Prologue

He was watching her.

Her graceful moves, her lack of wanting to accept the awfulness of the situation they were in, the glint of something he himself could not afford, shining in her eyes…hope.

Wade sat quietly with his back to the wall, head pressed to the cold stone, he didn't dare to move too much…the pain was too much to handle even for him.

When did it happen? Hmmm…he didn't remember anymore. Damn cancer…so much for a remission. This time his own healing factor wasn't enough. He needed the one with much higher rate..like Wolverine's. .

"You alright?" Crap. Her voice was melodic for his ears. It would be sooo much easier if she would be talking like one of these computer mailboxes..

She stood up from the place in the corner of her cell and came closer to the bars that were connecting their cells. Her bright eyes concerned. For him?..Was she concerned for him?

"Hey…"

"Don't worry 'bout me, sweetcheeks." He managed finally. "No need to.."

She just nodded, accepting this as his answer. At the look on her face he could guess that she wasn't happy about it but wasn't about to argue.

Smart girl. He smirked to himself. Definitely a diamond in a pile of stones.

How right he was..a pure diamond.

He watched as she slide to the floor, her delicate arm still holding the bars. For a split second he considered to reach for it but decided against it. He shouldn't touch her. Plus it wouldn't be very pretty if he starts coughing and spitting blood right in front of her. And he knew almost for a fact that it would happen. With his luck he could probably even vomit on her. And again – damn cancer.

He turned his head. Even this action came with such consequences as quick drumming pains in his spine and an unpleasant taste in his mouth. But a second later there was something else..the shiver ran through his body as a reaction to the unfamiliar feeling. With almost inaudible 'uh..' muttered mostly to himself Wade rested his eyes on a small hand that was now holding his larger one. She didn't say anything, he didn't prompt her to, she didn't look over at him when his own fingers closed over hers, accepting the tiny amount of comfort she was offering. But right now at this moment of pain paralyzing him and thoughts of death floating freely through his mind he wouldn't trait it for the world.

And although it was oddly easy for him to sit in the cell holding hands with the beautiful blonde prisoner Wade couldn't help but wonder if she would still be so kind to him knowing that he was the one dragging her to the facility not so long ago…

Or I could just act like Scarlett for once…and think about it tomorrow. With that thought in mind he clenched his hand around her fingers even tighter if that was possible.