| Part Three AUTHOR: SisterWine Rating: PG-17, maybe NC-17 later on. Warnings: It has that horrid Rogue in it! And some casual silliness. DISCLAIMER: They aren't mine. Marvel Comics and 20th Century Fox owns them. Summary: I was just thinking about what would Remy's first mission be, after he and Logan had moved back into the LeBeau Manor in LA. I know, I know, I'm stuck on the series. It really haunts me. I'm not meaning to sound conceited, or biased or anything. I was just wondering. Remy carried Jubilee in his arms, tirelessly. One arm holding up her legs, and the other supporting her back, he hadn't minded at all that she snuggled into him and rest her head on his right shoulder. He knew how to walk without bumps and hard landings, so he could make it comfortable for the young 18 year old to sleep a bit while they hunted down Sabretooth. They stopped for a moment as Rogue's voice scratched and fractured itself against the weak signals of the comlink on Logan's left wrist. "Hey, y'all..... Ah'm gettin kinda worried about Jean. She hasn't twitched since we came aboard. But, she's turnin a funny shade o' yellow." "Hold tight, darlin. We'll be there soon." Logan held the comlink up to speak in, and stared ahead at the hanger doors. Their intentions were to disable as many vehicles as they could to ensure they weren't followed. It altered when the doors opened and they found themselves once again in the presence of Creed. Creed sneered at the group as he climbed into a blue, egg-shaped hoverjet. "Better luck next time, X- losers!" He laughed loudly and pushed numerous buttons on the control panel to start up the jet. "Perhaps de next time is now, mon brave." Remy set Jubilee down on the floor, beside the door and leaned her against the wall. Removing a few cards from a pocket within his long coat, he charged them and sent them past the jet, letting them explode against the control panel of the hangar door. The door shut immediately after it had just been fully opened, which upset the big yellow beast even more. Snarling and coming down from his seat, Creed stalked angrily towards the young Cajun. "Seems I'll have to teach your little bitch a lesson, Runt. Who knows, maybe he'll enjoy it more than he'd ever enjoy fuckin you!" He growled and laughed at the auburn haired beauty as the young man had begun to back up. Logan snarled loudly and released a fist of sharp claws. "You touch him, you'll be takin us both down." Inching his way towards Creed as the tall, snarling and semi-drooling beast moved towards Remy, Logan eyed the team and nodded to Scott to finish the rest of the plan. As Sabretooth made another daring move closer to Remy, Logan came unglued and pounced from his three-foot distance to knock the Cajun out of the way and stand in his place. "Now, you'll deal with me." The hit and push had almost knocked the wind out of him. He landed in a corner, away from the now madly sparring men. Splayed on his stomach, and coughing as he tried to catch his breath, Remy pushed himself up to crawl over to Jubilee and make sure she was safe. He had to use a few cards to keep both men at a distance from her, but managed to get her safely to the other side of the room. "Give her to me!" Scott said, reaching for the now fully unconscious girl in Remy's arms. Their eyes met as they exchanged the sleeping form from one to the other. He and Beast were in the process of reopening the door as well as disabling the other hoverjets. "Stay here. He can handle Sabretooth. We'll need your charged cards to open the doors." His order fell on deaf ears as he watched Remy start to walk back to the fight. "Remy! Stay here! Damn him!" Remy squinted and watched, cautiously, as his love and his love's arch enemy were now fighting very dirty. His eyes watched every move and counter-move they made. Waiting for his chance to relieve Logan from the tiresome spar, he saw his window of opportunity rapidly opening. Take it? Or, don't take it? What to do..? Take it. Charging a card and sending it to land at Creed's heavily stomping feet, his aim struck perfectly and sent the yellow haired creature into fits of pain. Howling and roaring with fury, Sabretooth backed up from both Logan and Remy only to dodge another glowing playing card that had been aimed at his chest. He growled and panted, deeply, and realised he was alot closer to the auburn haired attacker than Logan was. Reaching out and grabbing hold of brown lapels, he instinctively tossed the Cajun in front of him and began daring Logan to "slice" the boy up. A tainted smirk smear itself over the yellowed face. "Let go o' him." Logan growled between clenched teeth. Laughing and clutching Remy closer to him, Sabretooth sneered back. "Come get him." He wasn't about to admit that Remy's struggles were making him lose his grippings, or that the boy smelled too damn good to let go just yet. Each time Logan would growl and lunge forward, Creed side-stepped and held Remy even closer to him. "Just like you to go hidin behind a kid! I'm the one you're mainly after, leave him alone." Wolverine was becoming more and more viscious by the second. And it was working to Creed's advantage. Sabretooth laughed again. "The little boy wants to play with the big kids, Runt. I'm just tryin to welcome him into the group." "I can play jus' fine, mon ami." Remy brought his arms up and grabbed hold of Creed's left arm that had been wrapped around Remy's chest. Pulling on the beast's arm, he managed to pull the behemouth over top of him, just enough to wriggle away and retrieve another card from his pockets. ~.~.~.~ Jean had begun to move. She had been lying on a long bench in the back of the Blackbird, under a gray spaceblanket, and moaning. Her voice had become more audible each moment that slowly passed. Rogue would pat her down with a cool cloth from teh first aid kit, and water from a sports bottle that was always kept on board. Nothing helped. Her fever would climb higher and higher, sweat dripped from her as if she were on fire from one of Phoenix's rages. Red hair was soaked with sweat and water, her gown had also become quite damp from sweat, and now she was pushing the blanket off of her. Rogue's expression of her friend's health had become quite grave. She hadn't known what was going on with Jean but, she wasn't about to watch her slowly begin to weaken. Pushing the comlink on her beltbuckle, she spoke shakily into it. "Hey,.... anyone hear me?" "I am here, Rogue. How is Jean?" Storm's calm voice rang back and made Rogue jump a bit. "She's not doin so well, shugah. We gotta get her back to the Mansion, like pronto." Wiping the cloth against Jean's forehead, she sighed and waited for the response. Scott responded this time. "All right. Take her back to the mansion but, I am sending Beast with you." Within minutes, the ramp had lowered and Beast had stepped up onto it. Reaching the top, he had noticed Jean right away and gasped, "Oh dear!" Hurrying to the woman's side, he checked her fever and took over Rogue's nursings while Rogue started the engine and headed for the Mansion. Jean's murmuring and barely audible words had made Beast grow more and more worried for his friend's life. Her dreams were twisted into mixtures of colours and faces even she couldn't name. Voices blurred inside her head and cackled loudly while others screamed and ranted about treatments, and her. Her hands sweat at the fingertips, and pawed at the blanket that had been trying to cover her. Her eyes had squeezed shut, and her face twisted into pain from the headache pounding in her brain. Groaning as her stomach had felt as if it were to explode in any given moment. "How is she?" Rogue called back from the pilot's seat. Beast wiped Jean's forehead before answering. "Not well, I'm afraid. She appears to be saying something of what they have done to her, or possibly talked about. We must get her to the lab, as soon as possible. I fear the worst will become to her, if we hesitate any longer." Rogue sighed. She knew he was telling the truth, and had thought of landing the jet to fly Jean, herself, the rest of the way. However, she reminded herself that Jean shouldn't have that much wind or cold air on her. "Hang on, shugah! I'm going just as fast as this thing'll let me." ~.~.~.~ Remy flew into the open cockpit of a small, roundish shaped hovercraft. Landing sideways in the seat, in an awkward positin, all he had been able to say was, "Ouch." Struggling against the narrow space, he tried to climb out of the vehicle before another object was thrown at him. Jumping out of the craft before another, much larger one, had hit the spot that he had been in and charging several cards that he had taken from a pocket in his coat, Remy had thrown them to hit Creed square in the back as the beast had turned away to deal with Logan. Creed roared in pain. Quickly, he grabbed ahold of Logan's neck and turned to toss the smaller man into the annoying Cajun. Another card had landed just short of his feet as the two men were smushed togther and knocked off their feet. He laughed, loudly, as Remy's back hit hard on a wall, while Logan had sandwiched him in, face to face. "You alright, darlin?" Logan groaned and whispered into Remy's left ear. Remy moaned. "Oui. Just gettin tired o' dis." "It's endin, now." Logan stood up and grabbed Remy's hand to pull him to his feet. Laughing again, Creed watched the two move cautiously to either side of him, both ready for more. "Give it up, Runt. Keep the brat in the bedroom. I bet he fucks better than he fights." He snarled. He watched and waited until they had been to his sides, at a distance, before making his next move. Releasing his claws and growling, loudly, Logan had looked about Creed for anything to use. He wasn't completely sure what he was thinking, but then again, he was half-focused on Remy being safe. "No!" He shouted as he watched Remy react. Remy had made his move as he saw Creed mainly paying attention to Logan. Charging two cards, he leapt a few feet off of the ground and tossed them at the yellow-furred beast. Holding up the wrong arm, Creed quickly turned to him and swiped at him with his claws. Cutting his arm, a loud snap followed a growl, just before he was grabbed by the shirt and spun around to feel a sharp pain in his back. It had been the second time he had felt Logan's claws inside him. He cried out in pain, and was quickly let go of by both parties. Shock had adorned Logan's face as he had relived each previous moment in slow motion. And now, he only saw blood pooling around Remy's shaking body, as it lie on the floor, in front of him. "No. Oh, God, no." Forgetting about Creed, Logan dropped to his knees and rolled Remy onto his back, from his right side. "Not again. Darlin, I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Remy's eyes were closed and his breathing had become eratic before slowing almost to a stop. Storm was racing to their side. "Come, we must get out of here. Rogue is on her way back from the Mansion. I shall take care of Sabretooth while you get Remy to the jet." She stood up and turned around to face Creed as a whirlwind had begun to fizz and blow heavy things around the large room as if they were paper. Lightning sparked the room in flashes of light, as thunder echoed between the wide walls. A tornado had begun to spin around the tall beast. He laughed, but shortly. The wind lift him up, off of the floor, and bounced him about the invisible tunnel. Screeching and yelling as several lightning bolts had hit him in the chest and knocked him back, through several walls and rooms. The winds calmed and dissipated, lowering a hovering, enraged goddess to the floor. She turned back to see Logan still sitting on the floor, holding Remy close to him. "Logan, we must get him to the Blackbird." Kneeling down to catch his eye, she saw him nod, absently, and pick the limp body up. As Logan walked, dazedly, Remy had gained some consciousness. Enough to remove his final box of playing cards and charge the entire deck before letting it slip through his finger and onto the floor as Logan hadn't stopped. One last breath before closing his eyes, again. Silence. Blackness. Peace. ~.~.~.~ As the jet lifted off of the ground, some hundred yards away, an explosion had caused the remaining team to look back at the building and watch as it had come crumpling to the ground in spots. A smirk adorned Logan's face as he had guessed as to who was responsible. "The Professour said that Jean will be okay. Beast has her isolated, and is runnin tests on her to find out what's wrong. Now, it seems, she's gonna have company." Rogue looked to her right, as Logan held Remy on his lap and lightly rubbed Remy's paling cheek. Logan sighed. He had begun to remember a sight he hadn't remembered from all he had seen. It was just after Remy was buried. Logan had dismissed Monique for the rest of the week, and told her to be with her family. He had been lying on top of Remy's freshly covered grave, for days and nights. His arm as a pillow, and his tears and sobs to keep him company. His voice wandered in and out of coherency and audibility as he talked about anything and everything he could think of. Questions, answers, thoughts of feelings, memories of the beautiful boy he had managed to destroy. It was happening all over again. This time was different. This time, he was stone cold sobre. But, that wasn't enough to stop his claws from ripping into the boy, once more. He silently pleaded with Remy not to give in, again. Letting the silky hair brush through his fingers and fall just as limp as it's owner. Scott's voice interrupted the heavy silence. "We're almost to the Mansion. I'll inform Beast of our newest casualty." Reaching about the control panel of the pilot's seat and flipping several switches. He and Storm had taken over flying the jet, while Rogue tended to Jubilee. "Non." A murmur. "Home. Remy go home." Eyes remained shut, but his voice whispered volumes in letting them know he was alive and semi-coherent. Rogue leaned over and replied, softly. "Shugah, you need medical attention. Being back in the swamp, aint gonna get ya well." She and Logan echanged brief looks of concern. "Home. Logan. Home." Remy repeated, opening his eyes and staring into Logan's, painedly. Logan nodded. "Take us home, Scott." "What?!" Scott gasped and turned around. "Port Allen." Logan cleared. Storm replied as Scott had turned back to the controls and changed course. "Logan, he is not well, and could possibly die- again- if we do not get him to the Mansion." Logan growled, slightly. He calmed as Remy had moaned in pain. "Then bring the mansion to him. He said he wanted to go home. That's where he needs to be. He aint even sposed to be here, Ro. They couldn't do anymore for him there, than we could." The blood from the boy's back had soaked Logan's arm. It hurt him that he had done this to Remy, again. And it was killing him that he had even let Remy come along. "LeBeau Manor, it is." Scott interrupted. Continued..... |