Another hour passed, and the sky started to lighten, when the lock
finally clicked. For a moment both men just sat motionless, not
daring to believe in their luck. Then Cajun carefully undid
the `glove' and removed it. Without it, Savior's hand looked much
better, like a wild animal released from the cage.
Wild animal. The man balled a fist, and metallic hissing sound passed
in the cell, when three blades shot out of the hand between the
knuckles. They glittered in the dim light of the early morning,
deadly and dangerous as they were, cold and threatening, and Remy
realized why did the captors restrained them and didn't restrain
Creed's claws. Those were nothing compared with this glittering death.
Caught in the sight, LeBeau reached out his fingers to touch the
blades, when Logan's other hand caught his. "Careful, they cut
through everything." He guided the delicate hand to the flat side of
the claws, his breath caught somewhere in his throat as the fellow's
fingers ran over the cold metal in almost caressing gesture. With an
inaudible groan he sheathed the claws. Remy gave his mesmerized
look. "It's not like I always had them, kid." Logan muttered, not
wanting to give Cajun wrong impression.
The kid rose an eyebrow. "I'd have never thought this way. They… make
you look whole."
Logan blinked, realizing he didn't know what to say, and turned the
talk back to business. "So can you undo another cuff?" Remy gave a
glance to the window. The sun wasn't rising yet, mais it was
close. "Gimme half an hour and it'll be done, monsieur. I know the
principles now." Logan nodded. "Do it, kid. We'll need both sets of
claws if we wanna get out."

The kid was fumbling with the lock, and Logan put every bit of his
will not to look at him. He looked everywhere but on those agile
fingers playing with a tiny wire, on those graceful wrists with a
small prominent bone in their outer sides and those silky auburn hair
that waterfalled down kid's shoulders guarding his gorgeous face from
both sides as his head was bowed down to the lock.
~He's kid, Logan, he's kid and only a kid, not a whore whose ass you
can go pinch whenever you want!~ the thought came, the other
followed. ~But all I want is to touch that fascinating hair, to brush
it, to tangle my hand into it, to feel silky strands slid through my
fingers…~ ~Yeah, and you also want to grasp that fascinating hair
when having those fascinating lips around your fascinating cock
sucking you off in veeery fascinating way! Face it, that's what you
want. Still considering apologizing to Creed?…~ Wolverine swallowed
hard and balled his free hand into a tight fist, nails breaking the
rough skin.
~You're NOT gonna think about him this way. Damn, you're old enough
to be his father!~ that was the conclusion, and the tension partially
left him. Yeah, he might have been his father, it's all clear now.
They just don't have a chance. All he had to do was not to look at
that hair…

Finally the lock clicked and the other glove slid off Logan's hand,
freeing another set of claws. Remy slimed, as another three blades
shot out of the clenched fist. "Gorgeous" he whispered with awe in
his crimson eyes.
"Yeah, and handy" Logan smirked, as he slid the claw between the
kid's neck and the collar. "Don't worry" he whispered reassuringly as
Cajun flinched from the coldness. One quick slash – and the collar
was cut off.
Remy looked down at the collar in his hands, then rose his eyes on
the man, a smile playing on his lips. "We're gonna make it."

Logan cut through the lock with one single movement. They slid out of
the cell, closing the door so it would look like locked. Logan
grasped kid's hand while soundlessly pacing along the corridor with
cells on both sides. Kid's hand wasn't shivering unlike he expected,
it was firmly grasping his. ~Sure, Cajun's been in a Thief's Guild,
must have escaped hundreds of times before~
Remy was surprised the man took a hold of his hand, yet he didn't do
anything to withdraw it. Savior's palm felt rough, rougher than the
hand of Jean-Luc. His father had true thief's fingers, agile and
sensitive. The savior's hand was more like the one of an Assassin,
like Julian's. Yet this one wasn't threatening, and he felt like he
could trust this hand to lead him.

They moved through the corridor of the cells, trying not to breath.
their success was depending on silence, they both knew it well.
Passing most of the cells, they finally reached the door, when a hiss
caught Logan's attention.
Remy didn't hear any sound, and almost bumped into Logan's frozen
form. The Savior slowly turned his head, and LeBeau did the same,
faster though, catching the shocked expression on Logan's face.
Creed was standing at the bars of the cell, watching them, his
emerald eyes shining in darkness. "You leave now – I make an uproar,
you get caught again and maybe even killed." He mouthed.

Remy felt the ground slid from under his feet. The mere sight of the
Tormentor didn't allow his mind to think straight, mixing thoughts
and shaking all sense out of his head. He couldn't do much more than
cling to Savior's form like a little boy and wait for him to make a
decision.

Logan wrapped his arm around the kid and stared at Creed. "What do
you want?" he whispered.
Creed gave the door of his cell a glance. "Slice the lock open."