On the bridge once more, Wade stepped away from the skewered man and sheathed his swords. "Now, if I were a two-hundred pound sack of assholes named Francis, where would I hide? Oh." He paused and turned, hearing the sound of a motorcycle starting up. The motorcycle, a rider dressed in all black, because of course, was bearing down at him.

Very unimpressed, Wade drew one of his swords and threw it at the front wheel of the motorcycle. The rider went flying through the air and landed with a nice, resounding thud, hitting his, unfortunately, helmeted-head.

Smirking, all for his own benefit, of course, Wade stood in front of the rider as if he was about to kick a soccer ball, which reminded him…"A hush falls over the crowd. Rookie sensation Wade W. Wilson out of Regina, Saskatchewan lines up the shot. His form looks good." Running up, he kicked the rider's head, sending it backwards against the wall of the bridge and stopping any progress.

"And that's why Regina rhymes with fun. Ladies and gentlemen, what you're witnessing is sweet, dick-kicking revenge." He gave the rider another kick for good measure. "Oh! Giving him the business." Having accidently moved him over with the force of his kicking, Wade quickly threw the rider back against the wall where he belonged.

"Incoming!" With that as the rider's only warning, he kicked hard at the helmet, sending it flying away and revealing the all too horribly familiar face of Francis.

"This is taking unsportsmanlike conduct to a whole new level!" Wade commented lightly as he stabbed his sword through Francis' shoulder and then through the wall behind him, pinning the man in place.

"Looking good, Francis. Well rested. Like you've been pitching, not catching. Ringing any bells? No?" at the completely bored expression on Francis' face, Wade shook his head with a huff. He lifted the mask of his costume up, revealing his gruesome face – Amy would disagree with that internal dialogue – to jog Francis' memory more.

"How about now?" He snapped.

Francis eyed him and raised an eyebrow slowly. "Huh. Wade fucking Wilson. Well hello, gorgeous."

Wade rolled his eyes. "Yeah, like I got bit by a radioactive Sharpei. Yeah, and whose fault is that, Francis? Time to undo what you did to this butterface."

"You should thank me. Apparently I made you immortal. I'm actually quite jealous," Francis pointed out with a smirk.

Wade just shook his head. "Yeah, but this ain't a life worth living, is it? Now, I'm about to do to you what Limp Bizkit did to music in the late '90s," he warned.

Lifting his hand back, Wade blinked as his fist hit something metal and hard. Slowly uncurling it, he felt around the area and frowned. "Dad?"

And then he got picked up and throw into a car.

"I think we can all agree that shit just went sideways in the most colossal way. Well maybe not the most."

Amy shook out her hair, wet from the rain pouring outside. She closed the door behind her and set down the bag of groceries. "Weasel, I'm back early!" She called through the empty bar.

It was early afternoon, several hours before the bar would open. She had picked up the drinks and small food items they were running short of. Usually it took at least an hour, but today it had taken half of that time. The horrible rain, which was cold and had a bad habit of slipping down people's necks and making them shiver, had brought the city to a sleepy halt.

Weasel poked his head over and made a face. "You're soaked," he commented as he threw over a towel.

Amy rolled her eyes. "Is Wade here?" she asked.

Wade had been coming earlier and earlier lately. He claimed it was because he liked their company so much, but Vanessa had told Amy a different story. She said that Wade was becoming more distant, as if that would somehow ease the sting that his…death would cause her. He had explained it as spring cleaning, as wanting everyone, not just Vanessa, to remember how he really was, and not what cancer would do to him.

"Not yet," Weasel responded. He winced at the sound of the door opening. "Did you get some of the grass I asked for?

"The Triticum aestivum one? Yeah. You do realize it's just wheat."

"But it's excellent for the immune system," Weasel pointed out. He held out his hand expectantly and, with a small frown, Amy handed it over.

"I'm going to call James. He was trying to reach me earlier."

Weasel shook his head. "Of course he was. When was the last time you saw him in person?"

Amy looked down, a blush rising on her cheeks. "Go check on Wade," she ordered. Turning away, she picked James' name from her contacts and called him. She placed the phone against her ear and chewed on her bottom lip. The phone rang four times and then rolled to voice-mail, making Amy frown. She hung up and texted James, only to get a 'I'm in a meeting and can't talk' automated message response.

Slipping her phone back into her pocket, Amy stepped out into the rest of the bar just in time to hear Weasel offer Wade the wheat grass. "Excellent for the immune system," he commented.

Wade shook his head. "Jesus Christ, you sound like Vanessa. Here, check it out. She's sending away for all these colorful clinic brochures." Reaching into his jacket pocket, he pulled out a handful of wrinkled brochures and slammed them down onto the counter. "I'm sure they're all FDA approved. Chechnya. Isn't that where you go to get cancer? We've got China, and central Mexico. You know how they say cancer in Spanish?"

"How?" Weasel asked.

"El cancer."

"Oh. I could have guessed that," Weasel muttered to himself.

Walking over, Amy picked up one of the brochures and scanned it. "This one seems good," she commented.

She handed it over to Wade, who looked at it, likely for the first time, and then shook his head. "It's at the South Pole."

Amy frowned and grabbed at the brochure, but it slipped out of her hand, revealing a polaroid photo. She picked it up carefully and looked down at the photo of Vanessa and Wade, clearly in bed, and clearly taken before Wade's diagnosis.

Wade hadn't smiled like that since.

Leaning over her shoulder, Weasel smiled and took the photo from Amy. "Look how happy you look here," he pointed out, showing the picture to Wade. "Mind if I keep this? Put it up, so I can remember? When you looked alive. At least now I'm gonna win the dead pool, now that you're gonna die tragically of cancer."

Amy hit Weasel on the shoulder, making Wade give the red-head a grim smile. "Thanks," he said dryly.

Rolling his eyes, Weasel frowned in sudden remembrance. "Oh, and that guy over there came in looking for you." He handed Wade a card with a number etched into it. "Real grim reaper type. I dunno. Might further the plot."

As Wade walked over with a frown, Amy turned to Weasel. "Are you still drunk?" She asked. "You're acting really weird."

Weasel rolled his eyes. "I'm fine, sweetheart," he snapped, confirming Amy's suspicions. He was always a bit hostile to everyone, even her, after a couple of drinks. "Go and set up the bar or something."

Amy just frowned and crossed her arms, her gaze moving from her boss to the man that was talking to Wade with a serene smile. "He looks familiar," she said after a pause. "Doesn't he?"

Weasel looked over at him as well and then shook his head. "You're thinking of The Matrix."

"I've seen him somewhere else," Amy insisted. "I just…" huffing, she ran her hand through her hair and grabbed a glass to clean it, making sure to keep an eye on the familiar man.

Thankfully, the meeting between the man and Wade was short. Wade got up and, after downing the man's drink, walked back over to the bar. "His drink is on him," he snapped. Grabbing a couple of items, he quickly left.

The man, Amy saw, sat at the chair for a bit longer, texting someone on his phone. He had an odd smirk on his face, one that made Amy's hair stand on end. He got up suddenly, grabbing his jacket and placing it over his arm. He walked over to the bar and said, in a smug voice, "How much do I owe?"

Looking around for Weasel, Amy sighed as she saw the man across the way, too far for her to get him to deal with the man. Turning back, she looked at his order. "Five," she said after a short pause.

The smug man handed over a ten. "Keep the change," he said with a smirk. He turned and walked out of the bar, leaving Amy to watch him go.

Amy frowned and crossed her arms. "I don't like him," she stated.

Weasel bit out a laugh behind her. "That's a first."

Amy just continued to frown after the man, a nagging sense as she tried to remember where she had seen him.

Later that night, Amy found herself standing the alleyway, her arms wrapped around herself as James scuffed his shoe against the graveled ground. "Another man has replaced me," he said after a long, agitated pause.

Amy frowned and shook her head. "If you're accusing me of cheating on you," she started slowly. She could hear the tremble in her voice that she got whenever she was upset. "Then save your breath. I have never cheated on anyone."

James sighed deeply. "But you're in love with another man." At the scandalized look Amy was giving him, he held up his hand. "I'm not stupid. I see how you act with Wade. We haven't gone on a date in months because you've been taking care of him."

"He's my friend and he's dying of cancer," Amy snapped. "Of course I'm going to take care of him."

But James shook his head. "Not to this extent, Amy." He looked down. "You're a really, really sweet girl. But as much as I care for you…this isn't working out."

Amy opened her mouth to say something, to protest, but then she closed it again. "You're right," she said in a near whisper. "I've been horrible to you."

And really, she had been. She cared for James deeply, loved him really. But Wade had always, always been the man she had had an eye for. She had gotten got at ignoring her feelings for him when she had been dating James, but then Wade's diagnosis and Vanessa reached out to her and…she had pulled away from James and focused back in on Wade.

That wasn't fair to James, at all. He deserved better than that.

James took Amy's hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Perhaps if we had met at another time," he said with a shake of his head.

He stepped away, releasing her hand. "Don't worry, I won't come here." When he saw Amy's intent to protest this, he shook his head. "I only came here in the first place because of you, Amy." He looked down at the ground and sighed. "I hope you find someone that you can love just like you love Wade."

He turned away, leaving Amy to watch him go. When he had left the alley, she felt the first of many tears begin to fall. She wiped at them hastily, and walked back into the bar. Weasel looked over at her when she entered with a knowing, somber look. She tried to give him a small smile, but it fell away too quickly.

At about six in the morning, Amy jerked from her sleep to the sensation of her phone vibrating. Reaching under her pillow she pulled it out, accepted the call, and groggily asked, "What?"

"Amy, thank god you picked up. I can't find Wade! All his stuff is gone and there's a suitcase missing…" Vanessa's frantic voice, shaking with emotion, trailed off. "Did he come over there?"

I felt so bad for Amy and James in this chapter. I really liked them as a pair, but like he said, the timing wasn't right. Amy focused so much on Wade, which makes sense because he's her friend and he's dying of cancer, but she also neglected her boyfriend. I feel like James understood, but also didn't want to potentially continue with this behavior and since he wouldn't expect her to change, nor does he want her to, that leaves breaking up as the only option.

In an odd way, it reminds me of a scene from A Christmas Carol, specifically when Ebenezer looses his love because 'another idol has replaced me.' Even though the two characters couldn't be different, the situation is kinda similar. Both start to focus on something else and even start to love this other thing, which leads to their partner feeling neglected. And both end up alone, though Ebenezer does get to keep his gold. I thought it was tragic for Amy that she has to loose her boyfriend and then Wade in one night.

I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter. I'm sorry it's so short, but it didn't feel comfortable cutting off anywhere else.