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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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Sorry it took me so long, folks! I lost my notes on this and had to figure out what I'd had planned lol Hopefully this doesn't such or anything! Let me know what you think. I promise, the next chap will be up much faster than this one was!

The next morning, Spencer and Remy were both up early. Neither one of them had slept perfectly. Between Spencer's aching and their worries about what was going on, it had made for a slightly restless night. Neither one was willing to simply sit around in the room and wait for the day to start, so they got up together by silent agreement and prepared themselves for the day. Spencer took first shower. When he was done, Remy stepped in and Spencer went out to get dressed. Today they were going to go see his Dad and Spencer wanted to look a certain way for this meeting. With that in mind, he dressed carefully, choosing not only comfortable clothes, but clothes he knew he looked good in. There was something about being in a comfortable, attractive outfit that just made a person feel a little more confident. That was something Morgan had taught him.
Apparently he’d done well. When Remy stepped out of the bathroom, he gave a wolf whistle, making Spencer both blush and smile. “Mais, y’r looking so bon, Cher.” Came the warm approval. Spencer turned to watch as Remy strolled toward him, a towel slung low on his hips, water still dripping slightly on his skin. Spencer sucked in a breath and turned back toward the suitcase, trying to avoid looking anywhere but at his lover. The last thing he needed was to try and indulge in something like that right now. His body was aching in too many ways for it to be smart to indulge in any of those kinds of activities. A mostly restless night had done nothing good for his backache and if he gave in to the urge in him to go over and chase those droplets of water on Remy’s warm skin…with his tongue…he shivered a little and cut that thought off. No, no. Not a good plan.
A snicker from Remy told him his lover knew exactly what he was thinking about. Blindly Spencer grabbed a pair of boxers and chucked them over his shoulder, turning Remy’s snicker to an outright laugh. “Toss me m’ black slacks too, would y’, Cher? Y’r looking so nice and slick, I gotta make sure I look nice enough to be with y’.”
“As if you have to try.” Spencer scoffed and turned to hand Remy the requested slacks. He gave him a baleful look. “Whereas I have to put effort into looking this way, you could roll out of bed in wrinkled clothes and still manage to look good.”
Remy took the slacks and glared at him. “When are y’ gonna learn how good y’ look, Spencer? Swear, y’ drive me crazy sometimes.” He shook his head as he bent and pulled the pants on. “Y’r so beau and y’ don’t even see it.”
When Remy straightened to zip and button his pants, Spencer couldn’t help but lean in and steal a kiss. He was smiling when he pulled back, one hand coming up to stroke over his cheek. “You’re just slightly biased, baby. But seeing as how I’m not worried about looking good for anyone but you, your bias works in my favor.”
“Y’ always look beau to me.” Rubbing his cheek against Spencer's hand, Remy’s eyes drifted shut a little bit. “Like it better when y’ don’t try, me. When y’r in m’ shirt sitting in our bed with y’r head all mussed and dat sleepy look on y’r face. Dat’s m’ favorite look.”
He stroked his thumb over Remy’s cheekbone, tracing the planes of a face he knew so well. “I don’t know if I could pick a favorite look for you.” He admitted quietly. His eyes traveled over Remy’s face, drinking in the love there, letting it fill and warm him. “I love when you’re fresh from the shower and you smell like your soap and you. I love when you’re wearing nothing but a pair of jeans that sit low on your hips. I love when you’re dressing to impress, or dressing casually, or when you’re in your uniform. But if I had to pick…” Pausing, he chuckled at himself a little. “You’ll probably laugh at me, but I love when you’re fresh from a workout in the danger room. Usually you’ve pulled your shirt off and you’re in just boots and jeans, a hint of boxers at the top, all flushed and sweaty from working out and you just…mm. And I’m going to stop there, as I’m not helping myself at all with this.”
Spencer was still chuckling at himself as he took a step back from Remy. The Cajun watched him, heat in his eyes and a small smile on his lips. “Y’ never told me dat b’fore.”
“Haven’t you ever stopped to think why I was so willing to work out with you, Remy?” Smirking, Spencer winked before moving toward the bathroom to brush his teeth, enjoying the warm laughter from behind him.
“I’m gonna remember dat one in de future.” Remy called back to him. “When I need to make y’ want me, just get a quick workout.”
Pausing with his toothbrush at his mouth, Spencer grinned at his reflection. “Or breathe.”
“Quoi?”
“So long as you’re breathing, I’ll want you, Remy LeBeau.”
He felt Remy’s enjoyment and had to smile to himself. This was a good start to the morning.

By the time the two men finished off their breakfast and made it to William’s office, Spencer was already ready to turn around and go back to the hotel. His stomach wasn’t taking breakfast very well, nerves were dancing around inside of him that wasn’t helping the nausea at all, and the boys were kicking up a storm. Add on the backache that seemed to be his constant companion lately and it all made for one very short tempered young genius. His brain couldn’t seem to stop looping, wondering what was going on here, what plan his father could have. All of his actions so far seemed to only serve the purpose of pissing Spencer off. But that couldn’t be his ultimate goal. There was no way. He had to have some greater purpose to this all. But what?
“Y’ okay over dere, mon cœur?”
Drawn back to the present, Spencer blinked to clear his eyes, looking out the windshield right as Remy was parking the car. He sighed as he processed Remy’s question. “I don’t know if okay is rightly the word I’d choose.” Absently he rubbed his hand over his stomach, trying to soothe the kicking in there. “I feel like we’re part of some game, Remy. Only I don’t know what game, I don’t know what the rules are, and I’ve no idea if the other player is even playing by those rules or making them up as they go. I’m stumbling blindly here and that is a sensation I strongly abhor.”
Remy put the car in park and turned the keys, shutting off the engine. Then he turned in his seat to look seriously at Spencer's face. “Talking to him might not give us de answers, Cher. Y’ gotta t’ink about dat. Dere’s no telling if he’s gonna actually answer y’ or if he’s gonna feed y’ another line of BS. We could walk outta dis more in de dark dan when we started, yeah.”
“I know.” There was a high likelihood that William would try to feed him some story, some cover up for his true purposes. Spencer didn’t believe that they’d walk in and the man would simply spill his guts. Still, he had to talk to him. “I just, I have to try, Remy. I have to.”
“Je sais.” One of Remy’s hands lifted, brushing over his cheek. He leaned in, giving Spencer a loving kiss. “Je t’aime, mon amour. Mon cœur.”
As always, those words warmed Spencer inside like nothing else ever could. “I love you too.”
Together, the two climbed from the car and, joining hands at the hood, made their way into the law firm. The last time Spencer had been here, he’d been accusing his father of the murder of Riley Jenkins. This time…this time he had no idea what he was walking into, but it left a sour feeling in the bottom of his stomach. That feeling grew when, once they got to the desk and announced who they were, the receptionist smiled and said “Mr. Reid’s expecting you. Right this way, please.”
Expecting him? He was expecting him? Spencer felt Remy’s worry grow a little just like his. The two held hands just a little tighter as they started to follow the woman. She stopped at the sight of Remy, a polite look covering her face. “My apologies, Sir, but he said he’s only expecting his son…”
“Then he’ll get a surprise.” Spencer cut in. No way was he leaving Remy out here. No way in hell. He wasn’t dumb enough to go in here alone and he definitely wasn’t dumb enough to think that Remy would’ve allowed it even if he’d asked. This was one of those situations that Spencer knew Remy would stand his ground even if he thought it would piss Spencer off. He would never allow William Reid to be alone with Spencer ever again; not knowing the things about the man that he did. For that, Spencer was eternally grateful. He didn’t want to be alone with William. Ever.
The woman looked as if she was about to debate this before changing her mind. She turned back around and led them down a long hallway. At the end, she knocked on a door, poking her head inside. “Mr. Reid? Your guests have arrived.”
From inside the room they heard William’s voice. “Thank you, Cheryl. Let them in.”
The woman, Cheryl, stepped back and gestured with her hand for them to enter. With one last deep breath, Spencer led the way into the room, Remy moving behind him a little so they could get through the door, though never once did he let go of his hand. Spencer's eyes immediately went to the man that was rising from behind the desk as they walked inside. He didn’t pay any attention to Cheryl shutting the door or even to the way Remy moved up protectively alongside him. All he could focus on was a man he had spent so many nights cursing.
“Spencer! Come in, come in.” William’s voice sounded almost…friendly. His expression was happy and so were his emotions. Why did that worry him even more? The man gestured at the chairs across from his desk. “Please, the both of you have a seat.”
Half of Spencer didn’t want to sit. The other half of him laughed mockingly at the idea of staying standing. His back most definitely approved of the idea of a chair. Trying not to wince, he let Remy help him down into a chair, sighing only slightly at the eased pressure on his back. “Dad…”
“Would either of you like a drink?” William cut in. He skirted around his desk, going to the little sideboard against the wall.
Spencer took a deep breath and looked past Remy, who was taking a seat in the chair right beside him, his eyes going over to where William looked to be pouring himself a drink. “No, Dad. We came here to talk, not drink. There are some questions I’d like answered.”
“Of course, of course. All in due time, Spencer. Are you sure neither of you want anything?”
What the hell? “Yes, I’m sure.” Frustration tinged his tone. At the same time, one of the boys gave a particularly hard kick, making him wince slightly and reach to rub at his stomach. Remy turned toward him, one hand moving to try to help soothe, and everything seemed to happen all at once. Spencer saw something out of the corner of his eye that snapped his head up. There was no time to react, no time to do anything but watch as William stepped right up behind Remy and slammed something into the back of his head. Hard. Spencer saw the surprise and pain on Remy’s face and felt it in the link before the man slumped forward, dropping down to the ground. Spencer started to move toward him instinctively and was stopped by a single, terrifying sound. The sound of a gun cocking. He lifted his face, staring with wide eyes as William pointed a gun directly at him. “Ah, ah, son. Stay right where you are.”
“Dad.” The word came out on an aching croak. Spencer's body, his mind, felt absolutely numb. He couldn’t think, couldn’t feel, could do nothing but sit there in shock and stare. “What…?”
“What am I doing? Is that your question?” All signs of kindness were gone from William’s voice and expression. His words were hard and sharp. Mocking. “What I’ve done, my dear son, is made myself a very, very rich man.” Reaching into his pocket, he pulled something out and threw it at Spencer. The young genius fumbled to catch them. It took him a second to realize what he was looking at. They were…zip ties. Zip ties? William saw his confusion and sneered. “Put them on your little fuck toy there, wrists and ankles, and then on your hands too. Now. And I’m watching, Spencer, so don’t try anything funny.”
Spencer forced himself to move out of the chair, going down on his knees to get to his partner. The first thing he saw was blood on the back of Remy’s head and he wanted to scream. “Why are you doing this?” He asked shakily as he pulled Remy’s limp arms together and slipped the zip tie over his wrists. “How is this making you rich?”
“It’s simple, really.” Mocking laughter bubbled up from William. He watched closely as Spencer moved to Remy’s ankles, sliding the zip tie on there and tightening it. “I always knew you were a freak. Apparently, you’re an even bigger freak than I thought. You and the fuck there.” His gun shifted, moving with Spencer as the young man pushed back up off the floor, rising up to his feet. “Someone approached me a few weeks back, told me my freak of a son had managed to actually get pregnant. Not that I gave a fuck. What did I care about you and your mutie partner having babies, huh?”
Spencer had to use his teeth to tighten the zip tie on his own wrists. He watched William walk over to the door and lock it. The whole time the gun stayed steady on Spencer. He couldn’t risk doing anything right now, not with Remy hurt and a gun pointed this way. Not when something could happen to hurt the babies. I can’t even use my powers, really. Hank wants me to lay off the electricity until the babies are born. Hank was worried about what the charge inside of him might do to the babies if he tried to use it, so he’d been restricted on using his electrical powers for the rest of his pregnancy. Right now, that meant he was weaponless. Except for his mouth and his mind.
William gestured toward the chair with his gun. “Sit.”
As soon as Spencer was seated, William moved to the other side of his desk, picking up his phone and pressing a button. He put it to his ear and stared at Spencer silently for a moment. Then abruptly he was saying “They’re here. Come get them.” Before nodding and finally hanging up. What the hell was going on here?
He didn’t realize he’d said that question out loud until William let out another of those mocking laughs. “Haven’t you figured it out yet, Spencer? Your brain always ran faster than your mouth. What, did pregnancy make you stupid?” Smirking, he made his way around the desk, going right up toward him. “There are people who will pay a lot of money for that little spawn you’ve made. Apparently a freak baby made by two freaks I’m told are something called omega…well, it’s a hot commodity.”
Oh my God. Spencer wasn’t the least bit religious and yet that was the only thought in his head. Oh my God. William wanted to…to sell his babies. Oh sweet God.
“Getting you to Vegas was easy. Getting you to come here, that required thought.” The gun shook a little as he gestured toward Spencer with it. “I had to figure out a way to make sure you came to see me, seeing as how you avoid me like crazy. So I figured I’d piss you off. And it worked! Here you are. And in the next little bit, someone’s gonna come take you and this shit…” he kicked a foot at Remy, making Spencer jump. “…off my hands, and I’m going to be one rich man. So you see, everyone’s happy.”
Lifting his eyes, Spencer looked at the face of a monster and a wave of anger like he’d never felt washed over him. The hell if he was going to let this man take away his children and the hell if he was going to let him win this. “You son of a bitch.” The words hissed out of him before he could stop them.
The next thing he knew, William’s hand jerked and pain exploded over Spencer's face as the butt of the gun hit him. “Watch your mouth!”
“Go to hell.” Spencer spat back out. He pushed up to his feet, temper giving him the courage and the strength to rise. “You think I’m going to let you do this? You think I’m just going to sit here and wait patiently for someone to come and take me and take my babies from me?” Lifting his bound hands, he held them out toward William, palms flat. Maybe he wasn’t supposed to use his powers, but William didn’t know that. “What makes you think I won’t electrocute you right where you stand?”
Without batting an eye, William shifted the direction of his gun, pointing it down toward Remy. “Because I may not be able to shoot you, but I can shoot him. Can you electrocute me before I put a bullet in his brain?”
There was a small pulse of emotion over the link in Spencer's mind, a flash of pain and fear and anger, and he knew that Remy was waking up. To try to distract William from that, Spencer took a step in the opposite direction of Remy, drawing William’s eyes away from the man. If I can keep him talking, keep him focused on me, Remy should be able to get out of those zip ties easily. I’ve never seen anything that can restrain the man for long. Simple little zip ties should be nothing. Please, hurry, Remy! Hurry, before whoever the hell is coming gets here! “I can’t believe you’d do this.” He spat the words out, fury lacing through them. “I can’t believe you’d sell out your own grandchildren!”
William’s eyes traveled over Spencer's stomach and his sneer grew. “So there’s more than one, huh? No wonder you look huge. I think the price just went up a little more.” He looked pleased by that.
“Don’t you have any humanity in you?” Spencer knew it was pointless to beg; it would get him nowhere. But he needed William’s eyes to stay on him. He could feel as Remy grew more and more alert. Hurry up, baby! “These are innocent children. Can you imagine what these people are going to do to them? Your own flesh and blood, Dad. No matter how much you hate me, these kids are your flesh and blood. Can you honestly stand here and sell them this way?”
“Without hesitation.”
That anger was boiling in Spencer again. His hands drew back in, resting protectively on his stomach. “Then you’re a bigger bastard than I ever thought you were.”
The smile William wore grew a little more smug. “Ah, but I’ll be a rich bastard. And you? I’ll never have to deal with you again.”
A sudden, strong pulse of warning came over the link and Spencer jumped off to the side, toward the door, drawing William’s attention even more. At the same time, Remy’s hand shot up from the ground, a charged card flying from his hand to hit William and explode, sending him flying backwards. In a flash, Remy was sitting up, cutting the tie from his feet. He had another card charged and flying before William could even try to get up from where he’d hit the wall. Even as he flung it, he was launching upwards, racing toward Spencer. The young genius was already unlocking the door and yanking it open. Faster than he’d thought possible, he shot off down the hallway, Remy right on his heels. He felt Remy’s hand thread through his and heard as the man threw another card down the hall behind them, blocking William from coming. Then the two were racing into the lobby and toward the front door.
Spencer skidded slightly as they started out the door and if it wasn’t for Remy having a hand on him, he might’ve went straight down. His lover jerked him up straight and they kept running. There was no time to stop; they raced straight to the car. Remy yanked the one of the back doors open on the car, almost shoving Spencer inside. The two jerked down as the sound of gunshots ripped across the parking lot. As soon as Spencer was in, Remy slammed the door shut and then opened the driver’s door, yanking out his keys. Another shot came, hitting the windshield. Spencer cursed and dropped lower. As best he could, he curled around his stomach, trying to protect the children in there. His eyes clenched shut as he listened to the car roar to life and then it was in gear and Remy was almost tearing out of the parking lot. There were more gunshots and then the sound of squealing tires and Spencer clung tighter to himself.
The anger was draining away now, the adrenaline that had carried him this far. Spencer shut his eyes even tighter. His babies. His own father had been trying to sell his babies! Who would do that? Who would buy children? How could they do something like that? How could his own father?
The car slowed suddenly. Spencer didn’t care. He curled up even more, his heart hammering. He didn’t even notice when the car went in park. But he felt as Remy climbed over the seat and into the back with him. When something flicked across the tie on his wrists, cutting the tie away, Spencer jerked before quickly flattening his hands over his stomach. The feel of the kicks there were like heaven. Reminders that the boys were alive, they were okay. Air hitched in and out of his lungs sharply, ripping from him in agonizing bursts.
“Spencer, Cher.” Remy’s hands were on him, trying to sit him up, and there was something like terror in his voice. Hearing it, feeling it, feeling those hands on him, Spencer reacted before he could think. He sat up and flung his arms around the man, almost falling into him. Remy caught him easily and folded him close, practically pulling him into his lap. In the squashed backseat of their rental car, Spencer curled into Remy and found himself sobbing. The terror of it all finally caught up with him and he could do nothing but ride out the wave of it in the one place in the world he could always count on to feel safe.
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