Four Years

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"Sryker," Jane came behind him after his morning rounds, " I have decided to extend the project on Deadpool. We do not want to incidentally kill him so we'll have to run some test."

"How long will this take?"

"We have to calculate a way to control him while also keeping in mind what powers we have fed him. It's safe to say around forty eight months and he will presumably be completely under your control."

"Fine."

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Rouge would go four years without seeing Deadpool again, for which she was glad. Her son was having a normal life minus the mutants. Jacques had gone from the cutest baby in the mansion to a troublemaker that would rival his own father in eighteen months. At two he was already steeling things from the other XMen. Such as the time when he stole Kitty's new makeup kit and gave it to Jean while telling her how pretty she was. And there was that time when for the life of him, Logan couldn't find his jacket. That was until he saw Jacques using it as a blankie. After that day, they were sworn enemies.

Anna had tried to raise her son better. He could read before most children his age could, Storm was teaching him how to use the piano, and his math was going well, but other than that he was the spitting image of his father. And no, not only in looks.

The kid had seen his father pit pocket once and picked it up easily. You always had to watch yourself around the boy. But even he knew not to upset his mother. She was the disciplinary one in the family. He knew not to cross her.

Then Gambit started showing his son card tricks and pool techniques which the boy soaked up like a sponge.

"Why don't ya teach him sometin beneficial?"

"Pool hustling is beneficial."

"Remy Etienne LeBeau!" she growled.

Seeing Rouge eye the pool sticks like weapons, "All right no more hustling. I got it."

"You better and make sure Jacques gets a bath today."

"I alweady took bath mommy." Jacques puffed his cheeks out.

Messing with his hair a little, "You can just take another bath ok sweetie?"

"Oui mommy."

"Good, behave now. Kitty wants ta take me shopping again."

Gambit watched her leave. Did he have any redeeming qualities to teach his son? Sighing he decided to teach the boy French while showing him how to make his patented oyster loaf. His son easily caught on. Logan watched the pair behave. It was almost surreal and he was going to enjoy the peace and quiet of the house while it lasted.

"Wumbo?"

"How many times I told ya not ta call me that Jacques?"

"A wot."

Peeved, "Wat ya want boy?"

"I want a wong coat like yous."

Gambit watched his son climb off the table and grab onto the bottom of his trench coat that he wore nearly every day of his life. It was cute that his son wanted to be like him, but he wasn't going to spoil the boy just because he was giving him the puppy eye look.

"Ya cant have one."

"Why not?"

"Cause I said so."

"Why not?"

"Ya heard me."

"I hate you." Jacques glared at his father for a whole fifteen minutes before asking, "Can I have one now?"

"No."

Two minutes later he asked again.

"No."

One minute later

"No."

Thirty seconds later

"No!"

Every other second

"For te love of … no ya cant have one!"

"I hate you Wumbo!" he ran off crying to who knows where.

"Why couldn't I have a little girl?" Gambit grumbled to himself when the wooden spoon he was stirring the oysters with removed itself from his hands and wacked him.

"What the?" he hissed trying to stop the spoon.

"Gambit!" Jeans voice rang. He turned to see Jean hiding his son who was rubbing nonexistent tears out of his face with puppy eyes in full force.

"I can't believe this." Gambit huffed.

"Gambit I don't always approve of your methods with raising him, but hitting the poor boy!"

"I aint hit 'em!"

"He hit me wite here Auntie Jean." Jacques said pointing to the top of his head.

"He's lying I aint touch te boy. Logan was here. Tell 'em."

"You really shouldn't hit the kid Gumbo." Logan smiled deviously.

"And why did he hit you sweetie?" Jean asked the boy in his arms.

"Cause I want twitchcoat."

"You mean trench coat." Jean corrected and he nodded.

"Jacques stop trying ta get Jean ta spoil you and come here!" Gambit ordered.

The boy cried harder.

"Don't worry," Jean assured him, "Auntie Jean will take care of this."

As they walked off Jacques shot a victorious smile at his father before going back to spoil me mode.

"Why that little …." Gambit growled after him.

"The apple doesn't fall far from the tree does it?" Logan asked, "And you wondered why I never liked you."

Gambit glared at him before finishing his cooking. Later that night while his son was having a piano practice Rogue came to him wearing scandalous unerware.

Happy but a little sad that he couldn't touch her, "Why ya wearin tat?"

"Kitty bought me one. She says it makes a woman look sexy. Is looking sexy a bad thing?"

"No."

"She also said that she needs a lot of new ones because she has sex a lot. What is sex?"

He thought about it. No one had ever given her the talk exactly. He loved the idea of telling her, but he loved the idea of showing her even more.

"Well?" she asked impatiently.

"What do you think it is?"

"Is it when in movies people kiss?"

"Sometin like that."

"So what is it?"

"I'll show ya someday. If you behave."

"I am behaved."

"Didn't you try to kill Beast last night with an apple?"

"He scared me. I aint see 'em coming an I kinda snapped a little."

"And what about the other day in the helicopter?"

"Ya know I hate tight metal spaces. It makes me feel caged and I go a little crazy."

"A little?"

"Mommy I done," Jacques banged on the door, "Open up pwease."

Anna put on some clothes before she let her son in. He promptly jumped on the bed between them anxious for his favorite bedtime story which was of how his parents met.

"Not again?" Rogue rolled her eyes.

"Pwease." The boy said snuggling closer.

"But I already told ya tat story ovah and ovah again."

"Pwease." He begged eyes getting impossible wider.

"Fine I'll tell it in French, how about that?"

After the story was over and Gambit re-explained half of it in English their son sat up. It was past his bed time and he had his own room to sleep in.

"Will Stwyker come back for mommy?" he asked.

"Hope not." Gambit told him before he carried his son off to bed. Gambit washed the boy snuggle under his covers and pull his new blankie, a spare trench coat of his fathers, towards him before going to sleep.

As Gambit left he heard him shift, "Turn off wight pwease."

"Ok."

"An Wumbo?"

"Yes?"

"I still hate you."

"Me too." He smiled back before returning to Rogue. He knew his son didn't mean what he said, but at times it could be cute.

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At the newly renovated lab of Alkali Lake Stryker had his top team of scientist watching, re-watching, studying, and analyzing the images of Rogue that they got from security cameras and such all over the states.

"We need to know if she is faster; if she is evolving. We need to know this now gentleman!" Stryker yelled at the team.

Scientist A, "Her speed is the same sir."

Scientist B, "Her retainment of powers has changed from approximately five times the length of the touch to 6.5 times the length of contact made."

Scientist C, "As per usual she shows a basic control over the powers she borrowed."

Scientist D, "She is 0.l0065 percent stronger around her friends then when she is alone. I calculate this to be a mental case over a physical one."

Scientist E, "Her muscle mass has slightly increased, but nothing significant."

Scientist F, "It is clear from our calculations sir that she is not evolving further."

"What of her boy?" Stryker asked eyeing the screens.

Scientist H, "He shows no mutant power exactly, but he does give off a significantly higher energy level then the basic person."

Scientist D, "It is safe to conclude that the boy will inherit his father's attributes."

"Deadpool?"

Scientist A, "No, the mutant codename Gambit. Besides the semblance in appearance the PKE energy they give off is rather high."

"Apparently I have to speak with Jane." Stryker said. He found Jane in her office taking a quick lunch break.

"May I ask you Jane how you forgot to mention that Mr. LeBeau is the father of 826's child?"

"It made more since sir," she said calmly, "If Deadpool were the father it would ruin the whole point of having a child. We want to weaponize her powers, but if we mixed her DNA with the pools then it could have gotten lost."

"Why did you not inform me at the time?"

"It was a rather delicate procedure …"

"Are you hiding something from me Jane?"

"No sir."

Glaring at her, "If I did not need your talents …"

"I understand sir."

"How much longer Jane?"

"He's fully operational now. We are just testing him."

"Test him now on the school that Xavier built."

"He's in the middle of a test in North Korea, but we should have him there in a matter of hours."

"I want him there by dawn Jane and I want to see everything he does."

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At dawn Jacques ran from his room outside to play. It was something he would do often. He had his blankie around him and he would jump off of small ledges, kicking the air, pretending to be his dad. Normally someone was outside, but not today.

As he ran around he saw a strange man with a mask and two swords on his back. Deadpool looked at the boy. He recognized him as the same child he thought was his son. But as he looked at him he could tell they weren't related. Jane had lied to him! That wasn't his son! But the boy would do until he could have his own child with her.

"Are you lost mister?" Jacques asked looking at the man but keeping his distance.

Deadpool moved past the kid, took off his mask, and blasted the mansion. Jacques ran off screaming. The rest of the XMen came out face to face with a living nightmare.

"Deadpool," Stryker spoke over the communicator to him, "Terminate."

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