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Hello! Welcome back to the next chapter in this fanfiction extravaganza! And after this, the swimsuit event! (Snorts) What can I say? I saw the Steve Harvey cellphone commercial and it me thinking of beauty pageants. Thanks for reading, please review, and enjoy.

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Chapter Nine

Hermione was sleeping in Wade's arms, as they were transported on the X-Men's blackbird back to England thanks to a favor that Wolverine owed to Wade. Logan watched the two for a time before settling himself down across from them.

"So what's the deal with the girl, Deadpool?"

"She's my own little witchy reaper," he sighed happily, kissing her head. "She's smart, beautiful, and great in the sack." He smiled. "And she likes me. She really likes me!" Wade looked to Wolverine. "Trust me, I've been asking myself if she's as nuts as me and I keep coming up with zero on that front so I don't get it either."

Logan chuckled deeply, saying, "Don't lose her then."

"Don't plan to," he murmured and pressed his face into the crook of her neck, falling into a very light sleep.

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They arrived in London shortly before three in the afternoon. Deadpool and Hermione ended up over at her flat, once they went over to pick up some chimichangas for dinner that is. It was as she was pulling out their drinks and handing one over to Wade when there was a knock at her door.

Putting her beer down, she went over to the door. But before she went two steps, the door blew in and a light so bright overwhelmed her to the point where she was forced to look away. And then the light began to burn. Hermione screamed in pain, unable to get away from the bright light any more than metal could a magnet. Before she knew it she was being grabbed and pulled away. She could hear a crashing sound before an explosion even as she felt air rushing past her. They, because now she knew it had to be Wade who had jumped out with her, landed and rolled to a stop. Wade covered her with his body, as debris from the explosion rained down on them.

By the time it had stopped, Wade lifted himself up to look down at Hermione. Half of her face was burnt, but was healing quickly as was her arm and hand.

"Well, now we know one thing," she said, her voice hoarse from being burnt. "Whomever is doing this knows that we've been investigating the deaths."

Wade got to his feet and helped her up. "Whomever it is they just made an enemy of me."

"We'll get more chimichangas," she murmured.

"No, it's what they did to you," he muttered. She looked over to him. "Okay, you and the chimichangas. The food I could have overlooked, but not the two of you at once. No way, no how."

Going on her tiptoes, she kissed his lips lightly. "Let's find ourselves a safe house, shall we?"

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They ended up at a cheap public house in East Anglia. Hermione cleaned it up magically and proceeded to create a kitchen as well as a larger bedroom with a king size bed. Once she was done doing so, she began to work on dinner.

It was a very contented Wade that smiled and hugged her from behind, telling her, "You're the most beautiful woman I know."

Smiling she asked, "Is it just me or is it me as well as the tacos that I'm making?"

Kissing her temple, he said, "You all on your own is a sight to behold. The two of you together just makes your beauty epic."

Laughing she plated up the seven tacos and handed them over to him. "Thank you."

"No, we aren't getting any cuter, as I would have to kill someone to get past all the indigestion it would cause me," he told her, making her laugh all the more.

"Very well," she told him, as she served her own plate of food. "I figure we have to look into the lives of the people that have died so far. There must be some sort of connection."

"But what?" he asked her. "You yourself said that they were all over the UK and that there didn't appear to be any sort of link that you knew of."

"That's just it," she said. "That I know of. We have to investigate the lives of the people that have died so far. There has got to be not only a connection to the others there, but the rogue reaper as well."

"Where would we start?" he inquired and chomped into his second taco.

"Where they did," she replied. "Their births."

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This, Hermione thought, would be going ever so much faster if she had help. She looked over to Wade, who was sound asleep and grumbling about killing the person who stole his chimichangas and tried to kill his reaper.

Setting up the computer to do the search of connections between all the murder victims, she left it to run on its own and went over to Wade. Stripping she watched as he snuggled all the more with the pillow he was holding. She slipped into the bed with him and yanked the pillow away from him, tossing it to the side. Taking the pillow's place, she began to kiss his neck and jaw.

"Hmm, can't sleep?" he asked, drowsily as he began to kiss her back as well.

"I wanted to suck you off and jump on for a ride," she murmured. "But I didn't want to startle you awake."

"Babe, no sane man is going to say no to a mouth on their dick."

She paused and said, "Uh, Wade…?"

He paused as well, muttering, "Okay, I know I'm not sane, but you know what I meant."

Grinning, she rolled him to his back and was kissing her way down his chest when there was a pounding on their door.

"I'm killing them!" he snapped, jumping up and grabbing his katana only to toss it aside and grab one of his giant hammers instead.

Rolling her eyes, Hermione dressed them both in robes and had her wand out as she checked the peephole. Looking over to Wade, she told him, "It's Harry. You don't get to kill him."

"Come on! He interrupted sexy time!"

"No!" she snapped, opening the door slightly, as she asked, "Password?"

He frowned, asking, "Since when have we had a password?"

She opened the door all the way. "Come on in."

TBC…

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