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Chapter Four

Hermione was packing up her things, when she noticed that Deadpool was watching her. Smiling, she picked up a box and handed it over to him.

"Don't open it," she told him. "It's that C4 I told you I'd get you for Christmas. Unfortunately it's attached to a bomb. It had been outside of your door when I got home…"

"You're leaving?" he asked her.

She looked over to him and nodded. "Yeah, I'm being sent into the future and into space at that. Something about fireflies were mentioned. Don't ask me what that has to do with anything, I haven't a clue." She held the box out to him again. "It was yours. I neutralized the bomb and it takes opening it to make it go off. So give it as a gift!"

He pulled the box out of her hands and tossed it aside. "I'm going to miss you."

"You'll miss the chimichangas," she murmured. "And my girl bits."

"True," he sighed. "That I will."

She went over to him, going on tiptoe and kissed his cloth covered cheek. "Take care of yourself, Deadpool."

"That's what I do best," he said quietly.

She pulled out another three bags, handing them to him. "I know you already burned the other one."

"It made a pretty fire," he told her.

"I bet," she replied. "Enjoy the mattress you borrowed."

He nodded to this. "If you ever need someone killed or if you just feel the need to flash your tits at someone, call me."

Laughing, she told him, "I'll do that."

Finishing up her packing, she went on her way saying, "Anything I leave here in the apartment is yours, if you want it." She paused. "I bought you a girl magazine."

"Where?!" He went looking for it, as she went on her way down to the taxi.

He found the Girl Scout magazine along with a note telling him the real skin rag she had bought him was in the bathroom. Laughing he looked out the window and watched as she was driven away.

The end!

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There you go. The end of another wild and crazy ride. I hope that you liked it. Review, if possible. Thanks for reading and until next we meet, bizi luze eta oparoa (Basque).