TITLE: SECRET COMPANIONS
AUTHOR: SisterWine
RATING/PAIRING: NC-17, Remy/Logan, Remy/Other
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN X-MEN. DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT SUING. NO MONEY,
NO MEANT HARM, JUST AN IDEA.
SUMMARY: sisterwine75@hotmail.com. Logan is bored and needs a good
adventure to occupy him. He meets a handsome kid, and is seduced into a
desparate plea for help. Who knew boredom could be so fun?
Beast examined Remy, thoroughly. He smiled at Remy's attempt at bandaging the visible broken bones. The ribs and legs were different stories. He'd had Remy lying on an examining table, under a sheet, for better access to the injured bones. Bandaging and rebandaging broken fingers that leaked fine lines of blood and medicating the dark bruises on Remy's neck. Hank moved about the table with such ease that Remy had felt calm around the big, blue furred doctor.
Remy was allowed to sit up and change into his clothes, again. "Merci, m'sieur McCoy." Remy said, softly.
Hank had been busy entering the data from the exam, into his computer
that sat to one side of his paper cluttered desk. He stopped as he noticed
Remy slipping off of the table. His back had been to the young man, and
he turned to watch and offer assistance if the boy needed any. "You're
quite welcome, my boy. Quite. I must admit, I am fascinated by your interesting
person. I've noticed your eyes are extremely remarkable and so very different.
I imagine you are not used to such bright lights, with them." Beast paused
and picked up a pair of black glassed shades with thin, wire rims. Handing
them to Remy as the boy slipped on his white, button up dress shirt, he
added. "I am often so wrapped up in my experiments that I seem to forget
about other people's comfort zones. However, Logan has explained everything
to me, and you
needn't worry I'd forget about yours. If I may call you interesting,
you are just that." As he finished, Hank was asked to help Remy button
his shirt and jeans as he was unable to.
Slipping his shoes back on, and not bothering to even attempt to tie them, Remy made his way over to the door, with Beast's assistance. He had felt somewhat weak, and tired. His hair had been pulled back into a ponytail, and the shades had been in place over his dark eyes. Remy could only guess what he must have looked like as they walked through the halls on their way to join Xavier and the other in the upstairs livingroom. He'd leaned on Beast a number of times to keep from falling, explaining away his mysterious trips and sudden dizziness to the doctor. He smiled and stopped in the doorway of the giant livingroom, glancing over the fresh and unmet faces of Logan's "friends".
"You must be Remy. Hello, I'm Professor Charles Xavier." Charles sat in his motorized wheelchair. The other had been sitting around him in a big circle. He started on his left. "This is Cyclops, and his wife Jean. Logan's wife, Ororo, and Rogue and Jubilee. You already know Logan," Xavier pointed to the Canadian to his right, sitting on the sofa and facing away from Remy. "and, Beast." He nodded to the blue furred man to Remy's left. "Please, come in and sit down. Logan has been explaining, to us, your situation with Erik Lensherr. We'd like to help in any way possible.
Remy stepped into the room and stopped beside Logan, who stood up and offered his seat to the Cajun. He accepted and sat down, slowly, tiredly. Not meeting anyone's gaze, Remy stared at his hands, in his lap. He winced at the light from the window and turned away as something outside had caught the light and flashed brightly into the uncovered part of his eyes.
"Does the light bother you, Remy?" Ororo stood up and walked past Rogue and Jubilee, who had seated themselves on the fireplace step, and pulled the tall and heavy drapes shut. She turned around to see Remy removing his shades, slowly. "Is that better?" She was a beautiful woman, and it had been clear to Remy why Logan had married her. He long, brown, wrap-around skirt had covered her long, thin legs. A small, white cotton, spaghetti strapped shirt covered her thin, but curved figure. The long, white hair had been pulled back into a braid, and swayed as she walked back to join the group.
Remy nodded.
Cyclops had been looking over Remy, and sneered slightly at the young man's beauty. He took wore his ruby lensed sunglasses, but was clearly able to see the thin and cat-like figure that sat across from him, on the sofa. "IF he works for Magneto, who's to say that he won't hand us over to him..... once we help him? Call me Devil's Advocate, but Lensherr isn't one to just give his 'employees' free walk about the city." He leaned forward and rest his arms on his knees while clasping his hands together, in front of him. The tan khakis and blue sweater had been clearly picked out by someone else. Granted the X-Men leader was smart, he hadn't exactly given off the vibe that he was able to piece together a decent outfit from behind his ruby shades.
"Lensherr has his wife and kid, that's threat enough to keep the kid
under his thumb. Think about it, Sommers. What would you do if Jeannie
turned up missin, and come to find out, bein held for ransom?" Logan stepped
forward, answering for Remy, who had leaned back into the sofa and paled
at the accusation. His tight jeans had become even tighter as his leg muscles
flexed with each movement. He still wore his t-shirt and denim jacket.
The shirt had been tucked in and the sleeves of his jacket had been
pushed up, away from his wrists to expose the gold watch on his left
wrist.
Jean stood up and placed herself between the two. "I think this is giving
me a headache. We are here to help Remy get away from Magneto. Not make
pointless accusations that they are in cahoots. Logan is right, Scott.
We would all be just a bit thrown off, if our others were in danger." Her
long red hair cascaded down her slender back, loosely. It twitched and
bounced at each emphasized syllable. She too, wore a blue sweater, only
difference being that it was open and revealing a faded yellow t-shirt
beneath. Her body had been as thin as Ororo's, with her legs covered in
blue jeans. She glanced Remy's direction, and smiled at
him as he shifted, uncomfortably. "I think the least we can do, is
hear him out." Looking back to Scott, she frowned.
Xavier had been watching the comotion with reserve. "Tell us about your wife and child, Remy." His eyes looked carefully over Remy's expression.
Remy took a breath and let it out, slowly. "Bella Donna- my wife- an'
I got married at 18. Had no choice af'er we found out dat she was pregnant
wit' our chile. Shawn, will be 10 in a few mont's. Bell- mm- she worked
for Erik, until she owe him too much money. I took her place t' work for
him, an' get de money back. Shawn never really knew dat I am his pere,
due to Remy bein' gone all de time." He paused, debating on whether or
not he should tell them about Erik's current enforcement. He shuddered
as Logan had
stepped behind the sofa and leaned over to whisper into his ear.
"They need to know that part, too." Logan stated, calmly, and started to rub Remy's tense shoulders.
Sighing, Remy continued. "Erik- he bed my wife in my own bed, an' now she is wit' his chile. When Remy don' wan' t' work, he remind Remy of dat. So, Remy do what he has to, no? But, he lookin for a way out. Logan say he help.... say you help too, non?" He looked at each one of their shocked faces, briefly, before finishing. "If I don' do what 'm tol', I don' see my family 'gain." He lowered his head and covered his face in his hands.
"What do you do for him, shugah?" Rogue asked, somewhat perplexed. The patch of white had fallen into her green eyes, and caused her to become pre-occupied with brushing it out of her face. She wore a size-too-small halter top and tight extremely short shorts. Her thin legs had been crossed, right over left, as she rested her elbow on her knee and leaned in to here. She muted a grr as the stray hair fell into her eyes, once again.
Remy cringed at the question and fought back the bile rising in his throat. "Horrible t'ings, chere. Jus' horrible."
Logan glanced over to Ororo. She stared intently at Remy. He hadn't
felt sorry that he had seduced Remy, it had been for a good cause. However,
point at hand, he could tell Remy was having second thoughts at
being in the mansion with so many eyes sizing him up. Stopping the
ministrations, he patted Remy's right shoulder, softly, and cleared his
throat. "If y'all aren't gonna help him, there's no point in stayin here.
Ready, kid?"
"Oui." Remy stood up.
Storm stared at Logan. She hadn't been at all shocked that he'd made
his move as he did. "I'm ready, also." She said, firmly. Seeing the conviction
in her husband's eyes, she realised that she would have said the
same thing. Moving to stand next to Remy, she smiled as Jean and Rogue
joined them. Jubilee and Xavier also gathered around, only they were each
given different plans of action. Xavier with using Cerebro to find Remy's
family, and Jubilee with making up the guest rooms for the pending company.
"Guess I have no choice." Scott sighed.
"Yea, guess not." Jean smirked.
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Storm looked over at her husband as they both walked to the garage, after changing into their uniforms. "What went on in Remy's apartment, Logan?" She asked as they had turned the corner and began descending down the elegant stairs to the foyer. She'd never seen him so proctective over a somebody from the street. Especially, if they've been flirting with Magneto.
"Nothin I care to discuss right now, darlin." They had been alone in the foyer but, the walls had ears.
Ororo stopped at the bottom of the stairs and folded her arms in front of her. "Another time, perhaps. Logan, this boy- Remy- has touched a trigger in you that you've never shown before. I don't doubt Remy wants to be free of Magneto. In fact, I admire his courage to do this. But, I think we should take heed of Cyclops' warning." Her thoughts of what had happened hadn't been either denied or confirmed as she examined Logan's detatched expression.
He sighed and placed a hand on her left arm. "Darlin, I can't explain right now. His personal situation aint somethin I got a right tellin other people about. It's just business, Ro."
She nodded and turned to lead them to the garage.
Dividing into two teams and using one big, black and suped-up SUV, as well as the helicopter, they hurried to their tasks. Logan, Remy, Storm and Rogue piled into the SUV. Logan drove and Remy sat in the front passenger seat and pointed the way. Beast, Cyclops and Jean hurried to the aid of Bella Donna and her son, in the helicopter.
Remy shddered and pointed to a tall, gray building with 8 floors and hundreds of double paned windows, on the left. They sat outside for a moment, to discuss their strategy. As much as Remy hated it, he had opted to go in first, with the money and persuade Erik to back down, before the others came into play.
Logan hated the idea.
"I'm afraid there is no other civil choice, Logan. He is thinking of his family, I'm sure. Magneto won't give him another chance, should he fail his errand. We will not be far behind, Remy." Storm, sitting behind Remy, placed a hand on his shoulder and reassured the Cajun.
Remy nodded and patted her hand. "Oui. I know, chere. An', merci. Been so long under his thumb, don' t'ink I can remember bein a husband, or a poppa." He looked back at her but, quickly changed his glance as he felt Logan's reflexive jealousy spark in the seat next to him. "I go." Remy nodded and opened the door to get out.
They had parked across the street, on an empty service road, between two big buildings, one being Lensherr's. The other three waited for Remy to go fully into the building before getting out and following. Logan stalked out in front of Storm and Rogue and reminded them to be on their guards.
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Erik settled into his desk, on the top floor to the building. Evening
had begun to set in, and the darkening
sky made him quirk a smile in thought. His office had been big enough
to conceal a small helicopter. The long rectangle shape had been a good,
even shape to conduct business with. His double, red metal doors at one
end, and his big black desk at the other. It had been mainly empty, save
for a few chairs spaced out in the room, and a few art pieces that both
hung from the walls or sat on stone pillars.
He turned his black swivel chair around and stared at the sunset through darkly tinted glass. Left leg over right, he sat and brooded over why he hadn't been able to contact Remy. The lights had been off, except for the low-watt desk lamp on his desk. His elbows rest on the thin arms of the chair, as his fingers steepled in front of him. Resting his chin on his fingertips, he sighed. His anger peeked.
A knock on the door caused him to turn around and open the door with a wave of his hand. To his surprise, he saw the person that had worried him so entering the room. He frowned and narrowed his eyes in disappointment. "Where have you been? I tried to call, and found no answer. Shall I remove your family from you? Will that make you work more efficiently?" He glared at the young man who was coming closer, casually.
"Non. Please." Remy stopped as he reached Erik's desk. He looked worried and a bit relieved to find that Erik hadn't had his family brought into the office. "I got de money." Remy reached into his front right pocket and took out a roll of five 100 dollar bills, and handed then to Erik. He winced as the white haired man smiled graciously and accepted them.
"Good boy, Remy. Any problems?" Lensherr reached for his top right hand drawer, in his desk, and opened it. Removing a brown ledger, he opened it and recorded the numbers and date before looking back up to Remy, as the Cajun hadn't answered him.
Remy slipped his hands into his front pockets of his jeans and sighed. "Non. He was easy. Y' let Remy go, now?"
"No. Not yet." Erik tucked the money into the place in the book and closed it. Standing up and walking around his desk, he pulled Remy to him and stroked his auburn ponytail as he hugged him. "There's something else I require of your services." Ending the embrace, Lensherr pushed himself away and started walking to the right of the desk, towards another set of double, red metal doors. Waving his hand to have one door gently glide open, he stopped and waited. "Coming, Remy?"
Remy followed the man into another, smaller office. They stopped at
another desk, much like Lensherr's
but not as neat and tidy. He watched as the older man shuffled around
the miscellaneous papers before settling on 10 that had been stapled together
at the top left corner. His eyes had already grown accustomed to the darkness
when Erik switched on the identical desk lamp that sat at the top of the
desk. Remy stood to the left of the black desk and watched, cautiously.
Lensherr handed the papers to a bewildered Remy and told him to memorize
each page. "Your friends- the three who have just entered the building-
I want you to 'persuade' them into joining us." He mocked Remy's shocked
expression and continued as he lead the Cajun back into his office. "I'm
sure Charles Xavier would understand his precious X-Men being naive enough
to allow a half-wit swamp rat to steal away a few of his best players.
Thus making my job a bit more easier. Did you not think I'd not figure
it out that your 'Logan' was Xavier's precious Wolverine?" He shook his
head and scolded Remy. "Tsk tsk tsk, I'd have thought
you knew better, my boy. No matter. I've already taken the liberty
of removing your wife and boy to another location."
The Cajun jumped as the metal door thudded shut behind him. He stared
at the papers in his hands, and remained silent. Thinking, Remy moved from
the in front of the doors to stand beside Erik, who had sat back down in
his chair. "Non. I won't do dis an'more. I agreed to pay back what Bell
stole, not trick
nobody int' comin here." He stared calmly at the older man. Something
was about to happen. He could feel it.
Erik was boiling with rage. No one had ever told him no, before. His pressed white suit ruffled and softly slid against his skid as he stood and stared back at the young man. "Do you tire of your wife, Remy? Do you wish your brat boy to be nothing more than a spatter on a Paris sidewalk?" He smirked as he had gotten Remy's attention. "I implore you to change your mind." Placing his hands on Remy's forearms and giving the boy a stern look, his eyes conveyed the seriousness of his convictions.
The door to Erik's office burst open just as Remy had begun to answer him. Logan moved fiercely towards the two men, setting his sights on only Magneto. A sharp metal hiss escaped his knuckles as his claws slid into view. "You aint fuckin with this Cajun, again, Bub!" Logan froze in the middle of the room, mid-stance, as Magneto held up his hand and refused the Canadian any movement. He grunted and growled in pain and frustration but, was unable to move.
"My my, so protective of the young Cajun. One little fling and you own him. Tsk Tsk Tsk, Charles really should teach you to share, Wolverine. And, I think I should inform you, I do not appreciate Xavier giving my employees false hopes to be rid of me." He stroked Remy's left cheek, lightly. Staring intently into Remy's red on black eyes, he spoke again. "Get rid of Wolverine, Remy."
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Charles guided Scott and the others to where Lensherr had hidden Bella Donna and her son. An empty building in Paris. It had been a wine warehouse 30 years prior, and was now used as a storage bin for old boxes and crates. The crates had been piled up around the walls, and few loose ones in the middle of the room. Makeshift beds and tables with empty and half-empty boxes of Chinese food and pizza had been strewn about them.
Guards were everywhere. Bella Donna and Shawn had been dragged into
a small, dusty old office in back
of the building, and told to keep quiet. One muscled guard with a very
big plasma gun stood in front of the door and stared at Bella Donna. Four
other guards had remained out in the warehouse to deal with the few X-Men.
Scuffling and crashes were heard from outside of the small room. Bella Donna and Shawn huddled close together, in a far corner, away from the door and the guard. Covering the small, frightened boy with her arms, she listened for a certain voice that she was thankful, so far, she hadn't heard. Her clothes had become dirty from sitting on the dusty floors and crates, her face and hands had also become dusty and darkened with dirt.
"Momma, what's goin on?" The tired and frightened boy muffled from huddling into his mothers dirty peach shirt. They had been taken just as the boy had gotten home from school, the day before, and whisked away to an unseen destination.
Bella Donna looked down into the boy's eyes. "Shh. It'll be all right. Remy'll come for us." She whispered and let her gathering tears run down her face.
The guard scoffed and sneered at them. His back had been to the door, so it had been impossible to see the outline of the slender woman with long hair, standing in front of the frosted glass window in the centre of the door. His gun squirmed out of his hands and mysteriously floated out in front of him. Aiming itself at him, it cocked itself and aimed for the man's groin. The man childishly threw his hands to cover the spot. He turned rather suddenly as the door opened, out into the warehouse, and presented a single woman who stood perfectly still and straight.
"I think you need to rethink your ideas." She stated, firmly. Using her mind, she nudged the point of the gun into the guard's back and pointed to the other end of the small office. As the guard was held at gunpoint by his own gun on the far left wall, Jean entered and looked around. Her eyes came across two figures that huddled in a shadowed corner on the right side. "Mrs. LeBeau, my name is Jean Grey-Sommers. Remy has sent me here to help you."
Bella Donna blinked. "Where is he? Is he okay?" She didn't move from the corner, nor let Shawn turn to see the woman who now stood before them.
Jean smiled, warmly. "Yes, he is fine. He is with a few of our friends, taking care of Erik Lensherr. Come. A woman in your condition shouldn't be sitting on a dirty floor, in fear." She held out her hand while her mind splintered off in two. One part held the gun on the cowering guard behind her, while the other part showed Bella Donna the meeting of Remy and the plea for help.
The boy wriggled away from his mother and picked himself up. He stood there in his dirty blue jeans and striped red and blue shirt. "I wanna go home, now." He told the lady. His face and hair had resembled Remy to an almost exact T. He turned and looked at his mother, still sitting on the floor.
Bella Donna accepted the still offered hand from Jean and was gently helped to her feet. "Been usin my maiden name for too long. I want Remy beside me at night. S' my fault he's in dis mess. He still wan' me?" She questioned, not fully believing Jean or the images that had played in her head as if they were her own memories.
"Yes, he does. He wants you and your child." Jean watched the woman casually brushing herself off. She'd noticed the petite woman's pregnancy, and sighed in sympathy.
The woman nodded and followed Jean out of the room, with the little boy in tow.
Jean stopped a moment and closed her eyes in concentration. A blast from the office was heard and a high pitched scream followed, as they continued their cautious walk to the waiting helicopter, outside. Her telepathy contacted Xavier and informed him that Remy's family was safe. She opened the door to the black copter and helped the two inside. Using her mind again, she told Beast and Cyclops that the woman and child were safe.
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The room had been a total mess. Partly from Storm's winds and Logan's
claws, as well as a few charged items on Remy's part. The lights had been
completely knocked out when the desk had flown from on end
of the room, to the other. The windows that were once tall and bare,
were now bits of glass laying on the pavement below.
Erik had escaped before the building was to be brought down. Logan had
stood at the window and
watched, growling, at the floating figure making a hasty retreat. He
vowed to himself that Remy would never be free of him. Cursing Xavier's
persistance in keeping peace, he hurried back to his hidden base in the
snowy mountains of Canada.
Logan's uniform had been torn almost to the point that it wasn't recognisable. He clenched his fists at his sides, and growled as he slid his claws back into place. He turned around and surveyed the damage and his companions.
Rogue had been blasted into an office beneath them, and was pinned under a filing cabinet from that room. She was unconscious but, nothing broken. Her red and blue uniform was also in tatters and threatened to fall completely off if another tear had been administered. The huge hole in the centre of Lensherr's officefloor had given Logan a fair survey of his teammate.
Storm and Remy, had been both buried under miscellaneous rubble from the walls and art and furniture. A moan from Storm and a movement of rubble told Logan they were on opposite sides of the room.
Logan walked over to the pile where Storm had fallen, and uncovered her. Lifting her gently, into his arms, he smiled as she had started to come around and remember where she was. "You okay, darlin?" He wiped a stray strand of hair from her face as their eyes met.
"Yes. Where are Remy and Rogue?" She grunted and cringed at the movements.
He looked back, across the room, at the moving pile of papers and rubble before looking back to her. "The kid's okay. He won't be too happy with the headache he'll have, but he'll be fine. Um,... Rogue is taken a nap, downstairs. And, Magneto had to run. Can you stand?" Logan asked after kissing her forehead. He had sat down on the floor and rested Ororo's back on his lap. His head turned again as he noted the lanky Cajun had stood up and was now standing at the hole, looking down at a slowly reviving Rogue.
"I'll be fine. We must get back to the Mansion and see if Scott and the other have found Remy's wife and child." She struggled to her feet with the help of Logan. Leaning on her husband's shoulder, she watched Remy descend into the office below with an acrobatic flip. She had been half-carried/ half-walked over to the hole as Logan explained that they would meet them outside.
Remy looked up and nodded at them before helping Rogue to her feet. "Careful chere, you had a pretty nasty fall. Ya need to take it easy, no?" Remy lifted her into his arms and walked to the door. He carried her down stairs and out of the building. Meeting Logan halfway from the vehicle, Rogue was lifted out of his arms and told to get in and sit down.
"Cyclops and Jean have found your wife, Remy. They are on their way back to the Mansion and doing fine. Jubilee has made up a room for you all, in hopes you'll be our guests for a few days. Charles insists you stay, until we find out what Magneto is up to." Storm sat in the front passenger seat, and turned around to look over her left shoulder and see Remy crawl in behind her, and sit down. She smiled as a sigh of relief came from the tired Cajun.
"Merci, chere." Remy breathed and relaxed into the black felt benchseat. He was finally free to have his family back, safely.
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The helicopter landed on the basketball court, and was shut down fully, before any of the doors had opened. Scott and Beast climbed out of the pilots seats and helped their passengers exit the copter.
Remy and Xavier stood at the back door, and anxiously awaited the group.
Remy was more anxious than anything. As he saw Bella Donna climb out, he
rushed towards her and gathered her, gently into his arms. He kissed her
deeply and pulled himself away to look at her. He had missed her so much
that it hurt to finally stand face to face with her. Looking down to her
left, Remy stared at the dirty boy and knelt down
to talk to him. "You okay, petit?"
The boy nodded.
Remy swallowed hard and bit his bottom lip. "We got a few t'ings t' discuss, you an' me. But, I t'ink we be okay, non?" He smiled and held out his arms for the boy to come closer.
Shawn hesitated for a moment, but eventually threw himself into Remy's arms and hugged him tightly. "I always wanted someone like you to be my dad." The boy whispered into Remy's ear.
As Bella Donna and Shawn were allowed to clean up and given clean clothes that Jubilee had been asked to fetch from their apartment, the other X-Men were debriefed and given a chance to clean up, themselves. Two days had passed before copter returned from Paris, giving Remy and Logan plenty of time to talk about the events in Remy's penthouse.
An evening later, as Bella Donna and Shawn were sound asleep in the guest room Xavier had provided, Remy was asked to join Logan and Storm in their room. Storm sat down on the bed with Logan, as Remy took a chair by the window. He and Logan explained to Ororo as best they could about the night in question. Remy had remained passive as he mentioned that Logan had been obligated into the seduction.
Logan countered with a confession of how he couldn't put Remy at any risk by faking the incident. Adding, it was just business, to the conversation, he was stared at with almost hurt brown eyes.
"Did you enjoy it?" Storm asked, as calmly as she could.
A deep sigh and a sheepish grin. "I did."
Remy could feel the hurt and betrayal coming from her. He leaned in and offered an apology. "Chere, he only do what he t'ink was right. Remy refused t' do dat wit' him because he was married. Don' blame Logan." Standing to leave, Logan stood as well and walked him out to the corridor.
"She'll be okay. Why don't you get some sleep, huh?" Logan patted Remy's
shoulder and watched as the
boy nodded in agreement.
Remy turned and started to walk back to his room. He stopped and turned, catching Logan in his doorway. "Logan..... Merci."
"You're welcome, kid." He smiled and shut the door.
The End!!