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Here we are! The finally chapter in the Department! Hope you like it!

Chapter 12: Invasion

Daken was the first to emerge from the forest, stopping just before a cast iron door, one of three entrances to the Weapon Plus facility and, according to Sinister, the least guarded. He looked over to his companions, glaring at his father. "Now, we gotta be quiet about this. We've got no idea how many bastards are guarding this place, and the last thing we need is to fight them all at once."

"Fuck that for a bunch of coconuts," Deadpool scoffed, throwing open the door. "Honey, I'm ho- eep!"

The crack of gunfire echoed into the forest as the alarms began to scream. Deadpool staggered back, bleeding profusely.

"Owie," he moaned, collapsing at Logan's feet. "This is it. Tell my wife I love her."

Logan kicked him aside. "You don't have a wife, Wade."

Deadpool was on his feet in seconds. "Yes I do! And she's the loveliest soul-sucking, world-ending Demon Queen you'll ever meet!"

"For once, he's being serious," Gambit said. "He's married to a demon named Shiklah. Likes the amount of people he kills."

Daken blinked. "I thought you simped for Death."

"Shh," Deadpool glared. "Wifey doesn't like mentioning her."

Cage blinked. "Is this normal?"

"It's Deadpool," Gambit explained. "When he's around, normal is an abstract concept ready to be hit with a thermonuclear bomb. You get used to it."

Cage grunted, turning to the entrance. "Anyone with an adversity to bullets?"

Gambit raised his hand. "I am a mere mortal, pity me."

"Believe me, I do," Deadpool simpered. "I remember when I was limited to your poor mortal prowess."

"I fail to remember such an event," Gambit deadpanned.

"Don't you?" Deadpool frowned. "Must be a comic the author couldn't be asked to include in this fic."

Cage blinked. "What?"

"Ignore him," Logan growled. "We all do."

Logan stretched, extending his claws, just as his son did the same. "Let's end these fuckers."

"For once, old man, I agree," Daken growled, walking through the open door, ignoring the projectile tearing at his flesh, ignoring the pain tearing through his chest. Together, the pair made quick work of the initial onslaught, the twenty odd people falling prey to their flashing blades as they found that bullets did not really deter people who could heal from such wounds in a minute.

"All clear!" Daken barked.

"Ooh, blood," Deadpool grinned, sticking his head around the doorway.

Cage shoved the mercenary to the side, and strode in. "Fancier than the old place."

Gambit laughed as he followed the unbreakable man. "Sir, when you were here, the Department was a couple of mad scientists experimenting on criminals. This is an empire of degenerates. Of course they've got money."

Logan's nostrils quivered. "We've got to move. They're on the march."

"Aw," Deadpool whined. "But I wanted to shank some suckers."

"Wade," Gambit said seriously. "Would you rather shoot some random grunts, or torture Ajax."

Deadpool straightened immediately, marching off down the corridor, towards the command centre. "Onwards, old chaps, onwards to Francis. Tally ho!"

Cage blinked, and for once, was joined by Logan and Daken in his shock. "He… he actually listened."

Gambit grinned. "Just gotta give the man an incentive, is all. But you heard him. Onwards!"

Their progress proved just how effective the Department was in developing weapons. Between them, any opponents that they came across were quickly felled, with few surviving long enough to witness the deadly explosions at the hands of Gambit's playing cards. By the time they reached the command centre, Gambit was the only injured party, and even that was a small cut across his forehead, where a shard of glass had rebounded, just barely scratching him.

Gambit slammed open the door, tossing a pair of cards as he went, felling the guards present, leaving them alone with the Director, hunched over his desk.

"Ajax," he barked. "Secure the asset. We cannot let them… they're here." He spun around a gun cocked towards them. "Remy LeBeau. I am surprised to see you again." He quirked his lips. "Unfortunate for you. Without your presence, I would have no leverage. But you? A bullet can kill you."

"Malcolm," Gambit greeted sharply. "We're here to shut you down."

"I can see that," Malcolm sighed. "But my word, is that Weapon X in the flesh? I could have done without Weapon IX, but Weapon VI? This is an honour." He blinked as Daken entered the room. "And Weapon XI? It's been a long time, young man."

"We have names, bastard," Logan hissed, grabbing the Director's collar. "Use them."

"Yes, the Wolverine," Malcolm snickered. "An animal known for ferocity disproportionate to its strength. Fitting, no?"

Logan growled at the man, slamming him against the control panel, a shower of sparks falling in his wake. "Shut up."

"It's over, Calcord," Cage rumbled. "Your Department made us - you know what we are capable of."

"Indeed I do, Power Man," Malcolm snorted. "A pretentious name for a being whose only claim to fame is unbreakable skin. You are just like the other early Weapons - ultimately useless."

"Say that again, I dare you," Cage glowered.

"Hang on, did you just call the Captain useless?" Deadpool asked. "Did he just say that Captain fucking America is useless?"

"Rogers is a glorified soldier," Malcolm grimaced. "Unfortunately, everything special comes from him. We cannot claim that for ourselves."

"Now, tell us where the Weapon is," Gambit drawled. "Or I'll shove a card up your derriere. And you know what my cards do."

"Who says we are currently in the process of developing a Weapon," Malcolm asked. "As you know, Mister LeBeau, there is a significant gap between creations."

"Quit ya yappin'," Daken spat. "Deadpool's met her."

Malcolm blinked. "You did?"

"Yeah, met Daken-ette on a contract with the Yaku," Deadpool drawled. "Honestly, I was expecting something more."

"Well," Malcolm grinned, relaxing. "X23 is a miracle of science."

"A clone, we get it," Logan growled, eyes narrowed. "Your tongue is too loose… what are you hiding?"

Malcolm shrugged. "If there were any secrets I didn't want you to find, you wouldn't find them. X23? It is a regrettable loss, but not the end of the world. There will be other Weapons."

Daken gripped the man's collar, wrenching it up. "What secrets do you hold?"

"Stop," Gambit interrupted. "Malcolm will not crack. He has psychic training. We should fight battles we can actually win." He turned to the Director. "Now, where is this… X23?"

"South East wing," Malcolm answered. "Third floor from the surface, cell twenty three."

"Thank you for your assistance," Daken growled, a savage smirk stretching his face. "But your services are no longer required."

A flick of his wrist was all that was required to end a life, the Director's head finding itself lifeless, impaled on three gleaming blades.

"Daken!" Logan barked. "We could have brought him back to the Professor, unveiled his secrets."

"Bah," Daken scowled. "I have no desire to meet with your boy scouts. Now go fetch the girl before I decide to rescue her from your pesky morals."

Logan growled, but shook his head. "Gambit, with me. Let Charles know that we're bringing in a new mutant. Cage, hold the fort, make sure no one takes control."

"I'm gonna go find Francis," Deadpool said. "I have a case full of lead with his name on it." He pulled out a box full of bullets, which indeed had the name 'Francis' scrawled on it with red crayon. "These babies just can't cope without being embedded in Fanny's lying flesh."

Logan shook his head. "If I don't see it, it doesn't happen. Daken, go with him - make sure he doesn't go overboard."

"Fine," Daken spat. "But not because you said so. I'm going cos I want to."

"Ooh, a plot thingy!" Deadpool squealed, ignored by all present.

X

Logan was grumbling under his breath as he stormed through the hallways, his claws once more stained with the blood of the unfortunate souls he came across. Not that Gambit could really feel sorry for them - personal experience told him that Department employees didn't typically possess much in the way of morals.

"Cell twenty-one… cell twenty-two," Gambit read aloud as he walked past. "Ah, cell twenty-three. Here we are." He looked at his pissed off comrade. "You wanna do the honours?"

Logan just growled at him, before tearing the door off its hinges. He blinked at the sight beyond. "This ain't a cell… it's a fucking zoo."

A growl rang out, of a significantly higher octave than Logan's, and a figure lunged at him, a pair of adamantium claws digging into his flesh.

"Gah!" he spat, throwing his clone off of him. "Fucking bitch. X23, I presume."

"My name's Laura," she growled.

"You know, Logan?" Gambit grinned. "I can see the resemblance."

Logan glared at his ally, before turning back to the girl. "Laura, huh? That's good. Didn't expect the Department to give you a name."

"They didn't," she growled. "Mother did."

"Mother," he choked. "I thought you didn't have one."

"She birthed me," Laura insisted. "She named me. Raised me. Taught me." She shook her head. "I know the handlers created me, but Sarah Kinney was my mother. She takes care of me… took care of me."

Logan winced, all too familiar with loss. "You too, huh?"

"They made me kill her," she growled. "For being too close."

"That's rough, kid," Logan sighed. "Wanna ditch this joint?"

Laura blinked. "What?"

Gambit took a step forward. "He means that as of today, the Weapon Plus program is being disbanded. Congratulations, Laura. You are a free woman."

Laura froze. "What? Where will I go?"

"Well," Logan grunted. "There's a place for people like you - people like us. Mutants."

"I'm more than a mutant," she said softly, a stark contrast to her previous demeanour. It was oddly familiar to Gambit - Logan had occasionally displayed a similarly soft moment. "I'm a Weapon."

"So was I," Logan said bluntly. "Weapon X. I go by Logan, nowadays. Can't remember my first name."

Laura tilted her head. "And did it work out for you?"

Logan grinned. "I'll let you know. But I'm doing okay so far."

Laura looked hesitant. "Well…"

Logan grimaced. "Laura… there's something I need to tell you."

Laura frowned quizzically. "What?"

"As you said, the… handlers created you," he said, slow and hesitant. Through years of knowing the mutant, Gambit knew it to be fear. "That you're a clone."

"Yes," Laura said. "I am."

"Well… I'm the donor," Logan admitted. "Unwilling, of course, but you are… Well, you're my clone."

"Oh," Laura said. "If you don't want me around…"

"No!" Logan barked, before softening. "No, I don't want that. You're… well, you're the closest thing I have to a kid. Well, I have Daken, but he doesn't count."

"Doesn't he?" Gambit queried. "He is your biological son."

"He hates me, and he's a psychopath," Logan grumbled, before turning back to Laura. "If you want… we can give it a go. Y'know. Father and son." He rubbed the back of his head. "Shit, I'm rubbish at this."

Laura lunged at him, gripping him in a tight hug. "Thank you," she murmured into his chest.

In an unknown mirror to his pseudo-daughter's friend, Logan waved his arms awkwardly, before settling on patting her back. "S'all right."

Laura pulled away suddenly. "Harry!"

Gambit smirked. "Yeah, he is, isn't he."

"No, not hairy," Laura growled, frustrated. "Harry!"

Logan glanced at his friend, before glancing back at Laura. "Who?"

"My friend," she huffed, rushing out of the door. "The other Weapon."

"The other Weapon?" Gambit blinked.

Logan swore. "Dammit! That's what Malcolm was hiding."

Gambit nodded. "It's so clear. Laura was the back up."

"And that's why he didn't care that we knew about her," Logan growled. "They're probably moving him right now."

"Ajax will be doing that," Laura said. "He's our handler."

Logan blinked. "Daken's there."

"We've got to stop him," Gambit said. "If we don't get to him…"

"Daken will make a run for it," Logan growled. "He's never liked Xavier."

"Come on, they'll be this way," Laura yelled, racing off down the hall, claws extended.

Gambit glanced over to his ally.

Logan grimaced, extending his own claws. "Let's move."

X

Deadpool was whistling as he walked, loading his guns while peering into each room they came across. "Oh, Francis, oh FRAN-cis," he sang. "Don't leave me hanging, mate."

"Shut up," Daken growled, kicking open yet another door. "Your singing is uglier than your face."

"Ouch," Deadpool pouted. "And here I thought we were friends."

"You have no friends."

Deadpool pouted even further. "Spiderman's my friend."

"Spiderman feels sorry for you," Daken corrected.

Deadpool ignored him, looking in another room. "Francis! I found you!"

Indeed, inside the room was the man known as Ajax, standing beside a teenager as he strapped him to a table, the metal gleaming with the familiar shine of adamantium. "Wade Wilson," he grumbled. "I thought I was rid of you."

"Not by the hair on your chinny chin chin," Deadpool grinned, ripping the mask from his cancerous face. "You did this to me."

Ajax sighed, undoing the fastens on the teenager. "Weapon, defend me."

"Weapon?" Daken growled. "There's another one."

"Weapon IX," the Weapon greeted. "Weapon XI. I am surprised to see you here. The name's Tom, or Weapon M if you prefer regulation."

"Weapon!" Ajax barked. "Fight them."

To Daken's surprise, the Weapon ignored him. "I assume that there are others present?"

Daken nodded. "Yeah."

"So the Department's days are numbered," the Weapon pondered, before turning to his handler. "Thanks, but no thanks. I think I prefer my free will, if you don't mind."

Ajax paled, before running from the room.

"Well?" Daken asked the lunatic pointedly. "Aren't you going to chase him down?"

"Well, um," Deadpool stammered, head swivelling between the door and the teenager. "I should really stop you from abducting him. Logan would get mad. Xavier might turn me into a vegetable."

"And you're just going to let Francis get away," Daken smirked, knowing he was pressing all the right buttons.

"Dammit!" Deadpool barked, running out of the room. "Get back here, you conveniently located plot device!"

Tom watched as the man ran away. "He is no less weird the second time round."

"You met him before?"

"Yeah," Tom shrugged. "Tokyo. Deal with the Yakuza."

"Oblivious fool," Daken shook his head. Of course he only noticed one of the weapons.

"So, what's your deal," Tom asked, reclining in the chair. "I'm assuming you're some kinda renegade in this motley crew."

"You can say that," Daken grumbled. "These berks are a bunch of boy scouts, whatever their appearance. All listening to what that damn pacifist has to say."

"Xavier?" Tom asked, receiving a nod in return. "Intelligent man, but his pacifism leaves much to be admired."

"Yeah, and if you stick around, you're going to be stuck with him," Daken growled.

Tom grimaced. "What if I stick with you?"

Daken grinned. "Can you pull your weight?"

"I'm a damn Weapon Plus subject," Tom grinned back. "In fact, I'm the Weapon Plus subject. The pinnacle of the program. What do you think?"

Daken nodded. "I think you should come with me, and hire your talents out for a bit. Build a pleasant nest egg for yourself."

Tom smirked. "I like the way you think." He hesitated. "What about L- X23?"

"The boy scouts have already got their paws on her," Daken grumbled.

Tom paused for a moment. "I'll come, but I'm not leaving her to Xavier."

"You'll have to for now," Daken said. "In fact, we've got to leave now, unless you want the same fate."

Tom grimaced. "Fine. They won't be able to crush her that easily. I'll find her again, and then we'll run."

"Run, eh?" Daken smiled, cutting a hole in the garage door, revealing the forest beyond. "Run where?"

"Away," Tom gestured vaguely. "Alaska, maybe, where we won't be bothered by anyone. We'll finally be alone. Finally free."

Daken laughed. "You've got it bad," he muttered under his breath.

"What was that?"

"I said move your ass, we're leaving."

X

Logan slammed into Deadpool, the mercenary standing over his nemesis's corpse.

"Ah, Logan," Deadpool stammered.

"Where. Is. Daken," Logan growled.

"Well… we found something. Someone."

"The other Weapon," Logan growled.

"Yeah, Weapon M," Deadpool grimaced. "Calls himself Tom."

Logan frowned, glancing at his daughter. "Thought you said it was Harry?"

Laura gave a vague gesture. "He's both. Or they're both, I suppose."

"Ah, they're crazy," Deadpool nodded.

Laura raised a claw, growling. "He's not crazy."

Deadpool whistled. "Damn, you've got it bad."

"Huh?"

"Nothing!"

Logan lifted Deadpool by the collar, slamming him into the wall. "Where are they?"

"The departure bay," he gurgled.

"Dammit," Logan swore, shaking his head. "They'll be long gone."

"No," Laura murmured. "He wouldn't leave without me."

They continued on, finding the departure bay, a hole cut in the wall.

"Guess he did leave ya," Logan grunted.

"No," Laura murmured, eyes glistening as she ran out into the forest. "Come on, we've got to find them."

Logan shook his head. "No point. Daken won't be found if he doesn't want to be found. Come on, let's head out. Gotta get you back to Xavier."

"Fine," Laura growled. "But I won't give up. I will find him."

As she got into her newfound father's truck, she gazed out into the wilderness, thinking about her only friend. She would find him. She knew she would.

She just didn't know how long it would take.

PART 1 The Department's Damage - FIN

A/N: Hoo-wee! This chapter's been in the works for a while. So here we have it - Harry and Laura are free! Yippee! But they're separate! Boo!

There will be a couple of chapters before the next arc begins, as a sort of interlude, to show the pair settling in in their knew homes. The first will be Laura's, and then we will have Harry's. After that? The real story begins. And we will actually see why this is a Harry Potter crossover, and not just and OC Marvel! Yay!

New Character:

Shiklah - the Demon Queen of Monsters, and wife of Deadpool. Eventually divorces him and marries Dracula. She probably won't show up in this fic. Probably.

Anyway, please favourite, follow and review! Also, if there are any characters you are hoping to see - X-Men, Marvel or Harry Potter - let me know in the comments, and I will see what I can do to fit them in. This fic will be a long fic. Which leads me on to the main part of this author's note.

This fic is a very ambitious fic. I cannot promise I will ever finish it. I want to, and I will try, but the warning stands. The plan is to make a very long fic, with eight story arcs and an epilogue. I have currently written twenty three chapters with a total of sixty thousand words, and am nowhere near finishing the second arc. So yeah, this will be very long.

My inspiration for this fic comes from Nimbus Llewlyn's Child of the Storm trilogy (well worth a read if you haven't already - they're currently writing the third in the trilogy), and while I doubt it will be quite as long, I hope to make just as interconnected a world as that one. Something that may be possible, since I am not stopping at just one fic, nor just two universes in this crossover. No, my plan outlines a series of thirteen fics, crossing over with six other massive fandoms. In addition to the main crossovers, I'll be throwing a few in here and there, as a sub part of the main story, in order to delve even deeper into my universe, and add many more facets to the universe. Whether it will remain at only those thirteen, I do not know (especially as I have thoughts of splitting the fourth book into several ficlets), nor do I know whether I will prove capable of completing the fic. What I do know is that this fic is the fic where I've had the clearest plan and the most enthusiasm, the only fic where I've been able to uphold a regular writing schedule. So, fingers crossed!

On a side note, I have started to write my own book (third attempt at starting one :P)! It's a high fantasy book, inspired by the works of J.R.R Tolkien, Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett, so that might lead to a slight decrease in my writing speed. If I manage to complete it, I'll let you all know!

Until next time, this is JaguarAJG, signing off.