Disclaimer: You guys know i own nothing, it's a terrible plight, but one all us fanfiction-ers must deal with.

A/N. I'm back Baby! Thanks for all your reviews again!! I saw the Proposal! WOWSA its so funny! Excellent movie! Ryan Reynolds *sighs*

Chapter 7

Burn baby burn, disco inferno

Burn baby burn, burn that mother down yeah!

Burn baby burn...

Emma let out an amused chuckle, running a hand through her freshly washed hair. She'd gone first, a shower had been something she'd been craving for what felt like forever, the small bottle of cheap shampoo and conditioner didn't exactly make her hair 'glossy' and 'luscious' nor did it smell all that appealing, but it had done the trick and for the first time in a long time she'd felt reasonably clean. Wade had even managed to get her a clean set of clothes whilst she was in the shower. How? He told her she didn't want to know and she had firmly believed she didn't. The black shirt was probably a size too big though, and the jeans were a little loose but she made do. The underwear... well the very thought of Wade picking out underwear for her had made her blush fiercely, the thought of Wade knowing what kind of underwear she was wearing was even worse. So she'd panicked, grabbed the garments out of his highly amused hands and turned tail back to the bathroom.

Now it was Wade's turn and judging by his enthusiastic rendition of Disco Inferno he was going to be in the shower for a while.

She crawled up to end of the bed, resting her back against the head board before switching on the television with the remote. She wasn't really in the mood to watch any television, but she needed to get her mind off Wade for awhile. She presumed it was only natural to be thinking about him a lot, they were on a mini road trip together and she'd spent practically every waking hour with him in the cell, it made sense that she would be thinking about him all most every single second of the day ... right? She mentally kicked herself, forcing herself to watch the television screen. She needed to kick this; it couldn't be healthy thinking about a man that much.

She frowned, realising she'd been watching static for the last ten minutes. She flicked to another channel and a picture of Three Mile Island flashed onto the screen, there were police everywhere, officers were carrying out all sorts of medical equipment and weaponry and to the other side of the screen ambulances were being loaded with black body bags. She felt her stomach jump up into her throat when she saw Wade's swords being carried over to the growing pile of guns and ammo. She was silently thankful he wasn't around to witness the careless way they threw them down with the rest. He would be royally pissed; she knew how much he loved those swords.

A female news reporter stepped in front of the camera her mouth set in a grim line. "Police are unsure of what they've found; this once abandoned nuclear facility seems to have been holding hostages for what is speculated to be medical testing or experimentation. The police have not issued an official statement as of yet, and there are no leads on who the hostages were or who was holding them. What we do know however, is that the death toll has risen to staggering twenty two people in the-"

Emma turned off the television feeling physically sick. That was the last thing she needed to see right now, her nightmares were already bad enough without having to be reminded of them in the waking world. It was all like –

There was a sudden knock on the door and she almost jumped out of her skin at the sound. "Who- Who is it?" she called, catching her breath.

"I've got a pizza delivery for Mr. Wilson?"

Emma's stomach growled at the mention of food, Wade must have ordered pizza while she was in the bathroom. "Wade, the pizza's here." She yelled, walking towards the door.

Wade frowned on the other side of the bathroom door, tying a towel around his waist. Pizza? He didn't order any pizza. Panic coursed through his body as the realisation set in. "Emma don't-"

There was a gunshot and Wade felt his body tense automatically. "Emma?" he yelled, reefing open the door.

Emma was shinning as her beautiful diamond mutation coated every inch of her skin. She was standing at the door, almost frozen. On the concrete outside the room was a man lying flat on his back, a bullet in his head. She turned to him slowly, her diamonds skin fading back to its original colour. "He just- I mean I opened the door and- the bullet just kind of bounced back." She said disconnected.

He nodded, his eyes scanning her for any wounds. She seemed unharmed, she was rattled which was given, but she wasn't hurt. Her diamond skin seemed to have ricocheted the bullet, a mighty useful ability.

He came forward glancing out the door for any signs of activity, but found nothing. His eyes landed back down at the man in the obviously stolen pizza uniform. "I knew they'd do anything for tips but this is just ridiculous." He murmured, bending to pick up the body. People would want to know where the gun shot came from, a dead man on their doorstep was a dead giveaway. He smiled to himself, dead giveaway, sometimes he cracked himself up.

He threw the body on the floor inside before turning back to Emma. She was still standing frozen at the door. "Frost?" he asked, flicking his fingers in front of her glazed over eyes. "Are you with me sweet cheeks?"

She nodded, seeming to snap out of her momentary daze. She'd opened the door without a care in the world only for a gun to be shoved in her face. She didn't even have time to blink before he fired, something in her brain must have switched on because the next thing she knew the bullet was bouncing off her chest and lodging itself right in the man's forehead. He was going to kill her, out of all the things that had happened today this was by far the worst.

Wade must have returned to the bathroom in her daze because now he was fully dressed, white singlet, black hoodie, jeans and a pair of boots. He was currently pulling notes out of Stryker's wallet and shoving them in his jeans. "Alright let's get out of here before more homicidal pizza boys show up." He said lightly, walking over to the body. He bent down, rummaging through his pockets for a moment before pulling out a set of keys and a wallet. He flipped it open and let out a little whistle before putting it in his jeans with the rest of the cash. He glanced at the gun for a moment, wondering whether or not he should take it before deciding to leave it where it was. If forensics came and dusted for prints they'd only find the dead man's, if they were lucky they'd probably just presume it was suicide.

He headed for the door and Emma wordlessly followed him out to the parking lot. People were beginning to come out of their rooms, some chattering to their neighbours others heading towards the reception. Wade grabbed a hold of Emma's hand, pulling her in the direction of a black sedan just as he saw a women point to them. "Hey, aren't they our clothes?"

Wade's smirked a little, opening the passenger door for Emma and ushering her in. He ran to the other side and let himself in, slamming the door behind him. He started the car, shifted it into first and slowly began to crawl out of the parking lot, not wanting to bring any more attention to them then they already had.

They passed half a dozen police cars and two ambulances on their way out of town. Once they hit the main road Wade glanced over at his silent companion. She hadn't said anything since the motel room and that was beginning to worry him. He didn't like silence, he never had, in fact he always made a point of filling it. "So our dead stiffs name was Gregory Feeder, he wasn't in my special little group so he wasn't a mutant. Probably just one of Stryker's underpaid lackeys, cleaning up his dirty work. Boss man gets all fidgety when he's got loose ends that need tying up. He probably only sent him for some recon and the idiot got it in his head to go one step further." he said glancing over at her, she was staring out the window, either she was ignoring him or she was trapped in her own little world. Either way made him strangely uneasy and when he was nervous he tended to blab. "You know your hair looks really shiny, I'm thinking about switching shampoo," he said running a hand over his bald head for emphasis. "It's just not giving me that great of results?" Nothing, not a thing.

He decided for a new tactic. "When we get to Las Vegas I think we should be married, you know the whole Elvis Chapel, a few of our closest friends and maybe a bar with those fancy cocktails you like so much. I mean why wait when we have a love like ours huh? I mean I'm good at improvising, just imagine my vowels. My dearest Emma, my autumn flower, my spring sunshine, my summer breeze and my winter fire. Our love is like water-"

She laughed and it was probably one of the prettiest and the most relieving things he'd ever heard. He was running out of witty things to say, he didn't even have any idea where he was going with the last part. Our love is like water? "What not good enough?" he asked, mock offended. "I'll have you know I've been working on those for months."

"Wade." she said, trying her best not to smile.

He took his eyes off the road to look at her, fluttering his eyelids playfully. "Yes my autumn flower?"

"Shut up."

Wade grinned to himself; they had a long night ahead of them.

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Around 5 a.m Wade pulled the sedan down a dirt road lined either side with dense wood. The winding driveway continued for about fifty meters or so before a small cabin came into view. It was rectangular in shape with a porch out the front and a worn looking rocking chair. It wasn't much to look at really, but as long as there was a bed inside Wade couldn't care less. He rubbed his eyes tiredly, bringing the car to a stop around back. The last six hours of driving had been hard, Emma had stayed up with him for as long as she could but sleep had overcome her about an hour ago. He pushed through however, determined to reach the cabin as soon as possible after the incident back at the motel. Truthfully he hadn't expected Stryker to come after them so quick, he didn't realise they were that much of a priority. They needed somewhere to lay low and her parent's cabin seemed like that ideal place.

Wade was about to wake her up when he glanced down and saw just how peaceful she looked whilst she slept. He smiled slightly walking around to the passenger door. He unclipped her and slowly pulled her out of the seat, lifting her in his arms. Her arms wound around his neck automatically and he couldn't help the soft chuckle that escaped his lips at the innocent action. Her face than nuzzled into his neck and she let out a small content sigh in her sleep. He swallowed nervously, doing his best to not think about how good it felt with her in his arms.

He reached for the key above the front door like she'd told him and jiggled it in the lock, holding on to Emma the best he could. The door finally opened and he walked inside, immediately examining his surroundings. There was a reasonably sized kitchen to his left and a small lounge room in front of that. To his right was a wooden wall that breeched off to a hallway and he began to walk down it towards were he thought the bedrooms would be. There were two doors to his left and another to his right; he chose the first on the left.

There was a queen bed in the middle of the room covered in a dark brown and white quilt. He pulled down the blankets with one hand before laying the sleeping beauty in his arms down gently. He pulled of her shoes smoothly and she smiled contentedly to herself as she rolled onto her side. He stared at her for a moment, her blonde hair covering the side of her face but leaving a small gap so he could see the smile still tugging at her lips. One of his own appeared; a genuine wondrous smile that was so rarely seen by others. It amazed him to no end how he'd earned this beautiful women's trust, after what he did she still found it in her heart to forgive him. It truly took someone amazing to do that.

He glanced down at the space beside her and felt his eyes grow heavy. The bed looked so warm and inviting and he was so very tired that he really couldn't be bothered finding another, he shrugged jadedly, kicking of his boots before quite literally collapsing into bed beside her.

He'd never felt more comfortable in his life.

A/N i hope that wasn't too much of a filler, never mind next chap they'll be at the cabin and some Kayla/Logan goodness and Wade/Logan bickering shall begin. BTW i looked up a rough course on Google map from Pennsylvania to New Hampshire they said it was like a 10 hour trip. I'm from Australia so i have no clue! Hope you guys enjoyed!