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tamingthemuseFandom: Deadpool
Title: Time Enough
Characters: Copycat (Vanessa Carlysle), Deadpool (Wade Wilson)
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tamingthemuse 157 juxtapose
Word Count: 1003
Rating: PG
Summary: Wade is diagnosed with cancer.
Author's Note: I actually wrote something that wasn't for a kink meme? Shocking! :O
i.
When the pain starts, Wade is somewhere in the Guatemalan countryside. A sharp ache lances through his side, enough to wake him from a dead sleep, and he’s so disoriented at first that he’s certain he has been stabbed. Even as he reaches for the gun he keeps tucked beneath his pillow, Wade swipes his hand across his abdomen, expecting to feel blood smeared there. But his fingertips are clean when he draws them away, and a thorough search of his pitiful tent turns up nothing.
Wade settles back into his makeshift bed and stares at the peaked roof, the palm of his hand resting just below the curve of his ribs. As he waits for the pain to subside, he struggles to remember what he’d eaten earlier in the day. Nothing comes to mind. Maybe he’s losing his stomach for this line of work. Maybe he’s developing a conscience.
Yeah, right. More likely developing Montezuma’s revenge, or whatever it is that they call it in this god-forsaken patch of rainforest. It’s a shame, really; it’s beautiful here, but all Wade has seen is ugliness, and he’s going to be seeing a lot more of it before he leaves.
He thinks of Boston, how soft ‘Nessa’s hair is, how she lights up like a damned Christmas tree when she sees him. It’s strange, feeling wanted. A man could grow used to that, really. Maybe even him.
ii.
Wade has two weeks in Massachusetts, two weeks where he can forget the outside world and just focus on him and ‘Nessa.
She remarks on how many TUMs he’s popping, and he laughs it off, tells her that he’s getting old and has an ulcer. ‘Nessa tells him to go to the doctor, but Wade just brushes her concern aside. He doesn’t have time for that; he says that he just wants to spend every minute with her, and that statement gets her off his back and onto hers.
But at night, when ‘Nessa is curled up beside him and the pain keeps him awake, Wade is scared. Scared to go to the doctor’s, and scared not to go, and he’s not sure which is worse.
He isn’t frightened when he goes on a job. He might get a rush of adrenaline when he’s in the heat of a fight, but it’s never like this, never this paralysis that numbs his fingers with dread. Wade isn’t worried about someone killing him; he figures that it comes along with the territory. But the thought of something inside of him doing him in, that his own body might turn against him…well, that’s worse than any mercenary he’s ever faced.
iii.
In Hanover, even the TUMs can’t keep the sour bile taste away, and he finally breaks down and sees a physician. She’s young and pretty, with dark hair and dark eyes, and she seems pleased that he has such a mastery of the German language. She talks about performing an ultrasound, that it’s probably gallstones and nothing to worry about.
Wade watches her as she scans his abdomen, flinching when she presses down too hard, and those dark eyes glance over at him, a flash of worry evident even as she tries to keep her expression blank. It’s a little tic, something that most people probably wouldn’t even notice, but Wade makes a living on little tics like these, and so he notices.
She’s oozing cool professionalism when she asks him to step inside of her office, so different from her friendly manner from before, and Wade asks if he can go to the bathroom first. He walks out of the doctor’s office and doesn’t stop until he’s back in his hotel room.
iv.
He waits until he’s back in Boston before going to a doctor again. Wade tells ‘Nessa that he has a meeting about a potential job, which is enough. He doesn’t ask about her job, and she returns the favor.
This time the physician is a man, a fatherly looking fellow who probably has a stash of lollypops to hand out to his younger patients. He orders a battery of tests – ultrasounds, CT scans, the works – and when Wade returns to his office a couple of days later, images are strewn about on the doctor’s otherwise tidy desk. There are two in particular that seem to trouble him, and he places them on a light-up screen, pointing out the shadows in one that aren’t present in the other.
Wade just blankly stares at the juxtaposed images, familiar words washing over him – family history of pancreatic cancer, masses observed, metastasis, palliative care. The doctor mentions other tests, but Wade doesn’t need any more of those. He knows. He’d seen the truth in the doctor’s eyes in Hanover, in his own eyes when he looked at his reflection in the mirror, in his mother’s eyes during those horrible months before she’d finally succumbed to death.
He can almost hear his dreams shattering like glass, beautiful shards landing at his feet.
v.
Wade doesn’t tell ‘Nessa, and he won’t either. He doesn’t want to put her through the agony that he had experienced as a child, and he doesn’t want to see her do it, either. His last memories on earth will not be of ‘Nessa’s face pinched with fear and exhaustion.
He has three months, maybe six. Ninety days. Two thousand hours. It’s not enough, but it’s all he has.
Time enough to break ‘Nessa’s heart sooner instead of later. Time enough to do a couple more jobs, to save up a little for ‘Nessa, to maybe get lucky and find his end in a bullet instead of in a hospital.
Time enough to die, and little else.
also posted here
[week 26]
Title: Time Enough
Characters: Copycat (Vanessa Carlysle), Deadpool (Wade Wilson)
Prompt:
tamingthemuse 157 juxtaposeWord Count: 1003
Rating: PG
Summary: Wade is diagnosed with cancer.
Author's Note: I actually wrote something that wasn't for a kink meme? Shocking! :O
i.
When the pain starts, Wade is somewhere in the Guatemalan countryside. A sharp ache lances through his side, enough to wake him from a dead sleep, and he’s so disoriented at first that he’s certain he has been stabbed. Even as he reaches for the gun he keeps tucked beneath his pillow, Wade swipes his hand across his abdomen, expecting to feel blood smeared there. But his fingertips are clean when he draws them away, and a thorough search of his pitiful tent turns up nothing.
Wade settles back into his makeshift bed and stares at the peaked roof, the palm of his hand resting just below the curve of his ribs. As he waits for the pain to subside, he struggles to remember what he’d eaten earlier in the day. Nothing comes to mind. Maybe he’s losing his stomach for this line of work. Maybe he’s developing a conscience.
Yeah, right. More likely developing Montezuma’s revenge, or whatever it is that they call it in this god-forsaken patch of rainforest. It’s a shame, really; it’s beautiful here, but all Wade has seen is ugliness, and he’s going to be seeing a lot more of it before he leaves.
He thinks of Boston, how soft ‘Nessa’s hair is, how she lights up like a damned Christmas tree when she sees him. It’s strange, feeling wanted. A man could grow used to that, really. Maybe even him.
ii.
Wade has two weeks in Massachusetts, two weeks where he can forget the outside world and just focus on him and ‘Nessa.
She remarks on how many TUMs he’s popping, and he laughs it off, tells her that he’s getting old and has an ulcer. ‘Nessa tells him to go to the doctor, but Wade just brushes her concern aside. He doesn’t have time for that; he says that he just wants to spend every minute with her, and that statement gets her off his back and onto hers.
But at night, when ‘Nessa is curled up beside him and the pain keeps him awake, Wade is scared. Scared to go to the doctor’s, and scared not to go, and he’s not sure which is worse.
He isn’t frightened when he goes on a job. He might get a rush of adrenaline when he’s in the heat of a fight, but it’s never like this, never this paralysis that numbs his fingers with dread. Wade isn’t worried about someone killing him; he figures that it comes along with the territory. But the thought of something inside of him doing him in, that his own body might turn against him…well, that’s worse than any mercenary he’s ever faced.
iii.
In Hanover, even the TUMs can’t keep the sour bile taste away, and he finally breaks down and sees a physician. She’s young and pretty, with dark hair and dark eyes, and she seems pleased that he has such a mastery of the German language. She talks about performing an ultrasound, that it’s probably gallstones and nothing to worry about.
Wade watches her as she scans his abdomen, flinching when she presses down too hard, and those dark eyes glance over at him, a flash of worry evident even as she tries to keep her expression blank. It’s a little tic, something that most people probably wouldn’t even notice, but Wade makes a living on little tics like these, and so he notices.
She’s oozing cool professionalism when she asks him to step inside of her office, so different from her friendly manner from before, and Wade asks if he can go to the bathroom first. He walks out of the doctor’s office and doesn’t stop until he’s back in his hotel room.
iv.
He waits until he’s back in Boston before going to a doctor again. Wade tells ‘Nessa that he has a meeting about a potential job, which is enough. He doesn’t ask about her job, and she returns the favor.
This time the physician is a man, a fatherly looking fellow who probably has a stash of lollypops to hand out to his younger patients. He orders a battery of tests – ultrasounds, CT scans, the works – and when Wade returns to his office a couple of days later, images are strewn about on the doctor’s otherwise tidy desk. There are two in particular that seem to trouble him, and he places them on a light-up screen, pointing out the shadows in one that aren’t present in the other.
Wade just blankly stares at the juxtaposed images, familiar words washing over him – family history of pancreatic cancer, masses observed, metastasis, palliative care. The doctor mentions other tests, but Wade doesn’t need any more of those. He knows. He’d seen the truth in the doctor’s eyes in Hanover, in his own eyes when he looked at his reflection in the mirror, in his mother’s eyes during those horrible months before she’d finally succumbed to death.
He can almost hear his dreams shattering like glass, beautiful shards landing at his feet.
v.
Wade doesn’t tell ‘Nessa, and he won’t either. He doesn’t want to put her through the agony that he had experienced as a child, and he doesn’t want to see her do it, either. His last memories on earth will not be of ‘Nessa’s face pinched with fear and exhaustion.
He has three months, maybe six. Ninety days. Two thousand hours. It’s not enough, but it’s all he has.
Time enough to break ‘Nessa’s heart sooner instead of later. Time enough to do a couple more jobs, to save up a little for ‘Nessa, to maybe get lucky and find his end in a bullet instead of in a hospital.
Time enough to die, and little else.
also posted here
[week 26]
