I am so, so sorry everyone! I had my brothers wedding, backpacking round Italy, Moving to University and getting settled in, not to mention the untimely and unfixable death of my laptop, to contend with.
So I just want to say a massive thank you to everyone who has followed, favourited, and especially reviewed this story. It's so encouraging, so thank you.
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He was getting antsy. Rogue could tell. Deadpool obviously wasn't the sort of person who sat around the house for extended periods of time. Neither was she in all honesty. She couldn't even imagine how much she had missed at the institute. And school, although that was less of an issue in her mind. Still, as she currently sat barricaded inside her bedroom while Deadpool trashed the house in a manic fit, she thought she would even rather be in school surrounded by people who hated and feared her for what she was.
She flinched suddenly as something crashed into her door and tensed as his rambling, cursing voice got closer. She needed to get out of here soon. Agreeing to stay had seemed like a good idea initially; it had kept Wade happy and it meant she got a break from the mansion for a little while. But she had thought he meant days not weeks!
She sat trapped in her room and her thoughts for immeasurable minutes until finally, finally, the noises slowed and stopped. After giving it another few minutes, just in case, she eased the furniture out from in front of the door, gently opened it and stepped silently out into the hallway.
There was destruction everywhere. Chaos.
She moved down the stairs slowly, all her senses on high alert, and started towards the kitchen, when suddenly the backdoor flung open and there stood Deadpool, swords in hand. Rogue froze. Tensed. Waiting.
"Sooo, errr, I think I need some new plates, and I'm kinda hungry. Wanna go out for dinner?" He asked. As if destroying your house was a regular thing. 'Maybe it is when you're him' she thought.
"Well… Ah, um. Maybeh Ah should go home now. Ya're clearly goin' stir crazy stuck in this house all th' tahme. An' Ah miss mah friends" She tried gently, not wanting to set him off again.
"NO!" Rogue flinched back, and Deadpool carried on, slightly quieter, "You're right, this house is driving me mad, the same furniture everyday etc. so we'll just go out for a bit-"
"We go out all th' tahme for-"
"-to my favourite bar! All my friends are there Roguey and you'll love it!"
"-…oh, umm. Is that safe? Plus, Ah do need ta go home at some point. Ah miss mah family, an' Ahm suhre they miss meh too. They'll be getting' worried."
"Okay, okay, but not yet. You gotta come test out your new skills first. I'll pick up a job while we're in the Hellhouse, nothing too big. It'll be funnnn, come on! I know old Whitey in your head wants toooo."
"Hmph, Maybeh Ah have White an' Yellah a bit better trained than ya do" Rogue stated, before flinching at the sudden noise in her head, created by the vehement denials of this by White and Yellow, 'Behave ya'll and you'll see my boobs later' and the noises stopped.
"Fahne, Ah'll come. But just this once an' then ya take meh home. Deal?"
Deadpool simply grinned in response and threw a sheathed sword at her, which she caught and attached to her back.
"Do Ah get mah makeup now, seein' as how ya're takin' meh out socialisin'?"
In the end Deadpool had refused to give her any makeup and received a kitchen knife to his thigh in retribution. Now they were stood at the entrance of the Hellhouse that Deadpool had teleported them to and Rogue regretted ever coming here. This was not the place for an X-Man.
Deadpool sauntered in, throwing the front doors open and calling out "Honey, I'm hooome" to the vicious looking mercenaries inside. Rogue stuck close to him, keeping her head held high but not making eye contact with anyone, as they made their way to the bar.
"Patch! How ya doing? It's been a while" Deadpool greeted the man behind the counter.
"Yeah, it's been almost peaceful 'round here. Was wonderin' when you'd show you're face" Patch replied.
"Well I'm after an assignment, ya know…" Deadpool began chatting away tp Patch, discussing assignments and goings on, while Rogue sat herself on a barstool and wished she were elsewhere.
"You here with Deadpool kid?" The woman serving behind the bar asked. She looked a bit rough around the edges but then, who didn't in there.
"Yeh, Ah ahm" Rogue almost sighed.
The woman moved away for a moment before reappearing and placing a bottle of beer down in front of her with the words "Make it last kid, fuck knows you'll need it if you're with him".
"Hey, I resent that Mary, Rogue here has been having the best time staying with me" Deadpool chimed in.
"Yeah, I'm sure. Just so you know, people have been in here asking after you two" Mary replied.
"Who?" Deadpool replied, his voice lowering and instantly sounding more ominous.
"Weasel knows, go talk to him, I got work to do" Mary said, walking down the bar to serve others.
Deadpool stood and looked around, before stalking over to a bespeckled man in the nearby, leaving Rogue alone to sip at her beer.
She felt curious and turned her head slightly, angling her ear towards Deadpool and this 'weasel' person, in an attempt to overhear the conversation.
"…woman with green…just you…Mary…big man, real angry looking…after you and a girl…sat over there then…pick her up?-"
"That'll be Wolverine…green hair?...HEY ROGUE! KNOW ANYONE WITH GREEN HAIR?" Deadpool suddenly shouted over.
Startled at almost being caught listening she jumped slightly and then shook her head, before turning away and leaving Wade to his conversation. It sounded like Wolverine had been in here asking about then.
'Does that mean they're close to finding me then? Do I want to be found?'
'Course not!' Yellow Box chimed in suddenly, 'Hush up, I wanna go home, but I don't want them to fight.'
'But we loooove fights' She heard Yellow reply.
'And who is that other person with green hair? Although Weasel did say "only you" to Wade so that's probably nothing to do with me.' 'Well we certainly don't know anyone with green hair' White box said.
She was startled out of her conversation with herself and Wade's voices by Patch dropping a small file in front of her.
"That's fer you and Deadpool. Although if you know whats good for you girly then you'll get out and far away from him."
"He's naht all that bad" She heard herself replying, instantly wondering why she was defending him.
"We're all that bad little girl, but Deadpool? He's worse. If you think for one second that he gives a damn about you as more than just a little pet that he'll kill when he gets bored of it, then you need a kick in the head" A voice sounded from her right.
She looked over and saw a giant man, with skin so place it was almost white and reddish hair. He had on black trousers and a long black coat, left open to reveal a huge expanse of chest.
"Ya'll speak as if ya know him pretty well" Rogue muttered, attempting to sound disinterested. Still, the pet comment and death threat had hit home. Hadn't Wade himself likened her to being a pet, and he had offered to kill her because she was sick once.
"I know enough little girl" He replied, "Deadpool is-"
"AWESOME! Yes I know, I just can't help myself though" Deadpool said, coming up to stand at Rogue's left.
She picked the file up and handed it to him, turning her back completely on the guy that was plaer than even her.
"Patch was just tellin' meh that this is th' assignment."
"Sure, sure, well then, let's go earn money!" Deadpool replied, grabbing her out of her chair.
She pulled her arm free of his grip and glowered at him briefly, "Don' go pullin' meh around Deadpool. Ah haven' finished mah drink."
At this he looked at her, before patting her head. She shoved him off before taking her stool again.
"Looks like the little lady doesn't want your company that much Deadpool" The pale man said.
"Nahh, she's just sour 'cos she heard how I spent all last night doing yo' mama" Deadpool responded in a childish and somewhat gangster voice and Rogue face-palmed. This really was too much.
'I know that would have been you Yellow, telling him to say that.'
At this the pale man leapt to his feet, knocking his stool over, "You always know just how to piss me of Deadpool."
'Haha, me in Wade's head is awesoooome!' Yellow cheered in Rogue's mind.
"Not my fault you're a mama's boy."
'Now you've set off a whole fight! I can't be doing with the blood if I'm honest."
Pale man threw a punch in Deadpool's direction which he blocked, then returned.
'Best to simply ignore it Rogue, you know how we love a good brawl. Just enjoy your beer' White advised.
Deadpool and the other man were full on fighting now, weapons drawn, while other mercenaries cheered them from their positions around the bar.
Rogue simply sat and followed White's advice. Deadpool loved attention, so the best way to get revenge on him for making a scene, was simply to ignore the scene he was making. Especially considering there were no innocent lives at risk. She didn't consider anyone in the Hellhouse an innocent. 'Maybe not even me anymore. I've sat back and ignored or forgiven so much from him. Even that guy and the hand incident.' Rogue shook her head sadly at herself, 'I didn't even try and find out whether he killed him or just cut off his hand. Pfft. Just cut off his hand. Like that sentence deserves a "just"'.
The fight was coming to an end now. Both opponents had done damage to one another, although Deadpool had healed right away, and Patch had had enough, coming out with a gun and threatening to put them both on probation. Rogue had no idea what he meant but it seemed to calm the fight down.
She turned to watch as the pale man turned to walk away and saw that as Deadpool made to head over to her, a woman with green hair – who must have arrived during the fight because Rogue hadn't seen her previously – approached him and began speaking in low tones, standing way to close for Rogue's liking and resting a hand on his arm.
Deadpool looked gratified that his fighting had won him this woman, before suddenly he tensed. Not many people would even notice it but Rogue knew him. She lived with him. If he had switched from relaxed to tense like that then either he was about to have an episode, or the woman had said something he didn't like. She guessed it was the latter because he hadn't started destroying stuff yet. And yet he also hadn't removed the woman's hand from his body, or her head from her shoulders.
Grumbling slightly at the idea she could have read him wrong, Rogue turned back to her drink, before upending it as she downed the rest and slammed the bottle back on the bar.
'Now, now. No need for temper tantrums because he likes some woman. Is there? Or is there Rogue? Are you, perhaps, jealous?" She heard White say in her head. Refusing to reply she simply shook her head rapidly, as if trying to push out an errant thought.
Suddenly Deadpool appeared beside her, grabbing her up into his arms and hitting the button on the teleporter before she had the chance to even blink.
"What th' hell Wade?!" Rogue exclaimed, still dizzy from the unexpected teleportation. She went to step back to shout some more but found that Wade still had his arms locked tightly around her, trembling slightly.
'Not good. Not good! NOT GOOD! What do I do guys? If he snaps into a fit when he has hold of me like this I'll be dead before I can even try and drain him. But if I attack him it might send him into a fit if he's not in one already!'
'Ummmmmm….' Came the extremely unhelpful reply from White and Yellow. Clearly an emotional Deadpool was not something they could handle.
Unsure of what else to do, Rogue took a risk, and wrapped her arms around him, turning their hold into a pseudo-hug. Which weirdly felt nice. Well not weirdly she supposed. She knew she had started to care at some point. Maybe when he'd saved her one of the times. Or when she realised he cared about her even when he would slaughter others with a smile on his face. Or when she had kissed him. 'I think it was the chimichangas'.
After a few moments stood like that Wade abruptly pulled back as stared down into her face.
"That was the green haired woman who'd been looking for me-"
"Ah guessed."
"-and it turns out she works for Mr. Sinister. Her name is Malice. They wanted to hire me. If she'd seen you there, if she'd known, then they'd have been there in a second. Hell, offer enough money to the other mercs and they'd have helped. I had to get you out of there-"
"Well ya did, Ahm safe now" She said, touched he'd been so concerned until-
"No. You're not." Rogue froze. Had he been offered money for her? Had he taken her away from Hellhouse just so he didn't have to share the bounty on her head? 'But I thought-'
"Other people in Hellhouse saw you with me. They heard me call you Rogue. It won't take long to get out and when it does they'll come looking."
"So…?" Rogue left the question hanging in the air that suddenly felt so heavy between them. Like she couldn't breathe.
She watched carefully as Wade reached up and pulled his mask off, revealing his horrifically scarred face, before he carefully, more slowly than she'd ever seen him move, leant forward and claimed her lips with his.
She gasped slightly, stunned at the idea that someone would kiss her willingly, and he took the chance to deepen the kiss, his hands coming up to grip her arms, and suddenly she felt herself responding. Stepping closer, against his body and kissing him back, her hands resting lightly on his waist, before he pulled away.
Rogue, feeling suddenly bereft of contact moved closer and heard him chuckle lightly before pressing a light kiss to her forehead.
She glanced up to see that he looked exhausted but very much alive after the prolonged contact with her, just in time to watch him open his mouth to say the last words she'd have ever expected;
"Rogue, I have to send you home."
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