Anything & Everything

The first time Wade hears him is early one Saturday morning. He had been asleep on the lumpy pull-out couch, dreamless and peaceful for a change, when he was gradually pulled out of it by warm, quiet hums. Wade gently opened one eye, immediately noticing that Logan wasn't lying next to him like he'd expected but making coffee in the kitchen instead. After a few minutes, the hums turned into slightly louder lyrics, Logan's socked foot beginning to tap out a beat on the linoleum.

It was only then Wade's brain managed to work through his sleepy haze and figure out that Logan, the fucking Wolverine of all people, was singing. Not only singing, but beautifully. He'd even managed to hit the high note of the song Wade didn't recognise, which would've blown his mind even more than it had already… if he wasn't finding himself falling back asleep.

He'd originally planned to get up and start the day, but Logan's buttery vocals had other plans for him and he was back out of it fast.

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The second time Wade was on the couch with Blind Al watching Great British Bakeoff. Well, he was watching at least… and no, that wasn't a blind joke. She simply had just fallen asleep after doing a couple of lines with Wade. The author might be a Christian, but she's not clueless, dear readers.

Wade was just enjoying the show, his mind at ease as he felt himself start to nod off right behind Al. Just as he'd closed his eyes, the sound of Logan getting in the shower had woken him up. Sharing a one-bedroom apartment between three people tended to make everything so much louder… including showers. Wade sighed, a little frustrated that his incoming rest had been disturbed, but he wasn't upset. He simply turned his attention back to the TV.

Wade wasn't sure how many minutes had passed when he heard the unmistakable low hums he'd heard the other morning. Soft at first, then growing louder until it was lyrics. They were still incredibly quiet yet extremely loud in the small apartment with paper for walls.

Curiously, Wade gets up from the couch and makes his way to the bathroom door, gently pressing his ear to the horrendously scratched wood. Unlike last time, Wade recondensed the song. Frank Sinatra, while surprising, wasn't an unusual choice. Logan had said one night at one of their friend gatherings that one of his favorite music eras was from the 1940s-1960s, but Wade thought he liked the other stuff like Elvis or Johnny Cash.

Wade stood there for the entirety of "The Way You Look Tonight" and through most of "On The Sunny Side of the Street," hypnotised by Logan's vocals before Al bumped into him and scared the living shit out of him. The sudden wall of Wade and scream scared Al too, her screech echoing throughout the apartment much more than Wade's ever did.

"What the fuck are you doing standing in the middle of the fucking hallway!? You really are trying to kill me, aren't you mother fucker!?" Al screamed, hitting Wade with her cane a few times.

Apparently, they had scared Logan too because the bathroom door flung open and out came Logan in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.

If Wade hadn't been hypnotized before… he sure as hell was now. Logan's abs were soaked, water droplets dripping down each one before getting soaked into the towel.

Just then, Wade was hit with Al's cane again.

"This motherfucker was up here standing in the middle of the fucking halway tryin'a kill me."

Logan sighed, the threat he had thought of in his head nowhere near being what happened. "Why were you standing in the middle of the goddamned hallway for?" Logan asked.

Wade didn't say anything for a full five seconds, stammering out gibberish to buy him some time to find a good answer.

"I told you, he's been trying to kill me for the past month!"

Logan chuckled. "He's not trying to kill you, Althea. You're his source of cocane, trust me you're not going anywhere.

"Then what was his ass doing in the middle of the fucking hallway!?"

"I was trying to find the book I was reading the other night on the shelf you asked me to put up!" Wade countered, pulling almost everything he had just said straight out of his ass.

Althea bought it, hitting Wade with her cane one more time. "Be louder about it next time, mother fucker!" She made her way back towards he bedroom, muttering more curses and slamming the door behind her, the frames on the wall shaking with the force from it.

Wade and Logan both stood in silence for a moment, Wade thinking that he needed to say something and fast before the moment became awkward.

"Were you singing in there?" NOT THAT NOT THAT!

Logan just laughed and pat Wade on the shoulder. "Althea must've hit you pretty hard, bub. You're hearing things."

And just like that, he disappeared back in the bathroom.

Wade sighed in relief, glad that Logan didn't put his claws through him at the accusation and only accused him of hearing stuff. Come to think of it, it had been a while since Logan had stabbed him. Not that he missed it or anything, hell no. It was just a tad bit odd, is all.

Wade stood there for another moment to see if Logan would start singing again, but he didn't and Wade found himself to be surprisingly upset.

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The third time he'd woken up from a nightmare. The first one he'd had since he'd begun sharing the pullout with Logan.

He was shaking, his breathing coming out in short, heavy pants as tears streamed down his face. He played the dream in his head, reliving each and every vivid detail. This continued for a few minutes, a panic attack starting to bubble up to the surface, but it was halted when he felt himself being pulled back down to the bed by two strong arms.

Logan

Wade's head was guided to lie atop his chest, the arms that had pulled him down now wrapping around him and holding onto him tightly. The gesture had brought him out of his haze, noticing how gentle yet firm Logan was with him and how his heartbeat was a constant against Wade's ear.

After a few minutes, he was much calmer but still a mess. Tears were flowing down his cheeks and pooling on Logan's chest, his breathing anything but stable. He was about to get up to go outside for a walk or something. Anything to snap himself out of his head, but a sudden hum stopped everything.

He stopped crying almost instantly, listening intently as Logan began to sing, low and quietly. The vocals of a song, Wade once again didn't recognise, soothing him and helping him stay grounded.

It was only then that he realised that Logan had been petting him, his large hands rubbing circles on his back comfortingly while he continued to sing and just as beautifully as he'd sounded the last two times.

Logan sang two other songs after the first one, petting on Wade and holding him close until his nightmare was far beyond him. Once Logan had stopped singing to fall back asleep, Wade chuckled quietly and commented: "I knew you had been singing."