Yeah, so after watching XMEN ORIGINS I definitely felt more than a little bad for Wade Wilson. He totally got screwed over in that movie, and even in the original comic book he still had a pretty lame setup. This one is mostly movie based in the sense that when you imagine Wade think of Ryan Reynolds, but at the same time his backstory will be mostly drawn from the comic book. If you remember in the movie where he mentioned bringing his swords to his ex-girlfriend's wedding, this is that girlffriend. Anyway I don't own any of the XMEN characters, Deadpool, noone except for Rona at the moment. And as always read and review!

Prologue

"Hey."

"Jesus! Don't scare me like-Wade?"

"Long time no see. Miss me?"

"No, no I don't."

"You're lying babe, know how I can tell? You bite your lip, when you lie. It's hot I admit, and even a little distracting, but yeah, still lying."

Wade let a hand palm Rona's stomach. He could feel her breath hitch as his finger settled on their once familiar spot. He slid a hand under her shirt and she slapped it away turning to face him. Her mismatched grey and violet eyes glared at him, her lips were curled in an angry pout. He licked his lips and took in her face which if possible, looked even more cute when she was angry.

"Lemme alone Wade."

"Come on, it was an accident! I mean sure I brought my swords, but I didn't plan on-"

"Plan on what? Plan on whippin' em out at my wedding!? You bastard," Rona cried as she pushed him. For all the effort she put forth he didn't move an inch. She pushed him again and turned away facing the window again.

"How did you get in here anyways?"

"You never took the key back."

"My mistake, give it here."

His hand moved back to her stomach and he caressed the smooth flesh slowly with his thumb. He pulled her against him, her back feeling insanely good leaning against his stomach.

"You're sick,"she whispered.

"Yeah, you could say that."

"You're dying Wade."

"But you can't say that."

"Wade," Rona whispered as she tried turning around. He held her fast against him letting his chin rest on her shoulder.

"You, Rona, that's it, no replacements, no substitutions. I don't want anything else a'right?"

"I shouldn't feel the least bit sorry for you. I shouldn't because you're a murderer, because-"her throat shuttered close and she closed her eyes.

"You're pissed off I know, wouldn't want you if you weren't but, uh...can I come back t'morrow?"

"Give me the damn key, Wade."

Lips pressed softly against Rona's neck. It settled just below her ear and held firm for three seconds. She missed it, she couldn't deny it, but he had hurt her, betrayed her in the worst way possible.

"Not yet, I don't feel up to B&E everytime I come droppin' in."

"I don't care, Wade-I just," she spun out of his grasp finally getting a good look at him. Same short brown hair, same rogueish smile, lovely sculpted body, all of it the same. She glanced at the swords that rose from their places on his back and frowned.

"I trusted you."

"And I fucked up, I fuck up often, you know that."

"And now you're dying."

"No, now I'm gonna go get some shit done about it. I'm not dying Rona, not until I get you back."

"You're an idiot."

"But I wanna be your idiot," he said his grin softening. She realized he was serious, or at least as serious as he could ever be. She touched him again, she could feel the cancerous cells dividing and multiplying at an ungodly rate. He didn't have outside of six months and that was if he was lucky. She doubted he would be that lucky.

"I'm married."

"I'm single and I'm the sick one, so tell the husband that he can kiss my ass. 'Sides I saw you first, green hair 'n all."

"That was a bad dye job and ya know it."

"Yeah, but he doesn't, so pick me. Pick me," he said heavily.