RATING: NC-17
WARNING: SLASH
PAIRING: LOGAN/REMY
AUTHOR: SISTERWINE
SUMMARY: Now that Logan has Remy, can they move on from 1930? Logan
takes drastic steps
to ensure that he never raises a hand to Remy again. Is Remy ready
for his future at the Mansion,
or will he take off the bracelet and return to Logan's dreams?
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Sequel to "Only In My Dreams" (also mine).
"Non! Don' wan' it! Don' need it!" Remy stood beside his side of the
bed and tossed the brown
bag, and it's contents at Logan, who was standing on the other side
of the bed. They had been sorting through shirts, jeans, belts, and various
packets of boxers and briefs.
"Rem, you need it. It was yours in the first place. Will you just hear me out, kid?" Logan snatched up the white envelope that had slid out of the brown bag as it landed on the bed, in front of him.
Remy folded his arms and turned around to face the closet. He pouted and fumed at what he had discovered. "Remy give it t' y' f'r a purpose, cher. Not takin it back. Non."
Logan came around to face him, with the envelope in hand. "Why did you give it to me, then? You had it long before ya met me, kid. If you didn't want it, why did ya give it to me? Were ya leavin, me? Did I push you that far, Remy?" He put his hands on Remy's thin shoulders and waited for an answer.
Shrugging Logan's hands away, Remy sighed and sat on the bed. He looked
at the envelope in Logan's hands. "Logan, da house, was a gif' from a--"
He paused and flinched. "Michel gave de house t' me after 'e spen' a week
wit' Remy. Remy wasn' goin' nowhere, mon amour. 'e try to
make y' feel bett'r. Remy di'n' need it no more, cher. Don' wan' it
back."
"If I hadn't have-- ...... When were ya gonna tell me?" Logan knelt
infront of him, and lifted his
chin to his gaze.
"When y' sobre up, cher. Y' always tell Remy y' like de house. Y' always in a bad mood when y' drunk." Remy watched as Logan stood up and moved to the window.
Logan scratched at his chin and looked at the sunset. "So, you gave me the house, hopin I wouldn't hit ya again? Is that right?"
"Oui. An', non. Y' tell Remy, 'e belong t' you. An' dat if Remy leave,
y' kill 'im. Remy liked de
house but, if Logan happy, den you don' leave Remy." He got up and
walked over to stand behind Logan, resting his head on Logan's shoulder.
Logan closed his eyes and sat flatly, "I don't want the house, Rem."
Remy snatched the envelope from Logan's hand, backed away and charged it. "Fine, den. Remy don' wan' it either!"
Turning around, Logan grabbed Remy's wrist and squeezed. He let go when
Remy had drawn the charge back in and let go of the envelope. "That aint
what I had in mind for it. And, you missed
the other envelope in the bag. Go look."
Remy glared at Logan but, walked over and picked up the bag. He removed another envelope and stared at it in a confused manner. "Wha's dis? A ticket?" He waved it at Logan.
"Plane ticket. Two, actually. I wanted us to take a trip back there.
We need to get over this, so that we can move on. What happened this mornin
was just a snap. Rem, You know you have to work through this, just as much
as I do. You forced me to dream the bad stuff I've done to you--"
Logan had to contain his anger. He remained in the same spot, infront
of the window and watched as Remy came around and walked to the door.
"Non! Y' murder Remy dere! Now, y' wan' him t' go back dere and live
wit' you? Non, Logan.
Hur' t' much, cher." Remy stopped at the door and turned to face Logan.
Logan took long strides over to him and held the door shut with his
hand. "No, not live there. Kid, I'll be there, with you, to work through
this. It aint easy for me to look at that house, and see what
I did. I didn't come this far to lose you again. I know you can't let
go of what happened, and
neither can I. We need this."
Remy stared at him, blankly. "Leave me alone." He shoved Logan away from the door, opened it, and left as the door shut behind him.
Logan sighed outwardly, and sat down on the bed.
**********************
"Hey Remy! How about a rematch? I'll whip the pants off ya at Monopoly!"
Jubilee smiled and
called to Remy as he hurried down the stairs.
"Non, petite. P'haps later, oui? Remy need t' be alone, now." He hadn't
stopped as he was talking
to her. He gave her a faint smile as he paused in front of her at the
bottom of the stairs.
Jubilee looked at him a moment. "Yea, okay." Tossing him a look of concern as she watched him head for the door and open it.
Charles had came to his office doorway and watched Remy open the door. "Is everything alright, Remy?"
Remy stopped. "Oui. Excuse moi." Remy closed the door, quietly behind him as he left.
"Prof, what's up with him?" Jubilee came to stand at the window next
to the door, and watch
Remy retreat from the porch.
"I know why." Logan stood at the top of the stairs and said. He sighed as he came down and stopped at the bottom. "I handed him plane tickets and the deed to the house."
Charles glanced over the white envelope in Logan's hand. "Are you sure that was wise? Rushing things could bring him to recoil, again."
Jubilee had been staring out the window, watching Remy as he sat on
the white stone and stared
out at the waves. She had taken a liking to him since that afternoon.
Forgetting that she was
holding the Monopoly box under her arm, she let go and jumped with
a shriek as it hit the floor. Turning around to see Logan and Xavier looking
at her, she picked up the box and excused
herself.
"Charles, the kid and I need to sort this out. This dream is gonna haunt
him until we get rid of the 'ghosts'. It's the last thing I can think of.
It hurt him that I left him alone but, it's killin me that I'm just standin
here doin nothin." Logan said, under his breath. He brought the envelope
up to look at
it before sighing and heading for the door. He stopped as Xavier called
to him.
"Logan, go very slow with him. I have a feeling that house won't be
a fond memory. Granted it
was where he died, yet the bad memories often prevail over love. He'll
be counting on you to hold
on to him, tightly. Remy isn't the only person I'm worried about."
The Professor seemed deep in thought and pondered the outcome.
Logan nodded and walked outside, after Remy.
He came up behind the slender figure and placed his hands on thin shoulders,
rubbing them
through the material. He was silent for a long while. "Rem, I--"
"Go 'way, cher. Need t' be alone." Remy felt like his heart would burst if he had to explain how the house made him feel.
"Rem, I watched those dreams, alone. I abused you every chance I had.
But I also told you how much I was tryin, right? I aint sayin I'm gonna
get you back there and have everything just like
back then. It wasn't easy walkin through the house with Charles and
discribin everythin I did to
you. I know, Remy, I know you won't let go until you face this fear
that's eatin at ya." Logan had stopped rubbing his shoulders and walked
around to face him.
It was mostly dark, now. The only light came from the Mansion's porch. Remy wiped the tears away with the back of his hand, before Logan saw them. He had been hungry, earlier. But his stomach protested food after he saw the deed to his house.
"Ya hungry, kid?"
"Non. Sil vouz plait, leave me alone, cher."
"Look, this guilt trip thing only goes so far, Remy. It's morbid enough with you sittin there, on that tombstone!" Logan snapped.
Remy shot him a cold glare, his eyes seemed to glow red in the darkness.
"Dis is where I belong." He patted the top of the headstone. "Y' wan' t'
killl Remy all over again, go ahead den! Or, Remy
jus' take off dis bracelet, non? Y' left Remy t' die, Logan. Y' tell
Remy y' don' need his help, den y' kill him. All de while, y' tell Remy
y' love him. Logan, y' never touch Remy less y' drunk. Remy
say, he love you. But, Logan, he sen' Remy flyin' int' de wall, or
dump his clothes on de floor.
But, Remy stay. He t'ink y' do it jus' dat once. Y' embarrass Remy
when he take y' out. An' at de party.... y' flirt wit' de filles, den y'
yell at Remy f'r talkin t' de dames. Y' tell Remy he not a whore, non?
Den, y' tell Remy he is one as y' kill him. Logan, Remy don' love y' jus'
fo' de sex, cher. He love y' cause he wan' to. Need to. Remy try so har',
cher. Y' say nice t'ings t' Remy at his funeral, dat y' never say
t' him in person. D' y' love me, cher?"
Logan was at a loss for words. His chest tightened, and he felt like he couldn't breathe. It hurt to look at Remy after that. It hurt to talk, think, breathe, feel! But he had to. "No, Remy, you don't belong there! This is why I'm doin this, kid. You brought yourself to me, again, and haunted my dreams with these pictures of us. Please, Remy...... let me try to make this right? Besides, did you know that the town thinks your house is haunted by you?" Logan laughed nervously. "The tickets are for three weeks but, if you don't think you can handle it...... "
Another glare shot at Logan and he hissed. "Non. Remy didn' use his powers back den. 'e use dem dis time, cher. Y' kill Remy 'gain, he stay dead."
"Okay." Logan sighed and looked at the ground. "I do love you, Rem.
I've needed you near me so much. Not just for the sex, either. But, I feel
complete with you. Do you understand? And because
I didn't remember until I saw you in my dreams, well..... my mind went
fuzzy in alot of places.
Not just you." Logan thought it best to leave Remy alone for awhile.
So, he went back into the
house and sat down for dinner.
***************************
Hours passed and Logan had gone upstairs, to bed. But he couldn't sleep.
Remy hadn't come back
in the house. He listened for the boy, but there was nothing. Getting
out of bed, he walked to the window and moved the shade. Remy was still
sitting on the headstone. It hurt Logan to hear Remy tell him that he belonged
underneath of it. And he sensed Remy meant it.
Logan watched him. The slender figure that was hunched over, and slightly
shivering, no..
shaking. Remy was crying? Logan looked over at the clock. 12:00AM.
Slipping his jeans on, he walked downstairs and exited the house, quietly.
He walked a few feet and stopped before he reached Remy.
The moonlight lined the boy in silver and his pale skin shone in the
moon's embrace. A halo had
been created, resting on Remy's soft auburn hair. He bent forward again,
and wrapped his arms about himself. Sniffling and realizing someone was
behind him, he straightened up and dried his eyes.
"Come up to bed. You'll catch cold, sittin out here all night."
Remy turned his head to the right, but didn't look and Logan. "When de ticket say we leave, mon ami?"
"Two days. You sure you want to try this, kid?"
"Oui." Remy sighed tiredly, and slid off the headstone and walked back
towards the house.
To be continued.........
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