(PS: this part and the others after it are beta’d by
Kirstyn Middlemiss (Spirit Melody) – one of the best
beta-readers I ever worked with)

They rode for several hours, the sun was now high in
the sky, it’s rays shining in Logan’s hair, blue
shimmers in it’s natural raven-black color. It also
gave Remy’s strands a coppery shine, but Wolverine
didn’t see that.

He decided to stick to ignoring the kid, or at least
not look at him. Remy dozed on the passenger seat, his
head lolling sleepily towards the side when the car
shook on the uneven road. Logan made a point to keep
his eyes on the road.

Remy pretended he was dozing, but his curious eyes
occasionally caught sight of Logan from under the
thick lashes. The Savior was angry, he wasn’t looking
at him, wasn’t talking much either. ~Wha’ have I done
wrong?~ he asked himself, and a tiny ugly voice in his
head muttered back ~An’ what did y’ ever do right?~

~I tried t’ do t’ings right at least~ Remy thought.

~Yet y’ still didn’ manage it~

~Mais all I wan’ is t’ get a bit of his attention!~

The voice chuckled ~An’ why are y’ so sure you deserve
it? You weren’ anyt’ing but a bargain to him, an’ you
can’ say dat’s untrue.~

LeBeau could say nothing to that.

As they got to the main road Logan cheered up seeing
no police or cars waiting for them there. The new
found optimism was spoiled though, as when he took out
the map he found in the car and flattened it on his
knees he saw that to get to the mansion and to avoid
the roads that were most likely to be blocked by the
police, they had to make a huge circle. ~That’s gonna
take the whole day tommorow~ Wolverine realized with a
sigh. ~There’s no way we can get to the mansion
earlier.~

He spent a moment thinking through all the possible
places they could stay for the night. He almost agreed
on the choice of his abandoned cabin about twenty
miles away, but he managed to snap the idea out of his
head. In that cabin, all alone with the amazing kid…
he bit the tip of his tongue and refused to let the
thoughts go any further. It wasn’t going to be the
cabin – better some hotel. It didn’t take him long to
find out which one was the best.

Holding the map, Logan spoke to Remy, still without
turning to him. “We won’t make it to the mansion ‘til
tomorrow afternoon. That means we’ll have ta stay in a
hotel for the night and then take off again in the
morning.”

Remy nodded at that, and tried to pull up the nicest
of his smiles. ~Oh, Dieu, don’ be dat snappy t’ me,
please! It not be my fault I was born wit’out any
manners!~ his mind screamed, and he tried to make his
smile as sweet and as obedient as possible.

Logan gave the kid a slight glance, and almost froze
on the spot. His heart was in his throat, pulsing in
time with the tightening in his jeans. He took a deep
shuddering breath, but it didn’t help a bit. Wolverine
shifted on the seat and caught on that he was nearly
losing control over his urges. “Ya stop smilin’ like
that, kid!” he snapped, desperate to break through the
hypnotizing wave the kid was emanating.

Remy’s smile died down as if switched off. His eyes
stared at the board in front of him, and he had to
close them briefly, so the tears stood no chance of
coming close to falling. The Savior hated him. Why
wouldn’t he after all? The only helpful thing Remy had
managed to do was to open Logan’s restraints – all the
rest of the time he had been a liability only, hanging
on to his Savior like personified trouble.

LeBeau bit into his lip and looked out of the window.
The trees were flashing past them, branches
occasionally brushing the car – the road was still too
thin for a big vehicle. The Savior was driving him to
a safe place, to the place he might possibly be able
to call home one day…

~How will I live dere, wid him by m’ side, when my
mere smile disgusts him?~ To tell the truth, Logan was
the only person Remy knew in his life who seemed to be
totally unaffected by his charm power. Moreover,
instead of liking him, or lusting after him, the man
was bored of him, probably to the level of not being
able to handle much more.

~It no’ be fair~ Remy thought, watching the tall
trees. ~All o’ dose other people, effected by my damn
charm – I hated dem all. Could stand dem occasionally,
but I hated ‘em. I tried t’ hide from dem, and dey
used me, taking my body. An’ now, de only man I wan’
t’ give myself willingly to, hates my guts. I’m
cravin’ to give him my soul – an’ he looks like he’s
ready t’ spit on it. My Lord, I know I lived a dirty
life. But don’ I deserve a tiny bit o’ happiness?…~

The trees just waved their branches, leaving the
answer unspoken…

* * * * *

Logan drove the whole day. The Cajun offered to take
the wheel so he could get some sleep, but he’d
refused. He hoped after the hectic prison escape of
the night and the day of driving he’d just fall asleep
the moment his head touched the hotel’s pillow… and
there’d be no urges and no confusion, just the
peaceful sleep of an exhausted being.

Remy was taking a series of short naps, his wounds
were healing and fading, and he noticed that fact
every time he woke up. The MY TOY note had turned from
a net of bleeding wounds into thin barely visible
scratches; and the wound in his side was long gone.

Looking to the right Remy observed the Savior’s
shoulder. He watched the muscles moving as the man
drove, watched the sun reflecting off the tanned skin.
Once he even resorted to counting the hairs on Logan’s
arm, but he quickly realized he wouldn’t be able to do
that.

* * * * *

By the end of the day they finally came to the hotel
Logan was heading to. To his annoyance hours of
driving didn’t reflect upon his inner energy, he was
far more awake then he had hoped to be.

Getting out of the car he strolled into the hotel,
Remy following him with his head slightly down, like a
kid who disappointed his mom. “We need…” ~One room?
Hell, I can’t let myself sleep in one room with him!
But what if Creed comes? Could I forgive myself if the
kid gets killed because of my stupid personal
feelings?~ “…one room fer two.” He finished.

The old woman rooted through some papers, then lifted
her head to look at the newcomer. Surprisingly, she
was even shorter than Wolverine.

“Forty bucks, and it’s yours.” Logan shrugged and put
the money on the old table, maybe just as old as the
woman who was currently handing him the keys.

The pair paced to the second floor, and Logan opened
the door, sniffing the air. A smile formed on his
lips. Yeah, now he knew exactly what he was paying
forty bucks for.

The furniture was old and wooden, and quite cheap,
save for a table in the corner. There was no dust on
that – just the rich scent of old wood. Logan inhaled
deeply and sighed, catching Remy’s face in the corner
of his eye.

The kid seemed unhappy, carrying a somewhat bored look
on his face. ~He’s used ta nice furniture, and even
nicer apartments, he’s been in the Thieves Guild after
all. Ya could try to tell him why you like the place –
but kids like him don’t normally like something that’s
under the definite cost-level.~

“May as well sit here while I go get somethin’ to
eat.” Logan snapped. Defensively, he resorted to
snapping and growling on the kid, hoping he’d just
scare him off. ~It’s betta for ya, Remy. And for me.
For both of us.~

Pacing to the door, he went out and slammed it shut.

The moment the door shut with a loud thud, Remy
covered his face with his hands and burst into tears.
 

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