tlm1633 and sarcasticlover93 suggested that I make a sequeal where Jamie meets Deadpool. This chapter is horribly late. Deadpool is a horrible person he makes everything very difficult. Really, he didn't want to play along. Every time the script reading started, Jamie was all cool and Deadpool would just purposely mess up. So it took a while. Here it is though, enjoy! (I still don't think I got Deadpool really right)

Deadpool studied the house. It was a quaint little thing. It was cottage like, three bedroom place with a picket fence, lush grass and what looked like pink curtains from where he stood. Wilson provided that this was the place his daughter was living at. Jamie, Wilson provided again. Wilson's princess. He wasn't sure it was such a good idea that he be the one to talk to Wilson's kid, but the part of his mind that was Wilson, was persistent. She should be around thirty now. Stryker had told her Wilson died. From what Deadpool gathered, the kid had taken him up on that. Wilson wanted to see her now. It's been six years since Wilson last saw her.

He went to the front door and knocked on the door. A couple of minutes later the door was opened by a bare-chested man dark haired man. Not Chase West, Wilson provided. Nick. Jamie's friend, Wilson informed him. Nick studied him, brows raised. Deadpool wondered if he really looked that different from Wilson. "Can I help you?" the boy asked. Well man now, if one really went into it.

"Is Jamie here? Wade Wilson would like to see her." He responded.

Nick glared at him and stepped forward, shutting the door behind him. "Prove it." The kid talked like a cop. "I'm not sending you in there without some concrete evidence that you are in fact Wade Wilson and trust me asshole. If you are not, I will fry you." A small heated little ball formed in the man's hand. Wilson wondered briefly when the kid discovered he's a mutant. And why he was so defensive of a married woman. Deadpool just cared about the fact that the kid was in fact a cop.

"You were her best friend since primary school. She used to date a guy called Chase West later married him. She's a telepath. She's a kindergarten teacher. Her mother is Lydia Carson. She's afraid of showers, she thinks she'll drown. She's a vegetarian." He rattled the stuff off that Wilson provided.

Nick snorted. "That's public stuff. Stuff you can get on a file somewhere. You will get that on Wilson's military file. I want something personal."

Wilson sighed in his head. Deadpool wondered what was so bad about that question. "Jamie had a sleep over once, you and your sister, if I'm not mistaken. I nearly skewered you because I didn't know that." That couldn't be on file from the way the kid's eyes widened.

The green eyes set into a glare almost immediately again. "Where the hell have you been?" he snapped, keeping his voice low. Deadpool raised his brows. "She's been convince you are dead for the last six years!" he sneered angrily. "Do you have any idea what it did to her?"

"Can I come in?" he asked instead. What else was he supposed to say? Until very recently Wilson hadn't even thought he'd like to know of the existence of a kid.

The door opened before Nick could say anything. "Nick? What are…Oh, hallo." She smiled at him. He remembered her suddenly. The way Wilson remembered her. The memories. He wished the memories of Wilson life would stop. But he liked remembering her. The pale diamond blue eyes, the snarky attitude over the years. Everything, he remembered her. Without Wilson's help.

He moved too fast for Nick and hugged her tightly. "Princess," he murmured softly, "I missed you." The girl was rigid in his grasp.

"Stryker lied, it's your dad." Nick told her. "I'll let you guys talk." He said as he went inside.

"Daddy?" she whispered in response to what Nick said.

He let her go. "You grew up. What's Nick doing here? Where's Chase? How have you been?" she held up her hands before he could go on, just staring at him. "What?"

"Where were you?" she asked. Her voice was soft, as if she was scared speaking louder would make him disappear. Wilson warned him that this was the part where she would probably probe him mind. "You're not dad," like that, "what happened?" she asked sitting down on the grass.

He followed her example and grinned behind the mask. "Wilson got sick. Stryker made a deal. Jimmy killed me. I regenerated, now here I am. Wilson wanted to see you. He's in here somewhere you know." He said leaning back on his hands.

"What type of sick?" she asked studying.

"Cancer, runs on his side of the family." Deadpool shrugged.

Jamie studied him for a minute or so. She was quiet so he started talking. About nonsense in general. He wasn't sure if it was a sudden nervousness that made him just babble or something else. But talking filled the silence and she smiled and laughed and reacted pretty much the same way she did with Wilson.

He glanced at his watch and waved. "I've got to go. Job to do 'n all that crap. You call me if you need anything, ok Sweetcheeks?" he told her as he got up. "And trust me, you took this way better than I expected."

She looked up at him from the ground. "Sure. Genetically you're still dad. You should come around whenever you want." Deadpool nodded, thanked and was off.

He missed the little girl that appeared momentarily on her face. She didn't let the tears fall. She just wished that it was her dad, her real dad not the total stranger that was so much like him, yet not him. She didn't want to know why he always wore a mask and that outfit, she didn't want to know why his name was Deadpool. She'd just accept him as he is now.