The suspense, the drama, the horror!
Naw, but this one does get just a hint sad, y'all. What with the time slider being fixed and all. Poor, responsible Cable.

The first thing Cable wanted to do, soon as his boots hit X-Estate soil, was find Wade and wrap him up in an almost bone crushing hug. He knew Wade wouldn't mind if he accidentally cracked a couple of the regenarant's ribs, but Cable also knew that he couldn't let himself do such a thing just because his boyfriend could be all better faster than Cable could try and kiss the hurt away. After all: he was hoping he could do something mentally healing for Wade, not do something to cause him to heal. Big difference.

He wanted to walk right up to Wade, stare into his eyes and ask how he was; make sure he was doing alright and lock their lips tight regardless the answer.
But, looking off in the direction of their room, Cable felt his oh-so empty hands close into fists as his feet led him off to instead follow the Warhead to where she kept her 'tools'.

They had some repairing to do.

"Aaaaand... done," declared the mechanical genius spinning in her chair to introduce Cable to a freshly repaired temporal transportation machine.

"Wow. You were right. Five minutes," Cable said as he reached out to inspect the work of his newest teammate.

"With seconds to spare," Negasonic snipped in a distinctly proud sort of 'what do I care how long it took?'

Cable hefted the item, realizing for the first time just how heavy the small thing was. What it was about to do for his... for Wade. Who probably wouldn't have further need of his closeness nor his affections once Cable's next mission was complete. After all, how could he possibly compare to the miraculous reappearance of anyone's long lost fiancée?

The man who suddenly felt fifty pounds heavier looked the yellow suited teen —who was currently trying not to preen in her swivel chair— straight in the eyes and gave her a nod.
"Thank you. I- I didn't know what I was gonna do-"

"Eh, us gays gotta stick together, right Gramps?" The Warhead asked, rising from her chair to thump him good naturedly on the chest before moving to exit the room.
"Well, have fun disrupting the time/space continuum. Which I'm sure you're trained for," Negasonic said, before pausing to lean on the doorjamb. "Yukio's officially off babysitting duty, so I have a date to make. Good luck with... everything."

"Thanks," the only thing Cable could think to say to the scrunched, 'ew, old people love' face as his newest... maybe-friend took off for the undisclosed location of her rendezvous. With the youngster who'd kept his soon-to-be rendezvous company while he'd been away.
He hoped the two had a nice reunion.

With a sigh, Cable stored the tiny machine that just might soon bring down the best thing that'd happened to his sad excuse for a social life in forever, and made for his room. And his boyfriend. 'Cause he didn't even need to ask to know that's exactly where he'd find him.

"I'm back," Cable said as he stepped in their room and saw Wade lying on the middle of their bed. Where only the night before, Wade's hands, stronger yet far more gentle than Cable could have guessed, had melted the knots and bruising tension out of his back to the point where he couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so relaxed. So content.

Cable couldn't remember the last time someone had flipped themselves off a bed and run up to him with an expression so open and caring as the one on Wade's face either.
Right before he felt himself taken into an embrace the strength of which he'd only felt once before. In a prison transport. By someone he'd stabbed for the thoughtful gesture.
He could do better this time. Wade deserved it. He deserved-

Wait. He deserved it? Cable deserved... this? This 'please don't ever leave again' embrace and the head snuggled close to his?

Cable reeled with the slew of brand new thoughts, realizing that he hadn't demanded, nor begged, nor suggested, nor even asked for any of this. Hadn't even known he'd wanted it until Wade had opened his eyes with his kindness and his never say die attitude and of course, the alluring contours of his exceptional ass. Which Cable was more tempted than ever to just feel up; lose himself in the tactile exploration of; stamp his name on in indelible-

Wade had been the one to claim him. That meant something to Cable. He only hoped that it meant enough to the man who obviously wasn't letting go anytime soon. Because, if it didn't... Cable wasn't sure what he'd do.
Cry maybe.

On a spur of the moment impulse, Cable reached down, bypassing that utterly tempting, utterly accessible ass, to hook his hands behind the set of legs that weren't his own and hitched them up around his pelvis.
They didn't quite make it all the way to his waist. Considering he wasn't as tall as the large man who'd claimed him for his own.

Now with a set of legs working to crush him with love, Cable had to work to keep balanced as he walked the two of them over to the bed. Where he flopped down right on top of his... at least for a little while longer boyfriend. Reminding him again of the prison transport wherein Wade had asked for his number and kept him from murdering a teenager all while exercising care enough to not maim him.
If that wasn't love... Cable didn't know what love was.

But, Cable did know that there was someone else out there, in that slippery, confounding thing known as the space/time continuum, who Wade had loved before he'd come around. Someone who Wade had agreed to love, cherish, and honor until death parted them. And this poor man squeezing the last ounces of air out of him, perhaps in response to some deep seated fear that he'd be losing his 'cyborg' too, had no clue what possibilities the Warhead had moments ago opened up for them.

As Wade loosened his 'crushing is caring' hold, Cable relished in the feel of their bodies squished together. And allowed himself to wish this —the two of them happy and together— could be forever. But, he couldn't continue the charade when he knew who he could save. That he could save the person who could make Wade happier than he could: the woman who was liable to break his arguably-thankfully not techno organic heart.

Cable took a moment, or two, or maybe three, to raise himself up and really look at the weirdo who'd reopened his heart to more than loss and pain and bitterness. The mutant who'd withstood, forgiven, and potentially even enjoyed every love tap, nasty look, and broken bone Cable'd given him. The one who's eyes were threatening to leak because he thought Cable was trying to 'break up' with him.
The one who's cheek he couldn't stop himself from gentling smooth of those damnable worry lines, and who's lips were just too much- too his to resist any longer.

The man from the future heard a small noise of shocked pleasure as he lowered his body back down flush against his boyfriend's. He felt the next one when he gifted himself one last, tender, beautiful kiss. Before breaking the horrible, wonderful news to the mutant who'd put a smile back in his heart.

Cable watched Wade's face change from 'you are my world' to 'what the fuck did you just say about my original world?' and tried not to cringe at the suddenness of it; the stark contrast from one moment to the next.

"How- how would that work? She's-Ness's been... gone for weeks."

But he was doing this because it was the right thing to do and he was doing it for Wade because seeing that sweet, sweet weirdo stuck in full mourning made his soul ache.

So Cable braced his mind for the sudden schism that might very well be waiting for him at the end of this time jump; a breaking up of something that had just begun to fill his life with a greater meaning. He reminded himself that, at least for this moment in time, Wade was still his. His and only his.

Bolstered and feeling an undeniable need for closeness, Cable reached out with a hand that screamed 'mine' and pulled Wade close.
"Body slide by two." Cable forced the words out and a pair of strong, muscle hardened, caring arms wrapped him in a protective embrace as the X-Manor melted away in the all too familiar way all things did when one skips space/time.

Then, Cable shivered as he felt a desperate, "I love you," whispered intimately into his ear as the void of non-reality swallowed them up.

Fuck his boyfriend was hot.

Well. He's right. His boyfriend is hot. ;D