Hey, I know it's been a long time, but I've had a lot of shizz going on in my life. Some of it not so nice, so it didn't really put me in a writing mood. Trust me, if I've could've foreseen I would've said something.

Anyways, I'm not going to say this is the best chapter I've put out there cuz it's not...sorry for the disappointment. This is really just a transitional chapter cuz the one you really want to read is the next one (which is Deadpool's date with Raven! YAY!). Also, despite what I just said, I worked really super hard to make this one even if it is a bit short again.

Thanks for everything and I absolutely love the reviews and shit you guys give me!

Disclaimer: I don't own Deadpool or the Xmen! I own Raven and only her!

Enjoy!

The next morning, Raven awoke in Deadpool's arms to the sound of a polite knocking on her door. She groaned and cuddled closer to her warm companion, who tightened his hold on her as well while mumbling incoherently under his breath.

"Raven? Raven, it's Gambit." the Cajun's voice said from outside the door "I don't wanna wake you up or anythin...I just wanna talk about what happened last night."

Raven yawned and reluctantly pushed herself off Deadpool. She didn't want to talk to Remy just yet, but the longer he stood out there making noise the more likely Deadpool would be to hear it.

He groaned and reached for her as she got up out of bed. She didn't bother fixing her hair or anything. After all, she planned to go straight back to bed with Deadpool as soon as she heard what Remy had to say. There would be no way his southern charm and looks would have any effect on her with her crush right there in her bed.

She unlocked and opened the door slowly, making as little noise as possible. Remy stood in the doorway, his knuckles poised to knock again. Even though he was dressed and freshly showered, he appeared to be very tired.

"Oh, hey Gwen, didn't think you would be up this early. Mind if I come in?" he asked, trying to peek over Raven's shoulder. She shook her head and shut the door a little bit so he couldn't see the sleeping mercenary in her bed.

"Alright...alright...I get it." he said, taking a step back "The way I acted last night was wrong. I'm not your daddy and I ain't even your boyfriend."

He sighed and rolled his head. Raven knew his shoulders were probably stiff from playing solitaire all night; he did that when he was troubled by something.

"Deadpool has done a lot for ya and I owe him for that. So, can ya forgive me?" he finished. Raven smirked. Of course she could. It's not like this was a big deal anyways. However, the fact he was so worried that he had irrevocably damaged their relationship was endearing.

She nodded and faked a yawn. This apologizing was nice and all, but she had a Merc with a mouth who needed cuddling.

"Alright, well, I'll let ya get back to your beauty sleep. See ya round." he said, with a wink. Raven smiled and wiggled her fingers tiredly before shutting the door and locking it once more.

She was very proud of how she handled herself. Once the initial excitement of Remy wore off and with Deadpool right there, it was easy not to feel all hot and bothered by the Cajun.

Raven happily made her way back over to her bed. Deadpool groaned as she wiggled back underneath the covers.

"Mmmm, baby, you move too much." he groaned, wrapping her back up in his arms once more. Raven's body shook in what would've been a giggle as the red clad Merc nuzzled his masked face in her neck.

She felt the familiar hold around her lungs and she began to cough into her hand. Deadpool rolled his eyes, sat up in bed, and patted Raven on her back. He knew she was in pain and he knew when she would remove her hand from her mouth there would be blood. Nothing like a bit of blood to start off the morning.

"Jeeze, next birthday you have I'm gonna get you a whole shit ton of cough drops." he said as he patted her back. Raven smiled through her painful coughing and rolled her eyes.

Eventually her harsh coughing subsided into small coughs. Deadpool smirked happily. Seeing pretty ladies in pain wasn't really his thing, unless they signed up for it of course.

"You know what will make you feel better?" he suggested. Raven wiped some of the blood off her lips. She could only imagine what he would say.

"Pancakes." he said. Raven rolled her eyes. That was probably number five on the list of things she thought he would say.

"Pleaaaaaaase?" he begged. Raven rolled her eyes and swung her legs over the side of her bed. Of course she would make pancakes. They were the only natural choice for breakfast.

"Score!" Deadpool cheered, pumping his fists in the air "Last one to the kitchen is a rotten egg!"

Raven smiled sweetly at her red clad friend before turning and exiting the room. Deadpool smiled as he watched her leave. However, as he pushed himself off the bed, he heard a strange crunching under his hand. He lifted it and saw a now crushed white lily.

"Didn't Raven have that tucked into her hair last night?"

"Must've fallen out while we were sleeping."

"Wonder what happened with her last night?" Deadpool mused, twirling the crushed flower around thoughtfully. He remembered that after her appointment, she had gone to visit Gambit. He reasoned that was where she got the sushi from, but what was with the flower?

"Dude, pancakes are at stake here! No time to worry about some dumb flower!"

"Yeah! Worry after you have put food in our belly!"

"Alright! Alright! Quit your belly achin!" the mercenary said, tossing the crushes flower into a nearby waste bin "Jeeze, when will it ever be about what I want, huh?"

And with that, he leaped off the bed, sprinted down the hall, and after the jumpsuit wearing woman he had just spent the night with.

When he had finally caught up, they were running side by side; equally matched. He couldn't help, but notice how her breasts bounced beneath the black leather. They were so hypnotizing and the longer he stared, the more he began to realize that looking away would never be an option.

However, Deadpool's breast gazing would be cut short as he ran directly into the Cajun sensation himself. He was standing with a cocky smirk against the doorway to the kitchen. Deadpool's eyes narrowed. He never really hated this guy before, but he was really starting to.

Raven's face lit up as she smiled, raising her eyebrow as if asking him what he was doing there.

"I thought you would be comin down here to make some pancakes, chere." Gambit explained "So I came down first and made some for ya, just the way ya like em too."

Raven's body shook in a silent giggle and she nodded her appreciation to Gambit. She ducked around him, following her nose into the kitchen. Deadpool moved to follow, but was stopped by Gambit's body once more

"I didn't know you were gonna be joinin' us today, so I only made enough pancakes for two." Remy said "I hope it's no trouble."

Oh yeah, this guy was officially on the shit list. If only he wasn't Raven's friend; cutting his pretty face up into pieces wouldn't be an issue then. Maybe the red mercenary could get away with shooting his rival in the thigh.

"Oh, it's no trouble at all." he replied in a fake Cajun accent "I'm glad you were kind enough to go through the trouble of making us food. You're really too kind."

Smiling with satisfaction, Deadpool maneuvered his way around the card wielding mutant. Even though he had another contract to take care of today, he didn't want to pass up breakfast with Raven; especially with Remy here to horn in on the action. Besides, he still had the money from his previous contract to fall back on if he couldn't get this one done in time. Sure, they would probably have to order from the value menu at a spruced up fast food joint, but it was better than nothing, right?

His smile faded when he saw Raven sitting at a table covered with a white tablecloth. Strange pink flowers resembling bleeding hearts poured out of a glass vase, shadowing a small plate of peach slices, a plate of bacon, and some syrup.

"Dude, this is a pretty awesome set up! I don't know if fast food is gonna cut it for tomorrow!"

"But where else we should go? It's too late to make reservations for anything that'll top this!

Damn, Gambit! Isn't this like against the guy code or something?!"

"Possibly, but no time to debate about that now! Eyes on the prize!"

The dark haired beauty sitting at the table was the real prize, though. She lifted a forkful of steaming hot pancake into her mouth. Some of the syrup dripped off the fork and onto her dark lip. She licked it off with her small pink tongue. Jeeze, only she could make pancakes have this much sex appeal.

Out of the corner of his eye, Deadpool could see Gambit approaching; making a beeline straight for the plate of pancakes opposite of Raven.

"Hurry up and stop him, you fool!"

Without any more prompting, Deadpool rushed to the plate, taking a forkful of the still steaming breakfast food and shoving it under his mask and into his mouth. Remy raised an eyebrow and, while shaking his head, reached for a slice of peach instead.

"Yeah! We showed him!"

"But how come we feel so stupid?"

"How come you put all this together?" Raven wrote down on her sketchbook. Funny, Deadpool didn't see her grab it when she ran out of the room this morning. Gambit took a bite of his orange, careful to make sure he didn't make a mess of the juicy fruit.

"I just felt awful about what happened last night. So, I put together a bit of your favorites." he answered "The pancakes, the peaches, even these." he touched one of the pink flowers gently "Bleedin' hearts are still your favorite?"

Raven nodded, blushing slightly. It hadn't occurred to her that her old friend had put together all of her favorites into what would've been a pretty romantic breakfast. Or brunch.

Gambit smirked and took another slice of peach.

"Good. I had a heck of a time findin' a florist who would put together a bouquet of those things. They ain't your garden variety plant, ya know." he teased. Raven rolled her eyes and scribbled her response down.

"I don't like anything garden variety." was her reply when she held up her sketchbook again. Deadpool nodded, his active imagination running at full gear with thoughts of what he would do for his date with Raven tomorrow. It would be so much easier to plan a date that had no expectations of being one of those Hollywood experiences.

"Except definitely no fast food joints!"

Deadpool felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He knew it was either the guy who had hired him or Cable asking where he was. Christ, Cable was getting needy. He was never this needy before.

Regardless of who it was, it gave the Merc with a Mouth the extra push he needed to get the hell out of there and take care of his contract.

"Well, hate to eat and run." Deadpool said, shoving more pancake into his mouth "but I gots me some bizzness to take care of."

Raven smiled and held a finger to her lip as her body shook in a silent laugh. True, he was no classy Southern gentleman. But Deadpool had a little something extra. The best part about it was: he wasn't just batshit crazy. He was just Deadpool. The Merc with a Mouth and enough charisma to make even the most accomplished politician green with envy.

"I'll see ya tomorrow." he said, standing up "Unless you get lost in the city again."

He gave her a playful wink. Raven blushed and picked up her notepad to write down a response. Deadpool grabbed her biceps, leaned down, and kissed her on the cheek. Even though he didn't even pull his mask up, she could feel her cheek tingle. Even after she watched him dart out of the room, she could feel her heart beat erratically.

"Damn, if I had a Nicole every time you looked at me like that I think I'd be a very poor man." Gambit commented. Raven reached over and smacked his arm playfully.

"So, I was thinking we could-"the Louisiana native began. But before he could even finish, Raven held up her sketchbook.

"Sorry! I'm spending the day with Rogue getting civilian clothes and junk! Maybe later, Remy!" it read. Remy read, dumbfounded. He thought for sure the breakfast and the heartfelt apology would've ensured him a day with the dark haired beauty. He immediately blamed Deadpool for throwing his game off.

After she was sure he had read the message completely, she wiped her lips free of any syrup, chugged her cup of coffee, grabbed a couple of peach slices before running out of the kitchen to meet her best friend. Not before, of course, giving Remy a soft, apologetic kiss on the cheek.

By the time Raven returned to her room, it was 2 am. She had spent all day shopping with Rogue and Domino in the city, then spent all night watching musicals with them in Rogue's room. She was exhausted, but at least she was all prepped and ready for her date with Deadpool tomorrow.

She smiled as she hung up her dress and sweater for tomorrow. Everything was happening so fast. Tomorrow was the date with her crush. Then, once the week started again, she would be able to speak for the first time in Lord knows how long.

Her smile turned into a grin at the thought. All these years she hasn't been able to even make a sound. Not a scream, a sigh, a moan, or even a chuckle. She wondered if her unused voice would still sound like it did before the experiment or if it would sound any different. Hell, she couldn't even remember what her voice sounded like so what did it matter.

Raven let a bunch of air out through her nostrils and she bounced over to her bed, landing on it with a soft thud.

The sheets still smelled like Deadpool. Raven pulled them around her, imagining they were his arms. She could feel his fingers trace up and down her body. At first, they tickled her lightly over the fabric of her pajamas. Then, they traveled under, touching her pale skin with soft, light touches.

Raven let her mouth open as the gloved hands traveled over her most sensitive areas. She could feel his breath on her neck now. It was hot and smelled like taco meat. Certainly not the garden variety scent a woman would have in her fantasy, but Raven wasn't the kind for garden variety.

Right before the gloved hands entered her, her black eyes shot open. What was she doing? Deadpool wasn't the one touching her: she was! And it wasn't his breath: it was her own. Somehow she had managed to pull the sheets completely over her head, which would explain the hot, taco smelling air around her.

All her life, Raven had never engaged in self-pleasuring. In fact, she had never engaged in any sexual activity ever. At first, she was focused on her studies. Then, revenge. Then, cancer. Then, experimentation followed by vocal loss and the crippling realization that she had been a part of one of the bloodiest massacres against mutant kind. Yeah, not much room for a love life with stuff like that.

She immediately pulled her sheets down and turned to look out the window. All of those terrible thoughts and memories ran through her head. So far, everyone seemed to be accepting of her and, because of Deadpool, she was starting to have hope that they would still accept her even with her dark past.