Oh, you know I have seen
A sky without sun
A man with no nation
Saints, captive in chains
A song with no name
For lack of imagination

Ya he…
And I've seen
Darker then ebony
Ya he…
And now it seems, that I
Without your eyes could never be

My one desire all I aspire
Is in your eyes forever to live
Traveled all over the seven oceans
There's nothing that I wouldn't give
Came from Sahrein, got to Beirut,
Looking for someone comparing to you
Tearing down windows and doors
And I couldn't find eyes like yours

Came from Sahrein, got to Beirut,
Looking for someone comparing to you
Tearing down windows and doors
And I couldn't find eyes like yours

Oh, I have just seen
A woman of means
In rags and looking for pleasure
Crossed a river of salt
Just after I rode
A ship that's sunk in the desert

Ya he…
And I've seen
Darker then ebony
Ya he…
And now it seems, that I
Without your eyes could never be

My one desire all I aspire
Is in your eyes forever to live
Traveled all over the seven oceans
There's nothing that I wouldn't give
Came from Sahrein, got to Beirut,
Looking for someone comparing to you
Tearing down windows and doors
And I couldn't find eyes like yours

Came from Sahrein, got to Beirut,
Looking for someone comparing to you
Tearing down windows and doors
And I couldn't find eyes like yours

("Eyes like yours" Shakira)

PART13
Logan was driving, the kid sleeping on the backseat. Various thoughts
troubled Canadian's mind. He knew the best thing now was to ride back
to the mansion and give the kid up for professional treatment of Jean
Grey. And yet some part of him was growling at that, demanding him to
drive to his small cabin in the woods and… ~and what? Go down on the
poor kiddo? Like he hadn't gotten enough of that.~ Logan snapped
mentally, his hands clenching the wheel until his knuckles went white.
Damn, but yes, he wanted it, wanted to go down on Cajun and ravish
him until he'd be laying limp softly panting his name. He could
almost see those silky hair spread on the pillow, those exotic eyes
calling for him…

Wolverine shook his head and stared on the road. ~You impale the kid
on your cock – you go and impale yourself on your claws, damn fucker~
That sounded threateningly. That was a good argument to shut the
images down, and a good reason for Logan to go cuss his animal nature.

Remy floated in warm oblivion, occasionally drifting to the surface,
watching the roof of the car through the dark haze and slipping back
into oblivion/sleep. Finally his body seemed to have had enough rest,
and he opened his eyes fully to look around.

The first thing he noticed was the absence of the tormentor. Blinking
rapidly, he searched for the tall man, but couldn't see him anywhere
around. "He went away." The Savior rumbled, catching his glance in
the mirror. Remy eased back in relief.

"Where're we heading now, monsieur?"

Logan gritted his teeth and pushed the words through the ball in his
throat. "To the mansion." Here. He said it, and there's no way back
now.

"Mansion?" The kid tittled his head to the side. "What kind of?"

"The School for Gifted, ruled by Xavier. A place for those like us."
~Yeah, for those like you, kid. The place where no one will hurt you.
where they won't let me hurt you, handsome one.~ Logan thought, and
briefly pitied he didn't accept the kid that time in a bathroom. When
was it? Yesterday? It looked like the eternity had passed since then.
~He wasn't made for those bathrooms.~

Remy rolled the thought in his head. The safe place?
Interesting… "How much would it cost to live there?"
Logan blinked. Kid's way of thoughts was quite natural, yet he lived
in the mansion for so long he could barely imagine professor getting
payment from mutant kids.

"It's for free."

It was now Remy's time to blink. "For free? How come?" Long ago he
grew to the thought there was nothing for free in this world.
Sometimes there were opportunities to get `free' food of place for
nightstand in his early age, or some benefits later on, yet every
time the real price appeared to be so high it'd have been better to
pay with money. When being a child, he had no money though, so he had
to pay the price…

"Okay… yet… hmm… let's say, how much approximately it may cost?"
Logan was ready to answer, when the realization of the way kid was
thinking kicked him. It was exactly the way he was thinking himself
when first coming there. He didn't believe the place like that
existed, how could he after all? Rather quickly he got to know how it
was going here, but only after years he began to really feel that it
was for free and forever.

"You see, kiddo, it's… well, it's for free. In real. They won't ask
you a thing, just maybe to do homework." He chuckled.

Remy frowned. "Homework?" he chuckled too. "I doubt it, monsieur. I'm
22 already."

Logan chocked on his laugh. Damn, he had to guess the kid had already
passed his twenties, it was clear by the way he moved and talk, yet…
his look was misjudging, giving him the image of a kid in his late
teens.

"Then… heh, then you'll probably have to teach some classes, I
guess." He shrugged.

"Classes?" Acadian thought for a moment. "I think I'll manage that.
How about art class? I can give it briefly, and for those who get
interested I can give additional lessons."

Logan raised an eyebrow. "Good." Somehow it suited LeBeau to be an
expert in art. It was as natural as Summers-dick teaching maths, or
Sinister doing science. ~What else can he learn if not art, when he
himself looks like a piece of art?~ he thought, catching red eyes in
the mirror, when the question drew his attention.

"And what do you teach, monsieur?"

"Martial arts" the reply came. Remy eyed the muscular shoulder that
could be seen from behind the back of the driver seat. Dark and
hairy, like having metal construction under that rough skin.

"That suits You, monsieur." He smiled cheerfully. "You look like
being born for fighting."

The admiration in kid's eyes made Logan snort. ~Wish he wasn't
admiring that in me. Anything but that…~
"And you think it's good?" he rose an eyebrow, seeing Remy notice it
in the mirror.

Acadian shifted on the seat. "Well, oui, that's great." He tried to
smile, yet the grim look of his Savior made him uncomfortable. he
must have said something wrong or something stupid. ~As always~ Remy
thought sadly ~But damn, I really do admire that in him! What can I
do?~

Wolverine shook his head and caught the reflection of kid's eyes. "I
wasn't born for fighting." He said slowly. "I was made this way. And
there was time when I would have given the whole half of my life for
this…" he shot out a set of claws "…to vanish. So no, I wasn't born
this way."

Kid's eyes stared at him for a moment, the red turning into the dark
crimson, then the lids slid down, as LeBeau stared at the
floor. "Sorry, monsieur." He muttered stiffly, and Logan felt a
stinging pin of guilt.

He forced a shade of smile to return on his face. "it's okay, kiddo,
I know you didn't mean it."

Remy looked up again, and the crimson rubies of his eyes were
glistering. "I truly didn't mean it this way, monsieur. I just… I
admire your strength and skills. Life can be tough without them." his
eyes traveled to his chest, where the letters MY TOY could still be
seen. Suddenly his head snapped up in shock, he glanced in a mirror
to catch Logan's eyes, then back at his chest.

"What?"

Remy blinked, then traced his finger carefully over the
scratches. "They're healing. Fast." He muttered in disbelief.
Logan smiled. "I know."
LeBeau's eyes snapped up at him. "You mean… it was you who did it,
monsieur?"

"My blood. It carries some regenerative stuff, so when getting into
other person's system it heals him too."

Remy's hand absently trailed to the damp shirt wrapped over his
midriff.

"That'll heal too, if hadn't already. The fresh wounds heal faster."
LeBeau blinked, then suddenly smiled shyly, in disbelief. "You… did
it for me?"

Logan shrugged. "And whom else was it gonna help if not you?" ~You
yourself, Logan. You won't bare his death, and you know that.~

"Ow…" the kid silenced up. It took a while for him to speak again.
"Think it may come handy, no? the ability to heal."

Logan chewed on his lower lip, his eyes slightly downcast. "It had
been, it had been not. Some plusses, some minuses. I'm still alive
because of this."

"A plus" Acadian cheered.

"I'm one of the best fighters known in cage-bars." Logan chuckled.

"Another plus"

"Well, I also got claws because of this."

"Plus" Remy nodded surely.

Logan shook his head. "Ak-kah, minus. One big minus at first. Only
then a plus."

Remy shrugged and pulled his limbs a bit closer to himself, as if
wanting to get smaller. Logan spotted the movement.

"Don't worry, kiddo, it was long ago." He decided to change the
topic. "What about you? How did you appear in that cell?"
Instead of answering, Remy shifted on the seat, then sat up slowly.
Carefully he unwrapped the blood-soaked cloth. The wound had almost
healed, just small sign was left. He used the clean part of the shirt
to wipe the dried blood off his skin, then took off the equally
bloody jacket and glanced at Logan.

"May I get to the front seat?"

Wolverine shrugged. "Sure. And I'll see your wound."

He started to drop the speed, intended to stop the car, when the kid
pulled himself to the front seat with incredible ease and
flexibility. His lean muscles ran under the soft skin in the perfect
symphony of beauty. That was when Logan realized the kid was
shirtless.

"I think I'll stop anyway." he said, and pulled the vehicle to a
stop. Bending over, he looked over the wound, or what was left of it.
The sun was up already, shining over the horizon, so Wolverine didn't
even need the night vision to see.

The wound was covering up, maybe half of the inch deep, maybe less.
Nothing compared with that deep deadly hole. Just a mark on a perfect
skin. ~It's golden.~ he thought. ~the skin is golden under the sun~
He reached out before he could stop himself, and brushed over that
luxury silk, just near the mark.

The kid didn't yelp, and it was a good sign for his health. Yet it
was just the corner of his mind detecting it. The rest of the mind
was bathing in the sensation two rough fingertips sent to the lust-
fogged brain.

With every bit of strength Logan jerked himself up and sat
straight. "The wound's clean, healing and everything's nice." He
muttered on one single breath. "In some hours there'll be no sign of
the one. And no sign of this." He pointed at the MY TOY scars.

"Thank you" Remy smiled, then quickly brushed over Savior's body with
his gaze. It was the first time he could actually see his Savior
close, with his own mind not clouded with pain or fever or fear. The
man still fit into `killing machine' description, yet it wasn't all
about him. He had a protective aura. Near him Remy felt safe for some
reason, so safe like he never felt before. ~Why?~ the question came
and vanished.

Logan caught the kid's stare out of the corner of his eye, and
briefly glanced over his own frame looking for any sign that must
have caught LeBeau's attention. Then he saw it, and his mouth ran
dry. His nipples were perfectly erect and hard as pebbles. And he
didn't even have a shirt to put on.

"Hmm… damn wind." He reached for the button and the window glass slid
up. "Got me into chill."