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Our Lady of Fandom; The Graveyard; Wee Hours of the Night, Sunday.

...Like Rosette could sleep after all that. She'd given it an honest try, she was drained from summoning Chrono, but Rizelle's last words were echoing in her head and preventing her from sleeping. Not wanting to disturb anyone else who was camping out inside that night, she slipped out as quietly as she could and started wandering through the graveyard. She paused, leaning with an exhausted sigh against a tall headstone. Her eyes drifted for a moment toward the crypt with the side blown out of it from Chrono's escape and sighed again. She lowered her head as a hard lump formed in her throat, and she brought up her hand, unwraveled her fist and took the crumpled photograph clutched within. She turned, sniffing, smoothing it out on the hard surface of the headstone.

Damn it.

There was Joshua. The photograph looked like it had been taken without his knowledge, and he was definately older than when she last saw him. But it was definately him. Rizelle...knew Joshua. She said Rosette should better hurry, before it took over. What was it? WHAT WAS IT?

She dropped her head against the headstone, her arm settled between it and the photograph. She punched at it, as if stabbing, and let out a strangled gasp.

...Screw it. She was crying. She couldn't help it. Not this time...

[[ for a certain late stalker. happens after Radio, but marking as NFB all the same ]]

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Deadpool was not stalking anyone. He was just... making sure the church wasn't burned down before he got a chance. No need to check on any nuns at all.

Oh, shut up. As if it was possible to just ignore what he heard on the radio.

He just hadn't expected to find her so quickly. Crying nonetheless. Making a small undignified noise, he ducked behind a tomb before she could see him.

(Shit. Shit. Shit. Maybe if I make a noise like a cat, she'll ignore me.)

The crying stopped abruptly with a short gasp of air, because crying made it hard to breath, dammit, and Rosette thought she'd heard something anyway. Sniffing, and wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, she lifted her head and glanced around. Maybe....she's imagined it?

(Just go talk to her. You're a big bad merc. This shouldn't be that hard.)

(At least she stopped crying?)

Wade took a deep breath. "Just go and talk to her. Not difficult. Talking. You do that all the time."

Of all the times for an inner monologue to go on the fritz.

Rosette blinked. Well, it wasn't Chrono, or John, or Remington noticing she was gone like she'd though, or another demon coming out of the darkness in an attempt to fuck up her life more, but...She sniffed again, tucked the photograph quickly into one of her ammo pouches. A demon might have been preferable...

"...Deadpool?" she asked, after almost saying 'Wade,' but didn't, and blinked toward the sound of his voice. What the hell was he doing here?

There was a thunk as he hit his head back against the the tomb behind him. And then another one because he was an idiot.

Another deep break and he ambled casually out from behind the crypt. "Rosette. Hi. Um, I was in the neighborhood. And..." (Heard you got attacked by demons and WHY THE HELL WASN'T I THERE TO PROTECT YOU?!) "Saw someone in the graveyard, but it was you so, I guess I should be on my way."

"Oh." Rosette blinked a him, quelled the urge to punch him in the face, and looked at him with a cold, dead, exhausted look.

"...If you were just wandering around, why were you hiding behind the headstone?" she asked after a moment. Because it was a good question. Certainly not because she didn't want him leaving, and definitely not because she felt like crying again and something about seeing him actually made her feel strangely better and the only thing she wanted to do at that moment was run over to him and hug him.

Not that at all. No way.

Deadpool shifted from one foot to the other. "It seemed like a good idea at the time?" He said meekly.

Rosette crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes locked onto him firmly with a small fire of hate behind them. "Deadpool, I've had one hell of a night, okay? So, really. Tell me. What the hell are you doing here?"

Running away seemed like a very good option right about now. Maybe a little hiding too. Nothing too fancy. Just a hotel on the mainland, far far from here.

Wade's shoulders slumped. "I heard the radio and wanted to make sure you were okay," He said, sounding resigned. "And you are, so I should leave you alone."

...he...wanted to make sure she was okay?

Rosette had been hoping that was it, but she didn't dare let herself actually believe it. She swallowed hard, and, God damn it, why was she starting to cry again?

"You...don't have to," she said, quietly, surprised that she actually said it, mostly wishing she hadn't, and blamed it on the fact that she had a rough night and so she was probably not acting to the best of her sense and reason.

She was crying again. Was that bad or good? This was why he was so crap at social situations that didn't involve stabbing or acting like an idiot!

"Did you want- I mean- Shit. I suck at this."

Yes, that was the nun muttering to herself that Deadpool sucked at a lot of things.

She drew in breath and shook her head. "Y'know what? Just forget it. I should get back inside, anyway..." Rosette briskly went to walk past him.

Where was that gravestone so he could bludgeon himself with it for being stupid? Seriously, that would be nice right about now.

"I'm sorry."

That managed to stop Rosette dead in the tracks. A lot of really crazy shit had happened that night, but nothing topped this. Maybe she was losing. She'd gone absolutely crazy. Had to have, because she could have sworn she'd just heard him say...

Frowning, confused, she turned her head toward Deadpool. Her voice cracked a little as she asked for clarification. "...What?"

He looked longingly at a tombstone. Maybe he could fake a coma and this would all be over. It worked so well on Days of Our Lives.

"I'm sorry."

Holy crap, he did say it. Rosette blinked at him. Mark this day in the fucking calendar! Alert the presses!

...Did this mean she won? ...Won what?

Rosette cleared herself to keep from gloating quite yet, although, so help her, she was pretty close. She chewed on her lower lip a little.

"For what?"

The real question was what wasn't he sorry for when it came to their relationship.

He looked steadfastly at the ground. "Everything. For trying to be your friend. For pursuing you. For thinking that maybe I wasn't as dead inside as I really am. For... Everything." He went quiet for a moment. "You deserve better."

Rosette looked at him quietly for a long moment, her frown more in her forehead than her mouth.

Finally, she spoke, a soft, almost sarcastic grunt of a laugh escaping her. "Pursuing?" she asked. "You call that pursuing? Jesus, Wade, if you pursue your...whatever you mercs call 'em, johbs or whatever, they way you apparantly pursued me, I don't see how the hell you ever get employed."

Wade flinched. "Every time I did, you pulled back. What the hell was I supposed to have done? You tell me that you love me and you sleep with someone else. So tell me. What the fuck did you expect me to do? Follow you around like a puppy? I've done that shit before and you know what? I'm pretty damn sick of what happens when they move on to someone else."

This was going to be a bad, bad night. His hand twitched, wishing there was a gun there right about now. To shoot who, he wasn't even sure.

"When the hell did you ever try?" Rosette shouted back. "What? Having to always go through Yuki first? Flee out of a room like a coward in wake of an awkward situation that no one involved could have possibly helped? And don't even dare holding it against me that, God forbid, someone actually tells me how they feel about me and I decide to go with it. Because, let me tell you, it's a hell of a lot better than having to go through this bullshit. I don't have time to sit around and try to make something out of nothing."

"I can't okay?! I just-" His voice broke with emotion. "Can't."

"I'm too old, too jaded, and too hurt to do it ever again," Wade said quietly. "Consider yourself lucky someone could do that for you sober."

He shock his head and took off to leave the graveyard. Screw this. He needed a drink or twenty.

And that would be a rock, picked up from the ground by her feet, being thrown at the back of Deadpool's head.

"What the hell is wrong with you? I tell you exactly what the problem is and you keep doing the same exact thing? I swear to God, Wade, after I'm gone, if you make this all out to be like it's my fault and I completely brushed you aside and broke your heart or whatever, I'm going to be so pissed off at you! It's all right here, laid out for you. You don't even gotta do anything, just fuckin' say something, anything, other than this 'I can't' bullshit."

Wade turned back to just look at her, shaking his head sadly.

"This isn't some stupid romance movie where I will suddenly realize the error of my ways and confess my undying love for you, Rosette. I can't do that, not won't, can't. There's nothing left, it was gone long before you showed up. I might have fooled myself into thinking that maybe it would be different this time, but it isn't. If you want that, I can't give it to you."

He sighed and turned away again.

"All I know is that every time I hear about you and that dickweed, it feels like my heart's getting ripped out and it's not growing back. Or that sometimes I get so freaked out that I have to come by the church at night to make sure you're not dead. That's not love, it's just fucked up. I can't give you what you want."

Dammit, Rosette, you are not starting that crying shit again!

"All I want is for things to be the way the were before..."

"You and me both."

And that was just it, then. Rosette's stomach twisted in a hard fist of a knot, feeling a sharp pain of anger that John ever had come back into her life, in heavy conflict with her head because she knew she didn't really feel that way. Especially since her head was telling her that things probably wouldn't be all that much different anyway, something probably would have come up eventually, probably themselves...

Not that it really mattered, anyway. The sudden realization that they were standing in a graveyard hit her hard; nausea surged in her stomach.

Mark this day on the fucking calendar, alert the presses. Because Rosette Christopher, for once in her lifetime, could not think of anything to say.

Quite the day, huh?

Deadpool paused before leaving the graveyard. "If he hurts you, I'll kill him."

Screw getting fired, that idiot's body would never be found if that happened. Well, parts might get found, but that'd only be because there'd be so many of them after Deadpool was finished with him.

"If he hurts me," Rosette answered wryly, "I'll kill him myself."

There was a pause as her eyes drifted over to him again. "Not that I mean to spoil your fun, or anything..."

"No you won't," He replied. "You're not that person. Stay like that. Please."

Rosette shoulders sank in response to that, not that he didn't think she was capable of something like that, but...no, it was because he didn't but in a way that...

"I'll try," she offered, feeling like that was the best she could do. Because she knew how she felt when she shot down Rizelle.

With that, Deadpool left. He needed a drink. Bad.

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