Unbearable, throbbing, horrific pain. That was all she felt as she squirmed in the uncomfortable bed she had been strapped into for the past several hours. The tears stung and burned her eyes and she tried very hard not to cry because it was very painful to. She could smell nothing but the scent of burnt flesh…cooked human flesh…and it was coming from her body.

"Psst," someone called. It came from the cubicle next door and the only thing that separated her cubicle and the cubicle next door was a plastic curtain riddled with dirt. "Hey, Lassie, are you awake?" asked the voice from the cubicle next door.

She squinted her eyes in hopes that it would help her see better but her vision had been blurry since she had woken up with a throbbing head. "Lassie?" she asked, "who the hell is that?"

"Fuck Lassie," said the voice, "I think they electrocuted you a little too hard. They probably fried your fucking brain pretty bad!" exclaimed the voice. "Oh and you are Lassie by the way. Alaska, that's your name. And I'm Wade, remember?"

"No," she groaned, unsure whether to trust the voice.

"Goddamnit Lassie, how can you forget someone as spectacular as me? It's Wade, Wade Wilson!" exclaimed the voice, "I mean, it's completely fine for you to forget who you are and all that jazz since you're not really pretty awesome but it's unacceptable that you managed to forget about me too! I mean, how the hell can anybody forget about me!"

She opened her eyes tiredly and stared blankly at the ceiling decorated with glow in the dark planet stickers. Wiping the sweat off her forehead, she sighed to herself. Wade had put the stickers there a couple of weeks ago. According to him, her room needed a bit of flare and apparently the glow in the dark stickers will solve the problem. She rolled her eyes at his childishness. She crawled out of bed and noticed that it was only five in the morning. Knowing that she won't be able to sleep any more, she trudged to the living room and switched the TV on.

It wasn't long ago when she escaped the place that has become her personal hell. She wouldn't have been able to escape if it wasn't for Wade Wilson, the only friend she made in the facility where they were tortured and experimented with by sadistic scientists. It was during one of those torturous and sadistic experiments when she lost her memories and according to Wade, he suspected that they 'electrocuted her way too hard that it fried her brain as a result'…those were his exact words. As a result, she relied heavily on Wade to help her remember. They have been friends during her early days in the facility. They were roommates since they were literally only separated from one another by a curtain. Before she lost her memories, they would spend hours talking to each other when they were not being studied and experimented with. He told her how he ended up in the facility. Cancer and love brought him there. Meanwhile, according to Wade, she had told him that her mother had sold her and he reminded her about it when she lost her memories. In fact, he reminded her about the forgotten things she had shared with him. He was like the talking diary that any people with amnesia would need. He had no problem whatsoever blabbering on for hours about the things he knew about her to fill in her empty identity. She owed Wade a lot.

Wade was the reason why they were both able to leave the facility after it had been engulfed in flames which Wade also caused by the way. The explosion and the smoke that followed knocked her unconscious and while she was out cold, Wade battled the man who made their lives a living hell…a man named Ajax, a sadistic mad scientist. When she finally woke up that evening, everything was surrounded with flames and her mutation proved itself useful when she managed to freeze the entire place, stopping the fire. She found Wade easily. She thought he was dead at first given the fact that he had been impaled with a metal bar but not only was she taken off guard by the fact that he was still alive but he was also healing very fast from the injury he had. They left their personal hell that horrible evening.

Fast forward to the present day, she found herself living in an apartment with Wade, his girlfriend, Vanessa, and a blind old lady they affectionately call Blind Al who also happened to be their landlady. They met her in a Laundromat. At first, Wade didn't appreciate Lassie trailing after him like a lost puppy but that was exactly what she was, she was lost and all she had was him. She had no memory of her family or any other loved ones for that matter. In fact, she had no idea where in DC she used to live before and Wade himself had no idea too. She had to help Wade take down Ajax and take back Vanessa in order for him to finally agree to let her 'tag along' with him. He called her his sidekick…she was Robin and he was Batman. It was that sort of thing. For that reason, they worked together ever since. Despite his so-called 'superpowers' or in other words, his mutation, he refused to accept the offer to join the X-men, a group consisting of people like them or mutants. Since she was loyal to him and he was the only friend she truly trusted, she also refused the offer to join the X-men and instead, worked with Wade who took the persona of Deadpool.

Deadpool worked as a mercenary and that was how he earned his money and paid for his rent. He was a skilled mercenary who had no problem killing those who deserved death. Meanwhile, she worked as his getaway driveway and that was how she earned her income. He had trained her how to use the katana, in fact, he had given her one which he had stolen from a Japanese restaurant but unlike Wade, she cannot bring herself to conduct the kill. That job was for Deadpool who had no problem doing it. When she's not working as his getaway driver, Lassie spent most of her time with Blind Al and occasionally with Vanessa. The three were the only people she truly trusted in the world. While they know that they cannot help her too much when it comes to retrieving her lost memories, they were more than happy to create new ones with her and she was very grateful to have them in her life.

The smell of breakfast eventually brought the residents of the apartment to the kitchen at around six in the morning. Lassie was the cook and she had no problem being responsible doing such chore. Food, whether she was eating or making it, always made her feel good. It was a typical day in the household, everyone were gobbling down their breakfast with Wade eating majority of the food while ocassionally tricking Blind Al into giving him half of the things on her plate. The TV was on, as usual, due to Blind Al's request. She always liked to listen to the news and often, Wade would play tricks on her by putting the TV on mute. It just so happened that he was in the mood to troll Blind Al because not only was he stealing some of the food on her plate but he had also put the TV on mute and hid the remote. No matter how many times Vanessa told him to stop it, he would not stop being a troll and Lassie merely shook her head at his silliness. She always wondered how Blind Al tolerated him. In fact, she admired Blind Al's patience with all of them, they would be homeless if the old woman wasn't so kind.

"Why do you like listening to the news anyway? Don't you get tired to listening to all the bad news they talk about because I most certainly am!" exclaimed Wade that morning as he cut off Blind Al who was muttering something about Wade being an annoying, ungrateful little shit.

"It's better than listening to the shit that comes out of your mouth," muttered the old lady. Vanessa giggled at Blind Al's response along with Lassie.

"Here, Blind Al, go listen to your news," said Vanessa as she retrieved the remote from Wade. The older woman muttered a simple 'thanks' and reached for the remote with Lassie's assistance. Knowing where the unmute button was through touch, Blind Al successfully unmuted the TV.

The morning news was talking about the bombing of the Vienna International Centre. "…security footage reveal that the notorious Winter Soldier was responsible for the bombing…" spoke the news anchor. The security footage was shown on TV side by side with a picture of the Winter Soldier as the World War II soldier, James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes with his name captioned underneath the picture.

Sitting next to Blind Al, Lassie stared at the picture very hard. "I know that man," she exclaimed almost hysterically as she stood up from her seat. She approached the TV, stopping in front of it to have a better view of the picture. "I know him," she exclaimed. It was the happiest and most relieved that she'd ever felt since escaping from Ajax's wrath with Wade.

As she faced her companions, she noticed that everyone looked very confused, except Blind Al who looked the same. "Oh really," challenged Wade, "you gotta be living underneath a rock if you don't know who that dude is," he claimed.

"No, no," exclaimed Alaska. "I know him, as in I personally know him," she said confidently.

Wade folded his arms across his chest. "So you remember him?"

The smile on Lassie's face faltered. "No," she said, "but I know his face, I've seen him before-…"

"Duh, you've seen him in the news!" clarified Wade.

"No, you don't understand, I feel like I knew him, I know I've seen his face somewhere and it's not from the news," she argued.

"Sure, whatever you say," exclaimed Wade, clearly unconvinced.

However, when he learned that Lassie wasn't washing the dishes after breakfast like she normally does and he discovered her in her bedroom, stuffing a backpack with clothes, he was left stumped. "What the hell are you doing?" he demanded.

"I'm going to Vienna," she replied simply, "I need to see this guy, maybe he can give me some answers."

"You're being an idiot," sighed Wade as he collapsed on her bed. Clearly between the two of them, he was the one with more sense. Francis may have damaged his skin cells but in Lassie's case, he had damaged her brain cells as far as Wade was concerned.

"I need to fill in the void, Wade. You don't understand because it didn't happen to you. I need to find answers. I need to know who I am and this guy might be my key," she reasoned out.

"How about me? Am I not the key? I freaking told you your name when you woke up without a single memory!" exclaimed Wade, feigning his surprise at her words.

"And I thank you for that but reminding me what my name is doesn't automatically make you the 'key' unless I told you something in the past that you still haven't reminded me," she claimed.

"Well," hesitantly, Wade started, "you did mention a boyfriend called Bucky," he admitted. She paused and glared at him. Wade's eyes followed her every movement as she reached for her backpack and threw it at him. He didn't even move, he knew he deserved to be hit with her bag. "All you ever told me was his name, I didn't think it was that important," explained Wade.

"You're an asshole, Wade, the king of all assholes," she muttered, clearly vexed.

"Well there are a million people called Bucky in the world, I didn't know that the dude with the metal arm is your Bucky," he claimed. "Look, I'm man enough to say I'm sorry so will you please let go of my neck, it's starting to feel a little chilly and the last thing I need is for you to freeze my freakin neck."

She didn't even realise that she was in the process of strangling him and possibly freezing his neck. Quickly, she released him and collapsed on the bed next to him. "I need to find him. I need him."

"I know," sighed Wade.

"I'll pay you a dollar if you come with me and help me track this guy down," she offered him, opening one eye to glance his way.

"$2 along with your unicorn slippers and you got a deal," replied Wade.

She sighed, she loved her unicorn slippers. "Fine, it's a deal. Pack your bags, we're going to Vienna."

well guys, that's it!
sorry for the super late update, i honestly thought i uploaded this epilogue already :(

anyway, i hope you enjoyed this story and it's been a pleasure writing this story for all of you :)