When Amy finally woke up, Mystique had gone. Her parents had arrived. And her children were no where to be found. Her head had barely left the pillow when Wade came in.

"Hey," His tone was gentle as he crouched down next to her. Gently pushing her hair back from her sweaty brow, he asked, "How ya feelin'?"

"Where-"

Wade shushed her. "They're fine. John took Lydia to the hospital."

Amy groaned and rubbed her eyes. "What happened?"

"Callie came." The man's face became somber. "Don't worry, I made Raven help me clean her up before she left."

Her jaw fell open. "You ki-" She dropped her voice slightly, unsure if Toby was still in the house. "You killed her? You killed Lydia's mom?!"

"Uh, yeah, I had to." He blinked with confusion. "She was a fucking menace anyway."

"She was still her mother!"

"She tried to kill you. And her. And probably Mystique if she had got the chance." Wade stood. His lips pursed a moment, as he thought of the look on his daughter's face. "Maybe even Toby. I had to."

The woman sat up with his help and sighed. "Not exactly the first impression I was hoping to make."

"Aw," The man cooed at her. "I knew you liked her!"

"Where's Toby?"

"At the hospital." He helped her stand and ushered her into the kitchen where her parents sat. Julia rushed to her side, quick to look her over as her husband, Clark stood. He smiled at the couple and nodded to Wade.

"So," The grey haired man started toward them, an ease smile on his lips. Clark wasn't about to bring up what had happened. In all honesty, he didn't want to know. "Shall we?"

Amy cocked a brow. "Shall we what?"

"Head to the hospital."

At the hospital, John had joined Lydia on the bed. The pair lay comfortably on the single hospital bed, fingers and legs intertwined. The young woman had been staring at him for some time.

"What?"

She shook her head. "I just can't get over your hair."

He chuckled dryly as he nuzzled against her cheek. Relief had settled in quickly, and he was thankful for it. The previous night had been one of the worst of his life; finding his mother comatose, his girlfriend catatonic- and worse yet, the nursing staff not being able to help her. A deep sigh slipped from his throat.

"I told you to stop worrying."

His dark eyes fluttered open at Lydia's soft voice. He took in her tired, tight features. Licking his lips, John shook his head as he muttered, "If your grandmother hadn't been a mutant you'd be brain dead right now."

"But she is and I'm not," Her cool finger tips brushed his cheek. "So, please, John, can we just…I don't want to think about that right now, okay? I just want to enjoy this."

The young woman buried her face in his neck as she gripped the back of his t-shirt securely.

"Aw." The pair groaned as Wade sauntered into the room. "You're obeying me."

"Get out." John grunted as he pulled Lydia closer. "You're bad for the general public, much less people in recovery rooms."

The redhead pushed him away and made to sit up. Her boyfriend's father was by her bed in an instant, helping her along as John rolled out of the bed. He raked a hand through his freshly cut hair with a sigh. He glanced at Lydia out of the corner of his eye. She seemed amused, a quirked smirk on her lips as Wade fluffed her pillows. But her fingers still held a slight shake to them, her eyes carried heavy bags, and worse of all, she seemed amused by Wade. Worse yet, not even normal hyperactive Wade; it was the rare genuinely kind Wade, so clearly some damage had been done.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Pyro asked where Amy was.

"In the cafeteria with her folks." Wade grinned impishly as his gaze shifted back to the redhead, "How ya feelin', Di?"

John bristled slightly at the use of the nickname, but Lydia didn't seem to notice. "I'm okay."

"You know, when you're in the hospital, you don't have to be a team player."

"Thanks, but really, I'm fine. How's Amy?"

"Tired." The man bounced idly on his heels. "But she'll be fine, always is."

The young woman smirked gently. "Glad to hear it."

Her boyfriend pushed some of her dark bangs back. His hand lingered on her clammy skin. Licking his lips, he glanced over at Wade. "I think she should go home with her grandmother."

Blue eyes looked up at him from the bed, unsurprised and accepting as she leaned into his touch. Deadpool looked like he was going to protest(or more likely pitch a fit and pout until they submitted to his whims) but when he took in his son's sharp features oddly pinched and maybe even a hint frightened, he nodded. "Good idea!"

"Really?" The couple chorused with surprise. When the man nodded, Pyro smirked. "Glad to hear it."

There was a light knock on the door and the three turned to find Amy and Sophie standing there. The two couldn't have been any more different, in posture and in looks, but they were standing closely and wore similarly grim expressions.

Wade frowned when he noticed Toby wasn't among them, but said nothing about it. Instead, he cleared his throat awkwardly. "So…sorry for killing your kid, Eris."

Sophie rolled her eyes. "Apology accepted, Wilson. Sorry my daughter tried to kill your wife."

"It's cool, we're used to it." He perked up as he wrapped his arm around the tiny brunette in question, "Right, Ames?"

"Hm." Amy's cool brown eyes slipped to Lydia. "How are-"

The redhead raised a hand, interrupting with a calm tone. "I'm fine, you?"

"The same." She looked over at John. Noting his blank stare, she asked, "Are you going back with her?"

"Yes," He answered, while his girlfriend replied with a faint, "No."

John looked down at her with surprise, only to find her smirking up at him. In a serious tone, she shook her head. "No, Johnny. I'll be fine, besides, Toby would kill me if I took you away from her."

"It's true," Wade agreed, "She probably would."

"I'm not leaving-"

"Mr. Allerdyce." The young man looked over at Sophie to find her gazing back with a cool hardness in her eyes, but he didn't look away. "I think you could both use a few days recuperation. Perhaps you could come along some other time."

John clenched his jaw. His hands felt a familiar rush of heat, but nothing came of it. Instead he nodded. "Alright."

Lydia gave him a gentle nudge with her elbow. "How come you fold so easily when she says it, but fight tooth and nail with me?"

The young man said nothing, just smirked as he slid out of the bed. Sophie took his place. She laced her fingers with her granddaughter's as she smirked down at her. "Because he wants what's best for you and right now having sex and being mauled by his manchild of a father isn't it."

"Did you have to bring that up?" Lydia blushed as Wade laughed and Amy cringed.

Saying nothing on the subject, Eris patted her hand. "I've arranged our flight for within the hour."

"That was quick." Amy commented with raised brows. "Don't you want to gather her things?"

"I assumed she wouldn't want to go back to that house altogether," Sophie answered with a small frown. "Personally, I'd rather just forget all this unpleasantness."

The group looked to Lydia, who looked at the ceiling and asked God what she had done to deserve this. Seeing they weren't about to get an answer, John spoke for her, "Maybe that's for the best."

Amy nodded and linked arms with her boyfriend. "Come on, let's give the kids a chance to say goodbye-"

"And have some kinky hospital sex," Wade added as they strolled out of the room. "Now's a great time to have a baby, you know, since they had that whole her life was endangered scare."

The woman just sighed. Sophie rose from the bed, kissed her granddaughter on the forehead and gave John a pat on the shoulder as she passed.

Pyro helped Lydia sit up as she threw the blankets off her legs. "Di, I'm sorry. I should've never invited you- not with Mystique around."

"Not your fault." She smiled and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He held her tightly, burying his face in the cool skin of her neck as she sighed. "I just wish we'd had more time, you know? I like your family."

"They like you too. I think. Most of them, anyway." He smiled as she chuckled, and pressed a kiss to her neck. "You'll be safe, right?"

"I promise." Lydia pulled away to kiss him rightfully on the lips. It was little more than a peck, affectionate and soft, but it did the trick. "I'll see you in Jersey?"

John nodded and fiddled with a strand of her red hair. "It's only a week."

A week, it would turn out, that would be rather eventful in the world around them.