Wade &#39;Deadpool&#39; Wilson

Deadpool leaned back to sit on his desk, raising his hands, knife still in one, to do something pretty damn close to spirit fingers. "Magic. Or demonic possession, I was kinda lost on the details. But he's back to normal now so there's no need for me to have another warrant for my arrest. Or for Tex and the scary principal lady to kick my ass."

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Rikku looked at Jude again, and then at Deadpool. And then Jude. And then the tape. And then closed her eyes.

"Fumigating your office. I'm such an idiot. I can't believe I fell for that."

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Deadpool looked down, resembling a puppy who knew he did something bad but hopes that sheer adorableness would save him. With a knife.

"You didn't need to see him like that," He replied, not sounding very sorry at all. "He wasn't afraid of me."

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"It wasn't me!" Jude blurted out. "I was a total jerk and I'm sorry and I would never do that to you and -" He shut himself up suddenly and started inching towards the door.

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Rikku reached a hand out, to stop him, but held it a couple of inches away. Her voice, when it came, was tentative. "I know. I mean, I didn't know, but I ... I guess I should have. I thought I broke your head or something."

She took a breath. "Are you hurt?"

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Jude shook his head quickly. "N-not really." He shot a nervous look at Deadpool.

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Rikku looked between the two of them and didn't believe it. But he didn't seem to be missing any body parts, and he wasn't bleeding, and she was going to be thankful and leave it at that.

She cleared her throat and looked between them again, feeling like she was stuck on-stage and didn't know her next line. Crap.

"Don't leave," she said to Jude. And then turned back to her mentor. "You're right. I didn't need to see that. I ... should I say thank you?"

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"I'd be a crappy mentor if I let my minions get hurt," Deadpool replied stiffly. Because saying 'I care about you and seeing you hurt makes me hurt' would be too much of an emotionally healthy and weren't enough Lifetime movies in the world to get him to say something so girly.

This was the kind of situation where a normal person would have left Rikku and Jude to discuss his magic induced groping and douche-ish behavior. Deadpool, on the other hand, stayed where he was, lest Jude have a relapse.

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Rikku nodded, a bit teary-eyed because ... she just was, okay!? "Thank you." And she swallowed hard and turned back to Jude.

The hardest thing about this was that she just wanted to throw her arms around him and have him squeeze her until she felt safe again, except for the bits of her that weren't sure they'd be okay with that just yet.

No, the hardest thing was the way he kept not looking at her.

No, it was seeing that duct tape on the chair and wondering if he thought that she'd sent Deadpool after him for revenge.

Maybe all of it was hard.

She fussed with her hair nervously. "Did you ... do you know how you got cursed? What kind of spell it was, or how it got you? Do you ... r-remember anything? Of what ... happened?"

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Jude shook his head. "Uh . . . well . . . kinda. I was hanging out with Lana and talking about you. Not you! Well, yeah, you, but like, me 'n' you, y'know? And she said something about confidence and . . ." He shrugged a little, finally lifting his head to look at her, his eyes haunted and hurt.

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Just looking at his eyes made her heart hurt. Rikku felt her own eyes tearing up again. "Confidence," she repeated softly. Well, he'd certainly been pretty sure of himself. And her. "And then ..." She looked away, unable to finish that thought. Besides, she didn't need to ask if he remembered that bit; the look on his face already said it.

She hugged her arms around herself, tightly. "Sorry about ... punching you. Well, not sorry, 'cause I had to, and you totally deserved it, not you I guess, but ... you know what I mean." She hoped he did. She certainly didn't.

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He nodded quickly. "Yeah . . . I know." He swallowed and looked towards the door. "Y-you want me to leave you alone now?"

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Rikku shook her head. "No. I mean, I don't know what I want. Unless ... unless you wanna go. I guess you probably do, huh?"

She looked at the chair again, stomach rolling. "I didn't," she blurted out suddenly, "I ... didn't mean for, this to. Uh. This wasn't. Like. 'Go kill him for me.' It wasn't ... even when I thought it was you."

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"I didn't think so," he assured her with a small lift of his shoulder. "I mean, we're like, y'know . . ." He swallowed. "Y-you don't want me around anymore, r-right?"

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"I thought ..." A single tear escaped, and she squeezed her eyes shut to keep the rest in. "With what happened, and you didn't call or anything, so I thought we were. I mean." Rikku swallowed. "I've been telling people we're ... broken up ... for two days now. And I've hated it every time I've said it."

She looked over at him. "This ... wasn't your fault. I mean, right? It wasn't. This wasn't, like, 'here's a spell for, what you're really like and your girlfriend doesn't know.' It wasn't. Right? You're not ... it wasn't you. Wasn't your fault."

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Jude winced when she said 'broken up'.

"No. Wasn't me. At all. I would never . . . n-not like that. Never if you didn't want me to."

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Rikku nodded quickly. "Yeah. I know. I mean, I did know, I do know, I just ... it was so scary." She shivered. "You were mean. You're never mean. It was like ... you were someone else and you'd just been pretending all along. I felt sick."

There was a pause. "I don't know ... I mean, it's all kinda weird now, and ... it's probably gonna be weird for a bit, but ..." Rikku took a deep breath. "I don't wanna be split up. If you don't. I don't know how things are gonna be for a bit, but ... I don't want that."

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Jude's head snapped up and he actually let himself smile. A small and very wobbly smile, but a smile nonetheless. "Really? You - you still want . . . me?"

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"Yeah," she said softly. "I mean, I'm gonna need ... some time for ..." Mentor in the room. No mentioning smoochy sessions. "... everything, but ... yeah."

Rikku stepped forwardly tentatively, arms still wrapped around herself, and rested her forehead lightly against his chest. "I missed you."

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Jude looked towards Deadpool and hoped he wasn't going to get his arms broken for this.

Very very slowly, his hands came up to rest on her upper arms - almost a hug without the actual, y'know, hugging bit. "I'm sorry," he said quietly.

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No groping so far. Deadpool was pretty sure it wasn't going to happen again. Pretty sure. Especially now that he knew what would happen if he tried any of that with out any spirit fingery magic going on.

He cleared his throat loudly. "Well look at the time. Looks like it's time for me to go home and make sure Yuki hasn't killed poor little Cotton Candy over that manuscript of his." Pause. "Hopefully they won't be on the kitchen table again." He shuddered. "There isn't enough bleach in the world to make me eat there ever again."

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Rikku straightened up, nodding up at Jude as she stepped out of his arms. "Yeah, and ... yeah. What you said." Okay, she hadn't followed half of what he'd said, but that was okay.

She turned to Deadpool and gestured vaguely. "I, uh, thanks for ... the whole ..."

The heck with it. She leaned forward and gave him a squeezy hug, sniffling. "Thank you."

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Wade froze, arms raised slightly, and stared down at Rikku. After a few moments of mental flailing and, though he'd never admit it, a bit of physical flailing. He patted her back awkwardly.

"...you're welcome..."

And look at that. All it took to shut him up was a spazzy blond teenage girl. No need for grenades or duct tape.

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