Author; Lilvior
Rating; Overall R
Summary; After a terrible attack, Remy is left in a
vegetative state. Can Logan bring him out of it? Will either of them ever be
the same afterwards?
Pairing; Kinda Logan/Remy, but not much and not until the
later chapters, so if that squicks you, well, don’t read.
Feedback; Oh please. However, flames will be used to
roast small, fluffy bunny-rabbits.
Archive; Yeah, go for it.
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The smell of fried eggs, sausages and bacon filled the kitchen, quickly drawing the X-men from their beds and downstairs. Jean had put breakfast on for Scott and herself, but as first Bobby, then Hank and soon enough the entire team were sitting in the kitchen expecting to be cooked for. In fact, the only two people missing were the Professor and Scott himself.
Remy LeBeau crept stealthily up behind Jean, gripped her waist firmly and whispered into her ear,
“Remy likes de bacon extra crispy, chere.”
Jean sighed, she had refused to make breakfast for everyone at first, but she could feel Remy’s charm power coaxing her mind towards a positive answer.
“Okay okay, you win.” She said, turning around in Remy’s arms and silently hoping her husband wouldn’t choose this particular moment to walk in. “Anyone else feel like taking advantage?”
This was met by many affirmatives, then a barrage of orders and how everyone would like their bacon cooked. Jean vaguely heard that Warren wanted four sausages and two eggs – sunny side up. Ororo wondered if the eggs were free-range. Bobby seemed to think they were out of OJ.
It was hard to listen though, when Remy was quite openly groping her butt.
“Put her down, Gumbo.” Logan growled from behind his newspaper, “Ya don’t want Cyke ta come in and see you like that.”
His warning came a mere fraction of a moment too late.
Remy unhooked his arms as Jean’s husband glared at him in contempt. Scott then spoke to his wife in that grating derogatory tone that almost drove Logan feral.
“Honey, I thought the offer of breakfast in bed was limited to me.”
Jean smiled gently,
“You go back to bed and I’ll bring it up in a few minutes.” Her love for her husband consistently amazed everyone.
“Actually,” The professor’s voice rounded the corner, announcing his presence before anyone actually saw him, “I would like to speak to you all.”
Twenty minutes later the team convened in the war room.
Jean, Scott, Betsy, Hank and Ororo dressed in uniforms, prepared for action immediately. Logan, Warren, Rogue and Kurt had pulled on their casual civilian clothes, and Remy and Bobby were still in their very different types of pyjamas. Bobby had shuffled in and slouched down into a chair in his rather unoriginal blue and white pinstripe pyjamas, whereas Remy wore nothing but a pair of black silk boxers, prompting a look of disapproval from the Professor.
“I am pleased to see that some of you came prepared. The rest of you, I would to remind you next time to please be ready for battle, this is a war room, not a bedroom.”
Bobby blushed as several pairs of eyes rested on him.
“I have discovered a potentially dangerous young mutant not too far away from here. I have put together a team to go investigate, and hopefully, return her.”
A feeling of tension flittered around the room, it was a Saturday morning, and no one could be bothered with a mission, with perhaps the small exception of Scott.
“For this particular excursion, the team consists of Scott, Jean, Logan, Remy, Hank and Bobby. Any objections?”
Warren breathed a loud sigh of relief.
The condemned six looked at each other, knowing they’d probably lost the best part of their Saturday. Not knowing that one of them might lose a lot more.
“Dis mean Remy gotta get dressed?”
Logan. Remy and Bobby started up the staircase to find uniforms while Scott, Jean and Hank prepped the X-jet.
“It’s too early.” Bobby whined as they reached the first floor landing, Logan and Remy both had rooms on the first floor, but Bobby had moved his stuff to a room on the third floor when Remy moved back into the mansion. He claimed there was no animosity between them now, he just didn’t feel like moving back down to the first floor again. The only two X-men who still outright despised Remy for his role in the Morlock Massacre were Warren and Betsy. Remy tended to avoid them, naturally, but he hated showing that weakness of emotion. By contrast, Logan was the only one who had straight away forgiven the Cajun. Logan claimed that any X-man who said they had no skeletons in their closets was lying. Remy appreciated that.
Bobby turned and continued up the stairs, whilst Remy and Logan started along the corridor.
“Dis be Remy’s stop, mon ami.” Gambit paused outside the door to tap in his security code, “Was lookin’ forward t’ havin’ a shower, guess it’ll hafta wait ‘til we get back.” He managed to make the words sound sad without moaning or whining the way Bobby did.
Logan smiled and shook his head, punching in his own code.
“The girl you will be obtaining has a unique power, the likes of which we have never encountered before. She seems to be able to scramble brainwaves, if she really tries, she can kill her victims, however, I believe she does not mean to use he power in this malicious manner, it is simply her instinct when she feels threatened.” Misconception number one “I also believe that Jean’s telepathic powers should be able to dull the girl’s ability.” Misconception number two “The plan is to find her and calm her down, Hank, I know it sounds drastic, but if the situation gets out of control, trank her. Remy, you are to befriend her, I don’t really want you to use your charm, but if it comes to it… Jean, I need you to get inside her head while Remy has her distracted, disarm her. I don’t feel that she has any other powers, but Logan is there in case things get physically violent. Scott, you are there, as always, to lead. And Bobby,” The Professor seemed to pause to think up a job for the Iceman, “crowd control. I don’t see this getting out of control. It should be a simple mission.” The old man smiled a little. “You could all be sunbathing by three pm.”
Cerebro tracked the girl – name still unknown – to a secluded spot by the lake. Scott parked the jet in a wide empty field, and Jean and Remy walked over to where the girl sat on her own. She looked very peaceful. Jean turned to Remy and gave him a very strange look.
“What?” Remy asked out loud, causing the girl to jump a little and turn in their direction.
“I can’t get a telepathic link with your mind.” Jean whispered. Remy gave Jean a look that said ‘stay out of my head’, then looked back at the girl. She was staring directly at them.
What happened next, seemed to take place in slow motion. Jean stepped forward so that she was just a few feet away from the girl, she seemed to have forgotten the Professor’s plan.
“We’ve come to help you, can you tell me your name?” she outstretched one hand.
“My name is Dizzy.” The girl said, not taking the hand.
Jean suddenly doubled over, clutching her head, a short shriek escaped her lips, alerting the others and bringing them running from the surrounding greenery.
Remy used the few seconds they had, to try and charm the girl into calming down. He figured he could easily sort the girl out, he was Remy LeBeau, and women loved him. But as he let his charm snake it’s way into her mind he felt a small buzz between his eyes. The buzz grew until Remy felt dizzy, and understood with an odd amusement, the girl’s name. Then it was as if his brain was being turned inside his skull. He thought he could hear Logan roaring, then all sound became twisted, colours swirled and the ground seemed to shake beneath his feet.
The others hadn’t seen anything happening to Remy. They heard Jean’s scream, Logan leapt at the girl, only to receive the same short burst of disorientation Jean had been treated to, Bobby had taken the opportunity to literally ‘cool Dizzy off’, and while she was distracted, Hank shot her with a tranquilliser dart. Scott had let himself forget the mission in favour of checking on his wife’s health.
Jean seemed to be coming around but it took her a while to get to her feet, she looked almost drunk. With Scott’s help, she managed to walk back to the jet.
Hank was nervously prodding Dizzy, he took her pulse and listened to her breathing, and when it seemed she was going to be alright, he picked her up started in the same direction as Scott and Jean. He was about to tell Bobby to see if the effect had worn off on Logan, when Remy’s writhing form caught his eye.
How had they not noticed that?
Logan noticed at the same time, he was still shaking his head, trying to clear it of that annoying buzzing, his limbs felt like lead. He reached Remy first and knelt down beside him,
“Hey kid,” he slurred, shaking his head again and trying to wrap his mouth around the words properly, “Hey, kid, you okay?”
Hank knelt next to them,
“Did the girl stun him too, do you suppose?” Hank asked, rather redundantly.
Logan meant to motion for Hank to move back, to not crowd the Cajun, but he was still feeling a little nauseous, and the hand he’d meant to use to gesture for Hank to move back collided with the doctor’s face, knocking him backwards.
“Sorry Hank, I don’t think I know my own strength.” But his attention was fixed on Remy.
By now, Remy was convulsing on the grass, saliva dribbled from one corner of his mouth, his eyes were rolling back and forth and his fists were tightly clenched.
The last thing he actually heard before words started turning inside out was Logan telling him to lie down, calm down.
Remy didn’t know if he had actually laughed, but his last cognate thought was ‘lie down? I don’t know which way ‘down’ is’.
By the time Bobby had submitted to his curiosity and joined Hank and Logan, Remy was twisting himself around, trying to get out from under Logan’s strong hands.
Being held down, he didn’t feel as though he were falling any more. Now it felt as though the world was falling into him.
He was babbling incoherently, at first Logan thought it might be French, but after a few moments he recognised the sounds as the language of insanity.
Hank offered to get another tranquilliser dart from the jet, but Logan said that if Remy were sedated now, he might never come out of it.
Bobby ran to the jet to tell Scott and Jean what was happening. Hey, if the problem was inside Remy’s head, maybe Jean could solve it?
Logan pulled the convulsing form into his lap, cradling Remy’s heavy head in his arms, attempting to be soothing. But if anything, the change in position sent a fresh wave of madness through the kid.
Then, slowly, and yet also all at once, Remy’s eyes closed, his mouth stilled, and the shaking came to a gradual stop. Hank and Logan waited for the last sign. Both men staring at Remy’s clenched fists, and at last the colour began to return to those white knuckles. The hands opened up and a thin line of blood trickled from his palm where his fingernails had dug in.
“Oh, thank the heavens.” Hank sighed, “He seems to have calmed down.” He was talking more to himself than Logan.
“No.” Logan said, an uncharacteristic despair in his voice, and a wetness, that might have been tears, in his eyes, “He hasn’t calmed down.”
By now, Scott, Jean and Bobby had returned, just in time to hear what they really didn’t want to hear.
“He’s given up.”
End of Chapter 1.