Alright this is the last chapter to My Sins and the third installment shall appear soon enough. Anyway I hoped that you enjoyed the fic even if I was particularly heinous and didn't finish it as soon as I should have. Anyway comments are always welcome, well more than welcome really. I'll update this fic with the new fic once I've thought of a title.

Till then,

Jokerfest

He slept on the couch in the living room. He wasn't pleased about it but it was something that guys usually did to be nice. He really wished he wasn't a nice guy and demanded that he get the bed. He shoved the cushions angrily and then threw himself onto the couch wishing himself to sleep. He sighed and turned onto his stomach, growling as he did so. Finally, after ten more minutes of pretending the couch was not a torture device Wade sat up. He made his way to the bathroom and looked at the mirror. He saw the burns that surrounded his eyes and the tattoos that started from neck and ended down to his feet. If he did find his mystery woman what would she think of his new look. Because he knew that he had never looked like this. He couldn't remember, he realized suddenly.

"And that's what blue babes are for."

He headed into the bedroom and saw that Vanessa was not sleeping. She was watching television and clicking the remote every few seconds. The bitch was channelsurfing while he laid on that godforsaken thing the hotel staff called a couch. He sat on the bed and looked at her. She turned to him and smiled softly.

"What's bothering you?"

"Oh, nothing, just the fact that you know what I used t' look like."

"Oh, I was wondering when you'd ask."

"Show me."

She changed and he watched as she became a pretty good looking guy. He had been hot dammit. He touched her face, his face really, and turned it from side to side. It almost hurt seeing what he'd been reduced to. Something inside him hurt, like his dog just died, like he just got divorced, like his heart was being shredded in a highspeed blender. He wanted mystery girl to see him like that. He couldn't go to her looking the way he did.

"We need to hunt down that sonovabitch now!"

"Why because your lady love will abandon you, looking like that?"

"No! Yes," he muttered.

"Wade, even I'm still attracted t' you. If she loves you, the way you used to brag she did, then she'll feel the same way."

"Bullshit, no one, not one goddamn person could stand lookin' at me on the train! I started a riot at a bus station! And-"

She kissed him, pressed her soft lips against his. She changed suddenly as she wrapped her arms around him into the mystery girl. He kissed back, let his lips travel to her throat. She gasped, a tiny sound but enough to send him backing away. That wasn't what she was supposed to sound like. He pushed her away and stood up from the bed.

"You're not her. Stop pretending."

"It's what you want, Wade. I could give you that, if you let me."

"Change back."

"But I like this form," she said sweetly her hand running down her breasts. He followed the hand and gulped as it traveled lower. Yup, he needed to leave. "I'll be in the lobby."

Rona couldn't sleep. Somewhere, right this minute, Wade was in trouble. She had no idea where to begin looking for Stryker and even if she did, then what? How was she supposed to explain to a murdering mutant killer that she wanted her boyfriend back? Was he just going to hand Wade over on a silver platter? She knew the answer to that one. She decided to leave the room. Her sister was asleep and it was only for a few minutes of air. She looked down at her baby blue pajamas. She doubted anyone would say anything and if they did, fuck 'em.

She stepped outside into the hallway and ventured for the elevator. She got in and pushed to get to the lobby. She'd seen a bar coming in and it seemed like she was going to need a couple of drinks if she was going to find any peace of mind. As soon as she got onto the right floor she made for the bar like a drowning man for shore.

"Gimme-aw shit! Dammit! Can I just have a gingerale," she muttered as she lay her head on the counter. For a good thirty minutes she had forgotten she was pregnant. She wondered how Wade would take that piece of news. The bartender slid the glass her way and she caught it easily enough. She took a small sip and set it back on the counter. She closed her eyes and thought of what a weird turn her life had taken.

"I'm sorry is this seat taken?"

Rona turned and almost spit out her gingerale. She gulped her drink down slowly priding herself on not spitting.

"It's not taken."

"Glad to hear it," Stryker nodded as he sat on the stool beside her.

"Wade, wait!"

Dammit, only inches away from the elevator button. He pulled his hand back and waited for her. She was currently in the form of Sandra Kelly, a brown haired girl that looked similar to what he used to look like. She was supposed to be his sister, the concerned one that was going to help him pay for his surgeries from that horrible accident. The woman at the front desk had bought the story, shaking her head in sympathy. Not only had it been awkward, it had made him angry, he had had half a mind to tell her he'd been born that way.

"What is it Vanessa?"

"The target switched hotels, Wade. My guy told me that he checked out of the other hotel, a few hours ago."

"And he's now telling you this? Shit!"

"Don't worry it's not far we can get there if we leave now."

"Oh yeah, how close are we?"

Vanessa smiled as she pressed a finger to the elevator button.

"He's on the top floor. Apparently, he wanted to discourage people from following him."

"That is some good karma," Wade said a grin on his face.

The door opened with a faint chime and the two stepped on. They were just that much closer to reaching their goal and Wade was glad. He had been hoping for this moment since Sabretooth had told him about the man. He hadn't brought his swords with him out of the room but he figured beating the man to a pulp would be satisfying in its own way.

"Ah, so what are you here for, business or pleasure."

"Pleasure. Me and my sister are here to sightsee. She's from Wyoming," Rona lied easily. She'd had practice, considering only two people knew she was a mutant and she had spent years married to a man she wasn't in love with. Yeah, good practice.

"Oh, and you, are you a native?"

"Arlington, not too far for me."

"Ah, so you've already seen the sights," Stryker said as the bartender passed him a glass. She watched as he sipped the amber liquor slowly. He looked like a cold man, even she could see that. He just seemed pleaasant too and she imagined he only seemed that way to normal humans.

"Well, not really. I've only seen the Washington Monument. My sister on the other hand wants to see all of D.C."

He chuckled lightly and finished off his drink. He stood, straightened his shirt and offered his hand.

"Well, it's been a pleasure talking to you..."

"Revy Adkins," she smiled as she shook his hand. She'd wash it later but for now she just wanted to know where he was located. Their hands broke away and he headed off to the elevator. She looked at her ginger ale gulped the liquid and went after him. They both stood at the elevator and waited. She smiled at him and then turned back to the elevator. They both stepped inside and then she reached for the button.

"What floor," she asked.

"Top floor, thank you Miss Adkins."

"Revy's fine, no need to be formal. Though I never got your name."

"How rude of me! I'm William, William Stryker."

"And now we've officially met."

The door closed after she chose her floor.

They were in his room, in the room of the bad guy. Wade took up a place on the couch and kicked his legs up. Now, why wasn't the couch in his room this comfy, he wondered. Vanessa waltzed around the room opening drawers and cupboards.

"What're you lookin' for," he called from the couch.

"Any weapons he might have," as she slammed another cupboard shut. She went to his bedside table and opened the drawer.

"Aha!"

He sat up to see her holding a gun. She waved it proudly and then motioned for him to follow her.

"We'll wait for him and as soon as he walks in-"

"He's gonna have his ass handed to him. I know."

Five freakin' flights of stairs. FIVE FREAKIN' FLIGHTS! Rona had run straight to the stairway as soon as she knew what floor Stryker would be on. She went up the flights of stairs, holding up her pajama pants as she went. When she had gotten to the right floor, she looked around. She saw the elevator and saw Stryker approaching her direction. She opened the stairwell door and waited until he passed. She didn't want him to see her just yet.

She heard his footsteps pass by, certain and confident. Cocky sonovabitch. She waited until the steps were well away and then opened the door. She let it close gently and then walked slowly. She heard the beep of the door as it opened, she moved down and leaned out so see down the other hallway. Looking she saw him disappear behind a doorway. Bingo! She resisted the urge to do a small happy dance.

She knew where Stryker was now, but it still left her waiting for Wade. Would Wade find him as she had? He was a mercenary he had to have been waiting in his room or something, right? Didn't mercs have contacts or something like that? She wondered if she should go in, pretend to have the hots for him. Weren't heterosexual men blinded by pretty women? There were just too many ways that she could screw the plan up. She jerked as she heard muffled sounds erupt from the door. Not even slowly, but almost immediately after she heard a thump. She'd only ever heard that kind of thump in the movies. She knew without a doubt that someone had been shot down. Had it been Wade? Even if it had, she needed a way to get inside. She looked around the hallway and decided to do something very, very stupid.

"Police! Come out with your hands up!"

She pounded on the door as hard as she could. The door opened swiftly and she almost fell. A woman opened the door, a tall blue woman with a knowing smile on her lips. She looked up at her and stepped back.

"Oh, this is too perfect."

The woman shapeshifted into a burly man and grabbed her by the arm, dragging her inside. She tried to pull herself back but couldn't. When she saw Wade lying on the ground, blood on his forehead, she stopped struggling altogether. His face was scarred but she knew his face even then, knew the shape of his body. Her eyes started to blur as tears rose up.

"Aw, you gonna cry, girly," the now burly man said teasingly. The gruff voice made her skin prickle.

Beside Wade was Stryker. He was sitting calmly in a chair and looked none too surprised that she was being dragged into the room.

"Ah, Miss Adkins, we meet again."

"Fuck you!"

"Ah, ah, realize that I am not the enemy here. Vanessa let her go and let us begin the negotiations."

"What's going on, I don't-"

She was thrown violently against the wall. Her head banged against the wall and she slid down, her vision blurring.

"I brought you your pet, Stryker. I want the money that you promised, simple as that."

"Simple as that. Alright, fair enough. Administer this," Stryker said holding a syringe out to the woman, "and he will once again be under my control. Directly to the base of his neck, near the spine. Do that and you will have your money."

"And what will this do?"

"This syringe contains the nanomachines necessary to restart his system. He will once again be Weapon XI. And that damned mouth of his will finally be silent."

"Sounds good to me."

Vanessa took the syringe and Rona watched as the woman bent to Wade.

"Don't, please, he doesn't deserve this!"

"Oh yes he does, Miss Adkins. As you are here, I can only assume that you know what he is, what he does. Do you know how many people he's killed, human and mutant alike? There is more blood on his hands than even mine, Miss Adkins. What you see before you is not a man but a machine, one that I have been eager to posess for a very long time. He is my Deadpool."

"Dead...pool?"

Vanessa was cradling Wade's head in her lap, the needle inching ever closer.

"Yes, a mutant that has the combined power of many powerful mutants. Go ahead Vanessa, the adamantium bullets affect will only last so long."

The needle pricked his skin and Rona screamed.

"Wade!"

And he was gone.

They'd tricked him, played him for a sucker, pulled one over on him, gotten the jump on him, what the hell ever. They'd fucked him over plain and simple. How was he to know that Vanessa had been working for Stryker? The moment the door had clicked Vanessa put three bullets into his head point blank. And then nothing.

He came to around the time that Stryker started giving the other woman his schpiel about owning the perfect weapon. He was waiting for the perfect moment to take Vanessa and Stryker out. When he had felt the needle prick his skin he let himself teleport. He was behind Vanessa, standing. He kicked her in the back and then gave her a noneto gentle kick to the face. Assured that she was out cold he turned to Stryker. He grinned widely and rubbed his hands together playfully.

"Now let's pretend I'm the spider and you're the fly."

"Wade, it was only meant to help you. I didn't mean-"

"Mean t' what, boss? Mean to royally fuck me over! Now what should I do to you?"

Wade pretended to ponder putting his fist beneath his chin.

"Now Wade-"

"Stop it Wade!"

Wade turned to the other woman and paused. It was her, mystery girl. Her face was wet, she'd been crying. Had she been worried about him?

"Hi," he said simply.

"Hey," she said back.

"He deserves it babe, he was gonna-"

"I know, but you're better than that. I can't watch you kill him Wade."

"Alright," Wade turned back to Stryker, " hear that Stryker? You're being offered a second chance."

He teleported in front of the man, making the other man jump in his chair. Wade smirked at the action. He pulled back his fist and sent it flying into Stryker's face, grinning widely at the sickening crunch the man's nose made. When he was sure the man was out cold he turned back to the mystery woman. He walked over to her and knelt down.

"You afraid of...this," he whispered touching his face.

"No, I'm not. But what-"

He pressed a finger to her lips. She went silent beneath his finger and waited for him to speak. He moved away the finger and finally asked the question that had been on his mind since he'd heard her voice in his head on that godforsaken island.

"What's your name?"

"What? My name? Wade-"

"Please, please, please...your name."

"Rona," she said tears rolling down her cheeks, "God, Wade, it's me."

"I'm sorry, Rona. Whatever I did, I'm sorry. I just-I've been a little lost."

"Are you hurt?"

"No, but you are. You gonna be okay?"

"Will you stay with me?"

"Got nowhere else t' go."

"Then I'll be fine." A pleasant shock went through him as she pressed her lips to his. When she pulled away he felt his heart lift. The voice went perfectly with the rest of her, just like it was supposed to.

"Then let's get the hell outta here."