Ok, ok, I get it, I'm a bad girl for leaving it this long…but this chapter was so hard *bursts into tears* Anyway, I finally got this chapter going, and have rediscovered Wade's path (boy is he a hard muse to catch!!!). Next chapter's post isn't going to take as long, I swear it on Logan's claws!

Anyway, you know the standard disclaimer, I know I don't have to point it out to you guys again, but y'know.

Enjoy and don't forget to leave a review…

Oh, P.S thanks to IcedBlaze, my beta reader, and Pyro for giving me a hand.

Chapter Fifteen: The Blues…

Darcy didn't cope well with Wade's abrupt departure. In fact, she seemed to close in on herself, only coming out when around Logan or Rogue. Classes were a chore, a responsibility that she began to despise for making her leave the comfort of her room, but she was always too afraid of the repercussions if she just avoided them.

On one hand, she wholeheartedly agreed with Wade's decision to leave. The situation between them had become far too complicated to sort out if they had remained in each other's company. It was hard to see past the childhood hero that he used to be to her, to see to the man he was in her adult mind.

Shame had her nauseous and forever seeking the company of her bathroom during the nights. The darkness held no busy temptations that she could hide her thoughts behind. More often than not, Darcy was reduced to tears, hiding in the comfort of warm water sleuthing around her as she showered.

Logan always found her eating alone, away from the people they had rescued. Childish as it was, she tried to deny their existence, as though if she didn't see them, then perhaps she would wake up and discover that everything was a dream. Something she made up from the back recess of her mind...something she didn't have to face every new day.

Then she would hear the girl that she used to be, crying out for her hero, confused as to why he abandoned her. For all the time she had dreamed about him, before he had become a reality to her, she begged for a man like him to be real. She had wished for someone who would protect her and explain to her the intricacies of the world to her.

Her hopeless romantic side couldn't help but find similarities of her situation and compare them to the trashy romance novels she ate up so quickly. But then her sensible side kicked in, waking her up to the actuality of the affair.

They slept together, it was a stunning experience, but it didn't change the morning after. Even before she found out his identity, the regret was there; her impulsiveness had led her astray. Perhaps, subconsciously, she had always known who he was. Maybe that was why the regret surfaced so quickly?

There was no doubt about her difficulty to reconcile the two images she had of him. Which was the real Wade? And following that line of questioning, what made him turn from his identity and become Deadpool?

The only person who knew the complete answer was missing, but there were the other members of her past that held the possibility of giving her swirling mind some answers. Shying away from that thought, Darcy hid behind her denial of their existence once more, the adult side of her chiding at her foolishness.

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"Wake up!"

Darcy's eyes flashed open as her mattress, with her on it, flipped over onto the floor. Grumbling furiously, she peeked out from the heavy bedding and glared at Logan. Not amused at her predicament, he stared at her right back, his black eyes uncompromising.

"Today you are going to put on some sweats, have breakfast in the kitchen, and train in the Danger Room with Storm and me, got it?" his voice was harsh and gravelly, impatience adding a cold sting. "You've been moping for a week and I'm sick of it."

"I don't have to go if I don't want to," she said mulishly, crawling out of the mess and standing up in front of him. With superior speed, he grabbed her arm and pulled her over to her bathroom, his expression tight with anger.

"You've got five minutes before I come in there and pull you out—don't make me dress you, either, or I'm going to be pissed."

Logan pushed her into the bathroom and closed the door with a slam. Letting out an angry sigh, she turned on her heel and started to strip, knowing that he would keep his word. Leaning over, she turned the shower on, letting steam fill the tiled room before slipping in.

Perhaps she was taking her moping too far, she conceded as the hot water woke her up more gently than the pacing alarm clock outside the door. She was being childish, she knew that, but it still didn't change how she felt. Although, Darcy was amazed that he let it go for so long, normally his patience only extended for a day or so.

Barely managing to lather soap on her body, Logan's fist pounded on the door. With a slight frown, she glared at the door before yelling for a few more minutes. Although, to be honest, she was glad that Logan had taken it up on himself to try to break her out of her damaging cycle. It was nice to know that as broken as she felt, Logan still had his own way of getting to her. He slammed his fist against the door a second time.

"If you want to see me naked, keep banging the door down," she yelled at him, rinsing off and turning the taps. Grabbing a blue towel, she dried herself off, smirking lightly at the lack of noise. Wrapping the towel around her, she walked out of the bathroom, steam billowing around her. Logan stared at her, his brow rising.

"You didn't give me a chance to grab some clothes, deal with it," she growled, yanking out her gym clothes from the dresser and disappearing back into the bathroom to change. Coming out, she was surprised to see Rogue on her bed and Logan staring at her unhappily.

"You and I are jogging," Rogue announced, "I have something amazing to tell you." The usual subdued woman was nowhere to be seen, instead, there was a bright, bounding sprite in front of her. "Then I'm giving you back to Logan for breakfast." The brown-haired woman got off the bed and dragged her out of the door, not giving their male companion a second glance.

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It was a nice morning, cool, but without a cloud in the sky. Early bird students were out of bed, some attending to the school's horses, others doing small chores around in the gardens, picking up after their activities the previous day. Rogue and Darcy pounded around the border of the woods, keeping their presence open to the windows of the school. Everyone knew to keep in sight, too many breaches had occurred.

It was hard for Darcy to be out in plain sight; she could see the other prisoners around, some needing to be out and active and their memories harsh from captivity. Although they looked healthy, benefiting from the Professor's care, she hated their presence with a passion, their rescue tainted by Wade's abrupt departure.

"So you look a little disgruntled," Rogue panted as they passed the basketball court.

"Didn't exactly plan on being out and about today," Darcy replied shortly, let out short huffs of air.

Her friend let out a small smile. "Yeah, well, it's about time you joined the rest of the world, don't you think?"

"Reality bites," she sighed, speeding up her jog to a light sprint. Rogue followed flawlessly.

"Sometimes," she replied, shrugging, "But I kind of like it."

They ran past some students, their footsteps in beat with each other. "For me, not so much. What's this news of yours?" Darcy asked, somewhat impatient. Rogue let out a grunt, and grabbed her arm, forcing them to both stop. Green eyes bored into her own with a seriousness she hadn't seen since Logan had picked her up.

"You know, if you gave reality a chance and stopped sulking, you could do something with yourself and not have to think about everything that has happened." She took a breath and a pleased smile teased at her lips. "As for my good news, well, I don't know if you want to hear it—reality bites, after all."

"Just spill the beans, you're unexplained happiness is annoying," Darcy grumbled, her eyes giving a cool glare. Rogue shrugged off her friend's attitude.

"As is your pessimistic anger issue—I'm not Wade, you know…I haven't done anything to deserve your blatant hostility."

"I know, I'm sorry, it's just…it's hard," she sighed after a while, pulling out her elastic hair band and redoing her hair.

"Sugar, I know it's hard, but sulking isn't going to make it any easier, you know?"

"I know, but at the moment, I'm enjoying the sulking," Darcy replied, stubborn but acknowledging the childish tone her words had. Rogue let out a bark of laughter.

"I honestly don't see how thinking about it over and over again is enjoyable," she teased, "But then again, maybe I do the sulking thing wrong."

Darcy let out a snicker and they began to jog once more. "Tell me your news, it may break the cycle."

Rogue let out a mock shocked gasp. "The thing! It laughs!" she beamed brightly.

"You know," Darcy began wryly, "I'm beginning to think there is no news."

"Yeah, after all, there is nothing remotely exciting about making out with Remy LeBeau."