(Y/n) couldn't help but feel serene. There was something about plummeting to the earth with only a parachute strapped to your back to hopefully stop you from dying, that made her feel alive. Despite the air rushing past her, it was surprisingly quiet. The only thing audible, the sound of her beating heart and racing blood, singing in her ears. She knew that she had done this so many times before. That she had fearlessly thrown her frail human form from the back of a plane. That she hadn't needed to be a mutant to do all these things. That she had done everything that she had done, despite knowing that at any moment she could die. But now she was so much more. She couldn't die. Even if she was shot, stabbed or decapitated, she would be able to get up and brush it off. (Y/n) finally realising why the factory had felt the need to wipe her mind so extensively. Why they had wanted to wipe out everything that she was. Because she was dangerous. Fearless. Deadly. And now she knew how to use it. To use what she was. And she was going to make her buyer regret ever thinking about trying to turn her into a mindless assassin.

Suddenly, she was on the ground. A squad of men and women surrounding her as each took up their positions. She didn't know where she was, but it was mountainous and snowy. The air crisp and cold. Her breath hanging heavily in the ether as she surveyed the scene. She knew that there were insurgents somewhere nearby. That it was her job to locate and eliminate them. That that was what she did best. What she had been trained for. What she had always excelled at. That she wouldn't quit until her prey lay dead at her feet.

"Ma'am. It's the colonel for you." A voice suddenly said. (Y/n) turning to find a man holding out a satellite phone for her to take. (Y/n) reaching out and taking the phone, placing it to her ear. A familiar tone filling her mind, as she relayed her information.

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"Hank! Do something!" Logan exclaimed, as he, Hank and Wade continued to hold the wildly jolting (Y/n) to the table.

"I can't. The professor told me not to interfere. She'll be fine. Charles knows what he's doing." Hank replied, as he looked desperately between the feral, (Y/n) and the still quiet telepath. Hoping that he was right, and that Charles really did have all of this under control.

"Screw that, sasquatch. I want her brought out of this now! Wake her up!" Wade shouted, as he let go of (Y/n)'s body and raced over to stainless steel trolley that held all manner of vials and bottles. Wade sure that one of the liquids in the containers, must be able to bring (Y/n) back to him.

"Wade." A soft, warm voice suddenly said. The tone barely audible over the sound of breaking glass and clanging metal, as the mercenary decided that if he couldn't find what he wanted, he would destroy everything until someone gave him what he wanted.

"Wade. (Y/n) is fine. Look." The voice came again. Wade finally turning to see that the professor had opened his eyes and was looking at him with a gentle smile on his face. (Y/n)'s body now still and quiet. A calm tranquillity to her features, as her breath evened out.

"What tha hell was that, egg head? (Y/n) said that everything would be ok but look what happened. What did you do?" Wade demanded to know, as he made his way back over to the other mutants. Logan stopping his advance, as for once, Wade seemed to have lost his sense of humour.

"Everything is fine Wade. (Y/n) has what she needs. She'll come around soon. So, I would suggest that we take her somewhere slightly more comfortable so that she can recover." Charles explained. Hank nodding and picking (Y/n) up from the gurney so that he could take her back to her room. The others following closely behind, as Beast made his way through the long halls of the school. Logan for the first time since he had met Wade, feeling as though they had something in common. That they both wanted (Y/n) to wake up.

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(Y/n) looked around. She was waiting in a long hallway outside a room, dressed in her best uniform. She knew that this was Langley. She knew that she was about to see the powers that be. To inform her superiors about the latest mission. That all had gone well. That the targets were dead. That all of her team had returned with little more than a few cuts and bruises to show for the battle. It was the curse of position, of rank. The rest of her team able to kick back and relax, while she had to wrap herself in her dress uniform and take the shit for anything that the bosses didn't like.

"Ma'am. The colonel will see you now." A voice said. (Y/n) looking up to see a young woman smiling down at her. Holding the door to the room open, as (Y/n) got to her feet and made her way inside.

"Ah, Captain (Y/l/n). Please take a seat. How is the leader of our wolf pack?" An older man asked as she entered the room. (Y/n) saluting to him and three other high ranking men, that sat behind a long oak table.

"Fine thank you, Colonel. Barely a scratch to report." (Y/n) replied, as she took a seat. Her eyes drifting to a figure that stood in the shadows.

"Good to hear, (Y/n). Can't have anything happening to our Alpha can we. You of course know agent Blake?" The Colonel replied. The man in the shadows suddenly showing himself as he was announced. (Y/n) finding herself inwardly groaning as she looked at him.

Blake! Why did it have to be Blake? She wouldn't trust him as far as she could throw him. (Y/n) knew that he was dirty. Hell, everyone did, but no one had been able to prove it. She didn't like it when he made an appearance. Even for a CIA agent, he was cold, calculating and callous. Their only time on a mission together, proving that she should never turn her back on him, even for one moment. The agent willing to do whatever it took to get what he wanted.

"Yes, sir. Nice to see you again agent Blake." (Y/n) said through gritted teeth, as the agent moved closer. Taking a seat on the corner of the large desk and smiling down at her.

"Agent Blake? So formal, (Y/n). Surly we are closer than that. You know to call me Connor." The agent hummed. (Y/n)'s skin crawling, as he seemed to move closer. The captain not liking the look in the dark haired man's eyes, as he continued to watch her.

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Wade sat by the side of (Y/n)'s bed, tucking his unicorn under her arm. He had tried to get into her bed, himself. But every time he had, Logan had dragged him back out and sat him firmly down on his chair. Grumbling on about that if he tried that again, then Wade would find himself pinned to the wall by something long and sharp. The mercenary having to duck out of the way, when he remarked that the feral was boasting, and he was sure that it wasn't that long or sharp. Though he had no objection being pinned to the wall by it, if Logan was so inclined.

"Hey, killer. Why don't you come back to us?" Wade asked quietly, as Logan impatiently paced the floor. Both men sure that it had been hours since Hank had placed her on the bed. Charles assuring them that (Y/n) would wake when she was ready.

"I tell you what. If you wake up, I promise that on our date, I will be a complete gentleman. No lewd comments. Smutty innuendoes. No trying to get to second base. No............"

"Well, where's the fun in that? Without all those things, it wouldn't be you, Wilson." A voice interrupted. Wade looking up to see a soft smile on (Y/n)'s lips. Her eyes still firmly closed as she slowly came back from her memories.

"Hey! I can do all that and more. I could even try for third base if you like." Wade replied excitedly, as (Y/n) finally opened her eyes. Her smile getting broader as she looked at her two favourite men.

"Don't push your luck, dung for brains. You just might lose something precious." (Y/n) replied, as she moved to sit up in the bed. Logan taking a seat next to her, as Wade finally managed to sneak under the covers and snuggle into her side.

"You get what you wanted, sweetheart?" Logan asked. The feral taking her hand and holding it tight.

"Yeah. Now there's only one thing left to find. My buyer. Connor Blake."