ugly I am."

"Hey, I never said ugly," he corrected her quickly. "Just awful," Harper's laughs slowly turned into sobs, sobs that she tried to cover up, but with Wade sitting right in front of her, it was impossible. "Hey," he cupped her cheek. "Hey come on, you're okay." he drew her close, sitting her up and letting her rest her head against his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around her, his other hand gently stroking the back of her hair, which she could now feel on the back of her neck. Since when was it that long?

"I'm sorry Wade," she whispered against his shoulder when she'd wrapped her arms around his middle, accepting the hug he offered her.

"Don't apologize," he replied.

"I just- I don't think I'm going to make it." she admitted to him. She'd felt that way for awhile now, if she didn't come up with an ability, and soon, she was a dead woman, and she knew that.

"Don't say that homecoming." he replied. "We're going to get out of here and have that drink, remember?"

"I don't want to get out of here," she looked up at him, her thin face and sunken in eyes looking for the first time since getting her cancer diagnosis like she was really ready to die.

"If I get out of here, and you don't," Wade looked at her sternly. "Then I'll kill him, I promise."

"Yeah?" she asked.

"Yeah, I'll fucking kill him." a small smile tugged at her lips when he said that as he started to help her lay back against her bed.

"Wade," she touched his hand and made him stop as she sat up again. "I'm sorry if this isn't okay, but if I die, I want to die knowing I did this when I had the opportunity to," she leaned in, pressing her lips to his. It took him a moment, but when he did kiss her back he moved his hand to the back of her neck to keep her there, his slightly chapped lips caressing hers in a very long awaited kiss.

"Well what do we have here." the cool British voice spoke from the shadows and made Wade pull away from her quickly.

"Um, an occupied room, find your own place," Wade replied as he looked at Ajax cooly as he and his ever faithful shadow Angel emerged from the shadows, her hanging back looking both amused and disgusted at the whole situation.

"Do you really think I can allow this kind of behavior Mr. Wilson? She is one of our star pupils, and we'd hate for her to get any ideas about giving up now that she's gotten all she wants. You know she talks about you Wade, when we torture her, sometimes she calls your name out. I'm surprised this hasn't happened before."

"How did you know he was-"

"Up and about?" Ajax looked to Harper with a bemused look. "If you don't think we set motion detectors all over this place then you're just as insane as he is." he smirked before looking at Wade. "Now come on, back to your bed with you, or I'll have Angel escort you to your bed."

"Oh like I'm going to take any more shit from you. You think you're so tough, don't you… Francis?" Wade grinned like he'd been wanting to use the name that Harper had never heard before for a long time.

"Francis?" she looked at Ajax who looked at Wade darkly.

"It's his legal name." he explained as he looked at Harper and then to Francis. "He got Ajax from the dish soap. Sorry Francis, I snagged the dry cleaning tag off your lab coat. FYI, Harper and I could probably get you the superhero discount."

"You are so relentlessly annoying," Ajax sighed as Angel stepped over to Harper and buckled the straps on her wrists again.

"Thanks, never heard that before."

"Why don't you do us all a favor and shut the fuck up?" Ajax retorted. "Or I'll sew your pretty mouth shut," he took a step closer to Wade who held his ground, standing between Harper who was now once again strapped to the bed, and their torturer.

"Oh, I wouldn't do that if I were you." Wade replied as he looked Ajax in the eye. "See, the problem with round the clock torture is you can't really step it up from there."

"Is that what you think?" Ajax asked in a dangerously low voice. Harper saw His eyes flicker to Angel too late.

"Wade!" she gasped, trying to sit up but her restraints pulling her back as she did, Angel stepped forward in the instant that Wade started to turn, punching him hard arose the face and making him collapse.

Hope you liked it! So Wade keeps calling Harper Homecoming Queen or Homecoming, because of that line when Ajax (Francis) says "Lost your shot at being homecoming king" Because I figured he kind of knows everything that happens in the basement and would know just how to piss Wade off when it came to Harper. Hope you enjoyed it, please review!