So this is my first drabble(s). I decided to challenge myself and wrote a drabble according to every letter of the alphabet. It was . . .fun for the most part. Here's A-E! Lol I hope you all enjoy these and please, Read and Review!

Warning (and I really hate warnings, but whatever): man/man, rape, death, language, violence, more death, probably thoughts of suicide, gushy love, fluffy love, and whiny Wade.

Adroit- skillful and cleaver.

Wade wasn't exactly sure how it happened, but then again it was Wolverine we were talking about. Anything could be possible with that man.

He and Logan were fighting . . . Again. About what, Wade wasn't sure. Something to do with him not being seriously committed to his current relationship or something along those lines.

"I'm going to leave you don't start taking us seriously."

Tch, whatever. Logan would never leave him, he's just too irresistible.

Wade woke up the next Sunday mourning, the usual aroma of bacon and eggs absent from the air. Maybe, they were going out today. But when the Merc walked around the small cabin and saw that Logan and his belongings were missing in their rightful places, air rushed from his lungs and his heart clenched at an unknown feeling.

Logan really left.

Wade searched for his lover all day, his soul and heart threatening to break at an moment.

When he came back home that night, Wade grieved into Logan's pillow quietly. His whole reason for living was gone-no where to be found, without an adieu or anything!

"I told you I would leave."

Wade shot up ay Logan's voice so near. He was back! The Merc latched onto the feral's shirt front, promising never to let Logan down again. Never to let him go and to always love him, no matter how much of an ass he was being that day.

Billet-doux - A love letter.

At first Logan just thought his imagination was playing tricks on him. But he swore he saw that crazy ass Merc around the mansion sometimes. It was mainly at night, but now it was happening in broad daylight, like right now, walking through the woods.

When Logan was sure he was going to start ripping the place apart, a small piece of paper floated in front of him, suspended in the air by a fish hook and string. The feral growled and tore the paper from the hook and read the scribbled writing.

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

This is really sappy,

But I think I love you. -DP

Logan lowered the piece of paper to find Dead Pool himself standing with his boot scuffing in the dirt, hands behind his back, and head bowed. Logan thought he looked down right cute, and couldn't help but to laugh. "That really was sappy."

Choleric- Easily angered.

Wade pushed everyone's buttons. All. The. Time. But today he did it to a new height, mainly because he wanted to hid his hurt. His heartbreak.

Jimmy left the team the night before, ending all the useless killing-what they had together.

Today, though, the Merc went too far. He pushed the boundaries-ripped them to shreds and probed further than anyone ever had before. With anyone else on the team, he could expect to live, but his target wasn't just anyone. No, it couldn't be just anyone, that would make things to easy. To predictable.

His target was Sabertooth.

And it was because of Sabertooth Wade was deep in the forest on the cold, wet, floor, in all his glory, currently being torn in half with each thrust, screaming and whimpering, silently begging for Jimmy, his Wolverine.

Save me! Save me, please!

Until his voice was hoarse and his body was broken and bruised. Until he was all alone, with a mutilated body and an despondent heart.

Until there was nothing left of him.

Debonair- Carefree; jaunty.

It was what Logan loved most about the seemingly psychotic assassin. That no matter what happened, that stupid (but oh so adorable) grin was always adorning that beautiful face.

Ebullient- Enthusiastic; exuberant.

The whole X-Team was . . .confused for the lack of a better term. Well more scared that confused but confused non the less. The usually stoic, bad-ass Wolverine was walking around the mansion humming. And it wasn't just humming, no it was humming. Fingers snapping, smile on the face, eyes twinkling, humming. So to say the X-Men were confused and scared was probably bit of an understatement.

"Logan?" Kurt couldn't keep the trembling from his voice. Scott owed him big time after this.

"Yea, Elf?"

"Is everything . . .alright?"

Logan's smile reached his eyes. "Everything is great. In fact more than great. I have a date tonight."

"Oh Ja? Vith who?"

The feral got this far away look in his eye that Kurt had never seen before.

"Wade."

So there's the first five. Feedback is greatly appreciated, especially since this is my first collection of drabbles. F-I is on it's way.

Peace. Love. Bob Marley. ;)