Locked.

[h_hollister]

After her chat with Severus and Dez earlier, Hips gets out her hanging bag. She hasn't used it in weeks, due to drama and running away and all that.

And it feels good.

It hurts, too. She's let things slide. So muscles protest at the punches being thrown, but she works through it.

She's worked too hard to let herself go, now.

The walkman that Perry gave her for Christmas is in use, with upbeat, powerful, happy music blaring in her ears.

Each punch is tension released, a worry let go of. Personal. Not the same as important.

Jerusalem? Not personal. Not really important, either. Just a job.

Severus? Getting steadily better, and that's what's important.

Rimmer? Personal. Not important.

Wade? Personal. Not important.

Thunder? Personal. Deeply so. Not important. Not to anybody else but her. And she knows that eventually this open ended THING between them will be resolved, one way or the other. Preferably with both of them ending up happy.

She's sweating, now, and her breathing rate is high and deep.

Each punch is a little bit of fear gone.

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[wadewilson.livejournal.com]

No telling how long Deadpool's been there, arms crossed in the corner, watching her form.

[wadewilson.livejournal.com]

"PART THE FIRST, I'm only taking 25 percent, because it didn't bother me until we were into the nooky-gritty already and I realized the fact that I was being honest wasn't registering. So my testosteronies will take a quarter of that and be done with it. If you're looking for more, too bad, stay 'mad as hell' at me. I'll survive."

No knife. Knife.

"PART THE SECOND, stop talking to me like I'm a fucking moron, and that you suddenly know Theresa Cassidy like the back of your hand and I'm this Chumpy-Come-Lately to the party. No lecturing when you're still pining for McGillicuddy. By the way, if I get turned into a Skrull, it means I'm a lovely shade of green, I look slightly BETTER, and I'm suddenly a shapeshifter, and that's buttloads of fun and adventure for the whole family - or just the legal ones."

[wadewilson.livejournal.com]

Wade just looks at the two of them like they're both insane.

"I am OFFICIALLY going to upchuck the fuck up, Chuck. Does puking on you both count as a threatening move?"

He slaps his forehead a couple of times in frustration.

"LOOK, Captain Freelove, tuck your harem in your pants for a minute and you, stop living up to your nickname, Hippie. Freemo, are you seriously telling me you haven't popped open a goddamned biology book yet? Love's nice, love's happy, love's rare, yadda yadda, but that's not the POINT."

"LISTEN. You're not Eternal Robot Mook anymore, you don't have a billion goddamned years to bop around the galaxy getting your Shatner on. You're a human being, and unless you're an afflicted sap like me, you've got maybe SIXTY years tops. SIXTY. That's A Billion minus Nine Hundred Ninety-Nine Million, Nine Hundred Ninety-Nine Thousand, Nine Hundred and fucking FORTY. That's IT. WRAP YOUR MIND AROUND IT, CRAPWEASEL, and realize that it's basic human nature, encoded in the goddamned Dioxyribo-Nucleic ASSHOLE that your job on this earth is to find a MATE and PROCREATE."

"It's not about Whitey holdin' love down, it's about protecting your stupid fucking family. It's how the human mind works on a completely basic, instinctive level, regardless of whether they've got William Wallace's FREEDOM screaming in their heads all the time or if they think they don't even want kids. Your PROGENY stand a better chance of not being killed in a drug deal at age 12 or turning into psychotic, damaged assholes like me if ol' Maw and Paw are together and focused on actually RAISING the little brat they pounded out instead of wondering where the next honeypot's gonna come from. It's not a guarantee, but the odds are a hell of a lot better."

"It's BIOLOGY, not TECHNOLOGY, numb nuts. Nobody's pointing a finger at you and throwing you out of their little circle-jerk because THE MAN told 'em to. It's people following their genetic PROGRAMMING, Fuckcheese, and your trash can robo-ass should be able to follow THAT much. Yeah, it's a smidge harder to understand than a bunch of digits somehow equalling 'kill everything that moves' like you're used to, but pay attention to something other than your goddamned pecker once in a while and maybe you'll LEARN a thing or three."

[crackofthunder.livejournal.com]

He's got his hat on, and he's out in the London rain, down the street already.