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Chapter One

When we first entered the facility I felt my stomach clench. Where the hell was I supposed to plant flowers? The military base was the huge metal building! Narrowing my eyes warily, Stryker lead me through the halls of the building. He informed me of rules (that I failed to listen to) and of certain rooms like his office and such. All I really cared to acknowledge was how stuffy the entire building was.

Not to mention, I left my entire family behind for this. I informed my parents that I was leaving for a long while for a program I was accept in for WWFN. My mom would probably slit my throat if I told her I was running off to the military to do some classified work (my parents were hippies). At least I lived at home and was out of school; so I had no serious obligations to quit. I better be getting good money for this shit.

I think Stryker realized I wasn't listening to him because he paused mid-sentence to watch me sigh loudly from my boredom. He pursed his lips, "How about I introduce you to your new team?"

"Sure," I smiled. I had been itching to meet them since Stryker informed me all but a few hours ago on the plane ride here that I would be assigned to one.

We turned down a different gray hallway and I whistled softly to myself. Two men dressed in military outfits were standing straight outside of a medal door looking quite bored. They were conversing with one another lightly, but hushed as Stryker and I came into view.

Stryker halted outside the door and turned to face me with a devious grin, "As a fair warning, these are six very talented and very destructive mutants-" my happy mood faltered and I glared at the older man. Seriously? Yeah, let's wait until we are right at the door to tell me. Fair warning my ass. "- they are all men. If you have any issues with them come straight to me and I will take care of it."

I looked down at my pretty short jean shorts and black tank. I hadn't really thought much about what I was wearing when I left. Most of my clothes back home were used for whenever I would go out to plant or other stuff similar to that. I guess I could have dressed worse.

"Thanks for the two second warning," I poked Stryker in the chest lightly and he raised his eyebrows. I don't think he was used to someone like me. Someone who poked people, stomped their feet occasionally when throwing a temper tantrum, and went on rants about plants. "I would have put pants on this morning instead."

He waited for me to situate myself as I tried to pull down my shorts and tug up my shirt to cover as much exposed cleavage as possible. When I gave him a thumbs up he stepped between the two officers and I gave them both a small 'hello' which they returned shortly. I frowned, this place needed some serious lightening up. Where the heck were all the windows?

As the door opened a sudden wave of voices were revealed. Most of it sounded like arguing. Although, it died down as Stryker and I set foot in the room. It kind of reminded me of a large apartment. There was a few couches and a television on the right with a kitchen of the left that also held a table. Then a hall was in the middle that I assumed lead to the bedrooms or bathroom.

Nervously I stayed closer to Stryker's side than I normally would have allowed myself. The six men in the room all stared at us with irritation and confusion. The closest of them was a tallish Caucasian male with striking blue eyes, buzzed haircut, and slightly large ears. He gave me a nice smile and I grinned at him in return.

"This is Zoie James," Stryker put his hand on my back and pushed me so that I was a few feet in front of him. "Your new teammate. I expect you to treat her with respect and give her all the privacy she needs."

"A chick?" My eyes darted to a younger man sitting on one of the long couches. He had light brown hair that was tousled and a muscular build. I could tell he was handsome from the distance, but couldn't really catch any striking features. "Don't you think that might slow us down?"

I looked at Stryker as if to ask him if he was serious, but Stryker just shot the man a cold stare in response, "That would be Wade Wilson."

The man smirked, "At least she's cute."

I frowned giving him a fleeting glance, "Thanks?"

The man near me held out his hand, "Chris Bradley. Or Bolt. Whichever you prefer."

I imagined him wearing a hat and tipping it in greeting. A handshake just didn't cut it for him, but I took his hand in my own and gave it a slight shake. It felt like electricity. However, I was pretty sure it wasn't one of those 'head over heels, love at first touch' kind of sparks. It literally felt like an electrical bolt surged through my hand.

A gust of smoke formed in front of me and a man appeared in the gust of it. I noted his darker skin and cowboy hat, which I found amusing, "John Wraith."

I shook his hand, "Lovely to meet you."

He teleported to an armchair sitting down with one leg crossed over his knee. Awesome? Yes.

"Here we have Agent Zero-" Stryker motioned to a blank faced Asian with a lot of guns. "-James-" a guy with messy black hair and a stony expression nodded his head at me. I waved impishly. Why'd they all look so serious? "On the couch over there we have Fred Dukes and-"

"I-" A somewhat furry man slandered up to me with a sneer. A bushy beard was around his jaw and he had hairy arms. Not to mention he had these long cat like claws. "I am Victor Creed."

I had a feeling that he was supposed to be intimidating, but he reminded me of a cuddly cat, "Charming."

Victor smirked.

"Kitty wants some milk." Victor's smirk faltered and he gave that Wade character a growl. "Don't worry, I want some milk too."

I ignored the comment and turned to Stryker, "So… Where do I sleep? And are there locks on my door?"

"Locks wont stop us baby!" I raised an eyebrow at Wade, but continued to ignore him. I'd heard worse before.

Stryker shot Wade a stern stare before nodding at me, "Right this way."

The room was anything but beautiful. It was a decent size. The walls were an ugly gray with matching floors. A very uncomfortable twin sized bed was tucked in a corner with white pillows, sheets, and a quilt. A black wooden dresser was at the other corner with a garbage next to it. The four suitcases I had brought with me was placed in the center of the room and that was it. Talk about boring.

"If there are extra things you need make a list and I'll have someone send out for them for you," Stryker said shortly.

"Wait, what about the bathroom?"

Stryker led me to another room in the hall. I could already tell when he opened the door that this was going to be anything but fun. It looked like a locker room. There were five different shower stalls with half curtains. At least there were doors to the toilets…

"Oh, great," I scowled at Stryker again. Thanks for leaving me out of the loop until last minute buddy.

He straightened his navy blue jacket, "I have business to attend to,. If you'll excuse me."

Then the man left me in the freaking bathroom. Nice Stryker, you're so humble.

Instead of going into the living/dining area I headed back into my bedroom. I dragged my first suitcase over to my dresser and started to put the clothes in the drawers. Socks, bras, underwear, shorts, pants, and shirts. Then I unpacked another suitcase that held all my shoes. I had a huge thing for shoes. Boots, sneakers, flats, and sandals.

Next, I took out a quilt I had brought from my home; thankfully. It was a emerald green queen sized blanket that kept me warm even through the worst of winters. I straightened it across the bed with a smile. At least there was a bit more color now. I was even glad I brought all those pictures my mom forced me to pack up. Photo of me graduating high school holding my diploma proudly with my parents on either side. A picture of me planting a baby oak tree with my usual WWFN team smiling proudly giving the cameraman a thumbs up with my dirty hand. And a final one of my last ex-boyfriend. He had his arms wrapped around my waist and I was standing on my tippy toes (he still had to bend down I was so short) kissing him on the cheek. My mom had begged to me to marry the sap, but we weren't made for each other. Man, I did love him though. He was a businessman and I, well… I was me.

Then I pulled out some empty pots I brought with me. I placed them on my bed gently and shut the suitcase pushing it under the bed where I had shoved the rest of them. My last luggage was filled with all my bathroom supplies; so it wasn't that useful to take out at the moment.

Sitting on the bed I picked up a small circular yellow pot. Hovering my hand over it I concentrated heavily. A deep pulse vibrated my fingertips as soil filled the pot slowly. Then I visualized yellow and orange tiger lily's. When I finished my creation I gave the pot a huge hug and then I gently laid it on the dresser beside the pictures.

"Hey beautiful!" Spinning around I stared at that Wade fellow. He leaned arrogantly against the doorway with a smirk on his lips.

"Hi, Wade was it?"

"Yes ma'am!" He stepped into the room and his eyes traveled all her things. "Looks like you made yourself right at home."

"Makes moving easier I suppose," I said.

He nodded, "So, you mind if I start sleeping in here? Seems much cozier than my bed. All alone… cold… dark…"

I laughed, "Sorry, but I am going to have to refuse."

"Oh rats," Wade pursed his lips. "The cold and dark part didn't even make you feel for me?"

"Nope."

Turning back to my bed I picked up a cylinder glass vase. Cherry Blossoms possibly?

"Wilson." Wade and I both looked at the messy haired man. He stood with his muscled arms crossed over his chest and a very stern expression on his face. I could see Wade visibly roll his eyes at the man before him. "Leave her alone."

"Come on Jimbo, lighten up!" Wade tossed a lazy, yet extremely heavy arm, over my shoulder. "Ugh, what's your name?"

"Zoie," James answered for me. "Her name is Zoie, Wade."

"Zoie and I," he waved a hand towards the both of us. "Are having a great time! Don't be such a Debby downer."

The man ignored Wade and faced me with a somewhat softer face, "If he bugs you tell me. I'll take care of em'."

"What are you gonna do?" pressed Wade with a grin. "Poke me to death?"

James ignored him and pointed a finger at my vase, "What are you doing with that?"

I smiled and held my hand over the vase. Focusing all my energy first the soil appeared and the light pink Cherry Blossoms popped up from the soil and bloomed beautifully.

"So, you make flowers?" questioned Wade sarcastically. He faced James with a raised brow. "What is Stryker thinking? She gonna flower them to death?"

I held the vase tight against my chest defensively, "I can do much more than make flowers, ya know!"

Wade winked a chocolate eye, "I can think of a few good things you can do."

I stared in aw as three boney spikes extended from James knuckles. This caused Wade to throw his hands up in the air.

"Like, cook me some lunch. That's what I was gonna say Jimbo, please. What kind of guy do you take me for?"

Snickering at the man's obvious disbelief towards the others statement; James bones retracted back into his skin and the broken skin instantly healed.

I decided I was hungry after Wade mentioned cooking. Pushing between Wade and James I skipped into the kitchen. The two men followed me through the hallway and I could hear voices. As I reentered the living/dinning area I noticed that most of the men had made their way in front of the television and were watching the news. I made my way over to the kitchen to see Victor sitting a barstool in front of a black marble counter that served as the table.

Victor's deadly intense eyes followed me as I placed the vase of Cherry Blossoms in front of him with a small grin. I made my way over to the fridge and opened the door to become instantly disappointed. Protein shakes and other unnatural preservative type foods… Not something I would be eating anytime soon. I slowly shut the door unsatisfied. I guess I would have to grow myself something yummy.

Shuffling through the cabinets I found myself a glass and poured myself tap water. I sat across from Victor and sipped on my water. He continued to stare at me as if he was trying to read me.

"How do you eat that shit?" I directed my gaze to the fridge. "Where's the fiber and vegetables? Seriously."

He chuckled huskily, "You get used to it."

"If you say so…" I averted my gaze to take in my surroundings once more. I noticed Wade watching me, he had moved back to the long couch and sat beside that John Wraith fellow. Even if his eyes were trained on me he was talking to someone in that vicinity, but I couldn't tell who for the fact that he stared at me. I gave him a confused look and turned back to Victor, who else watched me still.

Well… I decided that this would be a very awkward situation.

Leave me some happiness!