Chapter Ten

The most awkward part of having Wade back was the fact that Logan and I had started our friends with benefits relationship. Not to mention, the two of us did have sex a few hours before Wade, Deadpool, attacked us. I think this is just all one huge bad omen of things to come.

Thanks to Wade slashing our tires and blowing up our car we had to walk through the forest until we reached the nearest motel. It was extremely shady looking, but I didn't feel very afraid with Logan and Wade by my side. Those two can take anyone down just by looking at them. I went to the shady looking clerk behind the main desk in the lobby for the motel and rented a room with double queen sized beds. Dangling the key in front of both men's faces they followed me into the disgustingly stained old room. I flicked on the lights and I became nauseated by the sight. So many STD's…

"This is pleasant," my sarcasm dripped as I dropped down onto one of the beds. Wade came into the room and eyed it warily while Logan stuck his hand in his pockets.

"I'm going to find a bar," his coal eyes locked onto mine. They spoke so much more than any words he could say. He was letting me go. "I'll be back in a few hours."

He shut the door softly behind him leaving Wade and I in a tense silence. I patted on the bed beside me and the man in the suit cautiously sat down.

Without bothering to tell him I was going to start my explanation I jumped right in nervously, "I joined the Weapon X team with you ten years ago. I didn't like you very much… you would walk in while I took showers and would make perverted jokes. One time I even tied you up in the bathroom and left you there for a few hours until Chris felt bad and untied you. I wasn't a mercenary like you. I was a freaking environmentalist Stryker conned into doing 'field research.' You and I got close after my first mission when Logan left…"

I twisted my hands in my lap anxiously. His face was still masked. Damn that mask.

"I hope we were really close 'cause you're smoking," Wade inputted with a tiny giggle following his statement. I ignored his giggles. I knew Wade. He always acted his most humorous when he didn't know how to react to a situation.

"We were that close," my voice cracked and I sucked in a breath to try and control my emotions. "You were good to me, ya know? Even if you were a merc you still treated me good. But Stryker sent you on a mission… because he wanted to kill me. He needed you gone because he knew you'd stop it. And I, I couldn't defend myself. Victor dragged me into this room and he just… he hated you so much that he wanted to torture me to rub it in your face. So, he…" I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "I had to let him have me so I could get enough energy to defend myself. I didn't… I didn't want him too and it hurt a lot. He was rough. But then I was able to escape. I'm not sure what happened to you after that."

A longing smile grew on my face despite the story I had just told as his hand held onto mine. He didn't say anything for a good while, which was odd. Finally not being able to see his face got the best of me and I jumped up so that I was standing in front of him.

"I want to see your face," I commanded as I reached up to take off the mask. His hands shot out to mine and forced them back down to my sides.

"I don't think…" he sighed. "I don't think you knew me the way I am now."

"What do you mean?"

"Someone as beautiful as you would have never been with someone like me," his hands gripped the edge of his mask and he slowly raised it himself. I gasped in horror at the sight before me. There were blisters covering every part of his body. When the mask was completely over his head it was evident he no longer had eyebrows or hair atop his head.

"What the hell did they do to you?" my hand instinctively went out to brush against his blistered cheeks. The sight was sickly and my stomach nauseated, but I could tell it was my Wade. He still had the same honey brown eyes and the same exact lips. He was just… uglier.

"All I know is that I had cancer," he explained. I watched his mouth move and the way his tongue flicked as he pronounced every syllable.

"Wade…" my sorrowed expression changed to one of happiness and I clapped my hands together. "I could fix this."

"No… I don't think anything can fix this," Wade sighed dramatically. "I'm doomed to be this hideous forever. It's fine with me though! I get to wear the cool suit."

"No, no you don't understand. I can change people's biological makeup," I sat alongside him on the bed and grabbed both his hands in my own. Bringing them to my chest I laughed happy that I could fix whatever Stryker had did to him. "I can change your entire physical being if I wanted to."

"You're saying you could make my penis larger? Not that it's small or anything, but a few inches wouldn't hurt, right?"

I chuckled, "Your penis is fine the way it is."

"How do you do it?" Wade asked as he pursed his lips.

"We can do it on the bed."

"Kinky."

"Just take off your clothes and lay down. It might take more than one time to fix everything. It takes a lot of energy to do this, ya know?"

"Take off my clothes?" Wade stood up and unzipped the side of his uniform. I tried to keep my face as neutral as possible as the blisters became even more visible on his back, chest, arms, neck, and legs. He laid back on the bed as I directed clad only in his black briefs.

I moved atop his chest so that I had each leg on either side of his body and my hands were flat on his torso. This earned me a mouthful of perverted comments from Wade as I ignored him and focused all the energy I had to make sure this worked. It needed to work.

"This is going to hurt a lot," I explained as I felt myself on the edge of releasing the energy. "Your skin is going to rip apart and reattach itself, build new cells… ya know all that fun stuff. Make sure you don't kick me off or anything or else this isn't going to go over so well."

"Maybe you should tie me down? I'm pretty ticklish."

Using a little bit of my energy I extended vines from the headboard and bars at the end of the bed to circle around Wade's wrist and ankles to keep him steady.

"That's pretty neat," said Wade as he watched me atop him. "So, as soon as I'm pretty again I think you should do this little trick while your actually trying to get in my pants."

Continuing to ignore him I closed my eyes tightly. The rush of energy surged through my palms and I grabbed tightly at the skin of Wade's chest. It took a moment for the pain to reach his nerves before he gasped out in pain. I felt his wrist tug at the vines, but luckily they were strong enough to hold the muscular man back from ripping them apart.

A scream erupted from his throat and I fought the urge to check and make sure he was all okay. I felt myself growing weaker and weaker as I gave Wade's body my energy. I could feel his body transforming beneath the cushion of my fingertips. His skin bubbled and vibrated in an unpleasant manner that made me scrunch my nose in disgust.

Wade gave one last agonizing scream before I collapsed hard on his chest. The two of us were silent as I panted hard on his chest trying to regain my composure and him lying limply on the bed. Shakily I stood on the palms of my hands and looked down at Wade's body.

"It worked," I muttered. Like I had thought before, I would have to do this possibly one or two more times before he was entirely healed. Half of the blisters that covered his skin were gone leaving silky pale skin instead. Sadly, his head still shined baldly and his eyebrows still lacked, well, eyebrows. "Somewhat."

I untied the vines from his wrist by hand not being able to muster the energy to do so by force. Wade lifted his wrist up and stared at the visibly less disfigured skin.

"I didn't think it would work at all," a smile stretched on Wade's lips. "At least I'm a tad prettier than I was before!"

Laughing I shook my head causing my wavy hair to bounce around, "You are still handsome to me."

"What now?" he asked while propping himself on his elbows. I shrugged my shoulders and he sighed. "I'm bored."

"Go to sleep."

"When's Logan going to be back?"

"I don't know," I frowned. "You should put your clothes back on. He might flip shit if he see's you like this in the bed with me."

"I was hoping he'd walk in while you were on top of me doing your meditation thingy," Wade snickered as he slid to the edge of the bed and started to suit himself back up.

"He'd probably skin you," which was true. Logan and I weren't in love, but he did care about me. He was also very territorial; even if in all honesty I was Wade's way before Logan and I had ever shared a bed together.

When he finished dressing himself he plopped back on the bed and looked at me; thankfully he left the mask off. His eyebrows were raised as he slowly questioned, "So, what's up with Buddy Bear and you?"

"We both couldn't be with who we wanted. So we've been taking comfort in each other."

"Who do you want so bad that you can't have?" he averted his eyes. One thing that I was starting to notice about Wade is how insecure he was. He'd always lacked a lot of confidence when it came to relationships, but it seemed it had intensified since then.

"You…" I licked my lips. "It's always been you."

"You're pretty," he responded awkwardly. His lips were turned down as he stared over at me not knowing what to do with himself.

"Thanks Wade."

"Now what's going to happen to you? I mean… are Logan and you still bumping uglies?"

Sighing I let myself fall back on the bed, "I want you. That's all I know right now."

"Even if I look like this?" he had a repulsed glint in his eye as he motioned to himself with his hands. I nodded my head 'yes' and he sighed. "Well… I wouldn't mind being with you. You're pretty and it seems like we had a good time in the past. I mean, if I kept trying to get a peek at you in the shower I must've been trying really hard."

"Lucky for you it somehow worked…" I giggled. My fingers found his hand and I slipped them between my own. Staring up at the ceiling I thought over the past ten years. Logan hadn't been the only one I met after Wade. First there was Dan a few years after Wade, this cheap ass that worked at a gas station and sold drugs on the side (unknown by me until the day I ended the three week relationship). After Dan was Francisco… the only thing I liked about him had been his accent. That lasted a month. Several more years I was single until I ran into Thomas. Oh wow… he was the closest resemblance to Wade and that's the reason I had to leave him. One year I had spent with him and the only thing I could think of was Wade… Wade, Wade, Wade. Finally, Logan.

Logan and I… The entire situation was something that was never supposed to happen and somehow did. I remembered the night vividly. I had found myself knocking on his door in the middle of the afternoon when I noticed I hadn't seen him for quite some time. He had answered with a dull look on his face and silently moved out of the way for me to enter his room.

My eyes had surveyed the mess he slept and I shook my head repulsed, "What the hell happened in here?"

All I received in response was a grunt.

"Pull yourself together," I shoved his shoulder. "Guess what? Jean has a husband and two kids. You need to move on. This slump your in is only going to get worse if you don't at least try and move on."

He watched me tiredly as I darted to his window allowing the afternoon sunlight so seep in through the glass. I chuckled as he winced at the sudden light other than the lamps in his room. Holding my hand out before him I grew a dark violet torenia fournieri in my palm. Twisting it between my fingers I brought it closer to Logan.

"It's a flower…" Logan stated blankly. I rolled my eyes. Pushing the flower in Logan's hand he sighed. "Why are you giving me this?"

"Flowers are what I'm good at," I dropped my shoulders in defeat. "I was trying to make you feel better by giving you something pretty."

"Thanks."

I briskly walked towards him and threw my arms around his neck. He stared at me as I nuzzled my head into his abs affectionately, "Look Logan, I get it alright. I can never be with the man I want because in all honesty he's probably dead. I understand. But that doesn't stop me from trying to be happy."

His finger hooked under my chin and we both stared into one another's eyes. And like some dangerous force of energy we both moved closer and closer until our lips collided into a exotic mess. The end result was that his bedroom looked even dirtier after we were done rolling around in his sheets.

"What are you thinking about?"

I blinked dazedly as I turned my head to stare at Wade, "The past ten years."

"Anything I should know about? Other than you sleeping with Logan, which I'm not really sure how that makes me feel at the moment."

Maybe he's psychic 'cause that's totally what I was thinking about, "What do you mean?"

"I caught you guys driving in the middle of the night with one another. You've been sleeping with him for… well, I'm not sure how long. I'm extremely jealous and I don't know where this territorial feelings are coming from, but I kinda want to rip his dick off and stick it in a hot dog bun then feed him it," Wade explained in a pretty chipper tone for what he was saying. I think his emotions tended not to follow his voice pattern. "Can we just lock him out so he doesn't come back in? I feel like cuddling."

I shook my head at his strangeness, "No we cannot lock him out. We're on a mission."

"Hmm…" Wade tapped his chin. "Where are we headed anyway?"

"Wherever Magneto is Victor is."

"Ah, I know that guy! He's the one that controls medal. Oooh I wonder how Buddy Bear deals with that."

"Not very good…" Logan had told me stories of when Magneto had been able to control all of his movements and he was defenseless.

The door to the motel room pounded open. I frowned as the tipsy Logan stumbled into the room unsteadily. For the millionth time in the past few days I shook my head in disappoint. Damn him for doing this to himself and me.

His eyes scanned the two of us on the bed together and they paused on Wade's blistered face, "What the hell happened to you?"

"You know, I really can't say. I just woke up this ugly!" Wade answered humorously. Although, I could tell that he felt insecure by the way his shoulders tensed at Logan's disgruntled expression. "Now, what's your excuse?"

All that Wade earned in response was a grunt. He slammed the door behind him and sauntered over to the empty bed nearest to the door. Without even kicking off his shoes he fell face down and moments later snoring followed.

Wade snickered, "He snores funny."

"Meh, you get used."

"Maybe you did. I don't want to get used to it," there was an awkward pause after his rude comment. "Um, anyway. So… I was like seeing this chick awhile ago. Thought you should know since we are going to be having some pretty kinky sex together. Her name was Copycat, but she like… died."

To say I was shocked would be an understatement. I know I had seen other people, but the thought of Wade seeing other people (especially in his condition) made me rather jealous. I guess I figured he'd been dead this entire time that I hadn't imagined him actually rolling around in bed with another woman.

"Who says we are going to be having kinky sex?"

"I thought we both agreed to that!"

"How'd she die?" I changed the subject not wanting to admit that Wade was right. I did want to have really kinky sex with him, but I wanted more than just that. I wanted to actually be committed with him.

"This guy was sent to kill her. I tried to warn her… she died in my arms," Wade explained avoidant of really answering the question. "There were also several other women. I might have a few STD's."

"That's lovely."

"I might be kidding. You see, Copycat was a prostitute before I started dating her."

I laughed, "Only you would date a prostitute."

"Only you would date a bear!" Wade retorted point towards Logan.

"Logan and I aren't dating. We're just messing around."

"Like that's any better," he tsk'd me. "He might have rabies and you let him touch you inappropriately."

"Well… you touched me inappropriately…" was my lame retort.

"Have we had sex before?" Wade questioned excitedly. He turned his body so that he was hovering over me. I slowly bit my bottom lip and his honey eyes instantly flickered to my mouth at my action.

"Once," answering huskily I lifted myself up a bit so that my face was closer to his own. "Only once."

He gave me a slanted smirk, "Only once? I must have been terrible."

"You were the best I ever had."

"Even better than Buddy Bear?"

Bringing my lips close to his ear so I could whisper incase Logan was listening (I wouldn't want to hurt his feelings), "Yes…"

"Why?"

"Because we had something Logan and I never could have."

"And what's that?"

"Love."

Wade looked surprised by my response, "Love?"

"I love you," I justified.