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).

Jean waited until Logan was out of sight before walking up to the door and knocking on it. "R-Remy? It's me, Jean. Remember me from this morning? I knocked on the door--? Honey, we're alone. Can I come in and talk, please?" She stepped back a few steps and waited. Shuffling came from inside and finally, the click of the lock and the door opening just enough. She slipped in and shut the door, locking it under the watchful eyes of Remy, who had scampered to the far side of the sofa to sit.

"'s he gone?" Remy asked after a long and tense moment.

"Yes. It's just me. Can we talk?" Easing herself to sit on the floor, in front of him, she smiled and relaxed hersefl in an crossed-legged sitting position

"'bout what, chere?" Remy blinked.

"About why you are deathly afraid of Logan's claws. I know what happened in 1930, I saw it in his mind. I can see it in yours. Remy, if you think he'd do anything like that to anyone here, ....." Jean started and was immediately silenced by Remy's cold gaze.

"H' done it t' me, girl. Remy remember de claws and 'ow dey feel in his chest." He had sat forward, coldly, and then had sunk back into the cool leather. "Remy remember ev't'ing."

Jean's eyes widened as she realised, he did. Completely. He had not only been duplicated by Cerebro but, she realised it WAS Remy LeBeau.

He sat there, his eyes darted from her to the door, as if waiting for Logan to remove the door
from it's hinges and come after him. But, no Logan. He relaxed and breathed inwardly.

"I know you have had years of abuse from him. And I don't doubt that you know what you're talking about but, honey-- he has changed. Logan and Scott spar like that constantly but, Logan has never gone so far as to threaten anyone's life here. The Professor won't allow it. I know he was unbearable back then but, please try to give him a shadow of a doubt. If he didn't love you
so much, he wouldn't have brought you back, let alone move your grave here just to be beside you." Jean moved a hand and placed it on his knee. She surged at the touch. She had felt so much power from him, and more than just what Cerebro had put together.

"Chere, Logan's all Remy knows an'more. H' give me comfort when Remy sick. Given me home when Remy 'ave none. Remy owes 'is life t' Logan...... an' 'is death, too." Remy cast his eyes
back to the rug.

Jean sat forward and asked in a whispered tone. "Is that really what you believe?"

"Oui." He nodded.

She stood up and reached for his hand. "How about we go and talk to Logan....? He knows how you feel. I'm sure he'd feel the same, and want to talk to you. Remy," She sat down beside him and slipped her hand into his. "Logan's really trying. I've never seen him look at anyone the way
he does you. He hurts too. Please--? Can you give him that chance?"

Remy thought for a moment. "Oui."

***********************

Jean had told Remy to wait in the bedroom, while she discussed something with Logan, in the
hall.

Remy sat on the bed, patiently. His hands fiddled with the corner of his untucked shirt. He listened to footsteps on the hall floor. Looking up at the door, his breath caught in his throat as the door opened slowly and Logan stepped in.

Closing the door behind him, Logan's eyes had never left Remy, who was still sitting on the end
of the bed, facing the closet. "Hey, kid." Logan said, quietly. "Jean said she talked to you. You okay?"

Remy nodded but didn't look away.

Logan sighed and sat down on the bed, arms reach of Remy. "Look, I-- I'm sorry-- you had to
see that. It wasn't my intention to scare you. I'm tryin, Rem. I don't mean ta scare ya. Bits and pieces of what happened after I--...... I remember some of it, and I haven't touched the hard stuff since I left Louisianna. I have a beer but, nothin like what I used to drink." Logan looked down at the floor in front of him. He flinched a bit as the boy moved closer to him and rest his head on his shoulder, entwining their hands together in his lap.

"I believe you, m'sieur. I stay wit' you fo' as long as y' wan' me, non?" Remy closed his eyes and listened to Logan's even breathing. He smiled as Logan nodded. Remy opened his eyes and lift his head. He stood up and then came to sit on Logan's lap in a straddling position, draping his arms over Logan's shoulders and facing him. "When we go shoppin, mon amour? Remy tired of wearin dis."

Logan looked at him. He smiled and placed his hands on Remy's slim hips. "Tomorrow, okay?
Too late now, and dinner's ready. Ya hungry?"

"Oui." Remy leaned in and kissed the man gently on the lips.

"Mmm... Rem.... I'm.... mmm.... I'm not for dinner." Logan panted as he was pushed back onto the bed and nearly devoured by smooth kisses and licks.

"Oui. Remy like de taste of you, cher. Y'dreams, dey only a lookin', yo' body an' feelin', y'taste so bien. Can' keep m' 'an's off y', cher." Remy continued to kiss Logan's lips and neck and jawline. He had placed his hands to either side of Logan and made sure their denimed manhoods came into contact with each other.

"Later, baby. Yer stomach's growlin." Logan nudged the younger body off of him and stood up. "C'mon, Jean'll throw a fit if we miss what she cooked."

"Oui." Remy followed him down the stairs and sat beside him through dinner. Remy ate in silence as everyone else around him talked non-stop about their day. His eyes focussed mainly on his
plate, venturing up occasionally to watch and listen to the many conversations.

"Remy, there is no need to remain quiet at the dinner table, here. We are all allowed to speak
freely, if you wish?" The soft yet firm voice of the African Goddess said from across the table.

Remy looked from his plate to the woman across from him, calmly.

"He aint never been much for talkin, Ro. Not at the table." Logan spoke up and looked over to
meet Remy's gaze of amazement as he had mentioned something out of reflex in his mind. He was starting to remember. He smiled and watched the kid clear his plate in silence.

When he was done, Remy laid his fork on his spotless plate and waited patiently for the others to finish their meals. As Logan sat to the right of him, Charles had sat to his left, at the end of the table, and Ororo across from him. He glanced briefly at the others. Next to Ororo, sat Jean and then Scott to her left, followed by Rogue and Beast on the end. Next to Beast sat an empty chair and then Jubilee, next to Logan.

Charles too, had been quiet through dinner. He studied Remy and the others who had eyed him observantly throughout the meal. He finished his meal and whispered to Remy that it was alright
to get up and take his plate to the sink. He smiled as Remy declined with a slight shake of his head.

He sat with his hands in his lap and back straight against the back of the tall, wooden chair. He didn't move until Logan completed his meal and then pushed his chair back to stand up. Taking Remy's plate with his, he leaned down and whispered in his ear that he could get up now. Remy nodded and pushed his chair away from the table. He stood up and moved behind it to push it under the table again. In doing so, more than a few eyes stopped and watched him.

Again, Charles observed.

Remy followed Logan into the kitchen and watched him rinse the plates off and then put them in
a machine underneath the countertop, with two plastic drawers and a solid door with more buttons. Remy watched in awe as it didn't phase Logan in the slightest that he did this. "Wha's
dat, cher? Y' don' put de plates in de cupboard?"

"Called a dishwasher, kiddo. Came long after you. Didn't Charles show ya around?" Logan closed the door and turned back to look at Remy who watched him intently.

"Oui. He show Remy de icebox an' de television, an' de strange ph'n'gr'ph. Guess Remy miss alot, non?" Remy asked as he looked about the room and waved a hand to the other odd appliances.

"Yea. And, I'm sorry for makin ya miss them." Logan came to take the young man in his arms
and rub his slender back.

"Non, cher. In de past, oui? Remy glad 'e 'ere now, wit' you." Remy embraced the older man but broke the contact when he felt someone else in the room.

"Aint this a sight for sore eyes?" Rogue smiled and leaned on the doorframe, her plate in her hand.

Remy blushed and excused himself to another room.

"My my, Logan. He's a cutie. Where'd ya say ya met him, again?" Rogue smirked and pushed herself off of the frame and came fully into the room, after Remy had brushed past her.

"Hands off, Rogue. He aint no toy for you." Logan snapped, quietly.

"Logan, shugah, I can't touch him. I can't fuck him like you do." She smiled, trying to sound cute.

Logan growled and stormed out of the room.

**********************

"Logan, a moment of your time, please?" Charles had called to him from the hallway as Logan started up the stairs. He acknowledged the man and followed him back into his office.

The door had shut, softly, behind him. Charles was sitting in the middle of the room, looking at Logan who was still standing infront of the door.

"How is Remy adjusting to you?" Charles spoke after a moment, and motioned for Logan to sit on the sofa.

Logan sat down and ran a nervous hand through his hair. He stared straight forward, as Charles sat to his right. "I think he'll be ok."

Charles smiled and templed his fingers under his chin. "Good. I noticed at dinner, you told Ororo that Remy didn't speak at the table. Do you remember something about him being silent?"

"Yea, guess I do. Even the kid was surprised I said it. It's like it's comin back in flashes. This mornin, I remembered that his hair always smelled like some sort of fruit. Today, in the middle of that buildin, I could see him runnin down the middle of the street, soakin wet from the rain, and tryin to get to the store before it closed. And that didn't happen in any of the dreams." Logan moved his gaze to focus on the man to his right.

"What else do you remember? His favourite foods, or favourite clothes? Favourite books? He was in here this morning, looking at my bookshelves. Don't force your memories, Logan. Let them come to you." Charles leaned forward.

"Heh. The kid eats anything. That, I don't have to remember. He loves food. As for books and clothes, so far a blank. I found tons of old boxes of books in his basement. Brought a few back
to read for myself. Still got 'em in my bag, under the bed." Logan smiled at the sudden wave of memories that flashed before him.

Charles smiled. He could tell by Logan's expression that having Remy, there, with Logan was
very good for the tempered man. A calmness had washed over Logan as he spoke Remy's name
or remembered something that wasn't from a dream or Remy's memories. "Do you remember meeting him, I believe he mentioned 1927?"

"Not much. I know the kid and I had a few fights about his previous lifestyle. All I can guess is that he picked my pocket while tryin to pick me up for the night, and I caught him. S'about it." Logan stood up and looked at the clock behind the sofa, on the wall.

"Logan, one more thing. Do you know why Remy stopped using his powers after he met you?" Charles rolled himself to the door with Logan.

As Logan opened the door, he thought for a moment. "Nope. Don't think he ever told me in a dream. He mentioned somethin about a promise but, we already know what happened." The two men said their good-nights and went their separate ways.

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Logan lie on his back, dreaming peacefully. His left arm propped the pillow behind his head, as his right arm lay draped over his stomach. The thick blanket had been thrown inbetween he and Remy, so only the sheet covered him. Logan wasn't in the habit of wearing layers of bedclothing, only boxers and a white muscle shirt. He had been too tired to wake up as the bed seemed to jerk slightly, and before he knew it, Remy was sitting atop him and pinning him down.

Logan woke to find Remy straddling his hips and his palms pushing against Logan's chest. Logan tried to make sense of what was going but, he was trying to wake Remy up, more than anything. "Remy! Come on kid, wake up!" He had managed to grab a thin wrist in each of his hands and defend himself. He tried to keep a firm grip on the kid's wrists without being bruising but, the kid had managed to slip through his hands and continue to dully pound on Logan's chest and cry.

Remy was sitting up, and rocking his hips harshly against Logan's, thin material of both men's boxers brushing madly against each other. Remy cried out and pleaded in his sleep. "Non! Sil
vous plait, monsieur. Je suis desole! Desole! Arret! Arret, Logan. Je t'aime, mon amour. Do not
do dis!" Remy cried and pleaded. He had continued to beg and plead in French and soon, Logan had caught on to what he was dreaming.

"Shit, Remy! Wake up, kid! You're here...... you're safe. I aint hurtin ya! Open yer eyes kid! It's okay." Logan continued to fight with him. Holding onto his wrists as best he could, only to have them wriggle free. "Remy!" Logan called as Remy took his right fist and planted it in the middle of Logan's chest, before collapsing onto the other man's chest and sobbing uncontrollably. Logan
held him tightly to his chest, while mentally calling for Jean. He knew she could feel the presence of something wrong and be in his room faster than Charles could. He waited. "Shhhh baby. Just cry. S'ok... I'm right here, kid. Shhhhh." Logan continued to hold Remy and stroke his hair, soothingly.

When Jean came through the door, she found Logan still lying on his back and Remy lying ontop of him, still straddling Logan's hips. His arms had pinned themselves under Logan and his chin buried itself into Logan's right shoulder so that his face was buried in the pillow. "Are you alright, Logan? What happened?" She stood there, in her pink nightshirt that resembled something of a long-sleeved baseball jersey.

"Shhh, he's still asleep. He was fine up til 2 minutes ago. Just started cryin and wailin on me like what I did to him." Logan looked at her but, continued to soothe him and stroke his hair.

Jean crawled up onto the bed and over to Logan's side of the bed. She helped him move the kid
off of Logan, being careful not to wake him. "Ohmigod, Logan! He's bleeding. Did you do this?" Jean examined the 3 puncture marks on his chest. They had appeared as Logan had held him.

"No! I was holding his wrists. I didn't hurt the kid. He attacked me." Logan sat up and noticed the blood stains on his shirt.

"Yes but, you gave him the reason for the dream." Jean looked from the wounds on Remy's bare chest, to a stunned Logan.

Remy reamined asleep and had stopped weeping. He now lay on his back, inbetween Jean to his right, and Logan to his left. He whimpered and continued to dream, motionless, and oblivious to what had gone on, on the other side of his dream.

"I'm going to try and reach him through his mind. Charles told me he was an empath, as well as his other talents. Perhaps I can calm him down." She put her hands to Remy's temples and closed her eyes. Within a few seconds she jumped back and opened her eyes. "His walls are too strong. I can't get past them. Perhaps you can try?" Jean rubbed her temples as a sharp pain hit her from being kicked out of Remy's mind, roughly.

Logan leaned down and whispered softly into Remy's ear. "Remy? Rem, baby... wake up. It's ok. Jean and I are here. C'mon kid, open yer eyes."

Remy fought to open his eyes. His head swaying from side to side on the pillow. Opening his
eyes, he looked into Logan's concerned expression, and then over to Jean's equally concerned expression. "Wha's g'n on? What de petite doin' 'ere?"

Jean answered as Logan was at a loss for the right words. "You had a nightmare, Remy. Do you remember what it was about?" She asked in a calm voice.

Remy put a hand to his chest and ran his fingers over the still bleeding wounds. He rolled away from her, onto his left side, facing Logan. "I- I been -- Remy dead. Jus' like dat. Alone, chere. Remy die alone." Burying his face into Logan's pillow, again, he sobbed.

Jean looked at Logan, who in turn looked at her and then flushed in a sickening gulp. Jean had
sent a mental message to Scott, saying that she would spend the rest of the night taking care of Remy, while Logan sat in a chair and watched, helplessly. She lay down on Logan's side of the bed, as Logan got up, out of bed and paced nervously at the foot. Soothing his hair, she looked at him and wondered how anybody who had been brought back, could survive a trauma like that, unscathed. Shushing and humming softly to him, she looked at Logan to tell him Remy was
asleep.

Logan had stopped pacing and opened the window to light a cigar. He needed a smoke to calm his nerves. He didn't look at Jean or Remy for the rest of the dark night. When the sunlight came,
Jean left the room and Logan took her place on the bed, next to Remy who was still in the same position he had been hours before.
 

To Be Continued.........

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