Hank, Logan and Ororo stood stunned as they watched the door close. “ Damn it ” Logan cringed, “Remy…” He tried the door but it wouldn’t budge. “ How could we DO that to him.” He sat down and dropped his face to his hands. Hank sat beside him, “ I’m a physician, I know the importance of remaining positive and calm in the presence of a patient. Especially a confused, hurting patient.” “ He is my brother, I love him. How could I hurt him so?” Storm whispered as she stared at the closed door. “Henry, will he be alright?” He just patted the seat to his left and they waited there silently for an hour before the door finally opened. Logan shot out of his seat, “ Jeannie?”  She walked over to him and forced him back into the chair. Once he was seated she took his hand. “ He will be asleep for a while.” She looked at Hank with guilty eyes. “ I couldn’t stand it.” she whispered “ I…I locked him away. The fear, the pain… he was being torn apart!” She had to make them understand. “ I locked Stephen and all his memories away. Charles and Scott will be so upset with me.” Jean looked at her friends, begging for forgiveness with tear filled eyes.
“ Hank his mind was shattering, he was going insane! Old memories, new memories fighting and bouncing around in his head. I had to stop it. I’ve never felt his mind so clearly before. I never realized what it was like for him, the pain he has trapped in his head. It echo’s around in there, it’s so loud.” Logan looked deeply into her eyes. “ You know what happened to him, don’t you.” She nodded and a tear made a path down her cheek. “ Yes, I saw it all.” A shiver ran down her spine as she remembered what she saw in his tormented mind. “ It started when he stopped for a hitchhiker.”  Over the next hour she gave them the highlights of the torture Remy endured in those three lost weeks.

“Goddess, what else will my brother have to endure.” Storm rose and walked to Jean
“ Thank you for helping him.” she said as she hugged her friend. Hank and Logan rose with Jean. “ I have to go explain what I did to Scott and Charles. I hope they understand,” she whispered. After she left Logan turned to Hank “ I gotta make sure he’s okay.” He led the doctor back to the room where Remy slept. Hank checked the IV to make sure he hadn’t hurt himself. “ He’s fine Logan, You can sit with him until he wakes.”

It was dinnertime before Logan heard a soft moan signaling that Remy was waking. He put down the newspaper he was reading and sat on the edge of the bed. Remy’s eyes fluttered a few times before he cracked them open. It took him a minute to focus on the body beside him. “ Logan?” he whispered with a low raspy voice. He felt like shit, hurt all over. “ Happened?” he tried to move but decided against it when his head started pounding. Logan shivered as a wave of relief washed through him. “ Finally. Welcome home Darlin’.” He bent and kissed his brow. “ Do you remember stopping for a hitchhiker?”  Remy’s head was pounding but after a moment “ he took my bike.” he whispered in his rough voice. Logan chuckled and brushed through soft red hair, stopping
 to rub his temples to erase the lines of pain by his beautiful, intoxicating eyes. “ You got shot three times and all you remember is your bike?” Remy sighed softly and sunk down deeper into the pillow behind his head, “ love dat bike.” He opened his eyes and looked up at Logan, “ t’roat ‘urts”. Logan stopped the massage and lifted a spoonful of ice chips carefully to his lover’s lips. “ Merci” Logan replaced the spoon and placed a finger across his lips. “ Don’t talk, okay?” He looked at his lover a moment before he caressed his cheek, “ I love ya Rem.” The beautiful smile that answered made his heart jump. He lifted another spoonful of ice the young Cajun’s lips then rested his forehead against Remy’s…
“ I thought I lost ya.” He whispered then he kissed the young man, “ Don’t you ever scare me like that again, you hear?” Remy lifted his arms; he was surprised by how weak he was. He hugged Logan and nodded against his shoulder. He released the weak hold he had on his lover and sighed, “ So tell me what happened.” Logan sat back, “ Told ya, the guy shot ya three times. They called us three days later from a hospital in Pa, said they had ya and that you were all but dead. Scared ME nearly to death. Turned out to be the guy who stole your bike, he had your ID. Three weeks later you turned up. Nobody knows for sure where you were or what happened to ya” he looked away a moment then looked back into Remy’s eyes, “ It’s kinda obvious though.” he said quietly. Remy took a deep breath and closed his eyes. There was little pain but he just knew in his heart if he were to look under the blanket that covered him he’d see his worst nightmares had come true again. He blinked a few times to fight back the tears, “ Head’s killin me Cher, gonna sleep a while okay?” Logan bent and kissed him again, “Sure kid. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
Remy could feel in the back of his mind there was some vital bit of information. It was just beyond his grasp though, like it was hidden. His head pounded harder and he gave up trying to reach it, for now.

During the next week, Hank placed a catheter just below Remy’s collarbone so he could keep administering the antibiotics he needed for the infection in his leg and he was released into Logan’s care. Remy was weak and sore, he’d found the courage to look at himself in the mirror and though he had no memory of it, he knew what had happened. He was worried Logan would hate him now. He couldn’t be penetrated for another four to six weeks and the scars were hideous but Logan was a rock. When he wasn’t on a mission he was Remy’s constant companion. Remy took advantage of this by using his lover as a crutch, leaning against his solid form while his leg healed. Logan put the letter he received about the Commitment Ceremony away. He would ask the young Cajun when he was stronger, fully healed. Remy had nightmares often and Logan was terrified he would remember that way what had actually happened to him but he could never remember details of the dreams that felt very real.
 

“ Logan, Cher?” Remy called from the bathroom connected to their room. “ Yeah kid, what ya need?” He entered the bathroom and froze. Remy was standing there totally, gloriously naked. “ Kid, what are ya doin?” Remy looked at him through his long bangs,
“ Miss you Cher. Want you to touch me.” Logan couldn’t draw his eyes away from the incredibly edible body in front of him. “ Darlin, you’re going to be the death of Me.,” he whispered. He licked his lips, God he wanted to touch and taste the kid so bad. He was a work of art. “ Please Cher?” Logan took a step closer to the young Cajun, “ God kid, I want to so bad but we gotta wait.” Remy’s eyes dropped to the floor and his shoulders fell as he wrapped a towel around his waist. “ I know what probably happened” he said quietly, “ You do too.” He stepped too fast on his injured leg and cursed under his breath as he hopped to the bed. “ You don’ want me no more, I disgust you.” His voice shook and he refused to look at Logan when he sat on the bed beside him. “ Rem, that’s not true. I love you so much I can taste it.” He gently rubbed Remy’s thigh. Remy took his hand and moved it higher so it rested on his cock. “ It don’ hurt anymore.” he whispered, “Ain’t no penetration needed for dis.” Logan stared at his hand as it moved across the hard mound under the towel. God, it had been so long, three weeks Remy was missing, three weeks since he’d returned. He looked into his favorite eyes, eyes that no longer looked frightening, eyes that owned him heart and soul. “ Lay down.” he said in a growled whisper. He reached into the nightstand and removed a small bottle of oil. He poured some on his hand and it became instantly warm. Remy had used it on him the night before he left on his fateful mission. “ You lay still, close those beautiful eyes and let me show you how much I love you.” Remy’s eyes slowly closed and Logan kissed him. He kissed a trail down his long graceful neck. Logan wanted to bite him he looked and smelled so good but again he was afraid of the memories so he continued to kiss and lick his way down the hard hot body. Remy moaned deep in his throat. He felt something in the back of his mind, it held the secrets of what happened to him but he pushed the thought away and concentrated on here and now. Logan reached his nipples and he moaned again and ran his fingers through the coarse black hair, God, so good. Logan was slowly working his way down the masterpiece of flesh. Every time he felt the imperfection of a bite or a bruise he stayed at that spot, kissing, licking, sucking until he was sure his scent or touch or mark replaced the other. Remy was HIS, and NO ONE would ever touch him again. No lips, no hands, no cock but HIS. He finally arrived at the towel that covered his lover and slowly opened it. He gently caressed and kissed his way down the heavily bandaged thigh then worked his way up the other one to arrive at his prize. Remy’s cock was hard. The scars from the stitches felt foreign and out of place on the perfect body but he spread Remy’s legs a bit and kissed and licked each damaged spot letting his lover know he was still perfect and unimaginably desirable. Remy was a puddle on the bed. He felt so cherished, so loved. A tear escaped his eye as he thanked whatever was out there for giving him this. Logan was the one truly shining thing in his life and he felt humbled by the intensity of his love. He still loves me. He still loves me. Repeated over and over again in his mind. When Logan’s hot slick hand finally wrapped around him it became the center of his universe. He moaned beautifully as the hand started a slow slide from base to tip. As much as Remy wanted this to last forever his body refused to co-operate and he came in minutes. He was still weak from his recent ordeal and after the orgasm he was exhausted but he wanted Logan to come too. “ Come closer, kneel on de bed.” He ran his hands weakly up and down the hairy thighs “ Stroke yerself, wanna see you come.” His hand ran between the massive thighs and Logan closed his eyes and spread his legs. He slowly touched himself and both men moaned. One of Remy’s hands cupped Logan’s heavy balls, the other ran slowly up his crack. He groped for the bottle of oil on the bed and coated his fingers. After he closed the bottle his hands returned to Logan’s body, one to his sac, one to his opening. Logan huffed and stroked himself harder leaning forward on one arm when the warm oily finger started rubbing tiny circles around his opening. The hand on his sac started to massage and rub, the other penetrated was, Dear God, inside. Logan froze a second waiting for Remy to find… “ Aw fuck yeah, More…More.” Remy’s finger rubbed the spot over and over causing starbursts behind Logan’s eyes. He grunted with each touch, stroking himself harder and faster as another joined the first finger. God yes! He nearly toppled over in his need for contact. He couldn’t seem to stroke fast enough. The hand rubbing his balls was magic. The fingers, now numbering three, again and again and again. An increasingly higher pitched wail left the man as he soared toward what would undoubtedly be one of the best orgasms ever. “More…more…yeah there…There…Oh Fuck!” Then he came. He screamed as his seed was torn from him. OhGodOhGodOhGod. He fell to his side beside his young lover, panting and spurting. Both Remy’s hands slowed their motion and the fingers were carefully pulled away. The other hand kept moving softly, petting and rubbing, gentle and sweet just needing to continue to touch. Logan rolled closer and kissed Remy tenderly, “You okay Darlin?” Remy closed his eyes and nuzzled his shoulder,
“Oui.” came the breathy reply. “ Didn’t hurt ya?” Remy shook his head tiredly, “ Non, feel reborn.” He sighed again and fell asleep. Logan kissed his hair then bent to pull the comforter up over the two of them. He held his lover tight and fell asleep.

Two more months passed and things returned to normal, or as normal as things got for the X-Men. Remy was finally finished with the antibiotics and his leg, though still a little sore, was fine. He continued to suffer from headaches; they hit him without warning and left him nearly incapacitated. Hank did every test he could think of but came up with no reason for them. After much badgering and pleading on Remy’s part Hank cleared him for Level One missions. There was no chance for contact with enemies, only fact finding. He knew the young man was going crazy watching everyone else go out on missions and until he solved the mystery of the headaches it seemed a safe solution.

 Scott walked into the kitchen where Storm, Jean, Remy and Logan were in the middle of a heated debate over an article in the newspaper. The Cajun was up on the counter, his favorite seat, and every chance he got he threw tiny pieces of his bagel into Logan’s hair. Everyone noticed but Logan and the older man was tired of the game. “ What the hell are you doing Cajun?” As he turned his head to look at the boy a shower of crumbs rained down around him. Remy broke into a fit of laughter. Logan stood and shook his head then he turned to scowl at the boy laughing hysterically behind him. He tried to look mad, really he did but Remy was so damn …cute like this. He grabbed the boy and threw him over his shoulder, which only made him laugh harder. Jean and Ororo joined in at this point and Scott couldn’t remember the last time he heard so much laughter in the mansion, it felt wonderful.  “ Logan before you cart him off I need him.” He tried not to get caught up in the moment. Logan spun around so Remy was facing him. “Oui?” Remy asked when he had the giggles under control. He wore the innocent look of a four year old and Scott had to shake his head. “ I need you to go to Boston. There’s a contact there with a disc I need.” Remy smiled and Logan sat him down, “ When do we leave?” Scott shook his head, “ Not you just Gambit. It’s a simple pick up and Hank wants him to start slow.” Logan stepped forward, “ No. He’s not going alone.” Remy grabbed his hand, “ Cher, stop worryin, I’m fine. I need to get outta here. Please? I’ll be back de same day, I’ll fly commercial. Won’ do anything else. Promise. Pick up de disc and hop a plane home.” Logan stared into his eyes, “ You come straight home. Hear me?” Remy gave him a quick kiss and a wink, “ Oui.” He turned to Scott, “ When do I leave?” Scott handed him a file, “ In an hour. I’ve already made all the arrangements.” Remy smiled again. “ I better go get ready.” he said as he bounded from the room.
 

Remy exited the plane and looked around for his contact. When he didn’t see the man he made his way to a bank of pay phones. After dialing the mansion’s number he chuckled,
“ You sittin on de phone Cher? It didn’ even finish ringin once.” Logan relaxed for the first time since Remy left four hours earlier. “ Maybe. You meet the contact?” Remy looked around again, “ Non. Don’ see him. I’m gonna hang here a while. I’ll catch the next flight home. See ya for dinner. Je t’aime Cher.” Logan smiled, “ Love ya too kid. See ya later.” Remy hung up the phone and wandered over to the bar. He could look for his contact from there. After he ordered he sat at a small table and looked around again. He felt eyes watching him and turned expecting to see the contact. He found himself staring at a large somehow disturbing man. His dark eyes bore into Remy and his smile made him shiver. Remy looked away and moved from his table to a group of chairs across the room.
“ Dat was weird,” he mumbled to himself. As he moved away he could feel the man’s eyes following him. He sat again and looked to where the stranger was but he was gone. Remy let out the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. When he looked back the man was directly in front of him. “ So, Stephen long time, huh? You look a lot better than the last time I saw you.” Remy studied the man, “ Excuse moi? You have me mistaken for someone else.” The man laughed, a cruel evil sound, “ No one could ever forget you kid. Sorry about the knife, I got caught up in the moment.” Remy stood and took a step back away from the man. “ Please, I’m waiting for someone. If you would excuse me?” He started to walk away but the man called after him, “ Maybe later? I’ll pay anything. Your mouth is heaven!” Remy felt his blood run cold. He rubbed his temple when he felt the beginnings of a headache. Finally he noticed his contact and he picked up the disc he was sent for. When he was done he made his way back to his terminal. He couldn’t wait to leave this place, the strange man. What the hell was going on? Remy had to sit when the large airport suddenly started to spin around him. He broke out in a cold sweat and had to swallow hard to keep from being sick. “ Not now.” he whispered to himself. These headaches scared him. They came from nowhere and they stopped him cold. Henri had tested him for hours and could find nothing wrong but the young Cajun knew he was missing something, it was right there in the back of his mind. He leaned forward and closed his eyes hoping the dizziness would pass. He heard the call for final boarding of his plane and sat back only to find himself blocked by the man from before. “ Come on Stephen, Oscar got busted and won’t be around for three months. I need ya kid. How ’bout it.” Remy couldn’t fight the nausea he felt any longer and bolted for the men’s room. When he was through he went to the sink to splash his face and as he looked into the mirror he was staring into the dark, crazy eyes. The man moved while Remy was still in shock and shoved him into a stall. He covered Remy’s mouth and nose until he stopped fighting. They stared at each other a moment, Remy was confused, his head pounded and the room spun crazily around him. The larger man leaned in close, breath smelling foul, eyes insane with evil intent. When he started reaching for his belt Remy came out of his shock and screamed under his large dirty hand. Somewhere inside he found the strength to shove the man back and stand. He aimed a kick between his legs and ran out of the restroom. His plane was already taxiing to the runway and he let out a desperate sob, he had to get away. He moved behind a bank of lockers and watched as the man stumbled out and looked around. He headed toward the nearest exit and Remy sat down hard in the chair behind him. He was shaking head to toe and the headache was now a full-blown migraine. He dropped his head to his hands and tried to control his breathing. A hand touched his shoulder and he shot out of the chair, “ Are you all right young man?” It was an older woman maybe in her fifties. She had true concern in her eyes and Remy relaxed a little. “ Oui, merci for askin.” she patted his shoulder as he sat again. “ If you’re sure?” Remy nodded and she walked away. He looked around once more his attacker was gone. It was over.

The migraine made his vision double and it took him a while to find a phone and punch in the mansion number.  “ Cher?” “ What’s wrong darlin, what happened?” Remy’s voice shook as the events of the last half hour set in. “ Missed my plane. Head hurts, feel sick.”
“ Should I come get ya?” Logan asked and Remy knew he was serious. “ Non. Think I’m gonna get a room though, feel like shit.”  “Kid?” Logan was worried, it was clear in his voice. Hearing his lover’s voice soothed the young Cajun and he felt stupid for getting so upset. “ I think I just need to sleep a while. I’m fine, really. Sorry I worried ya Cher.” Logan half growled through the phone, “ No you ain’t. Soon as you get home you’re goin down to Hank. No arguments.” Remy smiled, it felt so good to be protected like this.
“ Oui Cher, Je t‘aime.”  “ Love you too. Lock the door don’t forget. And you call me tomorrow right before you get on the plane home, I’ll meet you.” “ Merci.” He hung up the phone and tried to blink away the spots in front of his eyes. He passed out before he even realized it was going to happen.

Hank found Logan pacing in the kitchen an hour later. “ Logan, are you all right?” Logan looked at his friend and sighed, “ Kid missed his plane. Sounded like shit, you gotta find out what these headaches are Blue. It aint right, something’s wrong with him.” Hank watched Logan pace, “ Another one?”  “ Yeah, he stayed there to sleep it off, sounded like a bad one.” “ I want to see him the moment he arrives home.” Hank walked back to his lab, worried too. Since Remy’s last mission he’d been having recurring and increasingly worse headaches with no apparent cause. He was anxious to see the young man and THIS TIME he’d stay until the reason was found.

Remy woke up lying across the backseat of a car. His mouth, wrists and ankles were duct taped. The man driving glanced back at him. “ Sorry Stephen, but I can’t let you get away with shit like that. That wasn’t nice. I figure ole Oscar made a fortune with you so you’re gonna make up for back at the airport by doing the same for me.”  Remy listened to the mad man in the front seat ranting. He sounded muffled and strange. He knew he had to take control of this situation and do it fast. Why was this guy after him? Who the hell was this Stephen person? The pain in his head reached all the way down his neck now and was moving to his spine. This was the worst one yet. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the tape around his wrists. It started to glow softly, he’d have burn’s, he wasn’t immune to his own power, but at least his hands would be free. The tape exploded and the next minute seemed to pass in slow motion. He reached into the front seat and wrapped an arm around the driver’s throat. “ Now, Mon ami, you gonna pull dis car over an’ we gonna have a little chat, Oui?”  The man swallowed hard and pulled over on the shoulder of the deserted road. “ Okay Stevie boy, don’t be stupid. I wreck this car and we both get hurt.”
Remy used a move his father taught him and his attacker was out cold in seconds. “ Merci Poppa.” Remy sat back in his seat and closed his eyes. His head felt about to explode. There were ugly burns on his wrists and he felt like he would pass out or throw up any moment. He took a deep breath and removed the tape from his ankles then he climbed over the seat “ Okay, let’s see who we have here.” He went through pockets until he found a wallet. “ Carl Harris. Well Carl Harris, why you after Remy, huh?” There was a roll of tape on the floor, “probably threw it dere after grabbin me.” He taped the man’s hands and legs. He was fighting to stay conscious at this point and said a silent prayer of thanks when he found a phone under the seat.  “ Xavier Institute, Henry McCoy. May I help you?”  “Henri?” “ Remy, is that you?” Remy closed his eyes as his surrounding started to swim and spin. “ Need some help, me.” Remy slurred. “ REMY, Where are you? What’s going on?” “ T’ink I’m still in Boston…woke up in de back seat of a car. Gonna pass out… trace de…”
“ Remy!” Hank hurried to the Comm Room and put a trace on the call then he hit the intercom, “ X-Men to the War Room.” was all that would be needed to gather them and go after Remy.

In the War Room Scott and Storm looked at each other “ What’s going on?” Scott asked as the rest of the team arrived. “ I have no idea.” Storm answered. Hank came in last,
“ I’ve just received a rather disturbing call from Remy,” he said as he entered which got Logan to his feet at once. “Blue?”  “ I’ve traced the call but I fear for his safety.” “ Then let’s go!” Logan said as he started for the Hangar. “ Wait Wolverine. We’ll take the Falcon. Hank stays here with Storm and Bobby. Jean, Wolverine, with me.”  “ I’ve already sent the location to the on board computer Scott.” Hank called as he left for his lab, he could at least make sure he was ready to treat the migraine when Remy returned. He silently prayed for that to be the only thing he would need to treat.

It only took forty-five minutes to reach the old car by the side of the mostly deserted road.
“ That’s it, that old car is where the signal originates.”  Scott sat the Falcon down in a field a quarter mile down the road. “ Get to him while I prep for take-off.” Scott told his wife and Logan. If Remy were there they’d be out of here in no time. As they exited the plane Jean grabbed Logan’s hand, “ I sense him, his mind is wide open.” She looked her friend in the eyes; “I can only sense him like this when he’s hurt.” They took off running down the road, slowing as they approached the car. Logan popped his claws and looked in a side window. “ Got him” He said after letting out a heavy sigh, “ Somebody up front too.” He opened the door and felt for Remy’s pulse. It was strong. “ His hands…” Jean said. Logan carefully pulled him from the car and lay him on the ground with his head resting on his legs. “ Look like burns, probably blew his restraints.” He couldn’t help but to bend and kiss the soft hair as Jean checked the other man. “ Oh My God! Logan, this is the man from Pennsylvania! He thinks Remy is Stephen!” Logan growled and would have jumped to his feet and gutted the pervert if Remy wasn’t resting against him. “ He’s Mine, The Bastard Is Mine.” It was a low growl from deep in his throat and Jean was actually afraid for a second. “ No Logan, we aren’t going to just kill him. What are we going to do with him though?”  She was silent a moment, probably speaking with Scott. “ We leave him.” she stated and started to move. “ NO! The Bastard had Remy again! Where’s he gonna turn up next, Salem Center! Remy moaned quietly and Logan tapped his cheek gently,
“Kiddo? You hear me Rem?” His head dropped a bit and a drop of blood ran from his nose. “ Shit. Bring the scum, we gotta get Remy to Hank.” He wiped the drop of blood and hit his Comm badge. “ Cyke, the scum is comin with us ’til we figure out what to do with him.” He ignored the angry reply and gently lifted the tall Cajun into his arms and pulled him to his chest. “ Bring him or I kill him.” He said as he stared at Jean and she knew from his tone he meant every word. “ Can we compromise, leave him with the police?” Logan shook his head, “ No way Jeannie, he’s not getting another chance.” She looked at him holding his lover then she looked at the man in the front seat, felt his disturbed mind. “ All right.” She removed the tape from his hands and feet and was about to lift him in a telekinetic bubble when he kicked out, knocking her back and stealing her breath. He stumbled backwards into the road laughing the whole time. Logan growled menacingly, his eyes never leaving the hated enemy. He debated laying Remy down and finishing the bastard when Remy moaned softly again. He’d have to wait and finish him after Hank took care of Remy.  “ I’ll CATCH you later Stephen!”  Jean saw the truck barreling down the road behind him and she started to cry out, to warn him. Then she looked at Logan holding Remy. She remembered the pain and fear this man caused him as his mind shattered, caught between what was real and something else and Jean Grey-Summers turned away and let the truck take care of the problem for them. Logan never looked away as the driver of the truck hit his horn already knowing it was too late to stop what was about to happen. Logan turned to the Falcon when it was done and called back,
“ Let’s get outta here Jeannie.”

Logan paced the hall outside the med lab for what felt like the millionth time before Hank finally opened the door. “ He okay Blue? The bastard didn’t…” Hank shook his head
“ No. Did he regain consciousness at all on the way back?” Logan’s heart pounded louder,
“ No why?” Hank led him into the lab “ I can’t wake him. I’ve been trying since he arrived. I’ve re-run the CAT scan and every other test I know; he’s perfectly fine physically. He should be awake.” They arrived at Remy’s bed and Logan brushed through his hair. “ Can’t let you outta my sight for a second can I boy.”  He looked back up at Hank, “ Sleeping’s good right? I mean, the kid’s been through hell again tonight. He’s sick and tired, sleeping’s good.” He was trying to ignore the sick feeling growing in his own gut. Hank looked down at his patient, “ I’ll let it slide for the night but if he isn’t awake by morning I’m going to have Jean scan him.” Logan pulled up a chair and prepared for another long wait beside his lovers bed. “ Fair enough.” Hank dimmed the lights in the room, “ Call me if he wakes, I just want to know, okay?” Logan combed through the soft hair. “ Sure, get some sleep Blue. See ya in the morning.”

In the wee hours of the morning Logan’s eyes flew open. He sensed more than heard his young lover start to wake. “ Remy? Come on kid, open your eyes so I know yer okay.” A low moan answered as the long lashes fluttered and his eyes opened a crack. “ Seems like we were just here doing this yesterday.” Logan said quietly. He didn’t like remembering waiting for his lover to recover from the coma. Remy licked his dry lips,
“ Happened?” Logan started rubbing gentle circles at his lover’s temples. “ You had another migraine, missed your plane. Jeannie and I went to get you.” He left out the attacker and his death for now, he’d tell Remy later when he felt better. “ Dere getting worse.” Remy whispered. He lifted his hand and rubbed above his eyes. “ I know kiddo, Hank’s gonna figure it out.” Logan bent and kissed his soft hair. “ I gotta let him know yer awake.” He slowly moved his fingers away hating to relinquish the touch and reached for the phone on the wall. “Hank…I don’t know, early…yeah just now…okay.” He turned back to Remy, “ Hey, don’t go back to sleep on me.” He rubbed Remy’s temples again and the smoldering eyes cracked a bit. “ Not sleepin” then they closed again. Hank entered the room a moment later, fur going every which way. “Welcome back young man. If you would just humor me for a few minutes I will release you to Logan’s tender care and you can leave at your leisure.”  Remy started to nod but froze as a shooting pain sliced down from the top of his head to the base of his spine. “ Merde.” He tensed and waited for the pain to pass. “ Remy, what’s going on? What are you feeling?” A tear left Remy’s tightly closed eyes “ Fire…all de way down my spine.” He opened his eyes a crack “ Can you make dis stop Mon ami?” Hank patted his shoulder “ I will do my best Remy.” He lifted a needle for Remy to see, “ This is a pain killer. It’s very strong and you should feel relief very soon.” Remy tensed again as the needle pierced his skin. “ All done Darlin.” Logan continued to rub his temples and Remy relaxed. “ Wow Henri, dis some good stuff.” He took a deep breath and felt the pain drain from his body. “ Merci.” he whispered as he fell asleep.

Remy woke again at ten in the morning to find Logan gone and Storm in his seat. “ Good morning brother, how do you feel?” Remy turned his head to look at her and was relieved that he no longer felt the burning pain. “ I’m fine Stormy. Can I get outta here now?” Storm placed a hand against his chest to keep him from rising. “ Not so fast.” She rose and called out “ He’s awake gentlemen.” then returned with a warm smile. “ I will talk to you later Remy. Feel better.” He took her hand and kissed it “ T’anks Stormy.” Moments later Hank and Logan came in the room. He moved to sit up and noticed the bandages around his wrists. “ Okay, I know I was outta it but what’s dis?” Logan sat on the bed beside him, “ You don’t remember?”  Remy looked confused “Non, what’d I do?” He felt weak, washed out, like he’d had the flu and was just recovering. “ What is the last thing you remember?” Hank asked. Remy thought a moment, “ Leavin de plane in Boston.”  Hank sighed. “ Let me get you something to eat then we can discuss this.” “ What’s goin on Cher, what ain’t I rememberin?” Logan lifted his hand and kissed it “ Eat something and we’ll tell ya everything.”

By lunchtime Remy was begging to be released so they moved to Scott’s office to talk.
 “ So the last thing you remember is getting off the plane in Boston?” Hank asked. Remy was sitting in a large leather chair; Logan was sitting on the arm rubbing small circles between his shoulder blades. “You don’t remember calling me?” Remy thought a moment “ Non.” Hank looked at Logan, “ Is this the first time he’s lost memories?” Logan nodded “ Yeah, and the nose bleed.” Remy swallowed hard, “ Henri what is dis? I got a brain tumor or somet’in?” Hank shook his head “ No. You are perfectly fine.” Jean had joined them and sat quietly listening. She had a suspicion about what was going on but she wanted to talk to Hank first. “ Remy, You called me last night from the backseat of a car. There was a man…” Remy sat forward “ Oui, I remember dat now.” He looked up at Logan, “ Somet’in about him…he was creepy. He took me?” Logan knelt down in front of him. “ Yeah kiddo. Ya musta blown your restraints and got him though, when we got there you were free and he was taped up.” Remy looked at him “ wish I could remember dat” he said wryly. “ Where is he?” Jean spoke up, “ He attacked me and ran into the road. He ran in front of a truck.” Remy laughed a bit, “ Guess I don have to worry ’bout him no more.” The headache was beginning to return and he looked up at Hank “ We done? I’m beat.” He didn’t want anymore lab time and it wasn’t too bad so he didn’t mention it. Jean stood as did Hank, “We’re through. Get some rest but I want to know immediately if any symptoms return. Spots in front of your eyes, blurred vision, voices sounding muffled.” Remy let Logan pull him to his feet. “ Oui Mon ami, Remy tell you.” Logan led him up to their room; “ I gotta be in the Danger Room in ten. I’ll come back up and get you for dinner okay?”  He smiled at Remy who was nuzzling Logan’s pillow. “ Can’ help it, “ He said as he closed his eyes
“ It smells like you.” Logan kissed him sweetly and left. Remy clutched the pillow hard, the headache was back and as bad as before. He reached for a tissue to blow his nose, blood.

When Logan came back to get him he was surprised and pleased to find he was already up. He knocked on the bathroom door, “ Dinner’s ready Rem.” Remy was kneeling in front of the toilet fighting back nausea. “ Okay Cher, you go on I’m just gonna splash some water on my face.” He swallowed hard. “ See ya dere.”  Logan turned for the door, “ Hurry up. Jeannie made roast and it smells pretty good.” He was halfway down the hall when Remy lost his battle. When he was through he stood weakly and stared into the mirror, “ Mon Dieu, what’s wrong wit’ me?” He moaned as another wave of nausea washed over him.

He was covered in cold sweat and leaning a hand against the wall to get to the stairs. No way could he hide this and he didn’t want too. He was scared. He wouldn’t even complain if Henri made him stay in the lab, in fact he WANTED to stay there. At the top of the stairs he stopped, they were blurred and swam before his eyes. He felt himself losing consciousness and everything turned black.

TBC in “ Future Hope”