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Chapter List
- 1-Author's Note
- 2-Ch 1
- 3-Ch 2
- 4-Ch 3
- 5-Ch 4
- 6-Ch 5
- 7-Ch 6
- 8-Ch 7
- 9-Ch 8
- 10-Ch 9
- 11-Ch 10
- 12-Ch 11
- 13-Ch 12
- 14-Ch 13
- 15-Ch 14
- 16-Ch 15
- 17-Ch 16
- 18-Ch 17
- 19-Ch 18
- 20-Ch 19
- 21-Ch 20
- 22-Ch 21
- 23-Ch 22
- 24-Ch 23
- 25-Ch 24
- 26-Ch 25
- 27-Ch 26
- 28-Ch 27
- 29-Ch 28
- 30-Ch 29
- 31-Ch 30
- 32-Ch 31
- 33-Ch 32
- 34-Ch 33
- 13
- 14
- 15
See notes, disclaimers, and warnings in first chapter
Words between / / are thoughts or mental speak

Words between * * are flashbacks

Words between ~ ~ are lyrics to any songs that may be
used in the fic
CH 13
The meditation session was an unmitigated disaster as
far as Logan
was concerned. Not only had the boy not concentrated on his focal point,
he also fidgeted the entire session; the tiny movements proving to be a major
distraction for the both of them. Logan scowled at nothing in
particular, frustrated with himself. The teacher
was no better than the student, he mused. He had been unable to relax and
enter any kind of trance-like state with all of his senses hyperaware of the
Cajun spice sitting behind him. He could still smell the musky scent of
arousal on the younger mutant; setting his blood on fire with the heady
intoxication. He could hear the ragged breathing of the boy, the sounds
sending aching sensations straight to his groin. He remembered the taste
of the kid on his lips, in his mouth, on his tongue. It took all of Logan�s
willpower not to turn around and grab Remy in a bone crushing embrace and
plaster that beautiful face with possessive kisses. When he finally
declared an end to what he decided was some form of torture session, Remy had
fled the room in a near run, disappearing from the feral�s
presence like his life depended on it. To make matters worse, he had not
shown up for breakfast with the others, leaving Logan to shrug off any questions
from the Professor and Storm regarding the newest member of the school.
He decided to give the boy some space. At
first, he thought last night�s kiss had been a mistake, the surroundings and
the alcohol allowing inhibitions to be lowered just enough to permit something
that would not normally have occurred. But, after walking into the
Cajun�s bedroom this morning and observing first-hand that the attraction was
mutual, he wanted to know if there could be more between them; perhaps even the
long-term relationship that had always seemed to elude him.
�Fuck!�
Logan
threw the wrench away from him, listening to the metallic clank as it hit the
concrete and skittered away. �What the hell am I thinking?� he whispered
to himself as he ran his oily fingers through his tousled tufts. He was
at a complete loss as to why he was suddenly considering a relationship with
someone he had only just met and a man at that! Not that Logan had any
real qualms when it came to gender - after all he could appreciate beauty in
all its forms - it was more the mystery and the surprise of such an immediate
and powerful attraction. Logan
was not one to normally succumb to his hormones like a love-struck
teenager. He had better control over himself than that.
There were no hopes held out for seeing the boy
at lunch. The noon day meal was usually a free for all, where everyone
came and went as they pleased in the drive to satisfy their stomachs. So
he spent most of the day taking care of little repair jobs about the mansion,
constantly on the look-out for the Cajun and hoping that the kid would show up
for dinner.
For his part, Remy found it relatively easy to
avoid the older mutant. The mansion complex with its several floors -
that he knew about - provided ample space for a skilled thief to lose
himself. Part of his mind railed at him for his cowardice, having latched
onto the dream that the other man could be someone special and meaningful in
his life. But a larger part, the ruthless and rational side that had kept
him alive all these years, told him such a person didn�t exist and that
following any path other than the survival skills, that were now second nature
to him, would lead to much familiar pain. No, it was best not to become
involved with anyone willingly. His tactile nature had long since been
cowed into submission, easily ignored after all his experiences in favor of
isolation; in the name of self-preservation.
Meeting with the Professor was another
issue. The telepath had picked up on the tension rolling off the Cajun,
but Remy refused to talk about what was bothering him. Instead, they
focused again on determining how and when the loss of his powers take place, as
well as attempting again to discuss more delicate topics. Remy knew at
some point in time, for the sake of the mission, he would need to tell the
Professor about his family, or loss thereof, as well as his childhood
experiences. It was obvious to the thief that the older man had seen more
in his mind that first time than he wanted to admit, whether intentional or
not. And as much as he wanted to deny it, the possibility that the
Professor might actually be able to carry out his declaration and help him heal
from the wounds of the past was as tempting as a siren�s song. Remy could
feel his walls beginning to crumble, wanting desperately to trust these
people. His abilities were telling him that they spoke the truth, or at
least their belief in what they were preaching felt genuine. Of course,
this brought about its own issues. He had a job to do, one that would be
incredibly difficult for him to complete if what he had been told about these
X-men was a lie. To steal information from terrorists and criminals was
one thing. To do so from legitimate researchers attempting to help mutant
kind was another.
Remy set about snooping, looking for a fairly
private access point that would allow him entry to the computer system.
At first, he had considered the office several doors down from the
Professor. It belonged to the individual the others had identified as
Scott Summers, the team leader. But he ruled that out quickly because of
the close proximity of the telepath and because it was in a main corridor; it
would effectively sabotage his attempts at avoiding the feral. Instead,
he made his way down to the lower level where that shifting room was located
that they tested him in when he first arrived. The lower level was tunnel
like, since it was constructed underground, and pin wheeled out in three
directions from the elevator. All three pathways were dark. At
first, he caught himself searching the walls around the elevator doors for a
light switch, until he remembered that the hallways illuminated a section at a
time as you walked down them.
The shifting room they called the Danger room he
recalled was to the left. Unfortunately, they had not given him
individual access to the room yet, preferring to wait until he was fully
trained in its use. He imagined it had something to do with the
specialized equipment and the Professor�s extreme protectiveness over it.
What had the man said before? That there was nothing else like it on
Earth? Shrugging it off, Remy turned his crimson orbs to the other two
hallways leading away from the elevator. One went straight ahead of him as
he stepped out of the doors, and the other led to the right. Biting his
lower lip, he decided to take the right hallway and meandered down the
path.
It was a short distance with the lights fading
on as he stepped forward, then off as he left a section,
lending an almost eerie quality to the hallway. Obviously some sort of
heat or motion detectors were in place to automatically flip the switches, an
inventive way to conserve electricity, but it still made Remy feel like he was
being watched. The first two doors he saw were facing each other on
opposite walls. A quick perusal showed the rooms contained within to be
locker and shower rooms, one for each gender. Continuing down the hall,
it ended with two large frosted glass doors that swished open when he was
within a foot of the entry. Remy paused a moment, searching for any type
of silent alarm that would notify someone of his unauthorized entrance, then
stepped over the threshold into what he suddenly realized was the medical ward.
The room was large, but not overwhelming, smelling of sterility and
antiseptic. For a moment, the past blurred with the present, and Remy
almost started to hyperventilate. It took him several deep breaths to
bring his errant thoughts under control. Foolish to live in memories, he
thought.
There were several glass divisions about the room
separating it into partitions. Some partitions contained hospital type
beds, while one other partition looked like some form of operating room.
He shuddered at that, eyes moving away quickly to the next partition. A
research area was set-up here, all types of equipment to make any biologist
drool in delight. There were also several cabinets, some of which were
locked. Moving to this area, a quick scan of the unlocked storage bins
yielded medicines of various types. That might prove useful for the
clan.
As much as he wanted to explore the room and
see what items could conveniently disappear under his experienced hand, time
was of the essence. The computer in the corner was powered up and he
began the arduous process of hacking into the system. Remy prided himself
on being a master thief, but the world of electronics was a universe all on its
own. He could make his way reasonably well around most systems, leaving
scant traces of his invasion, but there were some security programs that posed
an insurmountable challenge for him. This one appeared to be such a
system. He had never seen anything like it. Every new pathway he
chose, the dreaded �access denied� screen would stop him cold. Worse yet,
he was fairly sure that he was leaving fingerprints of himself within the
system, not something a novice would notice, but a well-versed security
programmer would find it with relative ease and perhaps laugh at the poor attempt
to hide the trail. Not for the first time did Remy wish he was a better
hacker, maybe like that little ghost girl that his master had a file on, Kitty
something-or-other. He sighed and brought his hand up to rub at the
tension headache that was taking root.
A few more keystrokes and he stopped to stare
at the screen. His name? Why was his name
there? Blinking a few times, he managed to get into the file marked �LeBeau� and saw some of the notes the Professor had been
keeping of their sessions. Furrowing his brow, he read everything listed
as well as speculations and possible treatment options. It looked like
the telepath truly wanted to help him, something that had the corners of his
mouth curving slightly in a genuine smile. It also seemed the older man
was right on target with some of his thoughts on the situation.
/Hmm�dat�s a little
scary/ At the end of the file, Remy noticed
a flag indicating that the doctor would need to obtain a blood sample from him
upon the team�s return. The purpose of said sample would be to analyze
genetic code and identify mutant DNA. Remy leaned back in the chair,
crossed his arms and brought one hand up to rub his jaw, dwelling on this last
tidbit. He was already having a difficult time hiding his third mutation
from them, thanks to his master�s insistence on removing the blocks. But,
if they discovered it on their own by analyzing his genes, that might bring an
end to this mission before he managed to get the information his boss
required. Not a pleasant thought.
Remy was about to continue his attempts to
crack the barrier leading to what he was sure was the research information he
needed to steal, when a feeling of calm and peace poured over him, causing him
to close his eyes and lean his head back at the feelings. It lasted only
a moment when his eyes snapped open, realizing where the feeling came
from. Quickly, he started backing out of everything, praying he could
shut it all down before he was discovered.
Storm stepped out of the elevator and was about
to make her way to the Danger room when she noticed the light at the other end
of the hallway leading to the med lab. Confused, she made her way towards
the doors, the hallway lights transitioning on and off as she passed. As
the door to the ward swished open, she glanced around and saw the Cajun peeking
through cabinets.
�What are you doing down here?� She queried, curiosity and a bit of wariness adorning her
features.
For his part, Remy pretended to be startled,
jumping slightly at the question and turning wide eyes toward the weather
goddess. �Oh chere, you scare po� Remy. Don�t be sneaking up on people like dat.� He turned on the charm, flashing a disarming
grin. �Just looking for a little ibuprofen.
My head hurts.� It wasn�t completely a lie. The tension headache
was throbbing quite nicely, painfully squeezing everything within his skull
like a vice-grip turned once too often.
She moved towards another cabinet and opened it
to reveal various analgesics. Handing him the bottle, she crossed her
arms and watched him take a couple without the aid of water. �I am sorry
you are not feeling well. Perhaps you should return to your room and lie
down for a while?�
�Non, chere. I�ll be fine once dese
pills take effect.�
�Is there anything bothering you that you want
to talk about? I�m a very good listener, or so I�ve been told.� She
smiled warmly at him when he finally focused his gaze on her. He shook
his head, causing her to sigh. It was expected. She had been at
this school long enough to recognize that there are some who open up in their
own time. �Well, if you ever do, I�m here.� She walked forward and
touched his arm. �We are all here to help.� Not sure exactly what
possessed her, she leaned forward and placed a chaste
kiss on his cheek before turning to leave.
Remy blinked, then
blushed as he raised a hand to touch the spot. It was confusing to
him. He knew it was nothing but a friendly gesture, but it was something
he rarely received from anyone and it chipped at something hard in his heart allowing
something to escape that he was not ready to acknowledge with these
people. He needed to leave this place for a little while, give himself
some time to rein in his errant emotions. After the doors closed behind
her, he logged back onto the computer quickly and adjusted the inventory list
he had discovered earlier. After shutting down again, he gathered some of
the medicines and left the room. A quick stop in the kitchen to gather a
few supplies and he was soon on his way to the city.
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Logan
cleaned up and made his way to the dining area for the evening meal. He
wanted to corner the kid and talk to him. The sooner they aired this
thing out between them, the better off they both would
be. As he entered the room, however, only the Professor and Ororo were there.
Acting as unconcerned as possible, he piled his
plate with food and casually asked, �Where�s the kid?�
�He has gone into the city for dinner.�
Storm passed him a bowl of mashed potatoes from her side of the table.
Logan
paused mid-scoop. �Gone to the city?� He turned an accusatory
glance towards Xavier. �And you let him?�
The Professor blinked and pursed his lips
before answering. �He is not under house arrest Logan.
He can come and go as he pleases within the rules.�
Though the man was right, it just didn�t sit
well with the feral, or was it that he was just disappointed not to see
him? Logan
shook the thought from his mind. The Professor studied Logan for a
moment before sending a mental message to Ororo.
She raised her head to look at them both before making an excuse. �Well,
if you two will excuse me. I think I will take this last night of peace
and enjoy my meal in front of the television. It is not often that I have
control of the remote.� She smiled and gathered her meal before making
her way out of the room.
Once she was gone, Logan dropped his fork and stared
at his food. He suddenly lost his appetite and waited for the other man
to ask his question. �Logan��
�Can it, Chuck. I don�t wanna hear it.� He interrupted.
The telepath continued as if scolding a
child. �Tell me what has happened between the two of you in such a short
amount of time.�
Logan
sighed. �I dunno know what the hell. I
just�� Suddenly he pushed away from the table and stood up, moving to the
window and keeping his back to the Professor. �He�s affectin�
me. When I�m around him, I feel like I�m losin�
control. It�s like he�s gettin� under m� skin
or somethin�.� Logan placed one hand on his hip
and leaned against the other splayed flat against the wall. �There�s somethin� about him that I can�t put m� finger on. I ain�t felt this way about someone since�since�.�
�Since Jean?� the Professor finished for him.
Logan�s
head snapped around sharply, anger flashing in his eyes. �She made her
choice an� I respect that. I ain�t ever
pushed. And now that she�s pregnant, it�s different. I don�t feel�dammit yer killing me here.
I can�t talk about this shit with you.� He turned away again, staring
into the night outside the glass pane.
Xavier waited, knowing that the older mutant
would continue in his own time. It was several tense minutes later when
he saw the shoulders slump. �It�s stronger with him. I wanna get close, crawl inside him, figure
out how he ticks. It just don�t feel right fer
me to take to someone like this, ya know? It
scares the hell outta me. And I think it�s
scaring the hell outta him.� He slowly turned
to face the telepath and the rage that had been in his eyes was replaced with
so much emotion that Xavier almost gasped. �I can�t stand it no more Chuck.�
Xavier moved his chair forward until he was
next to Logan.
He carefully reached out and clasped the feral�s
forearm. �I can not tell you what to do, my friend. It is something
you will have to work out for yourself. But, know this. You are a
trusted member of this team and, despite your worries,
I know you will do the right thing. You proved as much with Jean.
If anyone deserves to be happy, it�s you. Don�t let fear of the unknown
turn your friendship sour.�
Xavier patted his arm then turned his chair to
leave. He paused at the door and glanced back. �I urge you to be
careful with the young man Logan. There are things that have happened to
that boy that may cause him not to believe your sincerity. Trust your
instincts to be your guide.�
As Logan watched him glide out of
the room, he rubbed the back of his neck. �That may be easier said than
done.� He muttered to himself.
End ch 13
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