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TERRY ROLLED OVER IN THE HOTEL BED AS SHE attempted to get some well needed rest and relaxation. X- Force had been on the road as of late and so they were staying in this hotel, taking a well- needed and deserved rest from . . . well, everything.
She groaned as she heard a hollow tap at the window. At the window? Impossible. She was on the second story. Who could be tapping at the window. She reached over to the lamp by the side of the bed and clicked it on as she looked outside.
The familair, red- clad figure waved.
Terry sat up and pryed her eyes open. "Deadpool?"
"Hi, Terry."
"What are ye doin' here this time of day?"
"I thought it was night."
"That's what Aye. . . what is it? I'm tired."
"I . . . I was going to stuff a firecracker up Warpath's behind, but I can't seem to find him."
"I've no time for yer shenagins. I need me sleep."
"Certaintly not beauty sleep. Proudstar's got that covered."
"Wade . . . what do ye want? Seriously."
"Seriously?"
"Yes, seriously."
"I . . . I wanted to talk to you."
"About what?"
"I . . . are you sure you don't want to help me stuff a firecracker up . . ."
"And if ye make one more joke about me teammates, Aye swear . . ."
"I just want to talk. About what happened . . . last time we met."
"At the Field of Dreams?" (Deadpool # 12.)
"Yeah."
"Well? What is it?"
"I . . . I was serious about what I said. I did need you then."
"Then why did ye attack James?"
"Well, the Elephant Man wanted his face back . . ."
"Deadpool . . ."
"He attacked me."
"Why on earth would he do that?"
"Maybe he was jealous of my dashing good looks."
"Wade, seriously. It's 2:00 and ye're goin' to keep me up all night."
"Okay, well, maybe I made fun of him just a little bit . . ."
"What did ye say?"
"I . . . well, nothing, really."
"What did ye say?"
"I just made a few Indian jokes."
"Well, that makes sense of why he attacked ye!"
"They weren't even mine, Terry! Honest!"
"Wade . . ."
"I got them from the Big Book of Politically Incorrect Jokes!"
"Honestly, Deadpool . . . will ye just be serious for a minute?"
"I . . . okay."
"I didn't believe that ye really needed me because I had figured that ye wouldn't have attacked Warpath like that."
"I . . . Terry . . . I needed you. And you . . . you let me down."
"Wade . . . you are being serious."
"I said I would be for a minute. There's still thirty seconds left."
"Well, shoot."
"I . . . you left, and I got drunk. Somebody . . . somebody else, with an image inducer . . . she pretended to be you. And I was drunk . . . and . .. and we . . ."
"Wade . . ."
"I thought she was you, Terry. -sniff- I thought she was you, and she wasn't."
"Wade, I . . ."
"The minute's up."
"I didn't realize that you were being serious then. I didn't believe you. I'm sorry. I . . . I'm sorry. If ye need me now . . ."
"Well, I don't now."
"What."
"I'm going to be a cosmic messiah. That sort of thing doesn't leave much time for L-O-V-E."
"So, then, why did you come here to talk to me?"
"I wanted to know why you didn't help me when I needed it. Right now, though, my life's in order . . . I just wanted you to know that I'm okay, and I'm trying to keep my nose clean."
"Wade, that's . . . decent of ye."
"It's difficult to keep my nose clean, though. Especially with Warpath stinking up the place."
"Wade . . . if ye just want to talk . . . I'll be happy to talk with ye."
"But I thought I was going to end up keeping you up all night?"
"Doesn't matter."
"You don't need much beauty sleep anyway."
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