/-Three Mile Island, 2006-/

"Miss Allerdyce…so nice to see you again."

He didn't turned, still looking out the large picture window as she and John entered the office.

"You know why I'm here?" She asked, nodding as the teleporter motioned for her to move around the desk as he did the same.

Stryker's shoulders rose and fell with a smirk lingering on his face as he turned to face them, stopping both of them in their tracks. "I'm assuming it has to do with your relationship with Mister Wilson."

"You assume correct, then," Wraith cut in, glaring at him. "Why'd you lie, Stryker?"

"To get my way," the man's smirk widened, "why else?"

Amy set her jaw and made to run at him when the window shattered. They three ducted, but looked up in time to watch the grenade roll to a stop on the desk.

-/-/-

John kept his back pressed against the wall as the man approached him, Jamie's body having been easily discarded from his blade.

His brown eyes darted to it, going from his locked gaze to his arm, before flicking his lighter open. "What'cha gonna do, Wilson?"

Weapon XI's head tilted to the side, his silver eyes gleaming in the dim, fluttering lights. Watching the fire rise in the body's hand, he paused.

"Don't like that, do ya, bitch?" Pyro smirked making the flame grow higher until it was caressing the ceiling.

Wade Wilson wasn't anything like he'd been expecting. The cocky wiseass from the tape had been replaced by a melancholy father figure (at least in the teen's mind), and he'd come to know of when he showed up on the god forsaken island.

But what stood before him seemed to be a shell. His eyes held no emotions and his skin a ghostly pale that seemed to glow in the light. Two swords were held tightly in both hands. He continued to stare at the fire, before turning his back on the young man and walking away.

"Hey!" John snapped, "where the hell do you think yer goin'?"

-/-/-

Cyclops watched as the girl's head tilted in ways he hadn't known was possible. "Hear anything?"

She walked skittishly over to a wall. Pressing her head against it, she nodded, and motioned for one of the other mutants. Colossus tore the thin wall down with ease, and blinked in surprise as three familiar faces rushed past them.

"Mystique."

The blue woman froze at the sound of her name, and stopped along with her two comrades. Leon skidded to a stop in his bare feet, Flash stopping maybe a yard ahead of them. Smirking, Mystique jerked her head forward at the team. "You comin'?"

Magneto smirked and stepped through the hole. "Of course, my dear."

The X-Men exchanged glances, but followed him regardless. Ororo's eyes, as well as her smile lit up as they landed on Apollo. True he looked a little worse for wear, but he was alive and seemingly well. His gaze landed on hers, and he weakly returned the expression of relief before offering an arm. "Help an old man out, Raindrop?"

-/-/-

Every bone in her body felt like it had been shattered as she blinked her eyes open. A gasp escaped her throat, and her eyes snapped wide as they began to fuse themselves back together. Choking, Amy spat some blood onto the ground as she rolled onto her stomach, the window's fragmented glass pushing its way into her pale skin. It took a moment, but the pain in her back subsided, and her healing factor forced the glass from her body. Moving slowly the woman stood, eying the body of Stryker with a satisfied smirk before going over to check John's pulse.

It was faint, but it was there. He groaned at the touch and tried to ease himself off his side.

"Stay still," Amy told him, "you don't know where the damage is."

"Easy for you to say," Wraith grunted, "you can see straight."

Chuckling darkly, she shrugged. "Good genes."

He muttered a quiet, "good genes my ass," as she began moving efficiently around the office. A large hole had been blown through the desk, and it seemed as though the ceiling could give way any moment. Her dark eyes surveyed it with weariness as it seemed to creak above them.

"Wraith?"

"Yeah?" He groaned with effort before heaving a sigh.

"You think you can walk?"

"No."

She winced as a small piece fell. "Then we'll have to run."

Wraith banged his head lightly on the crumbling wall behind him. "I hate running."

-/-/-

John followed a few paces behind Wade. His pace wasn't quite a jog, but it was certainly brisker than a walk. He wondered where he was going. Where he was being led to. But most importantly he wondered why the fuck he was following this lunatic.

Like father like son, I guess, Pyro thought bitterly. The man spun to face him, and the teenager forced the fire to grow.

"Get out of here, kid." The man's eyes had drained back to a dull, tired brown.

John blinked in surprise. "What?"

"I said," Wade took a menacing step towards him, causing the younger male to back up, "get out of here before this whole place comes down on your sorry ass."

"Who do you think you are?" Pyro's eyes blazed with anger, "my father?"

Shaking his head, Deadpool chose to ignore him and teleport away. But not before smirking and murmuring, "Stupid bastard."

-/-/-

The walls of the power plant were starting to crumble, as was Amy's calm. Her breathe was coming out in short erratic bursts as Wraith teleported them few metres at a time.

"You okay?"

He nodded. "Few more and we'll be out."

"Good." She kept her eyes clamped shut until he stopped. "Is that who I think it is?"

Peeking an eye open, Amy nodded weakly. She pulled away from him. "John?"
He remained still behind her. "Yeah?"

"Get out of here."

"But-"

"Do it!" She snapped, not taking her eyes off the man in front of her. Wade tilted his head at her, twirling his swords in a familiar threatening motion. After a moment's hesitation, Wraith disappeared from site.

"What're you doing, Wade?"

He stayed silent, but took a step towards her. She didn't back up like the boy had. She didn't show any sign of fear. She looked exhausted.

He eyed the blood that had spilled over her bottom lip. The blade slid up to her chin, tilting her head back so he could inspect her face. Dark bags hung under her brown eyes, her hair falling in them as well. He let out a quiet hum of discontent. He hadn't seen her with long hair before. Didn't like the change.

"Where've you been, Amy?"

"Here."

"Bullshit." The blade pressed harder against her throat, but she didn't falter. In fact her eyes softened at him.

"I've been here over fifteen years, Wade, don't you remember?"

His eyes flickered with paranoia. "Remember what?"

"The visits. Stryker used to let me visit you back when you were in-" She stilled as he began to push her back into the wall.

"Back when…" he teased, blade flashing in the dim light. "Back when you were pregnant?"

"No, after that."

Wade slammed the swords into the wall next to her head, electing a jump from her. "Should've killed you when I had the chance." His breathe was warm on her forehead as he muttered, "you should've told me."

"You should've told me," She repeated, keeping her eyes on his bare chest. "That you had cancer."

The sharp edge of the elongated knife pressed a little further, but not hard enough to draw blood. "You didn't love me." He told her simply. "What the hell do you care if I have cancer?" He laughed darkly, looking down at her drawn out features.

"Of course I did."

"Don't lie."

"I'm not lying," Amy snapped, "why would I lie about that?"

He waved the sword at her face, "uh, hello?"

"I'm not scared of you."

Wade shrugged, "so you're selfish and stupid, good for you."

"Maybe I am, but at least I didn't-"

"Hey."

There head whipped toward the group that was watching them curiously.

"Not that we don't hate spoiling your little reunion," Magneto drawled sarcastically, "but I really think it's time we be going."

Wade stepped away from Amy. He nodded to the group. "Get going then."

"You aren't-"

"Oh I am, Allerdyce." He glared down at her, "I just don't want to turn my back on the enemy."