Title: Past Revisited Pt 2

Author: BJ

Disclaimer: Forgot this in the first part, Sorry! I don’t own anybody you may recognize, Marvel does. Anyone you don’t recognize was created by my warped little mind. You can borrow them if you want to just don’t get me in trouble in the process, okay?

Pairing: Remy/Logan

Rating: R Really bad things happen to Remy. Graphic injuries ahead!

Summary: The search continues. Remy is forced to repay his debt.

In the three weeks since Remy’s disappearance and the devastating trip to hospital Logan had become more and more withdrawn. Answers to questions were down to single words. Food was left in the hall outside his room for hours and then only a few bites were taken before it was returned. He left every night, searching small towns and large cities. Searching for a sight or a scent or a word that told him where his young lover was, if he was okay. They’d charged every base of Sinister’s they knew about in hope or dread that they’d find him. There was nothing. The FoH was questioned, they decided to co-operate when Wolverine arrived, and they were no help. Every other known enemy was studied from afar, nothing showed. The young Cajun had vanished without a trace.

Remy leaned heavily on the back of the chair and watched as Oscar threw a bag on the bed. “ Okay Stephen put these on, you start work tonight.” Remy stared at the man,

“ But…” He’d only managed to get out of the bed yesterday. He was still running a fever and his shoulder was so stiff he could hardly move his arm. The migraine he woke up with was now a constant throbbing and he had no idea who he was. He had no memory of anything before waking up in this tiny apartment. He thought he had vague memories of his childhood so when Oscar told him what his “job” was he assumed that was what he did. It was the only thing that felt true. He was used to answering to Stephen now but he knew in his heart that wasn’t his name. Every time he tried to remember the pain only increased, he felt it was hopeless to continue. “ So Stephen, since you aren’t really ready to go out on the street yet a few of my special clients agreed to come to you. They receive a “special discount” and you get to stay in the bed. They’ll break you in for me. You get those clothes on and be REAL nice to them, you understand.” Remy grimaced as he bent and picked up the bag. He couldn’t put much weight on his leg so he leaned heavily against the wall on his way to the dirty little bathroom. Once inside, he locked the door and slowly stripped out of the clothes he was wearing. Tears slid down his face as he put on the tight pants and silky shirt. Oscar had done a horrible job of patching him up. His shoulder wound still hadn’t closed properly and his leg was hot to the touch and throbbed. This was beginning to feel so wrong but he didn’t know why. The few memories he managed to capture were of him with much older men in alleys or on beds in roach infested hotels. There was one that felt different but as hard as he tried he could not see the man’s face .He was strong and possessive and yet gentle and kind. He turned to the mirror and stared at the fever-flushed face that stared back, “ Who are you?” he asked the reflection but it, like he, had no idea. He wiped the tears and ran his fingers through his hair, wincing when he hit the wound above his ear. Suddenly he was sure he remembered someone else doing that. He held onto the sink tightly and closed his eyes trying to grasp the illusive memory but it was just no good there was nothing. He startled when he heard the knock on the door to the apartment. “ Show time Stephen!” Oscar yelled as he went to open the door. He would let his preferred customers have half price until Stephen was ready to hit the street. He made the boy practice on him and his eyes closed as he remembered the sweet hot mouth closing around him. The boy was definitely a Pro; he’d climaxed in minutes. He’d move through customers faster than any other whore out there. The rest of Oscar’s little stable was jealous of the newcomer at first but once they got a look at him they understood. Stephen was so fine he’d draw John’s from miles away, probably force some of the independents out of town, which meant more money for them in the long run. “ Hello David.” Oscar shook the graying man’s hand. “I hope this boy is everything you said Oscar, I’ve never had a mutant before, are you sure it’s safe?” Oscar smiled, “Judge for yourself. You get to be the first to experience the Sexy, Sultry, Stephen.” Remy opened the door and leaned in the frame. “ Allo” he whispered “ ‘ow can Stephen ’elp you tonight?” David’s mouth fell open, “ Damn Oscar, I’d pay to hear him talk. Where the hell have you been hiding this sweet young thing?” The older man was all over Remy, squeezing and touching. “ He owes me so he’s working off his debt, ain’t that right Stephen.” Remy just nodded as the man groped him and started moving him toward the bed. “ I want you to talk the whole time you hear me sweet thing? Get out Oscar, I paid for an hour and I don’t want to waste a second of it.” Oscar bowed to the man and leaned in to whisper in Remy’s ear, “ You do what he asks boy and it will all be over before you know it.” Remy was scared to death but he nodded anyway, after all this was his job…

By the time Stephen was done that first night he was barely conscious. His fever was raging and he could feel the blood running down his legs as Oscar helped him to the tub and sat him down. The pimp turned on the water and watched, as it turned pink from the blood. “ You did real good Stephen, real good. I know Carl can be rough but he pays extra and after David left I was turnin them away at the door! You are gonna be my ticket outta this rattrap apartment. Another week or two and we’ll be movin uptown!” Stephen didn’t hear a word he said. He was lost in the horror of what he’d done for the last ten hours. He hurt everywhere. His shoulder and thigh were bleeding, torn open again by over zealous customers. “ I’ll patch you up, you’ll get some sleep and we’ll do this again tomorrow.” The man hauled Remy out of the tub and helped him lay face down on the blood stained bed. He spread his legs, noticing the bruises already forming on his thighs and cheeks. Next, without warning, he shoved his finger inside Remy’s torn opening. A weak scream was forced from his swollen lips. “ I know this hurts but if you want to work tomorrow I gotta rub this stuff all up in there. Damn, you’re torn up in there. Oh well, we’ll see how you feel tomorrow alright?” He threw a thin blanket over the shivering boy. “ I’ll be back when it’s time to work again.” he said and left. Before Remy fell into sweet oblivion he thought he remembered satin sheets and a thick down comforter.

The Next night when Oscar opened the door he threw the keys and screamed “Oh fuck!” Carl had obviously paid an unexpected visit to the boy sometime during the day. He found what was left of him naked on the floor between the wall and the bed. There was a puddle of blood forming under the kid’s mouth and between his legs. Bruises and bite marks covered the pale body and ran a path down to his cock. He’d been slashed with a knife across his stomach, between his legs, down his cock and across his sac. “ God Damn you Carl! He was my ticket out!” He heard a noise and watched the man in question move out of the bathroom, blood still on his face even after he’d washed. “Little fuck wouldn’t blow me! You better teach him better Oscar; I had to force my cock down his throat! Maybe I got a little carried away with the knife but the blood makes everything slide so easy…” Oscar looked at the battered body on the floor, “ You killed him. We gotta get outta here. We’ll move to the west side of town. Get anything that connects us to him.” The men stumbled around the small room collecting anything that would link them to the body they stepped over and ignored. When they were through they pulled the door shut and left. Somebody would find the body eventually.

EMT’s ran down the hall pushing a gurney. “ What’ve we got?” Dr. Henderson screamed over the commotion. “ Probably a prostitute. Owner of the apartments on Sixth Ave. found him when he went up for the rent. He’s lost a lot of blood, not breathing unaided, whoever worked him over was thorough. He’s got a couple of wounds that look like gunshots, they’re older, maybe three weeks, and both infected.” The EMT’s moved aside for the doctor, “ Get him to Trauma Two, STAT!” The doctor worked over the body fast but efficiently assessing the damage, he’d have to sew the boys lower body back together, bite marks, bruises, this kid would be lucky to survive. He pried open an eye to check his pupils, “ SHIT! This is him! This is the kid they were looking for!” The doctor stepped away from his patient and called down the hall, “ Nancy! Call those guys from New York! Tell them we’ve got their boy here!” He stepped back up to the shattered body of the boy and whispered under his breath, “ Tell them to hurry.”

“ Xavier Institute, Jean Summers speaking. May I help you?”

“ Mrs. Summers, this is Nancy Williams from Community Hospital in Lancaster, Pennsylvania. I’m calling for Dr. Peter Henderson. I’m pretty sure we have your friend here.” With little more than a thought Jean broadcast the call to everyone in the mansion.

“ Please repeat that?”

“ We have a John Doe here, he’s in very critical condition. When the doctor went to check his eyes…they’re red on black. Mrs. Summers, I really think this is your missing friend.” Scott and Hank appeared in the doorway of the kitchen almost simultaneously. Their hearts pounding, could it be?

“ Thank you Ms. Williams, we’ll be right there.” Jean hung up the phone and threw herself at Scott, “ It’s a miracle! It’s him, it has to be!” She was crying quietly on his shoulder. He hugged her tight as he tried to get his emotions under control. “ Let’s go find out, shall we?” By now all of the X-Men had gathered in the kitchen. They were all chattering loudly among themselves when it suddenly became silent. Logan stood in the doorway looking fifty years older. He was pale and scruffier than ever, “ Jeannie?” She pulled away from her husband, tears still streaming from her bright green eyes. “ It’s him Logan, it has to be.” She took his hands and squeezed them. “ How many men can there be with red on black eyes.” Logan looked into her eyes searching for the truth. He cleared his throat,

“ Okay then,” A tear left his eye making it’s way through the three-week growth of beard he now sported. “ Let’s bring him home where he belongs.” She gently wiped the tear from his face and kissed his cheek. “ It’s finally over.” He pulled her into a hug and suddenly everyone was patting his back. “ Let’s Go!” Bobby whined.

Nancy Williams blinked in surprise when five smiling faces greeted her after her lunch break. “ Mr. Summers?”

“ Can we see him?” They looked so happy, she felt her stomach knot. “ I’ll call the doctor.” She looked up at these friends of John Doe, didn’t they realize…? “ Doctor? Mr. Summers is here…No he brought others with him… Yes, I did tell them…Yes Doctor.” She hung up the phone and smiled at them. “ The doctor will speak to you here.” She showed them to a small private waiting room. Jean was clinging to Scott’s arm, Ororo held onto Logan’s hand. Hank was feeling the first stirrings of unease. This is where he’d take a person to tell them bad news but he kept his thoughts to himself. The doctor entered and nodded politely to the others but spoke directly to Hank. “ Dr. McCoy, first let me tell you what an honor it is to have you here. I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you before.” Hank shook his hand and put on a smile he no way felt. “ I think we should make sure this is your friend before we continue. If you’d come this way…” Logan cleared his throat

“ Doc, he’s my lover. I’m gonna see him first.” There was no way the doctor was going to say no to the determination in that voice. “ Of course, this way please.” He led Hank and Logan to a private room. Once again Hank felt uneasy, not in the ward. He was in a private room. The doctor stopped in front of the closed door, “ You were informed that his condition was critical?” “ Yes doctor. May we?” Hank asked. The doctor opened the door and stepped aside to let Hank and Logan enter. Nothing could have prepared them for the sight that greeted them. A breathing tube snaked out of Remy’s mouth, the respirator forcing air into his lungs. A heart monitor beeped quietly in the corner. His eyes were sunken and he was covered in purple bruises. A sheet hiding the worst of the damage covered his lower body. “ He had several gunshot wounds that were older, possibly as much as three weeks. One through his shoulder, one to his thigh and a grazing shot to his head, here. He’s got an infection in his bloodstream because they were left unattended. There is also an infection in his femur. Whoever dug out the bullet in his leg never took care of it. There is fluid in his lungs…He’s been raped repeatedly; he needed surgery to repair the damage to his rectum, anus and genitals. We think he’s been working as a prostitute-” Logan’s eyes were torn from his lover “ What did you say?” The doctor continued, “ He was found severely beaten in an apartment building known for prostitution.” Logan turned to Hank who was reading Remy’s chart. “ May we have a moment doctor?” The young man nodded, “ Of course, take all the time you need.” He left and closed the door quietly behind him. Logan stepped closer to the bed and ran his fingers through the soft hair. “God, Hank?” He bent and kissed his young lover gently as Hank flipped through the pages of the chart. “ It’s not good Logan. He’s very, very ill. The infections are out of control, if we don’t stop them we could lose him or he could lose the leg.” He lifted the sheet and cringed, rows of stitches criss- crossed the boy’s groin, between his legs, his genitals and down his long thighs. Ugly bite marks, angry and red covered his torso. Hank tried to replace the sheet but wasn’t fast enough to keep Logan from catching a glance. He paled and returned to brushing back the long red hair, “ What was he doin there Hank? Why would he be in a place like that? Why didn’t he come home or call?” Hank sighed and replaced the chart to the end of the bed, “ I don’t know Logan and it will be a while before Remy can answer any questions.” Hank felt Remy’s forehead and inspected the graze over his left ear. “ I’m going to go back and break the news to the others.” He left and Logan pulled a chair up to the bed. He sat and listened to the respirator breathe for the young man he knew intimately but hardly recognized now. There was no way to hold his hand because of the numerous IV’s so Logan rested his hand on Remy’s chest. “ Darlin?” He played with the soft hair he’d given up hope of ever touching again. “ I’m right here. I don’t know what happened but I’m not letting ya out of my sight again.” He wanted to kiss the boy so badly. “ We’re gonna get the bastard who hurt ya too, I promise.” The silence that answered him was deafening. “ You gotta wake up, okay? I have a really important question to ask.” Silence. “ Can ya hear me? Do ya even know I’m in the room?” Silence. The hiss and thump of the respirator, the quiet beeps of the heart monitor. Deafening silence.

Hank braced himself before entering the small waiting room. “ Well?” “ Can we see him?”

“ How soon before he can be moved.” Hank cleared his throat and began, “ He’s very ill. He’s not breathing on his own. He’s had extensive surgery to repair damage inflicted to his lower body. He’s got infections raging out of control in his blood stream and the bones of his right leg. He’s currently in a coma, he’s been repeatedly raped and beaten and shot.” His voice broke and Jean and Storm sat down hard, stunned by the severity of the injuries. Scott looked back at the ladies to make sure they were okay before he turned to Hank who had covered his face with a large hand, the image inducer taking care of the blue fur.

“ Hank?” Hank lifted his tear stained face, “ In all my years as the X-Men’s physician I have never felt my stomach turn, what has happened to Remy is sickening even to me.” There was a knock on the door and the doctor entered “ I already spoke to Mr. Logan and I wanted to update you too.” He carried a thick chart and moved to Hank, “ I understand that you want to move Mr. Le Beau to your private medical facility.” Hank nodded and he continued “ I believe we will be able to remove the breathing tube in forty-eight to seventy-two hours. If we are successful I will sign the release papers on the condition that he is placed in a medical facility and allowed to continue healing under a doctor’s care.” Hank nodded again, “ We have a modern medical facility and Remy will be under my personal care until he is well.” The doctor smiled and shook his hand, “ I couldn’t ask for more than that. Dr. McCoy, it’s been a pleasure to meet you.” he nodded goodbye to the others and left. “ Henry? What do we do now?” Storm’s voice was quiet, subdued. “ I am going to stay here with Logan until Remy can be moved. You should go back home and inform the rest of the team, make sure the Lab is ready for our found friend. I know Remy hates my Lab but I think he would much prefer to be there than in a strange one.” Scott shook his hand and said quietly “ Look after them.” “ I will, I won’t let them out of my sight.” Scott Jean and Ro reluctantly flew home to update the team and prepare the lab. Hank wandered back to Remy’s room. Logan hadn’t moved since he left, his hand still rested on Remy’s chest. He was staring at it, watching it rise and fall. “ How’s he doing?” Hank asked to break up the silence of the room. Logan just shrugged, never taking his eyes off his lover, wondering if the young man would be able to recover. “ I gotta know what happened. I gotta find out what made him stay here, do…Do what he did.” Logan knew Remy’s past, had forced the boy to confess after a nightmare so bad that the intensity of it scared even the mighty Wolverine. There was NO WAY Remy would do that again. “ We may never know.” Hank said sadly and pulled up a chair to join Logan in his vigil at Remy’s bed.

Two days passed and the respirator was finally removed after two unsuccessful tries. He was still in his coma, lost in sleep so deep that nothing could wake him but he was breathing on his own and ready to go home. “ Well Logan, it’s a small victory but a victory none the less.” Logan bent and kissed Remy the moment the nurses left the room. He didn’t respond and Logan felt a dull ache in his chest. He had almost convinced himself that his kiss would wake the sleeping thief just like in the fairytales. “ Yer right Blue. Can we go home now?” Maybe familiar sounds and smells would get through to him. “ Yes, Scott will arrive in the Falcon within the hour. It’s much smaller and easier to explain at airports than the Blackbird. An ambulance will transport Remy to the plane.” Hank left to sign the release papers after checking his young patient once more. Logan turned and walked to the window that looked over a nearby park. Watching the people below he sighed and wondered if his life would ever be that simple. Hearing a tiny sound behind him he turned slowly and found himself staring into the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen.

End

TBC in “ Present Hell ”