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The Queen of Wands	By : Vylet Category: X-men Comics > Slash - Male/Male > Remy/Logan Views: 4665 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: Hey hey! I am back! Here is the next chap, I know a lot of people have been waiting for this one. Here is is! No spoilers just read it! Thank you for all the wonderful feedback and for reading my silly stuff. MWAH!

Thank you to berryblue_girl for helping me and nudging me to get back to this fic. You rock bebydoll!

Chapter 14

Remy was a royal pain in the ass for the next few days. Logan got the brunt of it telegraphed on through their link, but he wasn't the only one. The Cajun was the definition of contrary.

Between cowering in their rooms, fearing the others would judge him for his weakness and venting red hot anger in the Danger Room or The Game Room or The Living Room or The Kitchen or The War Room. Just about anywhere he went, the Cajun wasn't hiding his light under a bushel.

No one was safe when Remy was out of control like this. Empathic emissions went off left and right. He sparked arguments just by passing through rooms. Made others burst into inexplicable tears by thinking too hard. The telepaths had the worst time keeping Remy's tantrums from causing them migraines.

Kurt was still apologizing for flying into a rage was the thief stomped by him, causing the blue mutant to curse both Betsy and Rogue out in three languages.

Bobby ran the other way when he saw the empath coming, after just brushing by him in the kitchen left the teen hiding in fear in the pantry for three hours.

The girls did their best to distract the thief when they could. Coming up with silly and entertaining activities in the hopes of figuring out what was bothering the empath.

Three days later, Remy had lost his cool in a training session and only by the skin of his teeth, reeled back the charge that made the Danger Room floor glow bright fuchsia. Logan finally had enough, he dragged the bristling thief down to the lab and pushed him at Beast.

"Take the fuckin's test now, Hank. Before the kid blows the whole place to shit." he said and stepped back to give them space. Remy glared at the Feral and then looked at Henry with an expectant expression.

The blue furred mutant raised his brows and glanced from lover to lover. Sensing this was something he didn't want to trifle with, he picked something up and thrust it into the Cajun's hand.

"I'll need a sample if you please, Remy." he said smoothly and went to ready the proper equipment. Remy glowered at the plastic cup before he stomped to the restroom. Logan leaned against the wall and ran his hands over his face. His inner beast chuckled, it rankled him.

"This is all yer fault, Bub. Be glad we're sharing this skin, or I'd kick yer ass so hard..." He stopped the train of thought, realizing it was bordering on psychotic. He needed to know the facts just as badly as his lover did.

Twenty-five minutes later, Logan and Remy stood facing Hank as the furry doctor watched the results print out.

Logan was tense, beyond tense, fucking concrete with tension. Remy was vibrating like a tuning fork. The empath chewed relentlessly at his thumb nail, spoiling the manicure Storm had given him the day before as a distraction.

The printer spit out the paper and Hank snatched it up. Adjusting his glasses, he read it silently. With a dry cough he looked up and smiled, only slightly.

"My friends, it appears you are going to be parents." he said, his voice low and careful. No one knew how Remy was going to respond. Logan held his breath. He watched his lover with the same intensity he would watch a dangerous opponent.

Remy seemed to freeze in place. The Cajun just didn't move for several long seconds. Looking, for all the world, like a beautiful statue of a young woman, and then, there was a blur of movement.

The slender female body spun, long fingers grasping an empty bedpan sitting on the table. Remy completed the turn and clocked Logan upside the head with the now charged hunk of metal. It wasn't enough to explode, just enough to knock the Feral down.

"Connard." the thief grumbled and then crossed his arms with a disgruntled expression. Henry gasped and gave the thief a stunned look before turning to see to the dazed mutant.

Logan picked himself up and shook his head like a dog. The purple and black egg on his forehead was already beginning to fade.

"I take it yer pissed." he said, his eyes glinting a little. Henry wasn't sure what it was that he saw flickering through the Feral's eyes, anger or fear.

Remy huffed and shook his head, long cinnamon tresses spilling from the hair tie. Red and black eyes wet with tears as he grit his teeth.

"Remy be pissed at de Wolverine." the Cajun said, glaring at Logan and looking worried at the same time. The Feral knew what his lover was trying to say. He held out a hand to the distressed doctor, waving him off.

"I'm fine, Hank. Remy has a point and more than a reason to be angry." He turned to the coiled figure and nodded toward the door. "Ya wanna take a walk so we can talk about this?" he asked and held his breath for the second time.

Remy's exotic eyes raked over the man while pondering the suggestion. Through their link, Logan felt the swift and intense mood shift. Suddenly, he had his arms full of a sobbing thief.

"Desole, Cher. Never mean to hurt you." the Cajun whimpered into Logan's neck. "Jus so angry, me." he confessed, as the Feral corralled his lover and led them from the lab.

Henry gave Logan a silent salute and went back to his tests. He did not envy the Canadian the mood swings ahead.

LRLRLRLRLR

Walking along the lake shore, Logan listened while Remy spilled all the fears and worries he had been building up over the last few days. He knew most of it already, having felt so much of it through their connection. What he hadn't known about was his lover's thoughts on potential parenting skills.

"Don't tink Remy make a good parent, Cher. Mere or Pere." the thief said, shaking in Logan's hold. "Remy a selfish creature, no good for a beby." The the words brought the Canadian to a dead stop.

Logan was stunned.

He knew his lover had flaws, Hell everyone did. Logan was the owner of some choice flaws himself. But selfishness was not something he would have ever said or thought of in connection to the young Cajun.

"That's bullshit." Logan said with a gold flash in his eyes. "Ya may be a lot of things Remy LeBeau, but selfish ain't one of 'em." The Feral looked angry at the very thought of such a thing. Remy stopped walking and just stared at his lover like the man had sprouted another head. Logan shook the single head he had.

"No way! Ya may be a vain and arrogant little shit sometimes. Headstrong and stubborn as a mule often, but ya ain't got a selfish bone in yer body." He cupped the Cajun's face in his hands. "I mean, Darlin', the whole reason yer in this body right now is cuz ya were worried about me." He leaned in and pressed his forehead to Remy's.

"Ya know when someone needs emotional release and ya think nothin' of bein' there to help 'em, whether they know it or not." Remy's eyes grew large at Logan's words. He hadn't thought his lover picked up on that particular habit of his, he should have known the observant Feral had.

"Yea, I noticed. Noticed when Ro is havin' a bad day yer there to tease her out of it, even if she makes ya help her with her blasted plants. And I noticed when Scooter is ridin' the edge, when his headache pushes him too far, how ya just know what to say to make him lose it and vent his frustrations on you instead of one of the kids." Logan's blue eyes softened.

"I could go on, I've not even gotten to the things ya do fer me. But yea, I know, Darlin' and none of that is part of a person who is selfish." The Feral's voice offered no contradiction. Remy blushed and looked down. He still had such a hard time hearing good things about himself.

"Fucking Terrified, Cher." The thief confessed and curled against Logan's chest. "So many tings could go wrong, so many m'stakes Remy could make." Logan wrapped his arms tight around his lover.

"Ya ain't alone, I keep tellin' ya that. If there are mistakes to be made, we'll make 'em together." he replied and kissed the top of Remy's head. "There is no way I'm lettin' ya out of my sight now." he mumbled and took a deep breath.

Remy pushed back a little and looked at his lover. His pretty face was contemplative.

"Weird to tink ders a person growing inside me." he whispered, one hand slightly twitching over the still flat belly. Logan caught the shaking hand and pressed his own against it and Remy's belly.

"Not just any person." he said, tipping the Cajun's chin up with his other hand. "Our child. Part of both of us, Rems." He sounded awed and a little overwhelmed. Remy could sympathize with the feeling.

He pushed up on his toes and pressed his lips to Logan's. The kiss was sweet and more than a little desperate. The Feral let his lover draw what he needed from him. He would give all he had to his thief, even if it drained him dry. As long as Remy had some inkling of just how important he was to the Canadian.

Breaking the kiss gently, Logan rubbed his hands up and down Remy's back and curled an arm around the slender shoulders.

"Come on, we better get to tellin' the other's before Hank's strong urge to gossip gets the better of him." Logan chuckled at his own words and pulled Remy along after him.

LRLRLRLRLRLR

The click-clack of a computer keyboard was loud in the almost silent room. Essex sat watching the young man as he hacked one of the most secure networks on the planet. Not an easy task by any means. The man was supposed to be one of the most brilliant minds in the field, Essex acquired only the very best after all.

The young genius was sweating, and why not? Sinister had promised a slow painful death if he failed. Hense the intense expression and focus on the glowing screen and the fast flying fingers on the keys.

Essex wanted to know just what had happened to his favorite lab rat. The best way to get that information, short of abducting the thief, again, was to read Henry McCoy's files. To do that, he needed to get into the X-Men's network. To get in, he needed the hacker.

He was growing bored of watching the man sweat and compute. Really, what was th big deal anyway? If he didn't mind them knowing, he could do it himself.

But that was the rub, he didn't want the meddling band of mutants to know he was aware of Remy's gender switch. Then they would come after him and there would be a big messy fight. Lots of shouting and blasting and name calling. It was tiresome.

Plus he had just gotten this compound set up the way he liked. He wanted to avoid any destruction for the time being. That was why he vetoed Creed's suggestion that they just grab Remy like before. Things were different with the Cajun now.

Before, he hadn't been involved with a mongrel like Wolverine. If Essex snatched the Cajun, and he didn't have all the information and wasn't prepared for the reaction, Logan would find the thief far too easily. Resulting in the afore mentioned messy fight.

For now, Sinister was happy to gather Intel. Better to prepared than go off half cocked, he always said.

There was a flurry of clicking and then an indrawn breath from the hacker. Essex looked up to see the bloodshot brown eyes gleaming with pure insane joy.

"You are in, no way they will know for at least half an hour." he said, praying that would be enough for the frightening mutant. Sinister's silver smile glinted in the fluorescent lighting.

"More than enough time." he said and snapped his fingers. The door sprang open and Victor Creed stomped into the room. He yanked the man from his chair and began to drag him off.

"B-But y-you said if I g-got you in I could go free!" he shouted as he struggled with the giant mutant. Essex flipped his lab coat out behind him as he took the hacker's seat.

"I lied." he said absently and began tapping. The door slammed on the hacker's agonized scream. He ignored the wet thumps and pained screeching as he navigated the X-Men's data base.

Once he found Henry's files it took no time to find the Cajun's medical records. As he scanned the content, his eyes glowed bright red.

"Oh Remy, you are a Special creature aren't you?" He whispered to the computer and leaned back in his chair.

This changed everything.

TBC......
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