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Our Little Family	By : SpencerRemyLvr Category: X-men Comics > Crossovers Views: 2000 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A sigh slipped out as Spencer closed the last tab on the computer. There. He was finally done with the Houston halfway home. A look at the clock showed that it was almost ten. The boys were most likely just about done moving things from the boathouse, up here to Remy’s room in the mansion. Well, now their room. It wasn’t just the bed that had to be moved—the old one had to be taken out and put into storage and then their bed had to be taken apart, brought up, put together, the mattress brought up, and then clothes and things like that needed to be brought up. Spencer couldn’t help but smirk a little at the thought that he didn’t have to move any of it. There’s no way a single one of those men, or really anyone in the mansion, would let him carry things from the boathouse to their new quarters.
Spencer shifted a little to get ready to get up from his desk. He had just reached his feet when his cell phone rang from its spot on the desktop. He scooped it up and glanced at the caller ID. When he saw the ID saying ‘Bennington’ he quickly answered the call. “Dr. Reid.”
“Dr. Reid, this is Tamara at Bennington. Did you authorize for your mother to be removed from our facility?”
The bluntness of the question was coupled with a frustrated and frazzled tone in her voice. The question itself was enough to throw Spencer. “What? No!” he braced one hand on the desk. “What’s going on, Tamara?”
“Your father showed up fifteen minutes ago with two orderlies and a doctor that, pardon my not sounding professional, is a well-known quack at the Richardson sanitarium. According to him, he has all the necessary paperwork to take Diana and transfer her over to the Richardson facility.” Tamara explained to him.
One of Spencer’s hands came out to grip at the desk. “My father has absolutely no legal standing with which to execute that order. Lawyer or not, he has no right to take her out of there. I am legally in charge of her care and I’ve authorized no transfer between facilities. The last thing my mother needs is to be moved from the place that has been her home for years!”
There were sounds in the background and then Tamara was telling him “Just a moment, Dr. Reid. Here’s Dr. Norman.”
This was not sounding good. Spencer turned enough to sit down on the side of the desk. One of his hands came up, finger and thumb going to rub at his temples. What on earth was his father trying to do? Why would he even want to be moving her to begin with? There had to be some reason for it, but Spencer just couldn’t see what that reason was.
“Dr. Reid? Dr. Norman here.”
“Yes, Dr. Norman.” Spencer took a deep breath and tried to keep his composure. “Tamara tells me that my father is trying to take Mom from the hospital, but he should have absolutely no legal standing with which to do this. We went through court proceedings to put me in charge of her care since she was hospitalized. A move like this can’t be facilitated without my approval and, I assure you, I have not given approval for this.”
“I’m sorry, Dr. Reid, but your father has all the appropriate paperwork. I was able to stall him today, but only for today. He’s assured me that he will return with the authorities to remove her if we do not have her ready to go by eleven am tomorrow. If he shows up with the authorities and his paperwork, there’s nothing that I can do to stop them. Are you capable of making a trip home to fix this? The last thing Diana needs is the trauma of being moved, even if she does end up brought back here. I do not know what effect that would have on her mental state, but it wouldn’t be a positive one.”
Son of a bitch. Pinching the bridge of his nose, Spencer made a few quick mental calculations. “I can be there. I’ll make a call to my lawyer and try to get things started. I’ll leave a message for you when I have my flight information so you know when to expect me. I will do everything in my power to keep this from happening, Dr. Norman.”
“Thank you, Spencer. I knew speaking with you would start to straighten this out. None of us here want to see Diana leave and we know that you will always do what is best for your mother. That was why we didn’t understand this.”
“I appreciate the call. Anytime something happens, please, never hesitate to call me.”
After a few more moments, Spencer finally hung the phone up. For just a minute he stood there with the phone clenched in his hand. What the hell was his dad trying to do? What could be the point of moving her? It would do nothing but distress her and piss off Spencer; and those two things couldn’t be William Reid’s goal. Could they? No one could be that petty! He knew his father hated him, had felt it far too many times from the man, but this was above and beyond normal. What the hell was he thinking?
“Reid?” Bobby’s voice broke into Spencer’s dazed thoughts. The young doctor looked up to see his onetime friend in the doorway, holding a box in his hands. He looked annoyed. “This came for you. Ororo told me to bring it down.”
Bobby’s words seemed to be kind of hazy. Spencer’s brain was still spinning with the phone call and the possible ramifications that came from it. He knew he should be on the phone right now, making flight reservations. Or getting a hold of Remy and letting him know what was going on. There were things that needed to be done. He had to get to Vegas and take care of this before his dad managed to actually succeed at what he was trying to do. Then he had to figure out what exactly his dad’s goal was in all of this. Why was he trying to move her? What would he gain out of it?
A sound reminded him that Bobby was in the room. “Oh, um, just set it there.” Spencer waved absently toward the rest of the room, not really paying attention to where he gestured. Who cared what the package was. Spencer pushed away from the desk, intent on doing…something. But the world spun a little around him. He had to slap a hand down on the desk’s surface to keep himself from falling.
Someone was saying his name. Who was that? Oh, that’s right. Bobby had been in the room. “Hey…Spencer, man, are you ok? You don’t look so well.”
Licking dry lips, he tried to form words, but nothing came out. The world spun a little faster.
Terror hit Bobby square in the stomach when he saw a man who had once been a good friend of his suddenly seem to go limp, body sliding toward the floor. Instinct had Bobby leaping forward, arms out to catch him before he could hit. Very carefully he lowered Spencer to the ground. Shit! What the hell? He cradled the man with one arm, slapping at his cheeks. “Spencer? Hey, Spencer! Come on man. Spencer!” But there was no answer. Jesus.
Still holding Spencer with one arm, Bobby lifted his head, looking toward the door. Someone had to be nearby. Someone had to be! “Hey! Hey! I need some help in here! Hey!” He shouted as loudly as he could.
There was the sound of footsteps, thank God, and then someone was stepping into the room. Bobby looked up as Warren strode in. The man took one look at the scene before marching straight over and kneeling beside Spencer. He surprised Bobby by taking hold of Spencer’s wrist and feeling for a pulse. “What happened?”
“I don’t know. I came in and he looked a little pale. I told him he had a package and he was acting funny. Then he straightened up from the desk and just sort of started to slump. I think he fainted.”
Warren wasted no more time. He shifted his weight and slid his arms around the unconscious man. “Call Hank and tell him that I’m bringing Spencer down. Then call Gambit.” He ordered. Without waiting for confirmation, Warren picked Spencer up in his arms, cradling him carefully before taking off from the room. Bobby’s hands shook when he stood and reached for the phone. Everything was going to be ok, right? He hoped so. God, he hoped so.
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Groaning, Spencer squeezed his eyes shut a little tighter, fighting the groggy sensation in his head. He felt hands on his cheeks at the same time that he heard Remy’s voice, sounding both scared and relieved at the same time. “Merde, Cher. Dere y’ are. Dat’s it, now. Y’ come back to Remy, y’ hear? Come on an open dem beau eyes of y’rs. Come on now, open dem eyes f’ Remy.”
“For me.” Spencer corrected with a groan. He turned his face into Remy’s palm, still feeling slightly groggy. “What the hell is going on?”
Laughter sounded around him softly. Even Remy gave a weak little laugh before he kissed Spencer’s forehead. “Y’ gotta be ok if y’r correcting me again, oui? Y’ scared dis po’ boy, Cher. Y’ fainted on Bobby in y’r office. Ange had to carry y’ down to Henri’s lab. What happened, mon cœur?”
He’d fainted? But, but, he didn’t faint! He’d never fainted in his life unless slammed by too many emotions with his shields down low. Even then, it was more like being mentally punched into unconsciousness. But he’d never actually, straight up fainted before. “I fainted? Are you kidding me?”
“It’s actually a common enough problem in pregnancy, to become lightheaded and occasionally pass out.” Hank’s voice was off to his other side, opposite Remy.
Spencer blinked his eyes, trying to focus past the blindingly bright light. When a pair of sunglasses settled on to his face, he smiled in relief and gave his lover a grateful look. “Thanks.” He said with a smile. Over Remy’s shoulder, he saw Logan, Morgan, Warren and even Scott standing there. Embarrassment had his cheeks heating, but manners bade he speak up. “I guess I owe you a thanks, Warren. I sincerely appreciate you carrying me down here.”
“Anytime.” Warren answered easily. “There’s no such thing as too much caution in a pregnancy such as yours.” A smile curved his lips and he gave Remy one of the most relaxed looks the two had ever shared. “Plus, if I’d left you there, Gambit might have tried to kill me.”
It made Spencer smile to see the way the two men were far more relaxed around one another than he’d ever seen. Apparently this pregnancy had changed something between Warren and Remy. It was making Warren act…nicer. Thinking of the babies wiped away Spencer’s smile and brought the fear up in him. He turned his head to look at Hank, who was busy moving machinery away from the side of the bed. “The babies—are they ok?” he asked. There was a note of that fear in his voice that had Remy taking his other hand and holding on tightly.
“There are no signs of fetal distress and their heartbeats are strong.” Hank reassured him quickly. He rolled the vitals machine away from Spencer’s side before grabbing the ultrasound machine and bringing it over. “But I’m going to take a quick peek anyways, just to make doubly sure. However, I think it is safe to say that they are fine.”
The other occupants of the room looked like they were preparing to back away and leave. Spencer bit his lip and looked to Remy, getting a soft nod, before looking back at the others. “You guys don’t have to leave if you don’t want to. You’re welcome to stay and see them.”
“Are you kidding?” Scott grinned widely and quickly moved up to stand at the foot of the bed. The whole room laughed at him. Logan shook his head, but he too moved forward to watch, Morgan beside him. The senior profiler reached out and rested a hand on Spencer’s ankle, giving him a look that let his friend know how happy he was that he was ok. Even Warren stayed. The blanket was adjusted around Spencer’s waist and his shirt was lifted so that his stomach was revealed. He looked down as Hank put the gel onto his stomach. Then the machine was turned on and the sensor was put over him. It only took a second before the image came up on the screen. Up popped the 3D image, showing the babies in startling clarity. Spencer felt his lips curve and he clamped down on Remy’s hand a little tighter.
Remy leaned in, pressing a kiss to Spencer’s temple. He brought his free hand up there to play with Spencer’s hair.
“Everything looks fine.” Hank said happily. “They seem to be just fine, the both of them. You see their heads, right there?” His hand came up, one finger tracing the screen.
Emotion clogged Spencer’s throat. “Can you…can you tell what they are?” He looked back up at Remy and the two shared a smile before Spencer looked back at Hank. “We’d like to know.”
The room was quiet as Hank moved the sensor around, pressing down a little bit in different parts of Spencer’s stomach. He tapped a few keys, saving random images. From the foot of the bed, Morgan held up his cell phone, recording the moment on camera. Then Hank’s smile stretched wide and he held his hand still. Again he lifted a finger to point at the screen. “Congratulations, gentlemen. You have identical twin boys.”
Tears built in Spencer’s eyes and silently spilled down his cheeks. He couldn’t seem to take his eyes away from the screen. Boys. They were going to have two boys! Finally he lifted his tearstained face to look at the man he loved. “You see that, baby? Boys. We’re having boys.”
There were tears on Remy’s cheeks as well. “I see, Cher.” Remy said in a hoarse voice. He bent, pressing his forehead against Spencer’s, giving him a kiss. “Je t’aime, allée chat. Je t'aime et nos fils.”
“I love you too.” Spencer whispered back. He took another kiss, tasting the salt of their tears, barely noticing as Hank wiped his stomach clean for him. When his stomach was once more cleaned and covered, Hank gave them printouts of the ultrasound, which Spencer held in his hands, unable to stop looking at them. He lifted a wide grin to his friends. “Did you guys see? Did you see them?”
Morgan was the first to move around the bed, taking the place where Hank had been. He leaned in and gave Spencer a big hug. “Congratulations, pretty boy.”
Logan had Remy in a tight hug, patting the man’s back. “Congrats, Gumbo.” He moved from Remy and over to Spencer, letting Scott step up to the Cajun. With a huge grin, Scott yanked Remy in for a hug. “We’ll have to have a drink to celebrate, Remy.” He told him when he pulled back. “We’ll have a special dinner tonight to celebrate the arrival of the two…um, are they going to be LeBeau or Reid?”
Looking up from his hug with Logan, Spencer answered “LeBeau.”
“Really?” Remy turned to look at him, a silly smile on his lips. “Cher…”
“Don’t start with me, Remy. I don’t care about the Reid name and you know it. Our sons are going to be part of the LeBeau family and that’s final.”
The mentioning of his last name was enough to sink Spencer back in reality and to remind him what exactly had been going on before he’d fainted—he couldn’t believe he’d actually fainted!—in his office. “Son of a bitch!” he snapped out. How the hell had he forgotten! What the hell was wrong with him that he’d forgotten about this? He pulled his arms away from Logan and started to reach for the blankets over his lap. He needed to get up and get out of here. He didn’t even get the blankets moved before multiple sets of hands were stopping him. Hank’s hands were on his shoulders, bracing him against the back of the bed. How had he gotten back up here so fast? Logan had been there a moment ago! “Sit back, Spencer. I have to insist. Though you and the babies are fine, I want you to rest.” The kind doctor told him.
“Dammit, you don’t understand. I need to get to Vegas!” Spencer put a hand on his stomach to rub soothingly as he felt the boys start to kick, seemingly in response to his temper. He looked over to Remy, hoping he could make his lover understand. “Bennington called. That’s who I was talking to before Bobby came in.”
“Merde. Is y’r Mere ok?” Quickly Remy stepped up, eyebrows furrowed down with concern.
“Dad showed up with paperwork and orderlies, claiming that he’s transferring her facilities.” All over again Spencer felt the temper and confusion filling him. “He doesn’t have the authorization to do so but he apparently has the appropriate paperwork.” In short terms he summed up the conversation for Remy, who looked outraged. As soon as Spencer was done, Remy snapped out “He can’t do dis, Spencer. What does dat connard t’ink he’s doing? Dis don’t make no sense!”
“So he just gets to show up with the cops and take your mom outta there?” Morgan said incredulously. “What the hell?”
“Actually, he’ll need to show up with more than just police.” Warren chimed in from the background. All eyes turned to him and he took a small step forward. “If you have the proper documentation stating that you’ve been appointed guardian because of her mental status, then there’s not a thing anyone can do. It doesn’t matter if he’s her husband or not. I assume that was something that would have come up in the court proceedings?”
“We alerted him to what we were doing and requested he join us for talks about her care, but he ignored every call my lawyer made. When we went to court, he didn’t show, so the judge took our information and decided that Dad was essentially waiving any rights he had and he awarded me guardianship of Mom.” Spencer explained. “But Dad’s a lawyer. He would know how to get around something like this, if anyone would.”
Warren shook his head. “So long as you have your paperwork, there’s no ‘getting around it’, Spencer. Do you have the paperwork with you? If you do, I can fax it to my lawyer and have him take a look at it. He can do a quick consult and be back with us in under an hour about what we need to do. If necessary, I’ll send him to Vegas for you.”
The offer seemed to stun the entire room. Spencer, however, smiled at the man. He and Warren had always gotten along well, even if Warren and Remy hadn’t. They’d frequently discussed business together. “I’d really appreciate that, Warren. I wasn’t looking forward to a plane ride and the fight once I got there.” He looked over to Morgan. “Would you mind getting my briefcase for me, please? I imagine it made its way to the room with the rest of my things, correct?”
“Yeah, kid. I’ll get it. You just try not to do anything else to scare me while I’m gone, ok?” The teasing was given with a look that Morgan had given him plenty of times in the past. It was a look that said he’d scared the hell out of him, but he was glad he was ok. Spencer smiled back and sent affection and reassurance to his friend.
A little more at ease, Spencer let his eyes close, relaxing slightly in the bed. He felt it shift a little as Remy sat down next to him, one of his hands stroking Spencer’s stomach. The gesture itself was soothing. So much so that Spencer didn’t even notice the others starting to creep away. All he focused on was Remy’s soft humming, the same tune he always used to put Spencer to sleep.
It didn’t take long before Remy felt Spencer shift into sleep, cuddled up against him. Still the Cajun stayed there, stroking his stomach, humming wordlessly. He was there when Morgan came back almost an hour later. Remy stopped his humming and looked up at the man. Morgan was quick to explain what was going on in a low voice so as not to wake Spencer. “Everything’s taken care of. The paperwork is ironclad and there’s not a damn thing William Reid can do to change it. Warren’s lawyer even sent off a reminder to William, informing him of what his rights are and what they aren’t. He said not to worry, that nothing will happen.”
“Dat’s bon.” Sighing, Remy looked down at Spencer. He couldn’t resist bending down and kissing the top of Spencer’s head. “We’re gonna have to keep our eye on dis, Derek. Don’t make no sense f’ de salaud to try dis. Dere’s got to be more to dis dan we know.”
“I’ll dig around a little, get Garcia to look into William’s electronic life and see if that gives us anything.”
“Merci. We’ll put out a few feelers too. Aint gonna let him mess with Spencer no more.” A dark look crossed over Remy’s face as he watched his pregnant lover sleeping. “Dat man’s already done too much to Spencer. Aint gonna let him hurt him no more. Gonna protect m’ boys.” Bending his head, Remy sealed that promise with another gentle kiss against Spencer’s hair.

AN- Hope you all like this one :) Next chapter, I think we're going to finally see some things come out between Bobby and Spencer. Hmm... interesting to see what Bobby's problem is, right? :D
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