Burn's POV

Getting up from the warm bear-hug called Wade, I slid out of his arms slowly. When I was successfully out and standing, I padded into the kitchen and heated up the 6 beignets left over from last night. About the time I was getting them out I heard Wade coming in.

"Morning, buttercup." He groaned, sleepily.

"Indeed it is, Cher." I smiled.

He was already dressed to go on patrol and was putting the blades on his back, "have some sweetness on your way, sweetness."

He nodded an took the beignets, jumping out the window. I sat on his couch clicking in the TV. I flipped through the crap shows and finally settled on discovery channel.

After two episodes of 'When Vacations Attack', I decided I needed to find something to eat.

"What is it with this guy and pancakes...?" I remarked looking around the moderately clean kitchen.

I walked up to the fridge and pulled out a beer.

"One helluva breakfast, Burn." I mumbled.

Walking back into the den, I looked up at his door. I sauntered to it and slowly pushed it open. Purely out of curiosity, I took a step in and glanced around. This was the first time I had really ever paid attention to his room. The first time, I was tired and covered in blood, and the second and third times it was dark. Now I could see everything.

On the far wall, the first one I noticed, there were tons of guns and knifes and a few grimy boxes labeled randomly. The other wall had an old computer and a busted looking window. On the wall the door was at there were a few posters of himself and what looked like a deflated blowup doll. I laughed shaking my head and made the bed. His closet consisted of about four of his suits and some random things like a Led Zeppelin shirt, three unmatched socks, a pair of black basketball shorts and a red beanie. I nearly fell over laughing imagining Wade in a black Zeppelin shirt, basketball shorts and a red beanie.

"Nope," I giggled, "maybe I'll try to get him some normal clothes to wear around here."

I started straightening up and looked sternly at the knife in my hands.

'This isn't me...' I frowned, thinking, 'I'm not a housewife. What am I doing here still?' I say down the knife and went back into his bathroom to find my wallet.

Once I got it and checked I had a whole $20. Dammit.

I found my dead cell phone and threw it down. I walked back into his den and reached for his landline and dialed my Pa's number.

It rung.

"You got the cell of Remy LaBeau, le'me a message an' ill get back real soon." Beep.

"Ey Pa, I'm gonna take out a few bills from the bank. Lots of love." I hung up and say back on the chair in his den, thinking I could get a little nap in.

Just as I was getting comfortable, I heard a loud knock at the door.

"I'm coming, hold on now..." I mumbled, trying to get to the door and ignore the frantic knocks.

As soon as I swung open the door id regretted it.

"Pa... What are you doing here?"

A/N: I am so sorry for the wait. And it looks like there'll be another one since I'm leaving for my vacation tomorrow. But I'll try to get up another chapter in the next week or so. Sorry, victims...

~Love, Your Friendly Neighborhood Assassin~