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So, it's been a couple of weeks since I posted that poll about which WIP I should focus on, and the result (give or take the likelihood of it changing now that I've linked it from an actual fic post) is... a virtual three-way tie for first. XD; But what the hey, 'someone will be happy with whatever you write' is as good an answer to get out of it as any. On the other hand, the Cable/Deadpool highschool AU was a clear winner on the ticky box version of the question, which is actually very convenient considering what I have just got back from the beta reader.

Title: Summers’son
Summary: Settling into the 21st century is giving a teenaged Nathan some trouble.
Chapter: 3/?
Characters/Pairing: Nate/Wade
Rating: PG
Word count: 5100
Previous parts: Part 1, Part 2
Notes: Still far more a loosely connected bunch of scenes than an actual fic, but starting to get somewhere, I promise!

Within a twenty-five minute journey of Wade's house there are at least six different venues where one can go to take after-school or weekend classes in assorted martial arts. Wade knows this because he's already taken classes at and subsequently been kicked out of five of them, for, in his own words, 'being too good'. He's still working on the sixth, but it can only be a matter of time.

Unlike most of Wade's prouder achievements, the roots of this are Blind Al's fault.

Wade's been in foster care for almost as long as he can remember, bouncing from one family to the next, lasting only as long as it took each new candidate to admit they hadn't the faintest idea how to cope with him; but at two years, seven months and counting, Blind Alfred holds a record she will likely take with her to the grave. Well into her sixties, age has shrivelled her into the kind of acerbic old woman who'll happily spend the rest of her twilight years enjoying the freedom to say whatever she damn well pleases and get away with it. Al gives the impression she lost most of her patience with the universe at large around the same time she lost her eyesight, and if the years since haven't been kind to her then it's a pretty good bet she gave as good as she got along the way. From what Nathan has seen, her relationship with Wade is based mainly on insults and threats, hurled incessantly back and forth, usually from opposite ends of the corridor (“Ninety-eight tax-free dollars a week is what you're worth to me, Wade Wilson, and the day you give me more than that much trouble you'll find yourself living behind the dumpster!” “I know where you sleep, Al, don't you forget that either!”). Neither has actually killed the other yet though, which is probably the best evidence anyone could ask for that they must secretly like each other a great deal.

When it had become apparent that approximately every single bully at his school had it in for Wade, Al's response was to send him to martial arts classes, ostensibly to 'help build up his confidence'. This worked, but (probably – it was hard to be entirely sure with Al) not in the way she'd intended. Wade soaked up six weeks of taekwondo like an alcoholic trying to get drunk on watery beer, and when next he found himself cornered by a group of four jeering fratboys-in-waiting armed with their fists and a lot of grimace-worthy jibes about rearranging Wade's face to make it even uglier, they left the encounter with a total of two black eyes, a set of bruised ribs, three broken fingers and one broken nose. Wade, meanwhile, walked away without a scratch, which must have seemed like a much better victory before the subject of just who had thrown the first punch suddenly became very important.

Fortunately for Wade, a little old blind lady who can yell like a drill sergeant and is willing to show up at the principal's office at short notice had a remarkable effect on one's odds of not getting instantly expelled. Less fortunately, she was also capable of coming up with punishments more creative than anything a mere principal could dream of, but the important thing was that Wade, while still not exactly popular, doesn't get bullied so much anymore.

“...but the only real difference is that WTF Taekwondo was being taught by this loser with the fakest fake accent you ever heard who thought 'wax on, wax off' jokes never got old but couldn't figure out why I was always sniggering at the acronym. So I switched to this kung fu class in this little corner off Main Street and that was way better – with kung fu you don't just do the hand-to-hand, when you get good enough they teach you all these drills with swords and pikes and those neat hooky things they're always swinging around in the demonstrations. So that was pretty cool, but I only got to stay three weeks at that one because it turned out Sifu Wing and Kunihara-sensei were drinking buddies or something, and Kunihara spilled the whole story about me in her judo class and got me kicked out of kung fu too. Judo was lame anyway, you know they don't even let you punch people in judo? I mean, what the fuck is the point of martial arts if it's not all building towards teaching you the secret ultimate 'Boot To The Head' technique? After kung fu I went to this karate class for a bit and it wasn't as good, but it was way better than that judo-crap – they had these awesome flying kick moves they taught us. Of course they said they were mostly just a demo thing because hardly anyone lands them in an actual fight, until I landed one this one time and broke this guy's jaw. So now I'm doing kickboxing...”

Nathan wishes he'd never asked.

“So basically what you're saying,” he cuts in, lounging casually backwards, “is you think you can take me.”

Wade looks at him in much the same way Mrs Hinrichs did that time he'd had to ask who Bill Clinton was supposed to be. “Uh, yeah. Haven’t you been listening? I know kung fu.”

“So... you do think you can take me?” Nathan asks, with maybe a little too much exaggerated innocence, and Wade glares at him like he wants to know when Nate forgot which of them is supposed to be the funny one around here.

“What I think I can do, Nate,” says Wade, pronouncing each word very deliberately, “is kick your arse. What I think I can do is wipe the floor with said arse with both hands tied behind my back, in my sleep, six ways from Sunday and three times before breakfast. But because of how I like you so much, I wasn't gonna offer to demonstrate.” Nathan politely declines to draw attention to Wade's apparent fixation on his arse.

This is the last thing Nathan should be doing, but he has his pride and he has his limits, and listening to Wade passing himself off as some sort of master of unarmed combat based on a few months of casual classes and a couple of schoolyard scraps is more than it can take, so what he does is stand up, lean deliberately into Wade's personal space, and smile. “Alright. Prove it.”


Wade's backyard is overgrown well past the stage where you never know exactly what you're going to step on until you do. Blind Al has opinions on the subject of gardening, which mostly amount to her refusing to give a crap about a garden that won't appeal to any sense that matters to her, regardless of how much work she puts into it, so she doesn't. Occasionally she'll pay someone to mow the lawn, but it hasn't happened recently. The important thing is that there's nothing out here they have to worry about damaging, except each other.

Wade turns out to be a good deal better than Nathan had given him credit for. It's painfully obvious he's never been in a 'real' fight – nothing is a real fight to Nathan's mind until you've taken on well-trained opponents with your life on the line – but he has the basics down easy as breathing, and parts of him can bend in ways that Nathan doesn't think he's ever seen before. He takes all of about five seconds to learn not to bother pulling his punches, and he's got no qualms whatsoever about fighting dirty. Meanwhile, Nathan hasn't so much as thrown a real kick since he lost the TO and it's left him with his balance forever slightly off, and his old habit of always blocking with the left has gone from an advantage to an embarrassment as Wade lands blow after blow on what is rapidly becoming a very tender forearm. What all this means is that it takes a full couple of minutes longer than he'd counted on for him to knock Wade clean off his feet.

Damn,” breathes Wade, staring up at him from the dirt, too impressed to resent his loss as much as he probably should. “Where'd you learn to do that?”

Nathan can't tell the truth and doesn't have anything resembling a convincing lie. “I'd tell you, but then I'd have to kill you,” he says, offering Wade a hand up.

“Oh, well if it was a matter of national security, you could've just said,” says Wade, still a little put out that Nate never bothered to mention working black-belt level self defence lessons into his physical therapy sessions or whatever, but he's grinning back despite himself. What Nathan learned the first day they met after the volleyball joke still holds true – Wade doesn't mind his secrets, as long as Nathan doesn't bother to pretend he doesn't have secrets (with the exception of any secrets that the rest of the school has found out ahead of him, that is). Wade's more preoccupied with considering the pros and cons of trying the old 'pull you down when you try to pull me up' prank while he has the chance, but he thinks better of it and lets Nathan help him to his feet.

“Best out of three?” he suggests.

The third match is moot by the time they get to it, but they go the extra round anyway.

“Okay, I give,” Wade admits at last. “Not gonna go all Shounen Jump about it, I can admit that you're better than me. Y'know, a little.”

“Just a little?” Nathan teases.

“Well I wouldn't want it to go to your head or anything.” Wade picks himself off the ground without help this time, but when he looks back up at Nathan there's something in his face that's just this side of calculating. “Seriously, Nate, is this the part where I hear about how your miracle cure involved them transplanting your brain into a body cloned from the cryogenically frozen remains of Bruce Lee?”

“You got me,” Nathan deadpans. “I get mistaken for Bruce Lee on the street all the time.”

“Okay, point.” Wade considers this. “Chuck Norris?”

“Tell you what,” says Nate, on another of those whims that seem to come up so often when he's around Wade, “if you can beat me, even once, I'll tell you the whole story.”

“Yeah?” says Wade, perking up. “I mean, I'm not gonna have to worry about the FBI showing up all over my doorstep afterwards? I know I've got one of those forgettable faces, but I wasn't planning on ending up on the run from the state for at least another birthday or two.”

“I promise,” Nate says, and realises he means it, nevermind that the odds of Wade ever making that condition are comfortably remote.

“You're on,” grins Wade, but between that and challenging Nathan to the inevitable round four, he hesitates. “You reckon you could show me how to do that grab breaker move you pulled in the last round?”

Nathan raises an eyebrow and holds out an arm.

By the end of the day, Nathan is officially mystified as to what all Wade's other instructors' problems were. He's cockier than is good for anyone and he's got attitude to burn, but by any other standards Wade makes an excellent student.

It's possible, of course, that Wade's never worked with anyone he was as determined to impress as Nathan. It's also possible he tries a little harder than he otherwise might to avoid touching Wade any more than he has to when it comes to adjusting his stance or letting him try out another grab, and that he hits a little harder than he usually would for practice purposes. It's better than letting all the body contact involved in this get awkward for either of them.

It's not until the end of the day that he remembers to worry about whether he might have let himself get a little too carried away, and thinking back he suddenly doesn't like the odds that he hasn't done Wade any real damage during the session. He knows Wade felt some of those blows; he'd felt Wade feel them. Wade seems just fine though – he doesn't have so much as a bruise that Nathan can see, and that’s more than Nathan can say for himself.

He's just on the edge of wondering whether it means something he should think about when Wade spots him looking distracted and tackles him from behind, and that's the last he thinks of it.


Wade mostly manages to be fairly unobtrusive with his attempts to help Nathan catch up with everything he missed getting to do all those years 'in hospital'. However, when it comes up that Nathan a) doesn't have any idea what's funny about the phrase 'land shark', b) has never seen a single episode of Saturday Night Live, and c) has never even heard of Saturday Night Live, Wade's jaw drops.

“I thought you grew up in a hospital, not a cave!” he shrieks. “Didn't they give you a TV?”

“Sometimes,” says Nathan, vaguely. “I wasn't up to watching it very often.”

“Uh huh,” says Wade, like he's having real problems with Nathan's priorities. “Well of course they would've wanted to keep you from a taxing activity like lying on your back watching TV. I bet that would've really cut into your weight-pumping time.”

“I did tell you about the vision and hearing part,” Nathan tries. He's starting to wish he and Scott had got around to talking out that particular symptom in a bit more detail.

Fortunately, Wade has more important things in mind than picking this one apart.

“Nate, man,” he breathes, resting a hand on Nathan's arm, eyes wide with sincerity, “you have been missing out.”

About thirty seconds later, Nathan is watching Wade dial Weasel's number, jittering with urgency. “Weas? I need to borrow your entire DVD collection. Yeah, all of it. It's an emergency! No, you listen, Weas, lemme explain this in terms you'll understand: I just found out Nate’s never seen a single episode of MST3K. Uh-huh, exactly. I knew you'd see it my way. See you in ten.”

The look on Wade's face after he hangs up is slightly manic, but Nathan doesn't really start worrying until Wade starts making The List.

It's itemised. There are sub-headings. In some places there are sub-sub-headings, based on what's in Weasel's DVDs, what's showing on TV this month, what's in repeats, and what will have to be 'acquired' by other means. By Wade's calculations, it's going to keep his best friend busy until he's old enough to afford his own TV.

Nathan is left trying to figure out exactly when he lost control of the situation.


From that moment forth, showing Nathan exactly what he's been missing out on has become Wade's new mission in life.

Nathan finds he doesn't mind this much. He doesn't get the appeal of most of the programs Wade's so determined to introduce him to, but it dawns on him before long that somewhere under all the misplaced enthusiasm and bad assumptions, Wade might have something of a point. Popular culture is only the beginning of what Nathan doesn't get about this century, but since his first day of school it's been fairly evident that he's going to have to put some effort into learning what makes people tick in this day and age, and this might not be a bad place to start. You can learn a lot about people based on what they do in their downtime.

That may be an overly-elaborate justification for why he's started spending a couple of afternoons a week sprawled on Wade's couch in front of a flickering TV screen, alternately watching and listening to Wade chattering on about exactly when Scrubs jumped the shark and how many episodes of Friends you're obligated to watch even if you don't like it so you get everyone else's references, and so on. The simpler answer would be that he's enjoying it; not the programs themselves, necessarily, but Wade's commentary makes up the difference.

The world of network TV swiftly proves to be a vastly more complicated beast than he'd realised, all a complex mess of current affairs and game shows and reality TV, talk shows and infomercials, docudramas and documentaries and mockumentaries and two dozen other overlapping categories that don't add up to give more than the illusion of order to it all.

“So that thing we watched yesterday was a drama?” he tries.

“Nuh-uh, soaps are about drama,” says Wade, back in his authoritative voice. “Dramas are about cops or doctors. Or lawyers. Or all three.”

“And sitcoms?”

“Sitcoms are about a bunch of losers who live in the same house with three walls and a laugh-track. Unless they've got a bigger budget or they're trying to be arty. Now shush, they're about to blow something up.”

On screen, people in protective glasses set off an entire nest of fireworks rockets all at once. Wade whoops appreciatively and punches the air. He settles back on the couch with a grin on his face.

“I think I'm still stuck on the soap/drama distinction,” says Nathan.

“You're just getting stuck on the names,” says Wade, not looking away from the TV. “Dramas contain drama, but soaps are all about drama, and we're talking 180 proof, home-grown, triple-certified, industrial grade drama where everyone's in a love triangle with his long lost sister and anyone who's not pregnant has cancer and everything ends in a big dramatic close-up.”

They watch as the Mythbusters conclude that if the guy behind the original myth just happened to be a super-durable mutant with skin able to withstand more than 5000 psi, then the homemade rockets-sled myth is totally plausible. Otherwise? Bus-TED.

“Look at it this way,” Wade goes on, as the credits roll, “if it's a show where there's a guy who's whines about whether he should date some girl at work, then it's a drama. But if she goes mad, and then she gets better, but then dies in a tragic accident, then she miraculously comes back, only it turns out it was really her twin, and her twin's evil, and then she dies and someone gets amnesia, and the guy moves on to someone else and finally some kid shows up on his doorstep claiming to be his long lost son he had with the first girl, nevermind how that was only like three years ago but somehow the kid's already like eighteen, then it's a soap. Unless it's a talk show; then it's Jerry Springer.”

Nathan can't think of anything much to say to that.

“So if you had a show about a cop, a lawyer and a doctor locked in a love triangle, living in the same house with a laugh track, what would that be?” he tries instead.

“I dunno,” says Wade, “but I'd watch it. Wouldn't you?”


The fact that Wade will quite happily watch more or less whatever's on TV at the time should not be taken to mean he doesn't have some very definite opinions on what constitutes good entertainment. There are a lot of movies on his list, and his selections betray a particular love for comedies with lots of fart jokes and action movies with lots of big explosions; even more so if they come with ridiculous effects budgets, a title with the word 'vs' in the middle, or a billing by Jackie Chan (and even more so if there's a scene where Brad Pitt is shirtless, but he doesn't admit that part out loud). He's adamant the best of them are even better up on the big screen, and it's not long before he's dragging Nathan with him to see 'that new movie by the guy who did that one about the fake superhero, y'know – with the pencil trick and all the badass car chase scenes'.

Nathan hadn't expected to have much patience for the action genre – it's what amounts to people from the wrong century trying to tell each other stories about what living his life is (was) like – but underneath all the ridiculously unrealistic scenarios and blatant wire-fu effects, he finds himself with more tolerance for them than he'd assumed. Maybe there's something just a little bit comforting in having evidence that everyone else around here is missing much the same excitement he is. Either way, it doesn't take long for Wade to talk him into it. Blind Al won't give him the money to go see movies very often, and there's no way Wade is going to waste the chance to use the tragedy of how Nathan has never got to see a single movie at the theatre before as an excuse.

“If you boys are planning to make out, make sure you get seats in the back row; no-one else wants to watch that crap,” she hollers at them as they walk out.

“Sorry Al, didn't hear that over the sound of a whole afternoon of glorious freedom, courtesy of your wallet,” Wade yells back, after only a very slight panicky jump and with only an even slighter trace of nervous stutter. “Don't bother to wait up, I'll be giving your credit card the time of its life.” He slams the door and gives Nathan an unconvincingly exaggerated eye-roll.

Nathan feels embarrassed on his behalf. Blind Al's only joking to get a rise out of him – mostly only joking, but he's starting to wonder if there's anyone who really knows Wade who hasn't got his preferences all figured out, and the fact he personally had needed psychic abilities to find out feels a lot like cheating.

Wade's still a little jittery when they get to the cinema and takes a few seconds too long locked in some mental game of chicken over where they're actually going to sit before picking out a couple of seats somewhere in the middle towards the front. He goes on to spend slightly more effort than necessary on placing the giant box of buttered popcorn he'd assured Nathan was a vital part of the experience so that they can both get to it without it seeming like an excuse to get anyone's hands to brush anyone else's. By the time they've sat through the obligatory fifteen minutes of trailers, he's more or less settled down.

The movie isn't quite what Wade had lead him to expect, which was another martial arts heavy extravaganza set in a virtual world made with flexible physics. The Matrix had been one of the first movies on Wade's list, but this one is far more grounded and practically devoid of floor-sweeping polyvinyl trench coats, and isn't going to get nearly the same suspension of disbelief out of anyone. It's painfully obvious no-one involved with the script has ever been in a real shared-consciousness experience, but within the context of the made-up rules they're working by the story does come together quite well; as Wade's always reminding him, it's not meant to be real, it's meant to be entertaining.

Even so, he spends as much time watching Wade watch the movie as he spends watching it himself, as Wade's clearly getting a lot more out of it than he is; after the first hour or so, he's almost forgotten Nathan's even there. In Wade's mind, following the plot takes a back seat to pondering the all important question of which of the various male leads he finds the most distractingly attractive. The main lead is out (Wade has never forgiven him for appearing in 'that stupid Titanic movie' that he will never dare admit made him ball his eyes out over the ending). His sidekick very nearly goes the same way early on in the narrative, for the crime of 'being such a loser and getting himself taken hostage by some girl in almost the first scene', but a spectacular zero-gravity fight scene later in the narrative has Wade swiftly revising his opinion. Even then, an extended sequence of one of Wade's other favourite candidates almost single-handedly taking out a small army in the snow is more than enough to keep the question open.

Wade's buzzing with excitement about the movie long after they walk out, and even Nathan has to admit that yeah, he'd managed to enjoy that quite a lot (though he does keep catching himself right on the verge of launching into telling Wade all about how it compared to that time Stryfe had locked him and all his unit into a psychic dreamscape, because some of the parallels really are slightly unnerving, right down to some of the more ridiculous things they'd had to go through to get out). His good mood tapers as the minutes wear on under the growing sense that there's something about Wade's reaction that feels slightly wrong. Somewhere in the middle of listening to Wade wax on about how he heard that guy in the rotating hallway scene did all his own stunts and damn, always thought he only did lame rom-comms and indy stuff but that was fucking badass, it comes to him: in all the time they've known each other, this is the longest Wade has ever spent obsessing over a hopeless crush on someone that's not him.

Wade must have a real thing for the unattainable, he thinks, uncharitably, before kicking himself for being so unfair. If his ego can't take the fact that someone who's been smitten with him from the moment they first saw each other is the same someone who might be prone to the occasional celebrity crush, then it's certainly not Wade who should be accused of being flighty. He's known since they met – since they day before they met, technically – that it doesn't take more than a pretty face and maybe a little hint of muscle tone to catch Wade's interest. The only surprise is learning that a propensity for pulling grenade launchers from thin air at a moment's notice and calmly blowing the hell out of the nearest enemy was something Wade would find so sexy. As he waffles on and on about car chases and tripwires and grappling moves and explosives it's impossible to miss just how much Wade appreciated those scenes, on the most visceral level.

There's even a moment when he looks at Nathan at the end of a sentence and suddenly remembers, oh yeah, Nate – his best friend who he maybe sorta has had a giant honking crush on for only forever – only right now he's a little busy dreaming a little bigger to remember why because even if good old Nate can kick his head in it's not like he'd be able to do that with a snowmobile.

That there is officially as much as Nathan can take, because he comes dangerously close to pointing out, out loud, that of course he could. He could have done every damn stunt in that movie, and he wouldn't even have needed the wires or the special effects budget to pull it off. (Perhaps not the ones in the car chase. But only because he's never driven a 21st century car. Yet.)

Maybe going to see action movies with Wade isn't such a good idea after all.

By bedtime that night he's far enough away from that first gut reaction to approach it rationally, eventually deciding he may as well forgive himself for the worst of it. It's only natural that he'd be flattered by someone crushing as hard and as harmlessly on him as Wade does, but Wade doesn't expect, never has expected, anything back; he likes having Nathan for just-a-friend far too much to risk it. The least Nathan can do is show the same level of maturity in return; it's ridiculous to let himself get jealous of a sentiment he's never given Wade the slightest reason to think he might ever return. It's got to be pride more than anything else, he concludes; it's only human to feel a bit put out when he's being passed over for not having the very same background and skill set that he's spent all this time wishing he had the freedom to tell people like Wade about.

It's probably nothing he needs to examine any more closely. Above all, he doesn't have the slightest right to be proud of himself for not stooping to the level of actively flirting with Wade on the way home to get his attention back.

In the middle of it all, the moment had slipped by where they could have that conversation. He could have needled Wade about just how much he was enjoying some of those pretty actors. He could have made it sound like a joke, but in that little gap while Wade laughed at him and before he tried to pass it all off as Nate being a bitch, he could made it known that it really wouldn't bother him if Wade did feel like that about guys. Wade would probably have taken it okay; he'd have been sheepish but he wouldn't try to deny it. He'd be happy to know he could do this: go see movies (full of deliciously hot guys) with his (straight) best friend (who's never going to be more than a friend but who cares, right?) and it would all be okay.

Only, in a week's time, Al's not going to be in the mood to give him the money to see any more movies, but Nate's going to be right there, gorgeous and unattainable. Knowing his best friend doesn't mind that he likes guys isn't going to make that any easier for Wade – not as long as the 'I don't mind if you like me' conversation is still hanging unspoken between them, and no matter how he turns it over in his head, Nathan can't think of any way to approach that one that won't make it all worse rather than better.

Part 4


( 26 comments — Leave a comment )
Dec. 8th, 2010 01:02 pm (UTC)
Oh my god, I love how many references you managed to pack in here. I'm going to have to come back later and reread it just to make sure I caught them all. Also, a version of Mythbusters set in a world with metahumans would be AWESOME.

You ended the chapter on an interesting note, as well. I'm usually pretty ambivalent about this high school-ish "I know he likes me and I like him back but I can't tell him because of this and that" kind of thing, but really Nate's got such good reasons for keeping quiet that I'm actually pretty interested to see how it all goes. Though I do feel kind of sorry for Wade.
Dec. 9th, 2010 01:38 am (UTC)
Oh my god, I love how many references you managed to pack in here.

*g* Some days writing for Wade is like one big exercise in seeing how many random references you can pack in.

Also, a version of Mythbusters set in a world with metahumans would be AWESOME.

I am actually really tempted to write a few scenes from a Marvel Universe episode of Mythbusters. I can just picture Adam talking about how there's nothing mythical about mutants anymore; it's a scientific fact that there are people out there who can withstand orders of magnitude more force than your average baseline human, so they've got to consider the possibility that just maybe the guy in the myth was one of those mutants, because they know for sure that someone's going to write in and point the possibility out to them if they don't. Better yet, they get to use ten times more explosives! >D

"I know he likes me and I like him back but I can't tell him because of this and that" kind of thing, but really Nate's got such good reasons for keeping quiet that I'm actually pretty interested to see how it all goes.

Technically Nate's still sorting out whether he does like Wade back, but yeah, what with the telepathy thing, and the mutant thing, and the actually-I-did-not-so-much-grow-up-in-hospital thing there is a whole big tangled mess of issues involved way beyond the usual high school angst (which TBH I'd probably find pretty tedious on its own too). But that is stuff I will get to cover in the next chapter. ;)

Though I do feel kind of sorry for Wade.

Poor Wade is trying very hard not to be head over heels for his best friend, but when said best friend keeps doing frustratingly sexy things like being shirtless, or treating Wade like he thinks he's basically a decent guy, or being secretly a ninja, it doesn't make it easy.
Dec. 8th, 2010 01:50 pm (UTC)
Delicious chapter! :D

“So... you do think you can take me?” Nathan asks, with maybe a little too much exaggerated innocence
Oh Nate XD Can't resist showing off can you.

“Weas? I need to borrow your entire DVD collection. Yeah, all of it. It's an emergency!

ut if she goes mad, and then she gets better, but then dies in a tragic accident, then she miraculously comes back, only it turns out it was really her twin, and her twin's evil, and then she dies and someone gets amnesia, and the guy moves on to someone else and finally some kid shows up on his doorstep claiming to be his long lost son he had with the first girl, nevermind how that was only like three years ago but somehow the kid's already like eighteen, then it's a soap.
>_> I see what you did there.

That there is officially as much as Nathan can take, because he comes dangerously close to pointing out, out loud, that of course he could.
Oh Nate XD

It's probably nothing he needs to examine any more closely.
huhu. Right, keep telling yourself that XD
Dec. 9th, 2010 02:00 am (UTC)

Oh Nate XD Can't resist showing off can you.

The thing that's easy to forget about Nate is that, under that serious, mature-beyond-his-years exterior, there is a teenaged boy with a very healthy amount of pride in his ability to bash your face in.

>_> I see what you did there.

Haha, I didn't think people would have too much trouble figuring that bit out. ;)

huhu. Right, keep telling yourself that XD

Heh. Dear Nate: The fact you've had to examine it this much already might be a sign of something. Just saying.
Dec. 8th, 2010 03:19 pm (UTC)
Lovely, one of my favourite fanfic series there is :)

I just want to hug the both of them to death
Dec. 9th, 2010 02:09 am (UTC)
Aw, thanks so much!

Teen Nate and Wade are quite terribly adorable, aren't they? It's probably why I failed so spectacularly to put this AU away after the first part. ^^;
Dec. 8th, 2010 04:46 pm (UTC)
Okay, see, I had a real comment on this, then the people in the offices down the hallway kept popping their heads into my office to ask what was so funny after I read the whole drama vs. soap discussion so. I leave you with that (and lulz!!!!) instead. BEST CONVERSATION EVER.
Dec. 9th, 2010 02:04 am (UTC)
I really couldn't resist having a bit of fun with Nate's history once it became clear that the subject of soaps was going to come up. Glad to hear the end result was enjoyed so thoroughly! *g*
Dec. 8th, 2010 05:29 pm (UTC)
I'm sooo glad that you decided to continue this series- with every next part i love this AU!vers more and more ;D Can't wait for next chapter.
Dec. 9th, 2010 02:14 am (UTC)
It does make for some nice light relief between the serious projects. I kind of can't believe it's gotten as long as it is already (14000 words and they still haven't gotten anywhere how did that happen?), but there's still plenty more to go from this verse yet. ;)
Dec. 8th, 2010 09:38 pm (UTC)
AUGH Can't wait for mooooore! I love this series to itty bitty pieces, you know. It's my Dramady. PUZZLE THAT ONE OUT, WADE.
Dec. 9th, 2010 02:16 am (UTC)
Thanks! ^_^ Not sure how soon the next part is likely to be out, considering how much else is sitting in the betaing queue right now, but I've got a good start on it at least.

Wade could probably give you the history of dramedies with a dozen illustrative examples (including how the concept applies to his own life and how he hopes someone up there is getting a laugh out of this dumb crush on Nate he's stuck with because IT SURE ISN'T FUNNY FROM DOWN HERE). Nate, now, he'd be the one getting puzzled.
Dec. 9th, 2010 04:11 am (UTC)
Oh poor Nate, the silly little pip.

WELL, if you need an extra Beta, I'm always available, by the by. You can ship em to my Email: Atroxian@hotmail.com

I love to Beta, and have done so...well..."a few" times.
Dec. 9th, 2010 12:28 pm (UTC)
Thanks for the offer, though, uh, the next couple of things I have in the pipeline are of the kinda NC-17 variety, and I'm a little more comfortable showing first drafts of my variously successful attempts at writing smut to people who've known me a long time, y'know? ^^;;;
Dec. 9th, 2010 06:38 am (UTC)
Why is this so goddamn cute? Stop that! Stop it right now!.... and by that I, of course, mean please continue! Never stop!

I regret not reading this sooner. I usually avoid high school AU fic but this is proof that they can be good
Dec. 9th, 2010 12:21 pm (UTC)
.... and by that I, of course, mean please continue! Never stop!

XD Well, I'm pretty sure there's at least another three parts in it (give or take my complete inability to judge how long each scene is going to end up before I write it), so I'm guaranteed to be at it a good while yet.

I usually avoid high school AU fic but this is proof that they can be good

That they certainly can! Poor things have a terrible reputation (probably thanks to being turned out by the bushel by people who really are in highschool, and so not exactly undeserved), but there is a lot of cheesy, fluffy fun to be had when you find one that is written well. :3 Or when one lodges itself in your skull until you work it out of there with a pen, as the case may be. ^^;
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Dec. 9th, 2010 12:23 pm (UTC)
XD Thanks!
Dec. 9th, 2010 12:04 pm (UTC)
aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhiloveit *glomps you to the brink of death*
Dec. 9th, 2010 12:29 pm (UTC)
...so, uh, I take that to mean this has been pretty well received, yes? XD;
Dec. 11th, 2010 06:15 am (UTC)
Oh man, I love this. I love Cables ego, the referances, Nate totally missing Wades healing factor, like the putz he is.

This is pure, unadulterated awesome. You write Cable so well.
Dec. 12th, 2010 06:42 am (UTC)
Thanks, it's always neat to hear what elements work for people. ^_^

You write Cable so well.

Well. Hypothetical-AU-teen!Cable (it would be a little odd if canon!Cable acted like this). But I am really pleased people are enjoying this version of the character. =D
Dec. 13th, 2010 01:22 am (UTC)
Well. Hypothetical-AU-teen!Cable

Well yes, but it's still clearly Cable. A lot of times au will just make a character completely unrecognizable. But here, Cable has a lot of the same personality traits that make him who he is, and I love it.
Dec. 13th, 2010 05:57 am (UTC)
And quite seriously, it is good to hear. I'm always a little worried teen!Nate is coming out a little too soft around the edges, or a little too mature for his age, but I can't be doing too badly if people are still enjoying the result this much.
Dec. 12th, 2010 01:41 pm (UTC)
OMG yes, an update! I've been following this story for a while, and yesss to this chapter. Blind Alfred is a world of win. Also love Wade the action flick dork. "I'm from the future", Cable will say, all seriousfaced, and Wade will go doe-eyed and gasp, "I knew it."
Dec. 12th, 2010 03:37 pm (UTC)
Yay, another Blind Al fan! =D She is going to be so completely not surprised when they finally get together.

"I'm from the future", Cable will say, all seriousfaced, and Wade will go doe-eyed and gasp, "I knew it."

XD That... is actually not one of the scenarios for how Nate's secrets get out that ever occurred to me, but it is all to easy to picture.

Oh man, now you've got me thinking how badly this fandom needs a Terminator AU, where Cable's come back to protect Wade for the good of the future. XD Makes way too much sense.
Oct. 13th, 2011 07:12 am (UTC)
Oh my god, Nate. How do you not even realize just how jealous you are right now? How? It's an interesting way you've written this story with Nate not realizing why exactly it is that he's missing being the focus of all Wade's attention but still wanting to be able to say tell Wade that he is, in fact, a real life badass so he can get that attention back anyway. Wade so obviously wants to impress Nate but at the same time Nate, not as obviously (or even consciously) wants to do the same with Wade and it's... It's damn hilarious, is what it is. XD

In other words: this fic is amazing and I already love it desperately. <3
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