PART 2

Tiamat, an enemy from Deadpool's past, sunk to the bottom of the Pacific, thanks to the sonic scream of Siryn. They brawled for almost ten minutes before her intervention, then she stood beside him to assist.

"We're gonna be like Lewis and Clark, Shaq and Kobe, Anakin and Obi Wan," the mercenary announced.

"It'll be like Simon and Garfunkel if you don't shut the fuck up," Siryn announced. "He's been underwater an awfully long time."

"I don't give a fuck! However, to defer to your X-ness; why yes, Theresa, I do hope he's well!"

A deluge of water spewed up. Waves zippered away, exposing dry land underneath.

"Oh, my God," Theresa exclaimed

"Wholly Moses, dead President of the N.R.A.!" was Wilson's reaction.

Tiamat stood untouched by water. The purple glowing apertures on his chest indicated his ability to accomplish this feat. The creature ran ahead on the dry land.

"He's going Usain Bolt on us. I don't have my guns," Wade said.

"Follow my lead," Syrin said with authority. She had not felt so strong since she was the junior leader of X-Force.

"Terry, I didn't want to include you in my world. You don't have to do this," Wade suddenly changed his mind about their team-up.

"Ye can skedaddle if'n ye want," she said.

"Fine!" Wilson huffed out, before the fray.

The barreling Tiamat was a quarter of the distance away from Wade and Theresa, the only humans on the beach. Seagulls circled above, screeching at the tide shift. Wade then snatched up a wooden folding-chair from the area. When Tiamat was atop them, Theresa emitted a scream at its feet that quickly shot the sand into its face as fast as bullets. While it had only mildly hurt Tiamat, it bought Wilson time to slam a wooden chair into the alien's cranium. It had not made the beast happy, as it blindly swung.

Theresa backtracked and let loose another scream, and the impact jarred it toward the rest area. Wilson, uncharacteristically silent, nailed the beast with a roundhouse boot to his neck. The swiftness of Tiamat was not to be ignored as it grabbed the leg of the mercenary and slammed him headfirst into the sand. After Wilson let out a muffled holler of pain, Theresa acrobatically soared into the air.

"Let him go, you filthy cuntface!" She said to Tiamat and sonic screamed at Tiamat. He released Wade's leg and fell backward. With the window of opportunity open, Wade leapt up and utilized his years of training, plus experience with Landau, Luckman & Lake, with a barrage of punches and kicks on the alien creature; the same monster that once eviscerated him.

Images of those he punched entered Wilson's mind: Ajax, T-Ray, Typhoid Mary, and Weasel. The memory of Weasel caused a hesitation that gave the alien an open. It landed a right uppercut to Wilson's masked jaw. The mercenary left a long crevice in the sand from landing.

"Wade, no!" Siryn called out.

Theresa summoned all of her experience and expertise with X- Force to stealthily approach Tiamat. With the comprehension that it would hurt her more than him, Theresa let loose an extended, piercing sonic scream that shook waves and trees. Tiamat spun around and grasped his own head, covering his unseen ear cavities. Its knees buckled and gave out, and it reached out as if to plead for mercy. Theresa saw the expression in its eyes before he finally passed out. She noticed Wade stirred, and rushed over to his side. Wilson sat up on his own and saw a felled Tiamat several feet away.

"Is it still alive; wink, wink?" he murmured.

"Ye wanted otherwise?"

"I think 'duh' is in Webster's Dictionary," was his answer.

"Aye, I figured that. Listen, I called the X-mansion while I was pulling evac for yer dumb arse. Jean an' Scott were already in Utopia and should be here any minute," Syrin said.

No sooner than she completed the sentence, the X-Jet descended from above and landed on the beach. Scott Summers a.k.a. Cyclops, first in command of the X-Men, leapt out. Jean Grey leapt out second.

"Theresa, it's been way too long!" Jean greeted her.

"Agreed. I'd like t'share a brew with both of ye, but currently we've a wee bit of a containment problem." Theresa pointed at the unconscious Tiamat face down in the sand.

Cyclops looked at the alien, then Siryn, then Deadpool. "What the hell are you doing here, Wilson?"

"At the moment, talking to the poster boy for birth control. By the way, I know a great optometrist who could take care of your little problem, Summers."

"Fuck you," he answered. "Jean, can you communicate with it while it's unconscious?"

"I don't see why not," the lovely, red haired mutant answered. She hovered her hands above Tiamat's head.

"Hey, Legs," Wilson said to Jean Grey, "Not that I care, but Tiamat's probably not gonna..."

Jean convulsed and fell back into the arms of her husband, Scott.

"Oh man, Jean, what happened?" Scott asked.

"He has some kind of firewall that blocked my telepathic communication." She clarified.

"That's what I just tried to tell you morons," he said.

"Wade, what're ye talkin' about," Theresa asked.

"His species, I've met several more of them. The only way they blabbed to me in English was entering my fried noggin," he recounted.

"They're telepaths?" Cyclops concluded.

"By the flashy-dressed corpse of Prince, give the man a grand prize for stating the fucking obvious!" Wilson rolled his eyes. "To quote your archenemy Gandalf, 'I thought you lived at a school!'"

"So now what're we goin' t'do?" Siryn asked.

"We'll have to encase it in stasis and then..." Cyclops was about to suggest until Tiamat stirred.

"Santa Maria Conchita Alonso Mourning, he's waking up!" Deadpool shrieked.

"Now you're statin' the fuckin' obvious," Siryn said.

Tiamat shook his head like a wet dog and faced new foes. The mutants and merc stood at the ready, uncertain of how to defeat this creature.

"Mithras! Coward!" The beast screamed.

"Who is Mithras?" Jean inquired.

"That would be yours truly," Wilson sighed, and pushed past the three mutants. "This is between us. But if he kills me, please blow him away."

"Wilson, what're you doing?" Cyclops prepped his visor. Deadpool ignored his question.

"Okay, you big, blue cockbag, I surrender." Wade spoke to Tiamat. "I never wanted to kill you on that day. We met while I was trying to better myself. I thought I was fighting for the greater good. You just happened to be the dumb schmuck who got in the way of my destiny. Now I realize you're a Stephen King/Steven Spielberg version of me, a guy who wanted to do the right thing. Now, I can't forgive you for murdering my friend Noah. But I'll still apologize for what happened between us. I apologize for keeping you from your destiny. Life chooses you to do certain things and then it's ripped away."

Tiamat, telepathically processed the words, stood motionless. During his monologue, Wilson had meandered near Tiamat, and faced up into his glowing eyes.

"Mithras." Tiamat growled, took a step back and held a finger to Wade's forehead. Wilson's body was in a state of rigor. Cyclops, Jean and Siryn noticed his reaction.

"Oh Wade," Theresa whispered.

"What's it doing to him?" Scott asked.

"I can only gather from Wilson's mind, Scott. It looks like he…" Once again, Jean was jolted. "Shit, it was re-attuned."

Suddenly, an organic vehicle resembling an acorn covered by peat moss hovered above the two rivals. A yellow tractor beam shone from its belly but only levitated Tiamat.

"We'll meet again, Wade Wilson, maybe not as foes," were the last words of Tiamat before he floated inside the ship. The ship hummed and quickly shot into the air, and soared away.

"We're going to follow him," Cyclops immediately announced.

"He's not a threat anymore, Freakzilla. Stand down," Deadpool barked.

"Is Wilson right? Is Tiamat no longer a threat?" Scott asked Jean.

"Yes, Scott, we won't be seeing him any time soon," she concluded.

"That giant Sea Monkey just told me so with his finger! Nobody believes killer mercenaries anymore." Wade sulked.

"Hey, Wade, I saw just enough of what Tiamat gave you. You gonna be all right?" Jean Grey placed her hand on his shoulder. Though he had once attempted to end many of her colleagues' lives, she still consoled him.

"I'll never be 'all right,' Legs," he somberly answered, then perkily said, "Unless you're up for a game of Hide Wade's Sausage!"

"Unlikely," she responded while she removed her hand as if she touched hot coals. Scott stared daggers at the mercenary.

"Jean, Scott, thank you so much fer helpin' us on such short notice," Theresa said.

"Anytime, Theresa, we love you," Jean answered while the two hugged.

With open arms, Deadpool motioned towards Cyclops.

"Don't even go there, Wilson," Cyclops rejected.

Scott and Jean entered the X-Jet. Wade and Theresa watched it ascend. Once it completely left their sight, they quietly stood with the ocean as the only noise.

"You deserve an apology from me as w-" Wade began only to be interrupted immediately by Theresa.

"You're goddamn fuckin' right I do! I've nae had a holiday in ages, but ye waltz up with your usual angsty bullshit, and this time ye brought a fuckin' enemy along!"

"I'm so sorry, Theresa. I said I wouldn't hurt you but quickly contradicted myself. You could've been killed." Wade said.

"Never underestimate me, merc," she said. After a lengthy pause of trying to find his eyes, Theresa asked, "Why did ye hesitate during yer assault? Ye nearly took him down."

"Oh, you know, too much poi," Deadpool was unwilling to tell her the true answer.

"I have the rest of my holiday to enjoy, Wade," Syrin flatly stated. "Never again visit me unannounced."

Wade was saddened by her dismissal. Today was the third strike, the final nail in the coffin. He tapped his non functional transporter belt. "Made in Thailand piece of shit.'

"Wade, seein' yer heroism in the last thirty minutes or so; specifically, the negotiatin' over fightin', well, it counts for a lot in my book. I now believe you didn't hurt me. You haven't lost me as a friend. But ye still have to earn my trust, one hundred percent. You understand?"

"Thank you, Theresa, I promise not to let you down." Wade was uncharacteristically mute during her monologue. He heard her words as classical music soothing his tainted soul.

"Don't make promises ye can't keep. It doesn't become you."

Deadpool sharply exhaled, and as deja-vu kicked in for him, he answered with a smile. "I don't. Never."

NOT THE END