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Notes lay scattered all over the desk. Kelly sighed and leaned back in her chair. He still hadn't told her. They've been going out a little over sixteen months now and no word. It was as if he thought she wouldn't notice. Wouldn't notice the changes in him. He was slimming down. Always pale and sometimes he just plain sat out of missions. That was her first sign. The sudden sitting out. It wasn't like him. Even if it bothered her, he did enjoy what he does.

But that wasn't the worst of it. The worse he gets; the happier Stryker gets. Victor's blood did nothing. She had the doctors give it to him. They weren't allowed to mention her; they weren't allowed to mention Victor. They were just supposed to give it to him and tell him it was on Stryker's orders.

Getting Victor to agree with it had been hell. He had been stubborn and cold and told her that it was none of their business. It wasn't until she screamed at him that if it was James. If it were James she was begging for he'd have done it. No matter how angry he was at James for leaving, he still loved his brother.

But his blood did nothing. Victor wasn't really such a bad character. She still didn't like him much. But oddly enough he wanted Wade to get better. Whether it was so he could have the honour of killing Wade himself, or because she somehow found a way into his heart, she didn't know.

But she was running out of ideas. She didn't know what else she's supposed to do. She didn't have any more ideas on how to fix this. She didn't know how to make it better anymore.

She covered her face with both hands and dragged them down her face. She was tired and unnaturally emotional.

Everything came down to one person. Everything. Stryker's notes, which she stole, say that James can withstand things better than Victor, but that wasn't even all the notes. She didn't know how, didn't know why, and she didn't really specifically care. If she could find James, she'd find a way to save Wade.

She jumped when Jerry crashed through her office door. She gazed at him with a slow glare. "Captain! They've taken Major Wilson!" He said earnestly. His shaking hand was pointed in the direction of the base entrance. The base entrance led to where the mutants were held.

She frowned. "What are you talking about?" She asked getting up. She grabbed the leather jacket from the back of the chair and pulled it on. It was too big for her and one of Wade's.

She followed him as he explained. "Major Wilson collapsed in the armoury. The doctors told Stryker that he's becoming too weak, and that his constant pretending that he's not ill was making it worse. Stryker ordered Major North to throw him in the cage next to Miss Frost's."

She stopped walking. "Excuse me?" She asked. He opened his mouth to repeat what he had just said, but she ignored him and marched down to Stryker's office. She was going to give the bastard a good piece of her mind. She threw the door open and glared at the man behind the desk Victor and David sat there; they actually jumped, not having expected her. "What the hell are you doing?" She snapped angrily.

She didn't even look at David. He could go to hell for all she cared. "Excuse me, Captain?"

She narrowed her eyes at Stryker. She was going to kill the bastard. "Let him go." She said softly, her tone dangerous.

"Who? Wilson?" He asked sounding disinterested. She clenched her fists together. He was making a mistake if he thought she'd allow him to play stupid with her. "I don't think so. You see, Mr. Wilson has become useless to me. Or at least, he is useless until I can further my experiments."

"Experiments? What experiments?" She hissed.

"I will create Wade Wilson into the finest and most powerful weapon on this planet. I'll advise you to go and say goodbye. I don't think he'll survive it." He said.

She stared at him for a moment. Open disgust and revulsion burning behind her eyes. Then her expression went blank. "How so sir?" She asked; she lightened her tone. She made it sound like she was actually interested.

Stryker seemed surprised for a moment, but he was so exhilarated by this that he didn't seem to care much. "By fusing Wilson with compatible mutations. Why do you think we have all these mutants? The only ones we need now are Scott Summers and James. Victor will go look for Scott. I already have a method of convincing James." He explained. "See once I have James I'm going to fit him with Adamantium. He will be Weapon X."

She nodded. "When you bring James to wherever, I'd like to go with you sir. He might agree more easily to all of this if I go with you." She said.

"Yes, yes, of course." He agreed and waved her away.

She saluted him. "Sorry to have interrupted sir." She said and walked out.

Jerry stood outside. A sick look on his face. He must've heard the conversation while standing outside. She walked him far enough from Stryker's office and snapped her fingers to get his attention. She pressed him against the wall and narrowed her eyes at him. "What I'm about to tell you, does not reach the ears of anyone else." She was glad the hall was empty.

He nodded. "I want you to find all the files Stryker has on James. Private mission, he doesn't know. I want to know everything about James. I want to know why he is going to be fitted with the Adamantium. What makes him different from Victor?" She said and let go before stalking down to the base entrance.

She was not going to lie down so that Stryker can just walk over Wade. And if James will be given the Adamantium, it meant that his healing ability is better than Victor's (At least that's the response she's hoping for). If that is the case, all she needed was two vials of his blood and Wade would heal. The cancer would go away.

She shoved the doors open and glared at the two big men who stood on the other side. She ignored the mutants in the cages, all gazing at her curiously. She'd assume it was out of fear. Mostly because of the fact that these people, kids really, some were barely out of high school age, had dealt with far too many people miss treating them.

She didn't have to walk far to find the cage Wade was locked in. She stood in front of it and felt cold anger building up in her. He wouldn't have been in this position if he had just told her. "So instead of just telling me, this is where you'd rather end up?" She asked angrily.

He opened his eyes. They were flashing with pain; the skin under his eyes was dark. Hand sized bruises were already forming over his arms. She was going to torture whoever man-handled him. They had no right to do that. He sighed and dropped his head back against the wire-fence like cage wall. "I'm sorry." He muttered.

"Sorry? That you didn't tell me or that I found out? Makes it rather hard to figure out if you just say sorry." She snapped.

Wade lifted his head and glared darkly at her. It was enough to make her step back a little. Even when she knew he couldn't get to her through the locked door. She knew he wasn't his father. He wouldn't lay a hand on her. But no one, not even Victor, could create fear in her like Wade could. "So what was I supposed to do? Tell you? Do you really think I'm that stupid?" His voice was hard and cold. Angry. He had never been angry at her before.

She didn't let down. She was on the outside of that cage. "Yes. You were supposed to tell me! Were you planning on just getting so bad that you died? Would that have made you feel better?" She sneered in return.

She couldn't believe that a year and four months into their relationship, the first thing they fight out about is a damn illness. "Go to hell, Kelly." He snapped angrily.

She glared at him and spun around, walking towards the door. She heard the girl next to him, Emma Frost say: "You shouldn't have said that to her. She's only caring about you."

She was at the door when he replied. "I know."

She sat in her office for who knew how long. A few of the soldiers on her team had come to check on her. Maybe every hour or so, she couldn't be quite sure. Emily was the last to check on her. She stayed longer than the others. And she didn't pretend to have a question she forgot. Jerry had three questions, for real, but none of them made any sense and if she really looked into it she was sure he could've answered them on his own.

Emily sat down and studied her for a moment. "You argued with Wade." She stated.

Kelly sighed and dropped her head onto the top of the leather chair. "I don't need you to counsel my relationship." She muttered.

There was a moment of silence in which Kelly counted the little dots in the ceiling. "I just meant that's the first time you argued." Emily said quietly. "I figured you'd want to talk about it."

She lifted her head and shook it, ran her hands down her face and got up. She suddenly cursed the bright idea not to have a clock or any way to tell the time in her office. "How late is it?" She asked.

"Close to twelve." Emily answered and got up as well.

She shook her head. Ten hours. What was wrong with her? In the one time Wade needs her most she goes and flip. Badly. "Help me?" She asked.

Emily nodded and followed her through the base to her and Wade's room. She opened one of the closets and pulled sets of pillows and blankets from it, handed some to Emily and started for the room with the cages. Most of them were asleep when they got there. So all they did was quietly enter the code, place a pillow under their heads and cover them with a blanket.

The girl named Emma Frost was awake. "You helped Remy, right?" She asked in a whisper as she took the blanket from Kelly.

Kelly glanced at Emily who was at the other end, handing out the last blanket she had. "Yeah. But not much, he did most of it. Don't say anything though." She said and got up from her crouch.

She walked back out and into the cage next to Emma's. Wade had a pained expression on his face. She woke him up as she sat down with her back against Emma's connecting cage wall, and made him put his head in her lap. She then covered him with the blanket and told him to go back to sleep. She sat on the pillow, running her hands through his hair. He looked less pained, but she was sure he still hurt. And invisible hurt she couldn't take away.

"He really felt bad about earlier." Emma said softly.

She glanced at the girl, half surprised to find her sitting with her back against the connecting cage wall on the pillow, playing with the blanket over her legs. "Me too." She muttered.

Emma nodded slowly. "He said that he didn't want you to worry. That he didn't want you to think he'd leave you." She explained.

Kelly closed her eyes. "I know." She said softly. "I know. He'll be ok. I'll make sure of it."

Emma glanced at her, having noted the determination. "You'll ok here, right Kelly?" Emily suddenly asked.

Kelly nodded and smiled. "Of course. I'll be fine. Thanks." She said softly. Emily saluted and walked out of the room. "We'll all be fine." She muttered.

A boy bound in stretching rope, flashing so fast he was just a blur snorted. "We? Don't get me wrong lady. I'd like to believe that. Be we's boyfriend put us in here. For all I care he can go straight to hell." He said darkly.

She didn't answer him. Each was entitled to their opinion. "I'll get you out. All of you. I promise." She said softly.

"When? I hope it's not when he dies." Another girl, black with white hair, snapped. She understood their anger. Tried to in the least. Remy had a lot of it. He had felt it towards anyone who had thought they could do to him whatever they wanted.

She shook her head. "He's not going to die. I won't let him." The three kids awake studied her for a moment; she just kept her gaze on Wade.

He was sleeping better now. That made her happy. He didn't look like he was in pain anymore.

They soon fell asleep, each thanking her for the blankets. She just smiled at them. For the first time since Emily told her Wade was sick, she thought about children again. She'd like to have children one day. Not now, now was too early and now was just not right. But one day. When they didn't live in this situation anymore. And she'd like Wade to be the father. She'd like Wade to be around for that.

She didn't sleep. She waited and sat with Wade, because that's what she was going to do until she figured out how to get James to give her some of his blood. The thought of that being nearly impossible burned through her. The thought that no one has heard from James in close to six years scared her even more.

She closed her eyes and thought about how she was going to do this. How it could possibly work. She didn't know. She had no idea how to make this work.

She tapped the pen steadily against her desk. Watching the folded letters in front of her like it was the only thing in the world. She had figured it out. The only way to do this was to go. To go and look for him in the place where Stryker's files says he is. But she's got to do it fast. If she waits any longer things will go to pot. It has literally been six years since James left them. Three months from now, she'd be twenty-two.

She left them there. The letters. She only took one with her as she grabbed the leather jacket that was Wade's and an old backpack of hers. The first one she used to runaway with. She was running away again. But this time she planned on coming back. Really, really coming back. With all hell to pay.

A month ago this wouldn't even had been an option. It wasn't until Jerry brought her those files that she thought about how to commence this plan.

Wade was asleep when she crouched next to him and pushed the letter into his hand, which was rest on the pillow next to his head. It had surprised her at first that no one took the pillows and blankets away from her. She kissed him on the temple, smiled encouragingly at Emma and walked out.

Wade

I'll be back, I promise. I just need to find James. He can help, I'm sure of it. When I get back, I'll make you better. I won't let them hurt you. Emily and Jerry will check on you. They have a number for the cell I brought the other day. They'll call me when Stryker plans anything.

Love you lots

Kelly

It wasn't long. And it probably wasn't much. But it was enough. She hoped it was enough. And she hoped he'd wait just a little longer. He'd soon be ok.

The outside was dark. Huge massive stone buildings rose up all around her and for the first time she wondered how she was getting of this slab of land. She gazed around and sighed and started in a direction. She'd find away off, she just had to.

She was walking for thirty minutes when she remembered that Victor had to find a way of this base as well. That Victor would've flown off the base. She backtracked and went to the airbase.

She couldn't hide her surprise when she found most of her team there. There was only two amongst them that had originally showed her any respect without Wade's threats. "We follow our Captain." One of the men informed her.

"We figured Major Wilson can't be that bad if you'd risk your military career for him." Another one said.

"And we got a pilot." The guy grinned charmingly at her.

She nodded slowly and followed them to the plane. She wasn't sure why they were helping her. But she wasn't going to deny it either. She needed help. She couldn't say she didn't. And if she needed to put all the trust she had in these soldiers. She'd do it.

The man they got as a pilot was older than thirty-five. His brown hair was peppered with grey and his eyes were a sparkling amber colour. He saluted her and smiled. "Where to, Captain?" He asked.

She sighed softly and studied the cockpit wall next to him. She hoped to God that Wade would be alright. She hoped that everyone would be safe until she can find James and that while she looks; no one does anything stupid.

She hoped that Stryker didn't screw up his own plan and started sooner on it than she hoped.

She turned her dark brown eyes onto him and determined herself. She was ready now for anything. She was prepared as prepared could be. And she was not failing. Not in a million years. She refused to fail.

"To Canada."