Alrightyyy... I'm trying to update as fast as I can so... Here we go again! Would love some reviews honestly y'all! LOL. No Flamies.

~Vi

Violet PoV:

My mind was slightly cloudy as I talked to this new boy. He was very attractive and around my age.

I tried to lift my arm to the boy. "I'm Violet."

He smiled and tried to put a hand on my shoulder. "I wouldn't do that if I were you. It makes people act really weird when they touch my skin."

He shrugged. "If I die, then it's my fault."

Fear overcame my mind for a moment when he finally came into contact with my skin. I looked at him for the longest time before speaking again. "You won't die; you'll just start acting weird the longer you're around me."

"I'll act however you want me to, baby."

My ears rang as I opened all the drawers in his mind that contained his most painful memories. I withdrew from him, leaving him to writhe in his own pain. Logan finally thawed a little and turned to face me though his legs were still frozen solid.

"Nice one, Kid." His smile was inviting, so I smiled back.

I strained to see the poor kid just recovering from the memories now freely torturing his mind.

"I didn't want to do it, Logan." I slammed my head back on the gurney in frustration.

"Don't knock yourself out, Kid." His voice sounded worried but kind.

I thought a long time about all the people I had inflicted pain on by torturing them with memories and occasionally losing control and driving them mad by the mixture of memories and thoughts. Bobby looked around at me and finally found his legs. He stood wobbly and I saw the red streaks down his face.

He was quiet a second except when Logan walked up behind him finally and put a hand on his shoulder. "Bobby, go back to class."

"Can't I just stay and hang around for a little while?"

Logan sighed and clapped his shoulder. "You have my class anyways. Okay. You can stay around for my class, then it's off to lunch for you."

Bobby smiled and I realized they were three feet away from me. The farther away people are from me, the more normal they act. I didn't like this, so I changed my own subject.

"So you're Bobby?" I spoke up.

The boy with icy blue eyes smiled charmingly at me. "Yes, the one and only."

I smiled at him shyly and felt my face get hot. His thoughts were tempting, but I resisted my temptation. Through all the warmness of the boy, there was an empty coldness that reigned under his facade. He was a vulture, feasting on the weak and helpless. My smile faded quickly and quietly as I realized the little boy under the cold exterior of man.

It was quite a thing for me to not be able to look someone in the eye after seeing their heart and mind since I'd seen so many people as they were.

"Um, Logan, can you get these restraints off me?"

"Why should I?"

"I'm all healed up," I said uncomfortably. The wires and needles were doing no more than annoying me now.

"I'm doing no such thing." He looked away indifferent though I could tell his mind was torn.

"I'm fine." My voice mimicked his when he growled.

Bobby, the little boy Bobby, spoke up. "You're not well enough fed, Violet. This will help you regain your strength."

I couldn't say anything this time and my mind began wandering.

"Earth to Violet," The real Bobby chuckled. My attention was brought back to focus on Real Bobby's smile. "Hey there. If I didn't know any better, I'd think there was something wrong with your mind."

I knew it was meant to be good natured, but I couldn't bring myself to laugh because of how fragile my mind actually was.

Logan stood around protectively until I was ready to dismiss him. "Logan... can I talk to Bobby for a little while?"

"If you want to." As he passed Bobby I swore I heard him say, "Watch yourself, Iceprincess, or you won't live until tomorrow."

Bobby seemed unperturbed by the threat.

Soon enough, Bobby came to sit near me. He was just a quiet fellow on the inside. There were some things that he liked to seize on, but overall, he was quite considerate in his mind, keeping things tidy and well kept. If I wanted to find a file, I could easily rummage through his thoughts. We sat in silence for a long time before he started actually speaking.

"So you aren't easy at all, are you?" His voice trembled slightly.

"Not at all, honestly." I sighed.

"So what can you actually do? Like... In detail?"

I sighed, knowing this would take a minute and knowing Logan was just outside the door and listening. "Telepathy, telekinesis, absorbsion, and apparently something that affects people."

"Effects or makes them affected?" He smiled, knowing that he couldn't hide from me.

"Makes them affected." I laughed. He worked up towards me and started detaching wires off of me except for a few that hydrated me and fed me.

"So..." His hands worked quickly over my skin and I felt the traces of heat left by his fingers. "What is absorbsion?"

I smiled again at his raw features that were slightly pained and uncomfortable in the open air. "Want me to show you?"

A strange thought of me naked flashed through my mind, but it wasn't my thought at all. I looked up to see Bobby with a slight flush on his cheek. "Not everything requires me to be naked."

"I'm sorry. Bad habits..." There was no inlaid lie.

"It's not a problem. You have a kind soul. You weren't meant to be a player, you just ended up being one." I gave him a half smile. "Seriously, do you want to see it?"

"Yeah." He seemed slightly confused by my comforting words, but that was okay. I didn't expect him to accept me first thing, but now it was time to flaunt my talent.

Bobby Pov:

My heart thudded as she talked so freely and now propped herself on an elbow to talk to me. Her hair fell over her bare shoulder and curled under her undershirt extenuating her small... curves. I knew she knew what I was thinking about her, but she was just so appetizing.

"Hand me something that won't break easily." Her voice was quiet and soft.

I handed her a scalpel off of a tray and she studied it a moment before smiling and closing her eyes briefly. The tips of her fingers nearly sparkled as the scalpel glittered in the light. She held the instrument towards me with a smile and I took it. It was frozen solid. I smiled back at her.

"How did you do that?" I laughed.

"Any mutant that's at least forty feet in my range, I can share their power for as long as they're around me." She shot me an uncertain smile like she didn't know whether or not it was good.

"That's... That's... Wow." I was at a loss for words. I'd never seen a mutant this powerful ever, nor had I heard of one so- dangerous.

"It's a shame that I can't control myself better..." She sighed and threw herself back on her gurney.

"It's okay, you know. You don't have to be able to completely control yourself. Just try not attack anyone other than Logan." I spoke up a little knowing the bastard could hear me, and Violet giggled.

"He's not too happy with that statement." Her face lightened greatly from the scrawny girl I saw at first to the petite young lady that was now before me.

"I haven't changed that much in a few hours, Bobby." Hearing my name from her was tempting and she blushed.

"Yeah, you have changed. That hydrating stuff and liquid food has really gotten you a little more... well, more." Nervousness built up in me and escaped as a shaky laugh.

"Hey, Bobby?" Her voice was so inviting.

"Yeah, Violet?"

"Do you know of a Wade Wilson?"

My heart skipped a beat. No one had mentioned that name in a very, very long time- especially with Logan around. "He... You... You shouldn't talk about him, Vi."

"Why?" Her tone dripped with an unintentional seductive purr.

"He was a..." I looked for the right word. "An experiment gone awry. Very popular with the ladies before he became Deadpool. Even after that, he was considered very fine."

"Is there any way I can find him?"

A rough voice came from behind me that nearly scared the shit out of me. "He's dead, kid."

She got very quiet and her features grew troubled. Logan just looked pissed off. There was something going on there and I would help her by any means necessary.

Unknown PoV:

I woke up to half a dozen doctors around me, trying to work on me, or get me back to normal or something. It was weird because I didn't remember anything since the last operation. My head just hurt really, really bad, and I wanted aspirin. I tried to talk, but something covered my mouth. I decided it was useless after a minute of struggling and just watched the white winged doctors flutter around me letting them know I was awake.

An extremely sexy female doctor looked down at me in perplexity. "Well, we know he's alive."

Of course I'm alive. It's the operation of a lifetime.

The other doctors acknowledged my consciousness and went back to work. I decided, at this point, I could use a nap. My muscles ached and my brain pounded against the confines of my skull. I could use a drink, some aspirin, and a nap, but since I couldn't get two of the three, I just settled on a nap.

The next time I woke up, I was laying on a gurney all by myself. I yawned finally, seeing I had use of my mouth. I swung off of the gurney and looked around for a mirror just to make sure I looked as good as I did from the last time I saw myself. Maybe they even cured my cancer...

Finally seeing a shard of one, I passed it over my face. Same sexy brown eyes, same smoking hot body, same gorgeous hair. I checked down my pants to see if they altered anything and found myself content that they didn't; that was my money maker. The only difference was the permanent dark circles under my eyes. I secretly wondered what I could do now. I tried everything, but nothing worked. I looked around the dreary area filled with chain link fences and concrete until I spotted my babies.

I picked them up and twirled them, feeling the motion go right through my body and making me want blood. Well, well, that's kind of sad that these turn you on, bud. Time to go find a damsel in distress.

I slung my swords on my back and began to walk out when that sexy doctor called for me, "Wait..."

"Yeah, baby?" I took my chances. Besides, who didn't want this body?

She came around and slapped the hell out of me. "That's for calling me baby." She then kissed me and caught me completely off guard. "That's for coming back from the dead."

I gave her a whimsical look. "Maybe I should die more often then."

"Wade," she warned.

"Did you cure my cancer?"

"After certain mutations, we didn't have to do anything to you to cure it. The self-regeneration process worked in your favor. Don't you remember any of that?"

"Nothing at all," I looked at her wondering if there was something to be remembered. "What happened?"

"You became Deadpool or Weapon XI... You had everyone's mutations including your own. Wolverine ended up decapitating you and I've been trying my hardest to get you back. I even undid all the mutations except for your own and the self-regeneration process."

I suddenly felt indebted to this little woman. "How can I thank you, Laura?"

"Go and kill Stryker." That was her only request and I was bound to finish it once and for all. He may have been my father, but he tried to kill me using all these other experiments. Now he was the one to die.

I turned with my weapons and ran out into the woods that surrounded the base, knowing I could never return to the comfortable life that once was, but something called to me. Wade... Wade... Wilson...

I looked around but no one was there. Then I felt a pull to a particular direction- north. I spun around on my heels and ran towards the calling and the pull, maybe there was something significant there, or maybe Stryker was there, or maybe even a whole group of damsels. I couldn't resist the calling. I left everything for my calling.