| PART FIVE AUTHOR: SisterWine Rating: R, 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. They lay there in bed, snuggled against each other. Remy had yet to even close his eyes and try to sleep. It hadn't worked. Nothing had worked. He'd yawn and drape himself over Logan's chest, only to move around and shift here and there, forcing Logan to wake up from his snooze. "Rem, lay still." The older man would huff and grab at his arms to keep him from moving. "Sorry, cher. Can' sleep." Remy sat up and stared down at him. Logan sighed and propped himself up on his elbows. "So I see. Anythin I can get ya? Milk? Water?" He smiled as he decided to lighten the air, a bit. "Come?" Perking his ears and a pulsing red glow in his eyes, Remy hadn't gotten the joke but, was becoming interested. "Come, cher?" Logan laughed softly. "I was kiddin, kid. Just somethin ta ease ya up a bit." Raising his left hand to cup Remy's right cheek, they kissed before he guided Remy to lay back against him. They had both been naked, save for the covers, after only just fooling around but no serious sex. He had thought that would have at least loosened the boy up so that he could get some sleep. "Oh." Remy sighed. Grabbing a handful of long auburn hair, holding it up and letting it drop back to where it had been, Logan sighed, deeply. "All you have to do is get through tomorrow. At least try to get some rest, huh?" He lazily massaged Remy's scalp to relax him, as he had begun to fall asleep. Remy nodded and yawned for the third time. *********************** 1922, De Corte Manour "You what?!" Michel shot up from his chair behind his desk and stared at Remy in shock. He had been reading the morning paper and sipping his coffee and brandy. His curly black hair was wet from his morning bath, and he smelled of soap and aftershave. His pressed gray suit made a soft ruffling sound with his movements. The white shirt underneath the jacket was made a darker white from his undershirt and brown tie. "Non! I won' have you livin wit' dat whore, Remy! Ya marry her, ya get her pregnan', den you wanna live wit' her?! Women is not'in but trouble!" Slamming the paper down on the desk before coming around to grab Remy's forearms and shake him. Remy shivered. "S'il vous plait, Michel, Don' wan' dis life. Dis life for you, no? I love Belle." Pushing Remy backwards to the floor, Michel growled and walked past him to the door. He opened it and stopped as if in mid-thought. He was so frustrated that he slammed it shut and stormed back to grab Remy and hoist him to his feet, by the front of Remy's shirt. "Fine, den! But, don' come beggin ol' Michel o' not'in if de fille give you trouble!" Shoving Remy, he turned around and calmly walked back to his desk and sat down in the chair. "Don' know what de girl see in you, an'way." He hadn't looked back to see Remy still standing in front of the desk, looking waif thin and shaken up. "I give y' de house ta live in, Remy. But, no wit' dat bitch! Get out! Ya come back, chile, an' de fille better be gone! Ya hear!?" Remy had left promptly as Michel was still screaming at him. He shut the office door, which had only made Michel yell louder. Running down the corridor to the front door, he opened it and exited, letting it slam shut behind him. Remy hadn't expected Michel to take it so well but, he had thought there would at least have been a better tone to it. BellaDonna paced nervously, at the front gate. She hadn't noticed Remy hurrying towards her until he was within a few feet from her. "Well? Remy, what's wrong, cher?" She asked, catching sight of his exasperated expression. Taking him into her arms and hugging him while waiting for him to calm down, she soothed his hair and wondered why he looked so frightened. "Remy?" "We gotta go, Belle. We can live in de house, oui. But, Michel say Remy make de money for us, no?" Remy had pulled away from her and stared at her, explaining what happened. "I take care o' you an' de chile, now. Dis be okay, Belle. We do dis t'get'er, no?" She nodded. "Ya wan' a chile, Remy?" She asked as she placed his right hand on her thin stomach that was starting to show her condition. "Yes, Belle. Remy wan' a family dat's his. An', you, chere." He smiled and kissed her, softly. "Le's go home, non?" He could feel Michel watching him through his den window, to the left of the front door, and cringed with pain as the man's anger had given him a headache. With his left hand on the small of BellaDonna's back, he led her out of the gate and out to the parked car across the street. The drive home was a long one but, Remy hadn't seemed to mind. His head still hurt but to make up for one pain, Belle had begun massaging his thigh as she sat in the passenger seat and faced him. Her teasings were making him squirm in his seat and he found it was impossible to get comfortable with an erection. "Ahh, no no, chere... wait til we get home." Raising his hips off of the seat as her hand unzipped his trousers and slipped him out, he tried to focus his attention on what she was doing but, also making sure they didn't have an accident. Giggling, BellaDonna leaned forward and licked at the tip of his manhood. "Somet'in t' loosen ya up, Remy. Michel have you in such a tangle, no?" Placing just the tip in her mouth, she hummed in approval and smiled as she stared up at him, knowing she was driving him wild. Remy gasped and relaxed back into the seat as he stopped at a stop sign. Quickly remembering where he was, he glanced around to find that no one was out at such an early hour of the morning. He had done the same gasp and relax at every stop sign they had came to. He only pulled off of the road once and leaned back to let her finish what she was doing, before pulling back onto the road and turning left into the drive of their house. When BellaDonna sat up, again, they were sitting out front of their house. She had been fixing Remy's clothes and hadn't really paid attention to where they were, exactly. "Ya come upstairs, cher, ya get de rest of it." She grinned. Remy opened his eyes. He still lay on someone's chest but, was a bit out of focus as to whose. "Belle?" He whispered. Logan cleared his throat. He had been listening to Remy talk in his sleep but, hadn't stopped him or tried to wake him up as he feared disorienting him more. This time Remy sat up and stared at Logan. "Sorry, cher." He jumped slightly, as Logan had sat up and rubbed a thumb aganist his cheek. He averted contact with the older man until Logan had made it impossible to look away. "Look at me, Rem." Cupping Remy's cheeks and waiting for the attention, Logan thought of what to say. "Michel ain't here, now. Belle, well.... there wasn't much anyone could do for her. Complications happen. I know you only had him for a short while, and it musta hurt like Hell to give him up. But, darlin...... no matter what they think, I ain't gonna leave you. We'll get through this, ok?" Remy nodded and lowered his gaze. A finger under his chin and soft lips on his made him close his eyes and moan, softly. ************************ A nicely pressed black suit and tie, with a black silk shirt and shined shoes lay neatly across the end of the bed. Remy stared at them as he stood there in a peach towel. He had just gotten out of the bath and was battling his mixed feelings of the day. "I... I can' do dis.....non. I don' wanna go." Running a hand through his wet hair, he shook his head and turned to face the door, and Logan. "No' goin." "Yes. You are." Logan stated as calmly as he could. "No." Logan sighed. "Remy, take off the towel, get dressed, and let's get this over with. Ok?" He blocked the doorway and tried to remain as nuetral as he could. "C'mon. I'll be right beside ya through it." He stepped closer and carefully undid the towel about Remy's waist. Laying it beside the clothes, he placed his hands on Remy's hips and nodded. "It'll be okay." Remy sighed and moved closer, wrapping his arms around Logan. "Jus' don' hate me, kay? Couldn' live wit' it, if ya did." "I don't hate ya. Never gonna happen." He had been dressed in his own black suit and was ready to go. He couldn't admit, even to himself, that he was unsure of how they would take to Remy being alive and young while they were burying an old man. Swallowing his doubts, and pushing a smile on, Logan nudged Remy to sit down and get dressed and ready. Remy waited until Logan was standing in front of him and grabbed hold of the white material of Logan's shirt. Pulling the older man down, he kissed him with a nervous twitch that made even Logan uneasy. Ending one kiss and taking a moment before starting another, he carefully pushed the black jacket off of the broad shoulders. Thin fingers began unbuttoning the shirt, starting at the neck and working their way down, not ending the kiss. Becoming slightly agitated, Logan sighed and pulled back. "Rem, not now. Yer makin excuses not to go, and it ain't gonna work." He stood up from his bent over position and stared at the boy lying naked on the bed. "You make it through today, I promise, we'll fool around later. Fair?" Licking his lips and lying flat on the bed, he agreed and shifted to watch Logan button his shirt back up. "We maybe, watch a movie, no? Popcorn, an' big pillows, hehn?" Remy sat up and waited for Logan to hand him a clean pair of boxers and socks from his dresser. "Alright. Sure. But... no more protests about this, got it?" "Okay." As he tied his tie and took the towel back into the bathroom to dry, Logan followed and stood him in front of the mirror to help him use the drier on his hair. He stood so still and quiet and let Logan dry and brush the long auburn hair before putting it into a ponytail, Remy stared at his reflection and thought. He was so young and so beautiful and had a strong, handsome man to reassure him that he was loved, that he began to smile. Logan led the way down the stairs at a slow pace to make sure Remy was following, an odd feeling struck him. Deciding it was better to keep the thought to himself, he couldn't help but wonder just how he managed to survive without Remy for all those years. He had a feeling Monique was still around for him, and that was no problem. But, who's company did he have when he needed Remy close to him? Did Remy think of him in the same light after BellaDonna was gone? Why did Remy give up his chance at freedom to become Michel's toy, and then his? He was deep in thought as they reached the front door. "Monique was de bes' at getting Remy up an' ready for t'ings. She have biscuits an' chocolate sauce on de table f'r me an' Belle, in de mornings. Den Belle have a nice bat' for Remy when he come home from work." Remy smiled as he remembered. Turning to face the young man and catch a glimpse of the smile, Logan tilted his head and asked. "Does that mean you prefer a woman over me?" "No." Blunt, and without hesitation. His expression hardened as their eyes met. Logan nodded and turned back around to open the door and let Remy walk out first. Remy took a deep breath before walking out into the bright daylight. He stood on the porch and waited for Logan to shut and lock the door before walking down the steps with him. He squinted and held his hand up to block the light as he waited for Logan to back the car out of the garage. They had decided on a dark blue, brand new Pontiac Grand Am. Logan had picked the colour and Remy had picked the car. While Logan picked the dark gray interior, Remy had insisted on limo tint for the windows. "Seatbelt, kid." Logan barked as soon as Remy sat down and closed the door. "It's the law, now." Rather than fighting, Remy sighed and reached for the belt and buckle that had been attached to the door. He handed the buckle to Logan and watched as the man latched it with a loud *SNAP* into the slot that came up from the cushion, on his left. "When ya let me drive, hey?" Logan smiled. "Just as soon as you get a lisence, kid." He stopped and thought as he put the car into gear. "An up to date one, at that." ************************ A group of about 50 or so people stood around the plot. The priest had just finished giving the sermon and shook hands with family and friends as they each gave flowers and a handful of soil on the cherrywood coffin. The immediate family had stayed where they were, and held hands while wiping at tears and sobbing. The women were sitting and the men had stood behind them. Old and young had gathered around the casket and bid farewell. The oldest male was in his late 30s to early 40s, while the oldest female had been Malicoire's wife. Remy stood on a small hill, between the line of parked cars and the site, watching as people paid their respects and left wth sobs and hugs from loved ones. He stood still and listened to several passing people say that they missed Mali, and that they had loved him dearly. Second thoughts were creeping up on him, and he began to feel like a fish out of water. He thought of turning back but, stopped when Logan's hand on his shoulder made him shiver. "Ya ready, kid?" Remy shook his head "no" but, took a daring step forward. He swallowed and desparately wished it had been overwith. "Wha' if dey don' like me, Logan?" "Stop it. They'll like ya. But, don't use any powers. Let them decide, huh?" He sighed and nodded. Logan stopped a few paces from the group but, pushed Remy forward. Shoving his hands in his pockets and nodding as the Acadian turned back to silently plead with him to forget it, he waited. He watched as several of the family had looked at him and stopped talking to let him introduce himself. Logan cleared his throat and glanced away for a moment as the old woman stood up and eyed Remy with a curious look. She had been at least a few inches shorter than Remy, and had only a few grey hairs blended in with her auburn hair. A slim woman, not from diet and exercise but, from worry and long nights spent at the bedside of her ill husband. Hard brown eyes took in Remy's face and body, never once giving him an opening gesture. "Who are you?" Her tone had been nearly worn from exhaustion but was as rough and mean as sandpaper on wood. Her black Church-style dress had been somewhat loose-fitting as the missing 30 pounds hadn't even begun to slowly add themselves back. She had been younger than her husband by 7 years, and had been able to get around on her own. A strong sturdy woman amidst the torn and shattered soul of a grieving widow and mother. He swallowed, shakily. "Bon Jour, madams et monsieurs. My name is Remy LeB--" He was cut off by a sharp, stinging slap against his left cheek, from the old woman. Remy kept his head turned away as the slap still stung his cheek. "Ma husband only mentioned that name once. Remy LeBeau has been dead for a long time. Don' play games wit' me, child. Don' know who you are, or why y' here. Just stay away, an' find another family to toy wit'." Glaring at Remy and then at Logan, she turned away and was embraced by a younger woman, possibly their daughter. Remy turned slowly back to look at the group of family that had gathered around the woman. Lowering his head and gaze, he apologised. "Desole, madam. Didn' mean ta upset anyone. But, is importan', no? I wanted t' tell Mali, m'self but, didn' get de chance. Dere's so much I wan-- need ta say, an' --" He was cut off again by a cold glare from one of the younger looking men. "Leave my mother alone." The young man, in his early 30s, snapped and ended the conversation by removing the woman from the group. Remy hadn't realised that each of the children had resembled Malicoire to an exact T. The only few differences being their eyes had been either brown or hazel. Looking up and watching the man walk away with the woman, he was about to turn back to Logan and give up when a small girl walked over to him. He looked down at her and smiled. "Mon poppa tol' me 'bout you." A tiny girl, about 5, with long curly blonde hair and bright blue eyes smiled and grabbed Remy's hand. Dressed in a black velvet dress with shiny black shoes and a black sun hat, she looked almost like a tiny BellaDonna. Kneeling to her level, he smiled back and asked her name. "Jeanette." She squeaked. He was quite handsome, and reminded her of an old picture she saw of her grandfather, as he and the family had been going through old things in the attic. "I see my poppa in your eyes." Remy smiled and blushed. "An' what did he say 'bout me, petite?" "He say dat he wish ya no wen' away." She blinked and wondered why he seemed so sad at her answer. "Didn' ya love poppa?" "Oui, chile. But, sometimes t'ings, dey have a way o' no' workin out. I see he had a bonne life, no?" Remy stared into her eyes. He would have loved to have had the chance to get to know them all but, time had other plans. "Ya bes' go back to your family, petite. Dey waitin for you." Standing up and watching as she turned around and ran to her mother before he in turn, turned around and started to walk back to Logan. He smiled and was glad at least one of the family had listened to him, even if it was only a child. "Hey," A man in his mid-thrities had glanced at his sister- the child's mother- and then back to Remy. Walking after the young man and catching up to him, he grabbed Remy by the arm and spun him around. "I don't know what books you've been readin, boy, but stay away from my family. Jeanette's just a child. She don't need your games to play wit' her head." Aw-struck and out of words, Remy was hit with a mixture of emotions by the man in front of him. Anger, hurt, protectiveness and love had all bundled themselves up in this man. A pounding started in the back of Remy's head, and seemed to get louder as several other family members had felt the same way. Nodding his head in understanding, Remy turned back to Logan and bowed his head as they walked back to the car. ************************ The entire way home and all through the rest of the day, Remy had been deathly quiet and drawn in. He hadn't eaten his lunch, or dinner, and sat only on the porch swing, out front. He watched the sunset and closed his eyes, thinking back to when he and BellaDonna used to sit on the swing and dream of the future. His passiveness and hushed sobs had managed to get attention no matter how hard he tried to hide them. Wiping at his eyes with the cuffs of his shirt, he stood as the front door opened and Logan stepped out. "You all right?" The gruff and worried voice started him. Remy nodded and began walking towards the door. "S' late, no? We bes' get ta bed, cher." "Okay." Logan had felt about as helpless as a newborn, as he watched Remy sulk into the house and up the stairs. "Come help me turn off the stereo." Sighing and stopping on the fifth step, Remy turned around and walked back down. "Logan, I don' know 'bout dis stuff." Following the man into the livingroom, he was unaware that Logan had hit a switch to turn on the CD player. Logan turned around and gently took Remy into his arms. Kissing him and whispering a soft, "Dance with me" in his ear, he gave the young man no choice. "Shh, it's all right. The day's over with." They danced to a soft jazz tune, mainly a saxophone and piano, turning in a clockwise circle only inches at a time. Remy's chin rest on Logan's right shoulder. He sighed and let the older man lead. "Don' feel like dancin, t'night." He pulled away and stopped dancing. Logan stopped, too, and stared at Remy as if he were trying to figure a math problem. "Just tryin to help, kid." "Non. Please, we jus' get some sleep....?" Remy was ready to walk back upstairs when he was grabbed and held against Logan's chest. Wrapping his arms about him, he hugged Logan and cried on his shoulder. "I know. You at least tried, I can't argue with that." Holding Remy and shushing him with soft words of love, Logan began kissing Remy's left shoulder and rubbing his back. He had taken his jacket off almost immediately, in the car, while his shirt waited until they were home. Feeling more free in an undershirt and slacks, he had offered several times to help Remy undress. He was told no, all four times. "Should we go to bed, now?" "Non." Remy leaned back and used his right sleeve to dry his eyes. "How 'bout we sleep downstairs, no?" Getting a mixed reaction, Remy cleared his throat and explained. "We get de pillows, an' comfy blankets, an' we sleep on de floor. An' perhaps, we fool aroun', non?" A smile brightened Logan's face. "Race ya upstairs." He laughed as they both ran for the staircase. Remy had taken the lead but, was grabbed on the wrist and held back to let Logan take the lead. Neither had noticed the snap of plastic and a slip to the side of a stair. Logan had been in a playful mood during the night. Teasing, licking, sucking, kissing and tickling Remy as the young man lay underneath him. Getting the boy ready and nibbling his neck as he eased himself into the tight entrance, Logan couldn't help but notice Remy's genuine smile. Remy was practically radiating warmth and affection for the older man. They kissed and panted and worked each other into a frenzy before both orgasming and calling the other's name. They held tightly to each other and nipped kisses while cooling off from their activities. *************************** When Logan awoke the next morning, Remy lay to his right, on his right side, curled up. The blanket had been tangled at their feet, along with Remy's pillow. He sat up and stared at the sleeping Cajun, smiling as he took in the sight of remy's naked body beside him. Remy moaned and shifted onto his back, stretching out to lie flat on the palet of pillows and blankets. As Remy stretched his arms and legs, pulling his stomach taut, Logan decided on tickling him. He laughed as Remy quickly twitched and pushed at his hand, playfully, with his right. Dropping his smile and his tickles the instant he saw Remy's bare wrist, he snatched it and stared at it. "Wasn't there sposed ta be somethin on this wrist, kid?" Remy's eyes remained closed as he answered. "Oui, my bracelet." "The one yer sposed ta wear, or 'poof'?" Still holding his wrist, Logan glanced at Remy's changing expression and now open eyes. Gasping and sitting up in shock, Remy checked his wrist and then the space around him, desperately searching for the piece of jewlery. "It's gone! No!" Tossing pillows into the air, he continued to search the floor, frantically, before sobbing and hugging Logan. He refused to believe that Logan could still feel and see him, until Logan took him in his arms and calmed him. Telling Remy to go get dressed as he rang Xavier, he pushed him upstairs and came back down to talk on the phone and continue looking for it. As the phone rang, Logan slipped on a pair of jeans that Remy had come back down with, and waited for someone to answer. Jean had answered and was also concerned about the loss of the bracelet. Handing the phone to Charles, she briefly told him what the trouble was and then stood beside him as he spoke to Logan. "No, we haven't found it. Been all over the livin'room, and Remy's gone over the bedroom at least half a dozen times." Logan answered. Xavier mused. "So, he is still tangible, eventhough he doesn't have it on?" "Yea. I can see, touch, and hear him just fine." Logan sat down on a stair and stared at the front door. He held the receiver in his left hand and rest his right on his right thigh. "I thought he was supposed ta go poof. This kid's amazin." "He might still. Be careful with him, Logan. You'd better bring him to the mansion and let Hank or Jean take a look at him. Before it's too late, preferably." Charles sat in his office and waved the children away for a moment, as they had been awaiting their morning class. Logan nodded and dropped his right hand to the stair, to stand up. His palm pressed against something that lay on the marble. Picking it up and looking at it, he answered both Xavier, and Remy with the object. "It's found. Was laying on the stairs. Musta fallen off during the chase, last night. I'll bring him in, Charles. He won't have a choice." Tapping Remy's leg as the Acadian came back down stairs for coffee, he raised his right hand and waited for Remy to take the object before hanging up with Xavier. Throwing his arms around Logan and hugging him, the doorbell rang. "I get it, you go up an' change, no?" While Logan had been on the phone, Remy had picked up the livingroom and about drove himself nuts trying to find the bracelet that was now in his hands. He held it tightly as he walked to the door and opened it. He froze as Jeanette, her mother, and uncle stood on the porch. "Yes?" He asked, hoping they hadn't come in anger. The young man in his thirties, started first. "We'd like to apologise." Shaggy brown hair but, well groomed, and a nicely trimmed mustache and beard covered most of the man's face. He had been Remy's height and was about as thin as Remy, a bit more weight to him, dressed in a decent tan suit. "I went down to the Hall of Records, yesterday, an' looked you up. An' Jeanette wouldn't stop talkin 'bout you." He patted the little girl's head as she stood in front of the two adults. Remy gave a relieved sigh and stepped back to invite them in. "Didn' t'ink you'd understan' dat it's me but, I can' prove it." Showing them into the livingroom, he excused himself to go down to the basement and retrieve a carefully hidden, thick and dusty gray photo album. His and BellaDonna's wedding album. When he came back up, Logan had come down, dressed and clean from the shower, and had been talking to them. They sat on the sofa, and Logan in the chair just across from them, Remy opted for the floor in the middle of the space. He watched and explained a few pictures as they had been allowed to look through the book. Spending the next few hours telling them why he did what he did, and delicately expressing what happened in his life after he gave Malicoire up, he felt so relieved that they had listened to him. As they said their goodbyes, and thank yous, Jeanette tugged on Remy's blue jeans and pulled him down to kneel before her for a hug. "Je t'aime, gran'poppa." She whispered to him, and kissed his cheek before skipping off to get into a red Rodeo truck. Vowing to bring the book back, and keep it safe, each hugged Remy and shook Logan's hand before getting into the vehicle and leaving. Logan patted Remy's back as they stood on the porch and turned to go back inside. "Told ya they'd understand." THE END!!!! (Don't ask for no more, cause ya won't get it! :P) |