A/N: I know it has been a very long time, since I have last updated. But getting swamped with homework and getting a cold, really didn't help things. Plus writer's block decided to show up…anyways, I do not own X-Men, just the plot for this story and the my OC Ivy.

The OC Annaliesa belongs to KinaSakira, I was given permission to use her in this story.

Please Read and Review! -Maiden of the Heavens (MOTH)

Chapter 10

The only sound could be heard was the sound of play cards being slapped against the plastic wood of the wheelie tray, and the TV now showing Wheel of Fortune.

"Have any twos?" Remy questioned, looking at his own deck, and then looking at her from the rim of them.

The Earth-puppeteer shook her head, and tapped a finger on the Go Fish pile. She was winning so far by eight pairs, this was a game of chance after all. Her face scrunched up in thought, wasn't their lives the same way? A game of chance, on whether or not they would survive another day…she looked up at him as he gave her a look of worry, it gleamed easily in his forest green eyes.

"Are you in pain?" He questioned, ready to set his pairs of cards down, and fetch a nurse.

Ivy shook her head slowly as to not irritate her throat, and went back to looking at her cards, holding up four fingers, in order to ask for the card she wanted.

The Cajun pretended to look angry at her, put only smirked and handed her the card. He wasn't using his poker face, then again this was not a poker game This was a friendly game of cards, with a girl that he cared for. The Earth-puppeteer waited for him to ask for a card, glancing up at the television as some over-excited lady on screen shouted out the letter, M.

Remy smiled a little, "Do you have any nines?" He grinned like the Cheshire cat when Ivy handed it over reluctantly, and set the cards face down on the small table-tray. He could see the exhaustion in her face, the pain medication from the IV drip finally taking over. She struggled to lift up her hand to ask for an ace.

He only gently put her wavering and weak hand down, and gently leaned over a little in order to tuck her in more, one hand gently brushing along the dark-chocolate curls that framed the right-side of her cheek, and then eventually the soft porcelain colored skin.

"R-emy…" his name came out of her mouth in a struggled whisper, her dark-rose pink eyes watering with pain as she spoke.

"You shouldn't be talkin'." He scolded softly, his forest green eyes and face showing the concern that he felt. "You should be resting."

He went to rise from the bed, to grab the phone from the nightstand and order himself dinner from the hospital kitchen, but Ivy's slender fingers had wrapped around his own, trying to keep him where he was.

The Cajun looked back at the Earth-puppeteer, and sighed a little, a gentle smile forming across his concern, as his other hand once again found its way back to petting through her hair.

"You need to rest. I'm not goin' anywhere." He tried to reassure her, but she shook her head, a pleading look in her eyes, as if she wanted, no, needed to tell him something.

He sat down beside her again, only to find their noses almost touching, so she would be able to tell him what she needed to, before the world of dreams swept her away. A blush had formed on Ivy's cheeks then, his lips were so close to hers, it made her heart feel as if it was about to burst out of her chest. She swallowed her nerves down, with plenty of difficulty, before letting her lips gently touch Remy's own, her heart pounding harder as she did so.

"Merci… -Thank you-" She breathed, nearly mouthed, as her head lolled over to the side, her grip on his hand slacking slightly, as the pain killers were finally pulling her under.

Remy smiled at her, whether it was with adoration or just to increase her embarrassment at what she had done, she could not tell. Her fellow runway was beginning to look fuzzy, or draped by fog, like an out of focus photograph. She struggled against the pain relievers, as they tried to pull her under into slumber.

"I told you already, Ivy. I play for keeps, I will protect you with my life, if I have too." He said as she stopped fighting against the liquid drugs, and slid away, to be dead to the world.

Remy pressed a kiss to her lips, this time not playing the part of her fiancé. He stood to order to his dinner, and looked back at Ivy, trying to figure out what their kisses had meant. She was not like the other girls, he had been with through out his travels. They had all been one-nighters or ffor however long he had stayed in a particular place, never full on girlfriends, only lovers. A way to curb his desires.

With Ivy it was different. He had saved her, silently took a vow to protect her. The way she blushed when he complimented her, most of the women he had been with had expected it. She did not.

The Cajun looked back at Ivy's sleeping face, and set the phone down after ordering his meal. He was not sure, what was happening to him, to her, to the both of them. But it was something, and he liked the way it felt. It was not lust…but something more…a feeling he still needed to figure out.

Wade Wilson, known mostly to all who met him as Deadpool, leaned against the wall of weaponry, trying to pick out the perfect set of his blades, he was going to use to slaughter the Cajun in two. He glanced up, being pulled away from his thoughts of the perfect swords, to see the new recruit glancing at two different photos. Remy Lebeau and Ivy Dujardin. The two mutants that Stryker was making them hound after. Wade would never understand their importance, to his "boss's" project.

The girl with the light green skin, and webbed fingers, was looking at the two photos, trying to memorize their features. Her auburn hair falling over the surface of the table, as she looked at them closer with intense and concentrated aquamarine eyes.

The photos were somewhat recent, Ivy stood in front of a store window, in ratty jeans and a cloth thin t-shirt, it looked to be in the middle of summer. Her reflection in the store window -bakery store window- easily showed her hunger in her dark rose pink eyes. With Remy's it was different, he had arm wrapped around a blond hair beauty's waist, and trying to coax her into a bar. His facial features hardly shown because of his hat being tipped forward.

The frog-like girl looked up at Deadpool, a look of confusion over her face. "Why would Stryker want these two? One is homeless and the other is a womanizer."

Wilson chuckled a little, and gently let his fingers rest against the hilt of a sword. "He wants them for their powers. They're mutants." He explained.

Annaliesa's aquamarine eyes became wide with realization and shock. "But their like us." she said softly, looking back down at the photographs of the Cajun and Earth-puppeteer.

"It's nothing but a job." Wade replied leaving the room, with two new glistening blades in hand.

A/N: I am sorry if Ivy and Remy's relationship seems rushed, but to me it is barely unfolding. Please Read and Review, I will have chapter eleven posted on Sunday. -Maiden of the Heavens (MOTH)