Submission Name: Everyday
Author: SnowChaser
Pairing(s): Deadpool/Wade Wilson x Synn/Nicole Miller
Disclaimer: I do not own Deadpool/Wade Wilson. Nor do I own "Everyday" by Rascal Flatts. This fic was written solely for entertainment purposes, and I am making no profit off of it.
Author's Note: This is playing with an idea that cropped into my head. This is the first installment of a series of ficlets that I will be posting.. I know there's been a bunch of 'Pool/OC stuff as of late. This is movie-verse, I guess. Using the movie for basis of Wade's looks and powers, but the comics for... everything else?
Summary: She didn't know she was his saving grace.

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"The only one who gets me, yeah, you get me- it's amazing to me.How everyday you save my life.
Sometimes I swear I don't know if I'm coming or going,
But you always say somethin' without even knowingThat I'm hanging onto your words with all of my might,
And it's alright... yeah, I'm alright for one more night..."
- Rascal Flatts, 'Everyday'

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She didn't know that she was his saving grace, and she probably never would. An angel come to earth, it seemed- and it took a rough cough to bring his attention back.

"Everyone report back here at 800 hours." William Stryker fixed his rag-tag team with a steely gaze, lingering longer over one individual in particular. Petite, and dressed in a gold and black ensemble, the lone woman in the group stood out. Sandwiched between Wade Wilson and John Wraith, there was no denying that she was incredibly delicate, and therefore more apt to get into trouble. And Wade? Well, he could get her into just as much trouble as he could get her out of, and he often did. Of the team, she spent more time around Wade than anyone else. There had been a swift bond forged between them; first as teacher to student, and then it had gone into something not easily identified. It straddled that fine line between friends and lovers so awkwardly, one misstep would send them tumbling directly over the edge.

Either way, the woman was the one which would cause the most trouble. Thankfully, for the next several hours, she wouldn't be his problem anymore. So, with a sigh... "Dismissed." He turned on his heel, leaving them alone. He didn't have to watch them scatter to know where they were going, for the most part.

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Victor headed for the nearest bar. Zero and Dukes for the nearest strip club. Bradley headed for a pool hall, and Wraith decided to join him. That left Wilson and Miller... otherwise known as Wade and Nicole.

"Well, that's my cue. Have fun, doll." Wade turned away, only to find two small, slender hands on his arm. His head turned, brown eyes meeting a concerned, heart-shaped face. "Whassa matter, dollface?" His head tilted to the left quizzically. "Did Johnny-boy put a "Kick Me" sign on my back again?" He grinned. "No? Zipper malfunction? No?"

Her head shook vehemently. Because, now that they were alone, she could see the strain around his eyes; the dark bruising that he tried so hard to hide. There were lines of exhaustion at the corners of his eyes, and around his lips. Normally, his bravado was enough to hide it, but not from her.

"C'mon, doll, work with me here!" His grin, lopsided as always, wavered somewhat when he watched one of her sleek brows rise into an arch. "Oh, okay. I get it. I've got something on my face." He stepped to the nearest window, half-dragging the slender woman with him, to inspect his visage. When he realized that, in reality, there was nothing there, he tilted his head to look at her again. "What gives, dollface?"

She swatted at his arm with a half-hearted slap. He feigned pain, rubbing at the spot and giving her a little dramatic pout. "Wade, stop it."

"Stop what, babydoll?" He teased.

"Stop calling me doll, and dollface, and babydoll. You know I do not like it." She huffed, crossing her arms across her chest. That move never failed to irritate him; she was effectively blocking a great view.

"Sorry, Nic." He sighed. "You know how I get."

"I do." She gave a little chuckle.

"So... you hungry?" Wade struck his most charming pose. He used his words, and smile, like candy sometimes- they were as good as cash. "I know this great little Italian place. Good food, good wine, some dancing." He smirked, teeth a flash of white. "You'll like it, Nicci-girl. I promise."

"Are you going to eat something this time?" Her voice wasn't accusing, only curious.

"I told you, I was sick last time we went out." He brushed it off swiftly- too swiftly.

"You have been sick for over a month now, Wade. I am concerned."Dark eyes met his, worry shining through. It was a sight that caused a hitch in his chest. There was a good reason to be concerned- one that he wasn't willing to share with her. He had to distract her. Fast.

"Nothing to worry your pretty little head over, Nic. I'll be okay. Just havin' some trouble shaking this cold, is all." One big hand, calloused from frequent use, came up to brush an errant strand of black hair off her cheek. "Now. Are you hungry?" He lowered his head, playfully butting his forehead to hers. This was the Wade she hardly ever got to see; this almost gentle, sweeter side of the merc with a mouth.

"I am a bit peckish." Her lips curved in an affectionate smile. She couldn't refuse him. Never had, actually.

"Well, why are we standing around in the cold, then? I promise, Nic, you'll love it." He held out an arm for her, which she slipped under. It was a buffer against the cold, and a blatantly protective gesture. It also served to slow his much longer strides as he led the way.

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"Was that not the best shrimp Alfredo you've ever had? Huh? Huh? Stick with me, Nic. I know all the best places." Wade loved to boast, especially when the slender Egyptian woman was this close to him. It hadn't been love, or even really like, at first sight. But now, he couldn't imagine life without the lovely creature nearby. She was the only person who tolerated his almost ceaseless chatter- and knew the best ways to shut him up. "Man, I can't believe you ate that whole plate, Nic. I mean, look at you! Where do you put it all?" He tweaked her ribs, making her squeal with laughter.

"Hey, I will work it off!" She protested with a laugh. "Besides, you had some too." She didn't add that he had only taken a few miniscule bites, which really didn't count for much.

"True, I did." He grinned, before stretching in a yawn. This close to him, she could feel the exhaustion coursing through his veins... and that little niggle of 'something's not right'. But she dared not probe further, for fear that it would drain her, and irritate him. Wade Wilson was not the kind of man who liked being mollycoddled. Still, there was something she could do. A temporary fix, but still helpful.

"Tired?" She tilted her head, one brow arching.

"A bit. Why?" His eyes sought hers, head tilting in adorable fashion to the left. "You ready for a nap?" She nodded. "Okay, Nicci-girl. Let's go back to the hotel and crash for a few hours, 'kay?"

"Sure." She yelped a few seconds later, when he scooped her into his arms. "Wade?! What are you doing...?" After a brief moment of flailing, her arms locked around his neck. Her head tilted to look up at him, eyes curious.

"Taking you back to the hotel." He grinned down at her, again brushing his forehead against hers, sweetly. "Even with you in my arms, I can walk faster than you."

"Thanks to your awesome ninja skills," she deadpanned, before breaking down with a little giggle.

"S'right, Nic." He grinned, shifting her in his arms. He didn't talk much for the rest of the walk; not because he had nothing to say, but because he was concentrating on carrying her.

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Normally, they would have booked adjourning rooms. Today, without the threat of being caught (until 800 hours, that is), the pair could sleep in relative comfort. One room would suffice. Now, he was lounging on the bed while Nicole fiddled around in the bathroom. From here, he could hear the low, throaty alto of her humming. The sound was as familiar as his own voice, and he paused for a moment to consider that.

He knew he was a looker- had since he was a teen, and used it to his advantage. In his younger years, he'd always had access to a variety of girls on weekends. As he grew older, he never went without a woman (or, admittedly, two or even three) to warm his bed. Yet, as he and Nicole had grown closer, these trysts had slowed, and finally ceased altogether. He had her to warm his bed now, and somehow that was enough. There was a warmth to her that his other girls had lacked; an acceptance of him, and not just of the way he could make her feel- but of the man himself.

Not that he had actually done anything with Nicole. Much as he enjoyed having her near, he still hesitated. Not only was it against every rule that Stryker had erected when women were allowed to join the team (breaking the rules really didn't phase Wade in the least), but it went against something else. Because to act on his impulse would ruin the friendship they had built up over the past few months.

He was snapped from his reverie when the bathroom door swung open, and Nicole stepped out. Clad in a pair of sweatpants and a tank top, she looked like the classic girl-next-door. And it was dangerous. Still, she climbed into bed beside him, wriggling under the sheets and curling up like a kitten beside his taller frame. In response, he moved onto his back and opened an arm to hug her close. She shifted, head coming to rest against his chest, an arm sliding up to rest against him. She smiled, inhaling his scent, and he mentally cursed. He could have sworn he heard the beginnings of her purr.

"Comfy?" He queried, smirking when she lifted herself to stare at him.

"Of course." The retort was softer than he expected. "You?"

"Yeah." He reached up with his free hand, tangling his fingers in the silky black expanse of her hair, before pulling her down and sealing his lips over hers. A brief, chaste moment of contact, and he released her as though scalded. Her lashes fluttered open, eyes dark pools of something he couldn't readily identify.

"Wh-what was that for?" She licked her lips, a nervous habit.

"Nothin', Nic." He sighed. Whatever had possessed him to act on that particular impulse, he wasn't sure. Either way, she was acting strangely, and he wasn't willing to push the issue. "Go to sleep now, sweetie."

"You are okay, Wade?" She frowned as she lowered her head to rest against his chest.

"Yeah. I'm okay."

"You are sure?" Her voice was like silk in the darkness, tinged with worry that made him blink. It had been a long time since a woman had actually given a damn about him. That was part of the reason he loved her. She could always make him feel just that tiny bit better.

"Yes, Nicole. I'm fine." As if to prove it, he snuggled her closer, pressing a kiss to her forehead as though this were a purely plutonic relationship. "Now go to sleep, sweetie." His eyes slid closed. He was tired, so tired. All he could think about was sleep. Content with the warmth of the woman beside him, he began to drift off, only to be called back by dulcet tones.

"Wade?"

"Yeah, Nicci-girl?" His voice was heavy with the promise of sleep, but he still responded. He always did.

"You make a good pillow." With that, she settled into a more comfortable position, and began to doze. Wade, however, remained awake, contemplating the woman in his arms.

She was, truly, his saving grace.