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The rest of the weekend was spent resting after Hank said that she had bruising on her ribs. She had iced them and then she and Kitty had proceeded to relax on the sofa watching movies. They claimed the rights to the main TV in the lounge since Rogue was injured, much to the complaints of the younger X-Men. It was rare they could claim the TV since some of the mutants that had left the Institute when it had been destroyed previously had returned and more had arrived as parents feared for their children's safety as anti-mutant campaigns grew worse. Or they just feared their children. Kurt even joined them for a while on Sunday, which had touched Rogue. He didn't spend as much time with her since the incident and he had Amanda to spend time with now as well.

"Like, I know that it sucks you were whaled on Rogue, and that, like, some crazy Sinister guy wants to kidnap us all, but this TV time is pretty awesome! I mean, when do we ever get the chance to dictate what's on?!"

Rogue glanced up at Kitty with a small smile, "Ah know what ya mean, it's nahce ta jus' sit and relax with ya guys for once."

"Ya. I've missed dis."

Rogue and Kitty both glanced at him quickly before looking at one another. Since Kitty had stayed close friends with Rogue, she hadn't seen as much of Kurt as before either. Maybe he was moving past what happened with Rogue and they could all be friends again.

"Well, we might not always have the TV, but that doesn't, like, stop us from hanging out together more. Once Rogue's feeling up to it, we'll have to visit the mall together!" Kitty said excitedly.

"Uhh, the mall? Really Kit? Ah mean...Ah guess..." Rogue faded out at the look Kitty gave her before saying "Well we can hang out regardless of where it is, raght?"

"Exactly! Anyway, I've been meaning to talk to you guys about Piotr..."

With a quick glance at one another, Rogue and Kurt settled down to listen to Kitty as she told them all about her crush on Piotr and their opinions on whether or not he liked her too.

With the constant company she never had much time to think about the events of Friday night, but on Sunday night after her and Kitty went to their room to go to bed, Rogue climbed out onto the roof, taking care not to strain her aching muscles too much or wake the sleeping Kitty.

Try as she might, she couldn't keep thoughts of Deadpool out of her mind permanently.

'What kinda name is Deadpool anyway? Pah. Psycho.' But then she shouldn't really think that. Should she? 'He saved me...But he killed nine people. He was worried when I was sick...But he contemplated killing me. He walked me home...And then refused to show me his face.'

She had to admit he was the weirdest guy she had ever met. She was intrigued by him. She didn't like him or anything 'Definitely not!' but he did make her curious. Why had he saved her? She had no idea and she really didn't understand men or psychopaths enough to try and guess. The only guys she spoke to were the young ones running around the mansion, her brother Kurt (which didn't count), and the Brotherhood lot. She had really liked Scott once but he had become so uptight that nowadays she figured that Jean was welcome to him. And Gambit had been interesting, he'd flirted with her, made her blush with embarrassment and then fired up her temper with ease whenever he wanted. She had thought maybe he liked her, but then, who would like the untouchable girl? He hadn't even shown up to the final battle against Apocalypse and no one had seen him since. Colossus – or Piotr – had helped and he had since joined the X-men. He and Kitty had become very close recently and Rogue couldn't help but wonder when they would get together since Kitty had now broken up with Lance.

Rogue sighed, before quickly deciding not to do that again as the large intake of air had hurt her ribs too much. No, she didn't like Deadpool. Definitely not. Not even in a platonic way really, 'I don't think I do anyway'. She didn't even know how old he was, although he was definitely a man and not a boy. She was eighteen now though and in her final year of high school so that wasn't necessarily an issue. Nope, only her skin was. 'Why am I even thinking about this? Am I that lonely that I fantasise about psychotic strangers?!' Forgetting her earlier decision she heaved another sigh.

"Now, now. No need to be sat up here pining away for me, sighing your little angsty teenage heart out." An amused voice sounded from behind her.

She spun upwards into a defensive position before realising it was Deadpool and relaxing, grasping onto her ribs that she'd strained from the sudden movement and sitting down again.

"Well now, is that anyway to greet an old friend? I pop by to see how you're doing and you get all defensive, then don't even say hello! I don't know why I even bother" he ranted on.

"Oh hush up now. Ah'm in pain, mah ribs took a beatin' the other day an' Ah'm still recoverin'. Why have ya come anyway?" She asked.

"Well I was wondering how you are. You weren't at your school so I wasn't sure if you were still being broken. I forget sometimes how long it takes some people to heal."

"Well for one, Ah'm not in school because it's the weekend. An' how do ya'll know where Ah go to school, or even that Ah do for that matter? An' for the record, it takes most people longer than this ta heal, it's only been two days."

"It's my job to know. Yes, but I'm not one of them. Healing factor" Deadpool stated with a slightly smug air.

"Your job?" Rogue looked incredulous, ignoring the healing factor, Logan had one too, it wasn't that impressive, even if he clearly intended it to be.

"Well. Not exactly. Normally I get paid for my services but seeing as how I've made the decision to look after you, I can't very well pay myself now, can I?" Everything he said was made to sound as if he was stating the obvious to a very young child.

"Well yah're not under any obligation ta look afta me jus' because you saved me, Ah can look afta mahself and the others have been told now. Ah left ya out of the conversation, and they think the guys got away rather than bein' killed. Yah're secret's safe with me." She had started off speaking strongly but her voice had softened until she was nearly whispering by the end of her statement.

"I appreciate that, but I'm looking out for you because I want to, not because I have to. Trust me, no one makes Deadpool do what Deadpool doesn't want to do."

"Ah see. Well not that Ah'm not grateful, but ya shouldn' be hangin' around. Wolverine will smell ya and ya won' be able ta hide the fact ya're here" she told him "And way ta go, talkin' 'bout yaself in third person. Lahke that doesn't sound crazy or anythin'."

"Wolverine? Well fuck me sideways, I haven't seen old claws in years. And then to find he's babysitting a bunch of kids!" Deadpool howled with laughter "That's the funniest thing I've heard in aaages! The Wolverine! Babysitting!"

"We ain't all kids ya know, most of us fahght in the X-men, myself included" Rogue replied, indignant at his laughter. 'I'm not a kid! I'm old enough to fight for the team, I'm an adult!'

Ah her words however Deadpool's laughing stopped abruptly and he turned to her, silent for once. Chills shot along her spine and she felt her muscles tense.

"I know. You shouldn't be. It's too dangerous."

"Ah can handle-"

"No. Not these guys. Not Sinister and his men. Stay out of this fight. I'll handle it."

Rogue stood, anger rushing through her veins. "Who d'ya think ya are? Tellin' me what Ah can and can't do?! Ah'll fahght anyone Ah choose too, and Ah'll fahght alongsahde mah friends and teammahtes when th' tahme to kick this Sinister's ass comes!" Her accent become thicker the angrier she became.

He stood and stared at her for a moment before exploding with curses, rage clearly consuming him, and he advanced upon her. Rogue stepped back quickly, trying to keep away from the roofs edge, and prepared to defend herself should she need to. Deadpool was cursing at her and shouting, his words hard to distinguish in his hysterically psychotic anger. It almost sounded like he was arguing with himself. Furiously. He stopped right in front of her, hands poised as if he wanted to grab her shoulders, but the he stopped. Stopped moving, stopped talking, just stopped. He turned away and moved to the far edge of the roof. Rogue stood silently for a few moments.

"Ah know, ya want ta protect me but they're mah friends. Ah can't leave them to fahght without me" She tried softly.

Deadpool turned his head towards her slightly to acknowledge her words but she couldn't tell if he was still angry or not, because he was still wearing his damned mask. He didn't seem as angry, but his stance and the set of his shoulders told her that he was still very tense.

"Will ya take yah're mask off and show me yah're face?" She asked.

His shoulders relaxed suddenly and his whole countenance suddenly seemed much more welcoming and friendly, and Rogue took a few steps closer to him, moving herself away from the roofs edge. He turned towards her fully, cocked his head to the side, gave her the same lazy salute as before, before spinning on his heel and jumping off the roof. When Rogue ran over to peer past the edge, he had already disappeared.

Later that night, as Rogue slept in her bed, Wolverine walked past her door on his nightly rounds and paused. He sniffed the air carefully before growling low under his breath and stalking off.

So lots of Deadpool in this chapter. Are the chapters long enough? Too long? Lemme know

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