Slash, AU, etc etc. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13.
Seeing as this is the Final Chapter, I wouldn’t normally ask this, but I would really appreciate comments. They are love, and this is the longest fanfic I’ve ever written. Please tell me what you think of the whole thing.
Thank you, cabledeadpool! Kiss kiss. Life needs more Cable/Deadpool.
“Hey, Rogue, you seen Weasel?” asked Wade, impatiently tugging on the girl’s sleeve.
Only a goth could give such a glare as she shook her head and continued trying to persuade Principle Lee to rebuild the school with a bigger arts studios. Wade left them, and continued looking for his best friend. He spotted Warren and Kurt.
“You look like you got run over by Dieter’s Anonymous,” said Wade, coming up to them, “You guys seen Weasel?”
“No, I am sorry, friend,” said Kurt shaking his head.
Did he just call Wade friend? Wade blinked before turning to Angel, who replied in the negative.
“Good luck finding him,” said Warren, waving.
That was almost… nice. Wade spotted Jean-Paul and Bobby making out nearby, and headed over to ask them where Weasel was.
“The kid with the glasses?” said Bobby, grinning, “I don’t know, I only have eyes for one guy…”
Jean-Paul lightly shoved Bobby and said, “Oui, I saw him. He was, how do you say it? Very depressed. He headed back to the school. Now that it is no longer on fire…”
“Thank god for the Québécois!” exclaimed Wade.
Dodging firemen, students and various authority figures, even ducking under Mr. Roger’s arm, Wade managed to get to the school. It was in complete shambles. Weasel was hanging around the perimeter, anxiously darting his eyes through the rubble.
“Weasel!” cried Wade, “Buddy ol’ pal, ol’ chum! I’m so happy to see you! I haven’t been so happy since the Spice Girls got back together! Well, except half an hour ago when I had my own soundtrack and I was tasting tongue…”
“Wade!” Weasel spun around and said, “I thought you were still in the wreckage! Bob said you went back to the school, and I never saw you leave.”
“Sorry, that’s what bodysliding’s for,” said Wade.
Weasel looked at the ground, twisting his hands and shifting his feet nervously. He looked up, adjusting his glasses, before looking away again.
“Um, Bob said that he told you that I was feeling, um, you know…”
“Yeah. It’s not like I lo—lo--- like --- um…”
“No, it’s cool,” said Wade, “You’re my best friend. I should have spent more time with you instead of Nate. Don’t worry, Nate’s not my new best friend.”
“Naw, he’s my boyfriend.”
Weasel stared at him, and Wade almost thought that he could see his friend’s eyes getting watery.
“You- you- got together?”
“What? What’s wrong? Did you read our last issue? Even the writer got teary-eyed! That’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
“Heh,” said Weasel, wiping his eyes, “You never got it, did you? I always – I mean, I lo- lo- I really like you.”
Wade was taken aback as he said, “Like like? Or BFF like? Or Bea Arthur like?”
“Like like,” said Weasel, “Although, maybe a little Bea Arthur-like.”
“Whoa,” said Wade, utterly shocked by the extent of the like, “I never knew.”
“No duh, your gaydar’s not even plugged in.”
Wade scratched his head uncomfortably, and before he even opened his mouth, Weasel said, “Just friends. I know. Your heart belongs to Nate, blah blah, insert Titanic theme song here. Speaking of the devil…”
Nate came over, looking a little sad. He lent forward to kiss Wade on the cheek, but suddenly stopped and awkwardly turned to Weasel, who was glaring at him.
“Everything sorted out?” he asked.
“Have fun with your new boyfriend, Wade,” said Weasel, who couldn’t bring himself to like the guy who stole Wade away.
Weasel turned around and walked off, shoulder’s hunched, hands in pockets. He glanced back at them, just as Nate put his arm around the main character’s shoulder. He felt like ice cream.
“Weas!” Wade called, “Still best friends, right!”
“Yeah,” Weasel called back, forcing a smile, “Still best friends!”
And he left. Wade snuggled into Nate’s arm, and put his hand around his boyfriend’s waist.
“He’ll be alright, right?” he asked.
Nate pulled Wade closer and replied, “Yeah, he’ll recover. He might have to watch all four seasons of Stargate: Atlantis without any breaks, though.”
Wade giggled, and asked, “Are you leaving now? For the fewcha?”
“I was thinking…”
“A dangerous pastime.”
“I was expected to stay here for years, you know. Until the Phoenix Force awakened. The future doesn’t need me at my current age. I might as well graduate, maybe go to college…”
Wade ecstatically kissed Nate, pulling away to say, “You sure?”
“Yeah, I think so,” said Nate.
They kissed again, longer and more passionately this time. Suddenly, Wade pulled away with a gasp.
“Oh no! I totally forgot about the kind lady I keep locked away in the janitorial closet on the second floor!”
That’s all, folks! I would like to thank everybody and everyone, including that baby born five minutes ago. *wipes away a tear* I’m so happy. ‘Till next time! Don’t go changin’!