Sorry for the late update. Life happens and distracts me. I have the attention span of a knat.

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"Arggghhhhhhhhhhh!" Rogue screamed, falling to the floor with a crash, feet still tangled in her blankets.

'That hurt!' She thought, whilst grumbling to herself and slowly extracting herself from the clutches of the sheets so she could get up. She raised herself up onto her hands and knees before glancing over her shoulder to see Deadpool stood behind her, foghorn in one hand, sword in the other, both of which were pointing in her face.

"Time to get up Rogue…It's training time" He cackled with glee.

Rogue groaned. She'd been with him for over two weeks now and Wade had decided that the best way to spend the time she spent visiting him/being held hostage – her views changed depending on the day's events – was to train her in various weapons fighting, including swords and guns, as well as hand-to-hand combat.

"It's 5am! Why would ya wake meh with a foghorn? And a sword?" She tried to sound angry, but just sounded tired.

"Stop whining, I don't like it. Now drink your breakfast" Wade said, pointing at a suspicious looking, greenish-brown shake on the side, "And get your sweet little ass outside!"

At this he turned and flounced from the room. Literally. Flounced. Rogue sighed again, before pulling herself up using the side of her bed and, holding her nose, downed the horrific drink – vile as it was, it gave her loads of energy for the day – and went to the bathroom to wash up, and get dressed. It was best to get dressed in a room with locks on it. Since telling her his name, Wade had decided that privacy was no longer necessary and she had caught him casually strolling from the bathroom to his bedroom, with just a towel around his neck, too many times now. He was horrifically scarred and Rogue had flinched the first time she saw him. The second time she was still horrified but could also appreciate the size of a certain piece of his anatomy, which had caused her to flush and stumble away. The third time she actually looked at his body under the scars and found that he was actually incredibly toned and fit. Again she flushed, and hid in her room. Not to mention him strolling into her room whenever he fancied. It didn't help that she didn't have her gothic makeup from home and Wade had refused to buy her any, saying that he liked her face better without it. Which meant he could see when she flushed with embarrassment. It also meant she was learning to be less embarrassed when she saw him naked.

She already had no privacy, what with the voices in her head, White Box and Yellow Box as they referred to themselves, chiming in at random points in her day. Getting changed was extremely awkward with Yellow cheering every time she took her clothes off. She'd tried doing it with her eyes shut for the first couple of days, but after tripping over and landing painfully on the sink, she decided it just wasn't worth it. 'They're not real people or anything I guess.' Yellow had taken offense at that and began shouting for Deadpool to kill her, before remembering he was in Rogue's head, not Deadpool's, and White had happily agreed that they weren't people so what harm could there be in showing them her boobs.

She'd asked why they called themselves white box and yellow box once, and got an explanation involving the colour of the text boxes their speech appeared in in the comics. Wade had given her the same explanation, then went on about it being so the readers could distinguish who was talking with ease. Rogue decided she'd rather not know. His were still him his head, so she guessed she'd taken them like she took memories – not stolen, just copied.

She dragged her feet as she headed outside to her training, knowing it was going to end it pain. Her pain.

"You're here! Finally! I've been getting bored. Was thinking about killing that old lady two doors down. She really is such a pain, and she gave me an earful this morning about how it's wrong that we live together when we aren't married!"

"No!" Rogue nearly shouted, then calmer "No. There's no need ta kill her, she's old an' she'll probably die soon anyway" She tried to reason. Telling him it was wrong was useless. This tactic would work better.

She'd realised this when a random guy hit on her in a pizza place Wade had teleported them to. Wade had flipped out, and she'd tried to stop him, getting in his way, telling him it was okay, that she could deal with it, that she'd drain his ass if he tried to kill the guy.

Eventually he had seemed to agree, the guy had legged it and was long gone, and Wade had teleported them and their pizza home, sitting with her all evening and telling her all about the Olsen Twins and Bea Arthur, who he insisted she fall in love with, but not as much as she loved him, or he loved Bea.

He'd left house later, saying he was going to meet Weasel at the Hellhouse for a few drinks and to get an assignment from Patch. He always refused to take her with him.

Rogue waited up for him, feeling fond of him after the night they'd spent hanging out. He walked in to see her up, grinned and said he had a gift for her, handing her a package.

It was slightly warm, which she remembered thinking was weird, and she unwrapped the numerous layers of cloth to find a hand. The same hand that had groped her behind earlier. She hadn't spoken to Deadpool for two days until he'd caused such a scene when they were at their (Deadpool's) favourite chimichanga place that she forgave him just to shut him up. There had been shouting, screaming, pleading, serenading and death threats to the waitresses. It was just easier to forgive him. His singing voice was awful.

Shaking herself back to the present, she lowered herself into a defensive stance, sword in front of her, knowing that Deadpool would attack straight away. He did.

Launching himself at her, leaving the ground completely, he swing him blade in a wide arc, which would have slashed her across the chest if she hadn't parried the movement, before stepping swiftly to the side, letting him continue on past her. Never one to miss a chance, she swung at his exposed back, only to have Deadpool spin at the last moment, catching her blade against his and sweeping it clean out of her hands.

'No Rogue, you cannot go for the obvious moves like that, the idiot expects them.' White Box said in her mind, while Yellow Box chanted 'Kill the idiot, kill the idiot!'

She wanted to go for her sword put Deadpool would be expecting that, so instead she continued in her movement, ducking low to miss the swing of his blade and launched herself at him, landing a punch square in his stomach. He doubled over for a split second and Rogue leapt for her sword, before facing him ready for him to attack again, which he did. Her punch had been hard, but Deadpool's muscles were rock hard making it nearly impossible to wind him with a blow to the stomach.

This time she managed to block his attack and aim an attack of her own – she was getting better. When they had started she had just desperately tried to block his attacks – which led to them trading increasingly vicious and savage blows. He nicked her arm with his blade and she'd gashed open his leg, which annoyingly just healed right up.

Rogue was beginning to tire and she could see that her opponent was still bursting with energy 'How does he do it? Joys of being insane I guess' she thought bitterly, realising that if she didn't win soon, she never would. Taking the initiative she parried his next blow, before spinning suddenly to the right, ducking up his guard and leaping forward land the final blow, knowing he'd be fine.

At the last second – the last millisecond – she saw him shift and he angled himself just right, and thrust out his sword. Catching her straight through her middle.

All movement just stopped as they looked down to see the sword sticking out through Rogues sternum.

She gasped and the noise rattled through her, indicating a punctured lung. Blood poured out, pooling around her and she fell to her knees, dropping her sword and bracing a hand against the floor.

Lifting pained eyes up Rogue saw that Deadpool had removed his mask and was grinning down at her. GRINNING! As she bled out!

"Awkwarrrrd!"

"Ya…bastar'" Rogue gasped out, unable to finish her words due to lack of breath "Wha' are ya laughin' a'? Ahm dahhin" She stopped talking as her body was wracked with painful shudders. Then, to her horror, Deadpool's hand reached out and grabbed his blade, before pulling it from her in one clean movement.

She screamed and fell to the floor convulsing, her body writhing in pain.

"Well know I'm gonna have to clean my sword. Gee, thanks Rogue. Don't worry though. What with being a hero and all I'll still save you" He stated, before reaching out, grabbing her twitching hand and resting it against his exposed cheek.

After several seconds Rogue gasped and raised herself up onto her elbow, watching as the gaping hole in her torso closed up, her hand still on Wade's face. She sat up and pushed against him harder, pinning him to the floor as his energy continued to drain from him. The sword in his hand clattered to the floor.

"Rogue! You're taking too much! You're all better now…You're better…" He slurred off, staring up at her.

"This is f' stabbing meh suga." She drawled, suddenly filled with life and energy, ignoring Yellow Boxes shouts of 'Kill him! Finish the idiot'.

"An' this, is f' savin meh" She finished, leaning in and kissing him soundly on the lips. His lips moved, although in an attempt to deepen the kiss or to say something inane she didn't know, because moments later he went limp, signalling that he had lost consciousness.

Pulling back, Rogue let him go and stood, before snorting and turning away, strutting into the house, leaving Wade and the two swords lying on the ground.

Wolverine tried to growl, annoyance at the situation building, but he was too tired to muster the energy for real anger. Rogue had been gone for over two weeks and they had yet to find any trace of her. Deadpool had hid himself well and no-one at the Hellhouse – where Logan had gone in hopes of answers – had any idea where he lived or when he would be stopping in for a visit.

He tuned back in to the conversation as Xavier finished his speech. They were gathered in the War Room, in hope of strategising. Xavier had just been insisting that they don't give up, and that Rogue was more than likely alive. Logan agreed with this. Deadpool had been fascinated with Rogue, which meant that she would be alive, until he satisfied his curiosity. The state she was in however, wasn't something he wanted to guess at.

Scott took the lull in conversation to chime in "What if Rogue can't be found because she doesn't want to come back. She tried to defend the psycho when he murdered someone. I mean, this is Rogue, she's always been a bit of a loose cannon compared to the rest of us, and she must have had a chance to escape by now, it's been weeks."

This time Logan managed to muster up his growl before snarling "Just because Rogue doesn't see the world in black and white like you, doesn't mean she's suddenly abandoned us. If she wanted to leave, she'd at least get in touch and tell us. And escape? Deadpool? The guy is insane. If he doesn't want Rogue to leave, she ain't leavin'. Not without some serious backup and destruction. I don't even wanna think about what that git's doing with her."

"Wait, do you, like, think she's being hurt? 'Cos even though he's insane and all, he like, really seemed to care about her." Kitty chimed in, wringing her hands nervously.

"I don't really know kid. Your right, he did seem to really like her. He might be treating her like a princess for all I know, and I mean literally. But the guy can snap, just like that, and it's hard to know if Rogue's safe. If he decides to hurt her, I don't know how much she could defend herself." Logan answered, his voice softening now he was no longer talking to Scott.

At his words Kitty paled slightly.

"Let's not upset ourselves thinking about things like that" Jean cut in, ever the voice of reason "Scott, I don't think Rogue would just abandon us like that, we're her family. Now, we just need to keep looking. We'll use Cerebro to keep searching and we won't give up, not 'til we've brought her home."

"Jean is right" Xavier said, "Now we are all exhausted, I think we should get some rest for the night and start fresh in the morning. Kitty, pass the news along to Kurt, and ask him to go see Hank. Hopefully he will give him as all clear on his concussion and he'll be able to join the search. Also, Hank has informed me that there is no change. Ororo, Amara and Bobby remain unconscious and critically ill. We can only hope that this changed soon. Feel free to visit them in the medical bay whenever you wish, but you must not disturb Hank while he works. It is best to spend time with them all now, so there are no regrets later" Xavier finished sadly, quietly, and the others in the room all stilled in their movements. They knew that their three teammates were critically ill. They knew they might not wake up.

After a moment of hush they all rose slowly, grief and exhaustion showing in all of their movements, and exited the room, Logan last. Xavier stopped him momentarily, saying only "We will find her Logan. I don't pretend to know what will happen when we do. But we will find her, nonetheless."

So, how was that? Hope you enjoyed it.

Nice bit of bonding time for Rogue and Deadpool.

And it seems Storm, Magma and Iceman are all critically injured. Should any of them die? Ideas on who should die? Let me know your thoughts. Even I don't know yet.