All of your responses have been amazing! Your support and especially your reviews mean so much and I hope you all like this new chapter. Sorry it's been a bit longer in coming, I'm decorating the new house and it needs a lot of work doing to it. Exhausting!
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Walking in a steady circle, he glanced around at the unconscious bodies, feeling rage fill him. This was not how it was supposed to be. Even worse, now he was down on men. How had this happened?! He'd had the upper hand. The damned X-Men hadn't known that they were coming, his men had known which mutants slept where in the house and more importantly, they had known where Rogue and Jean's rooms were.
The team that had been assembled should have been able to handle this! Why? How?! The first time had been a miscalculation. He had known that Rogue would be able to disable human attackers to a certain extent, but nine of them? The girl didn't have full control of her powers! How had she done it?!
"Sabertooth. Tell me? How is it that we failed" Sinister asked in a cold voice that made even Sabertooth slightly uneasy, "And how is it that you are the only one even awake to tell me the details?"
"They knew" He rumbled, "They were already assembled waiting for us. Wolverine was on me the second I stepped in the place-"
"If you spent your time distracting Wolverine like you were supposed to, THEN WHY ARE TWO OF MY MEN DEAD?! The rest of the X-Men don't kill."
"You're right. They don't. Deadpool does" Sabertooth stated.
"DEADPOOL! He doesn't join forces with do-gooders like the X-Men. He only works for money and I know they won't pay him. What is he doing?..."
Sinister lapsed into silence for a moment and Sabertooth chose not to answer the question.
"Well then, it looks like we'll be paying Deadpool a visit sometime soon. Just a matter of finding him first, but we will. Then he will join us" Sinister said, as if recruiting a psychotic killer that wouldn't shut up and had just killed two of his men was an everyday occurrence, "He will join us, whether he wishes to or not."
Sabertooth couldn't help but think that with Deadpool involved it really wouldn't be that simple, but then, he wasn't paid to think. So he disregarded the thought and went back to sharpening his nails.
Sinister thought that he would send Malice to do this. She would be the best one to handle the unstable Deadpool. He trusted her more than any of his other Marauders. Even Scalphunter, one of his commanders, failed him. Brought down and killed by the X-Men and one hyperactive, insane killer.
Sinister's lip curled in disgust as he looked at the bodies of the unconscious marauders, making him look even more disturbing. They had been treated for their injuries to ensure that they survived, so it was simply a matter of waiting until they woke to punish them for their failure.
They would learn not to fail Mister Sinister. Until then, he had Malice.
"La, LA, LA! Not listening" Deadpool was currently stood with his hands over his ears, shouting at the top of his lungs, eyes shut tight, head shaking back and forth.
Rogue sat back, leaning against the table, arms crossed over her chest. When they had initially landed after the teleport she had started shouting at the top of her lungs, insisting that he take her home, but after half a minute of him covering his ears she'd given up and sat back, waiting for him to stop. That had been five minutes ago and he was still going.
Straightening up she reached over and smacked him, firmly, upside his head.
"Owhhh! What was that for?" He demanded, rubbing his head.
"For not shuttin' up. Why did ya bring meh here?" She asked.
"You need healing. I have a healing factor. You can borrow it."
"Uhhm, Logan has one too. And Ah would have been able ta stay home eitha way. We didn' need ta come here" She explained.
"No, no, no. I don't want you to use Logan's healing, I want you to use mine!" He almost whined.
"Why? That's weird."
"Because that's what the author decided! It was the best way to take you away from the mansion for a while without upsetting the plot of the whole thing."
"Uhm, what? What author? Ya make no sense sometahmes Ah swear." Rogue was baffled by his explanation but the pain and blood loss from her wound was making her light-headed.
"Can ya heal meh now please? Ahm feelin' pretty tahred. Maght pass out soon."
"Of course my sassy belle" he whipped a glove off, "Go right ahead."
Rogue looked at the hand he offered. It was scarred and painful looking, the skin twisted and deformed over the boned.
"No. If Ahm gonna drain ya're healin' power, then Ah wanna see ya're face when Ah do. Ah'll touch ya're cheek ta get it" She said, despite the pain and the feeling that she was losing her grip on consciousness, even as she stood there.
Deadpool hesitated for a single moment, before grabbing her uncovered hand in his still gloved one, pulling his mask off his face quickly with his other hand, and pushing her palm against her cheek.
The last thing Rogue saw before she passed out was a horrendously scarred face. The last thing she heard, even as her sight faded into blackness, was voices inside her head, not screaming at her like her usual victims, but chatting away casually, as if they were used to being voices in someone's head.
'Oh dear, it all appears to have been a bit too much for her…"
"Forget too much! We have boobs!"
When Rogue woke a few hours later she expected to be lying in a bed. Instead she was on the kitchen floor where she had been when she'd passed out. With a groan she began to pull herself up, noticing that her shoulder didn't ache anymore.
'Of course it doesn't, our healing factor saved you" A voice in her head stated calmly, while another, slightly more manic voice sung out 'Healing factooooorrr'.
"What the?...Where am Ah" She murmured, clutching her head.
"Hollywood. What's the matter doll face? Headache? My healing factor shoulda fixed that" A voice sounded from above her, and she looked up to see Deadpool perched on a chair, mask and glove back in place, to her right.
"Nah, it's the voices in mah head. They're naht lahke the otha voices Ah get when Ah absorb someone. They sound lahke ya. But they aren't ya. Ahm naht sure what's happenin'" She tried to explain.
"Wellll…what do they sound like?" He offered her a hand, yanking her sharply to her feet when she took it.
"Uhmm" She tried to regain her balance while explaining to him, "They sound lahke ya, but one's more sensible, sounds quite smart. The otha one…naht so much…"
"Ohhh. Well sounds like you got the other parts of me, rather than just the more vocal part."
"Ya mean…these voices…are ya?...Lahke voices in ya're head. Ah knew ya were crazy an' all but realleh?"
"Of course. What did you expect?" He answered, like it as perfectly normal to have voices in your head.
"Raght. Well that's another reason why Logan woulda been a betta choice ta absorb. Ah already have him in mah head and he ain't insane."
At this Deadpool tensed and stood up, saying "No", his voice much deeper than it had been previously. Rogue felt herself pause, looking up at him carefully. He didn't seem to like the idea of Logan being the one to lend his powers.
"Why naht? It makes sense."
"Your mine. My powers healed you fine. You don't need him."
"Of course Ah do" then thinking that Deadpool appeared to be slightly jealous, "Ah need all of them. They're mah family. And that's why ya're gonna take meh back raght now."
"No! I only just got youuuu! I'll look after you. Promise. I have food. And water. And a bed for you. A toilet. And you can play in the garden! Perfect. See?"
"Ahm naht a dog, a don't need ta play in the garden. The othas could be in danger. Ah gotta help them." Rogue tried to explain.
"Nahh, you're in just a much danger, so really you're lightening the load on them a bit, 'cos Sinister will have to spread his forces…"
Rogue supposed he had a point.
"…And it'll be a break from having to avoid touching everyone constantly because it's just me and you can't kill me…"
The idea really had some merits.
"…We can hang out and stuff..."
She kinda did want to get to know him better, especially to find out about how he ended up so scarred.
"…And I'll keep up your training. But you know. Awesome Deadpool style…"
Rogue decided. She'd stay for a bit. Plus Deadpool seemed like he really wanted her to stay. But first, her terms.
"…And I'll-" Rogue cut him off as he began listing another reason for her to stay.
"Ah'll stay, but there's some thangs Ah wanna know. Lahke about ya're scars. What happened ta ya? And Ahm gonna need some help dealin' with these voices ya've given me.
"Deal! The scars are from the Weapon-X project. My cancer plus super awesome healing factor means insane tumour growth and skin scarring. It also means the cancer can't kill me. It's kinda like an impasse. Aaaand, the voices? They're harmless. Just a bit of advice in your mind when you need it" He explained.
"The pyscho one's yellin' at meh ta give him a peek of mah breasts" Rogue deadpanned.
"Ahh. Well. Normally the sensible one keeps control of him. Just ignore him. Unless, of course, you feel like giving us all a glimpse of your boobs?" He added slyly.
Smack! Rogue's hand cracked across his face.
"Hey, oh, owh, oh wow. Gotta love a woman with fire. Anways, I'm hungry, fancy something blue and pink for dinner?" Deadpool asked, heading over to the kitchen cabinets and fridge, and pulling out icing sugar, breadcrumbs, blue food colouring and raw chicken.
"Uhm, maybe we could eat out?" Rogue suggested instantly. It was 2am in Hollywood, so places might still be open, given the area. There was no way in hell she was eating anything he cooked and she was way too tired after the day she'd had. It was about 5am New York time and she really wanted to sleep, but given the current energy levels of Deadpool, she figured he wouldn't be leaving her in peace anytime soon.
He glanced at her, then chucked the chicken and sugar in his hands over his shoulder, "Okay! I know the best little place, they sell Chimichangas!" He exclaimed happily, before grabbing Rogue's shoulders and teleporting them away.
Sat looking around the strange restaurant they were in, the watery sunlight outside hurting her eyes, Rogue couldn't help but ask "Why London? Of all places, why here?"
"They do the best chimichangas. Plus it's daytime here, so places are open. And you may have noticed, not once have they questioned our choice in clothes or the fact we're covered in blood. Not everywhere will serve a guy in a full bodysuit, would you believe?!"
"Mah eyes hurt. The food's good Ah spose, but what's wrong with these people? Why aren't they questionin' the fact we're covered in blood, ya're dress sense or the fact ya have swords strapped ta ya're back?" She questioned him, while digging into the chimichanga that he had insisted she have. Actually when she'd tried to just order chips (she'd been told they meant fries), he'd slammed a knife down on the table and insisted that she have chimichanga. Normally she wouldn't put up with it, but she was too tired to care. The waitress had just giggled slightly like it was funny that Rogue had just been threatened with a knife or something. "That waitress didn' even care that ya had a knife out."
"It's London baby! They all think they're unique and out there. Hipster they keep calling it. I think. Either way, they think insane is cool. Different. They see weird stuff everyday. This is Soho. I'll take you to Camden next. You'll love it there Rogue."
"No. Just no. Ahm tahred. Ah think Ahm gonna collapse. Can we jus' go home an' come back anotha day? Ya've got ya're teleport thingy. London's naht goin' anywhere." She could literally feel herself nodding off as she spoke.
"Home? Yeah, sure Rogue. I'll take you home." Deadpool stood, and with surprising gentleness for him, pulled Rogue up from her seat by her hand, pulling her in close to him and hitting his teleport button.
The moment they landed Rogue tried to disentangle herself from him, but ended up stumbling from exhaustion. He instantly caught her and hefted her up into him arms, carrying her easily to the spare room he had. The sheets were clean enough, and there was no blood in the room, so it would do.
He lay her down gently on the bed, brushing a few white strands of hair from her face before standing up to leave, murmuring "Night Rogue."
Her hand shot up to grasp his in a feeble grip, her strength gone as she fell asleep "Wai'. Wha's ya name 'Pool? Ya real name?" She slurred.
Disentangling his hand as softly as possible, he laid her own hand back in the bed and stepped away to the door, whispering so quietly she barely heard it. But she did, and a small smile touched her lips as she drifted off to sleep.
"It's Wade."
So we've seen a little bit of Sinister, and a bit of light heartedness between Deadpool and Rogue, because they need to bond a bit before things progress. Everyone likes a little bit of fluff. Just a little though.
I'm thinking about giving names to the two voices in Deadpool's head, just to make them easier to distinguish. Even if those names are just capitalised descriptions of them? Thoughts on this? Suggestions for names?
Hope you enjoyed.