Warnings: AU to the nth degree. Mashing X1, comics, and Origins into something weird.
Disclaimer: I do not own, and it is better that way. Because I don't want responsibility for it.
Notes: It has finally dawned on me that there is a bit of back story that I've been relying on for Chicken House that only exists on my LJ. Several drabbles, usually under a hundred words, that I thought were already up over here. Yeah, cue me hitting my head because I'm an idiot. I'll work on getting those lines up into something coherent that I can post over here later.
Caldo de Pollo for the Black-Hearted
by Fairady
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It's impossible to put bandages on Wade while wearing gloves. No matter how hard Rogue tries she just can't make it work. He bleeds too much and just won't stay still no matter how long it takes his healing factor to kick in sometimes. The bandages always slip through the fabric of her gloves, and then Wade passes out from the blood loss. It doesn't kill him, nothing ever does, but she's noticed that it takes him longer to recover each time it happens.
Not to mention she's the one who has to clean up all the blood afterwards.
So Rogue takes her gloves off when she needs to help him. Most of the time it doesn't matter. There's too much blood to make proper contact or the flesh she touches is already dead. No connection, no absorption. Most of the time, Rogue can fix him up without taking anything from him.
Those are the good days.
Sometimes the bleeding is internal, or the skin she touches is warm and living. And it doesn't matter how careful she's being with the bandages or needles. She reels back as fast as she can, but it's never fast enough to escape some of the memories. Dark and frightening scraps of Wade's past that he never talks of and she isn't brave enough to ask about. Just enough of them to give her nightmares that extra edge.
Those are the bad days.
The rest of the time it's somewhere in between the two extremes. She doesn't think she touched his skin, or the blood isn't quite thick enough to keep her from absorbing just a little. A teeny-tiny little piece of Wade that usually goes completely unnoticed until she's on a couch eating out of a Hagen-Daz container and admiring Bea Arthur's acting.
Those are the good days too actually. It's a hell of a lot better than any of the bad days. Which is something that Rogue has learned needs to be appreciated while it lasts.
Plus, Bea Arthur is a really good actress, and she can't find fault with Wade for opening her eyes to that.
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