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JIGSAW

'for those who can't find love. Fuck love, find crazy, your kind of crazy, and run with it.'

Deadpool Copyright by Marvel (Obviously)

Jigsaw Copyright (not really) by Iland Girl

Chapter 2

Jenna stared up at Wade with a flicker of fear.

He had said it, the one thing she had been trying to keep under wraps for so long. Most people had their suspicions considering how young she looked. Yet the majority didn't have the audacity to ask, and those that did usually backed down when she challenged them.

Wade raised a brow, knowing he hit the mark on that one the moment she clammed up. She probably fooled a lot of people, but there was just something off about her that bothered him all night.

"I-I'm not…" She began, but an eye roll from Wade had her halting her own words.

"Oh save it. You tried your best, but the jig's up kid. Now let's go tell Weasel he's committed another felony." Wade said while motioning for her to go back inside. She could hear him mutter under his breath while he did so. "Worst hooker ever."

Jenna was so ashamed she didn't even argue with him. Instead she made her way inside the bar and sat in one of the chairs quietly like a student waiting at the principle's office. She kept her head slightly down and her fingers laced in her lap. Worry for what would happen flitted through her imagination, and she wondered if she should make a run for it now. That dream was shot down too quickly as Wade came back with Weasel in tow. The bar was empty now, and Jenna felt acid fill the pit of her gut when she realized she was all alone with two men.

"Here I thought you were the smart kind of guy Weasel. Well, okay maybe smart was the wrong word. Crafty? Sneaky? Anyway, I thought you would've been smart enough to at least check her ID. Did you even bring one?" Wade asked. Jenna slowly fished out a small wallet from her pocket and produced her fake ID. Weasel took it before Wade rolled his eyes.

"Twenty Three? Please. If you were twenty three the fountain of youth must've been in your backyard." Wade teased. Jenna glared, her eyes narrowing.

"At least I don't outdate the history book, living fossil." She quipped back. Wade raised a brow, finding it rather amusing. Weasel was one part distraught and five parts frustrated. He was frustrated with Wade for causing such a scene and being, well, Wade. However he was also distraught that he had lost, yet again, another server. Probably his best one too.

"Look, kid, you can't be playing around like this. Do your parents even know where you are right now?" Weasel asked, looking at the alarmingly well done fake ID before handing it to Wade to look at. Jenna nibbled on her bottom lip without saying anything.

"How old are you anyway?" Wade asked, looking over the ID before looking to the real being in front of him. Jenna took in a breath before speaking.

"Seventeen. I'll be Eighteen in seven weeks," she said while trying to sit up straight. "I understand that what I did was wrong, but I really, really need this job."

The two men looked from her to each other before Wade shook his head. Jenna did her best puppy dog eyes as they glanced at her one more time. Both equal parts moved and annoyed by the tearful look she gave.

"This is all you." Wade said quickly, handing the ID to Weasel. The smaller man glared at the mercenary before turning back to Jenna. He paused for a moment before shaking his head and handing her back her fake ID.

"Sorry kid, but I can't have any minors hanging around her. Go home, see your family. Do… I don't know what. Do kid stuff." Weasel said. Jenna visibly deflated, but she nodded and took a breath.

"Millennial stuff huh? Guess I should start wearing yoga pants and talk about being a millionaire at twenty five. Maybe start a cupcake business." She said before standing up. Jenna looked to both the men before frowning softly. "Well, it's been…. Not fun, but weird. Goodbye."

With that, she left the bar, both men's eyes wandering after her.

Jenna dropped her insanely fake smile as she exited yet another establishment. She walked around the corner before parking it on the curb and sitting down with her knees tucked to her chest. That had been her fifth interview in the last three days, but nobody was really willing to hire such a shady looking girl who didn't have any background information. As far as any checks went on her she was practically invisible. It wasn't like Jenna was trying to purposefully not get a job, but it was insanely hard for her to do so.

Jenna took a breath before leaning back on the palms of her hands and letting her head drop back. She sighed and closed her eyes for a moment. She could swear the smell of pizza was strong right now, and the more she breathed deeply the better it smelled. Almost like it was right in front of her. At least, she would've realized it really was a slice dangling in front of her if she opened her eyes.

Finally a piece of cheese dangled and touched her nose. Jenna's eyes flew open and she ducked away out of surprise.

Wade Wilson stood there, a brow raised as he balanced a large pizza box in one hand while still offering the pizza to the small girl.

"You look down, pizza?" He asked as she gathered herself. Jenna took a breath in, smelling the aroma and feeling the saliva gather in her mouth on reaction. She went to take it, but Wade pulled his hand back suddenly. "Ah ah! I just want to know one thing."

Jenna deflated visibly much like that night in the bar. She stood up and dusted herself off before crossing her arms and glaring at the much larger man. Around them shops were beginning to close down for the evening and Jenna was painfully reminded that she had to find somewhere for the night and soon.

"What, Fossil?" Jenna challenged. Wade just shook his head.

"God you millennials and your attitude toward your elders," Wade dangled the pizza in front of the girl again. This gained her attention as she watched the cheese swing back and forth as it slowly stretched downwards. "I want to know why Mommy and Daddy still let you out of the house."

Faster than Wade could react Jenna swiped the slice from his hand. It surprised him when he saw her holding it carefully before looking up at him.

"Mom's dead, Dad's a dick." Was all that came from her mouth before she chomped down. Had he any room to judge he would've berated her terrible table manners as she practically inhaled the slice. He paused for a moment before offering her another. She reached out for it but paused to look him in the eye. Jenna expected something to happen, whether he pulled it away or dangled it further in her face. Yet when nothing happened she slowly took the piece and Wade watched her with mild concern. He'd noticed she was edgy whenever someone got to close, but this made him wonder what sort of attacks she'd had to deal with.

"Well, I guess I'm going to the bar now. They've got this new waitress. Kandy. Spelt with a K. She's….. Tasty… But not a very good server." Wade said as he began to walk backwards from the small girl devouring the slice of pizza. It had been her biggest meal all day and she was starving. She eyed him while he retreated, wondering what his game was.

"Well I can't see her name on any college applications." Jenna retorted between bites. Wade gave her a mock scolding look as he stopped.

"Hey, that's harsh. And besides, the best things in life need a more… Hands on approach." Wade said before waving that notion off as Jenna raised a brow. "Never mind, would hate to wreck that little innocence you've got there. There was a point to this story…. Oh right! The point is that the bar could use another server."

Jenna finished the last of her pizza before giving a look to Wade that questioned his sanity.

"You do realize Weasel hired and fired me within the same day, right?" Jenna asked rhetorically. Wade shrugged from side to side before gesturing to her.

"I know but…. Here's the thing. The bar is gunna be pretty packed tonight and, well, I'm sure Weasel would take any help right now. Not to mention you look like bait just dangling on a hook sitting out here in the dark." Wade said in a rather convincing tone. Jenna took in a breath and considered his words carefully. It couldn't hurt, considering the fact that Jenna had no other options to go with. The entire thing nagged at her though. This man lumbering around with a half eaten pizza bothered her.

"What do you want from me?" Jenna asked, and from the tone Wade could hear years of distrust nailed to her vocal chords. She saw him coming from a mile away and knew he was no good. She wasn't wrong, but Wade wasn't entirely willing to explain himself to her. After a quiet standoff Wade finally caved.

"So this girl, Kandy? She does this thing where she-" Jenna cut Wade off and held her hands out in defence.

"Nope, no thank you. Spare me the details and the images of Kandy blowing dust off your relics." Jenna said with a gesture towards his crotch. Wade fought back a smirk as he feigned hurt.

"That would've pained me, if I had a heart. But the thing is Kandy is tired after work, and she doesn't like her job." Wade slowed his speech near the end in an effort for Jenna to better understand. The small girl nodded, raising a brow and crossing her arms.

"So you want me to work so that Kandy works less and you can get laid?" Jenna asked. Wade paused, smiling at her before quickly nodding.

"Yep."

Jenna paused for a moment, thought about it, but ultimately shrugged.

"Okay." She said. Wade looked a little surprised before grinning.

"Okay?" He asked. Jenna rolled her eyes and shook her head. When she looked back to him there was a playfulness in her eyes, but she was definitely keeping up a defence.

"Okay, I'll go back," she pointed at Wade accusingly. "But if he kicks me out again you owe me more pizza!"

"Deal. And for that, you get another slice." Wade said while teasing the teenager by opening the pizza box again. Jenna walked up to him, but didn't take a slice right away. She just stood in front of him for a moment and looked him in the eye. He had soft eyes, considering how nasty he looked. Intimidating Despite his soft voice. Jenna wondered why such a kind eye belonged to such a horny old man.

Meanwhile Wade was curious of the kid too. He could see the cogs of her brain working a mile and minute and for a moment he expected to see smoke. Instead he could see the hard lines of silent furry in the girl's eyes, and he wondered if she was always like this. She'd be a pain in the ass at the bar, but something told him she needed this job more.

Jenna almost made him jump when she swiped the piece of pizza so fast he barely saw her. She smirked at his reaction before she began to walk towards the bar. Wade rolled his eyes and wondered if he'd just signed up to play babysitter. Taking his last piece of pizza, he tossed the box in a nearby trashcan before wandering beside the small girl on their way to the bar.

"You know I hear this pizzeria has a miniature brigade of vertically challenged individuals." Wade piped up while they walked. Jenna hummed in response as she ate. "So if this doesn't work out you could always try there. You'd fit right in. Ow!"

Wade hadn't been lying about the bar being busy.

By the time the two had waltzed in it was already loud and stuffy. Kelly was running around with drinks everywhere as Kandy flirted with any man who gave her a second glance. Weasel felt like screaming as he sprinted between putting drinks down for Kelly and for men who had sidled up to the bar. Needless to say it was a very busy 10pm and Weasel had his suspicions.

Not a minute after his thoughts left did he see the pain in the ass that caused the most trouble at the bar. Wade Wilson walked in with the jailbait right next to him. They made their way quickly up to the bar, with Jenna holding onto his jacket to not get separated in the throngs of barflies.

"Now I know what you're thinking-" Wade began as he near the bartender. Weasel shooed him off as he continued to serve.

"Not now Wade, I'm busy." Weasel said as he continued to serve. Things weren't going the greatest though as more than one angry patron had threatened to stab his eye out. It wasn't until Jenna hopped up onto and over the bar that he halted what he was doing. She tied up her hair and immediately started taking orders. Weasel caught her hand as she reached down for a glass and shook his head at her when she looked at him.

"No no! Out! Not you!" Weasel argued. However within seconds patrons were yelling at him.

"C'mon man! Let the lady serve!"

"She makes better drinks than you!"

More shouts came and Jenna gave Weasel a shrug and a grin before gesturing to the crowd.

"Your public awaits." She said. Weasel grimaced lightly before letting the girl go. She got to work immediately, working swiftly without complaint. It wasn't long before even the hardiest attendee was turning in for the night with satisfaction. Wade had remained to watch the entire thing pan out; well that and Kandy was almost done her shift.

Little did he know that Kandy wasn't feeling it tonight, and so Wade sidled up to the bar to have a night cap with a sigh. Weasel was wiping down the bar, looking over to where Jenna was cleaning tables and putting away chairs for the night. Wade glanced over to the rented mule for a moment too.

"It sure was busy tonight." Weasel commented. There was a pause before Wade nodded slowly.

"Funny, everyone seemed to think it was buy one get one tonight." Wade said as he looked to Weasel. The smaller man rolled his eyes at the other's antics.

"Can't imagine how that got around." Weasel commented while leaning against the bar. They both looked to Jenna again. "Seriously though Wade, a minor?"

Wade tutted as though to correct what Weasel had been saying.

"She'll be eighteen soon enough. I'm surprised, of all the things you're worried of getting caught for in this bar it's a minor. Don't you get one in a shitty bar start up kit?" Wade replied smartly as he looked to Weasel and polished off his drink before slapping it back down on the counter. Weasel shook his head before grabbing the glass He leaned down a bit to Wade and said in a lower voice.

"I wasn't talking about the bar." Was all Weasel said before he turned and began to clean up again. Wade backed up a bit in his seat. Confused, he turned to look at the hard worker, currently unaware that she had been the topic of conversation. He thought for a moment, shrugged, and then shook off what Weasel said as nothing more than verbal harassment.

After all, he wasn't that kind of asshole.

Oh Wade... If only you knew what I had instore for you...

Hey! I'm super pumped that this story is being well received! I've got some seriously kinky ideas for this story int he future, and it somehow (despite being deadpool) is a story about growing up, and both Wade and Jenna have growing up to do in different ways.

Thank you for stopping to read this, and I really hope the banter in well received. I tried to get into the mind of Wade Wilson, but let's admit it you don't have to tread too far into the looney bin to find his vip room. If anyone can think of other witty things for them to argue over, please, I would LOVE to hear it!

Can't remember if I wrote it out but this is taking place around... Eh, close to 5 years before the start of Deadpool. So batten down the hatches guys! It'll be 20 chapters. So not very long at all. I'm trying to make their relationship realistic but there will be a few time skips!

Not entirely sure what else I need to tell you but I feel the need to ramble... Cookies! Hooray!

Cheers!

Iland Girl