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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: I was suffering some serious writer's block for over a year now. Here's hoping anyone remembers this. I have managed a teaser to get the juices flowing again. I am trying to do this with all my open fic. When last we left our lovers they just found out the exciting and scary news and come to an understanding. A darkness was watching and plotting. The plot doesn't just thicken, it bubbles over.....

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Chapter 15

Four Weeks Later

Logan winced as he awoke to the sound of retching. Climbing from the warm sheets he stumbled into the bathroom to find what he expected. Remy was hunched over the bowl puking her guts up. It had been going on for about a week now. Whomever it was that dubbed this part of pregnancy 'morning sickness' really had no clue that it could strike anytime anywhere. Remy seemed to get hit the hardest in the middle of the night, robbing the Cajun of sleep as well as Logan. The Feral couldn't roll over and go back to sleep when his lover was suffering so.

With a bleary grunt he leaned in and settled behind the thief. One hand holding the long cinnamon strands back while the other rubbed soothing circles to the female's back. Startled a little, Logan wondered when he began thinking of Remy in female pronouns. Further delving into that subject was cut short when Remy lifted her head and gasped.

"Can't do it, Cher. Dis be worse dan any flu ‘ever had, me." the Cajun's eyes were watering and her skin looked rather pale. Logan’s heart clenched at his love’s miserable expression.

“Wish I could do somethin’ for ya, Darlin’.” he grumbled and then helped the younger mutant to her feet. “Com’on, I’ll git ya some of those crackers ‘Ro gave ya.” He soothed his hand down the sloping back as he guided Remy to the bed. He retrieved a cool damp cloth and handed it to the thief.

“S’ok, Mon Amor. Dis be a Hell of a ting.” Remy used the cloth to wipe down her face and neck. Logan slipped into the sitting area off their bedroom. He returned quickly with the organic crackers Storm had given the Cajun to help with the stomach upset.

Remy took one and crunched it and tried to think calming thoughts. Logan took the cloth and wiped it across her brow. His other hand moved without thought to the barely there curve of the Cajun’s belly. Remy’s pained face broke into a pretty smile.

Their tender moment was broken by the sudden blaring of alarms. The Cajun startled and sat up on the bed. Logan winced at the too loud sound. He pushed his lover back down on the bed.

“No way. Yer too sick, baby.” he said his voice lifted to be heard over the noise. “Yer stayin’ here. No arguments. I am gonna go find out what’s happening. Ya lock that door and don’t open it for anyone but me, Chuck or Scooter, ya got it?” He leaned in and pressed a swift kiss to his lover’s protesting lips and then rushed out the door.

As he raced down the hall, Logan caught the far off sounds of fighting. There were warning lights flashing and the blasting alarm horn was beginning to piss him off. He made the stairs and looked down over the railing. He caught flashes of Storm and Cyclops. The sudden flare of red followed by the floor shaking told him this was serious. Scott wasn’t holding back.

Logan let a little slack on the leash he held the Wolverine with. He jumped from landing to landing to reach his team mates as quickly as he could. His feet struck the carpet of the first floor hallway. He looked around, taking in as much data as he could.

They were Marauders. The insignia on their shoulders bore the mark of Mr. Sinister. Seeing three backing Storm into a corner, Logan released his claws and leapt on them with a roar. He fought with abandon. Wolverine taking the forefront while Logan slipped to co-pilot so he could worry. These men worked for Essex, a sick fuck with a more than disturbing fixation on Remy. He knew that that the attack posed a very real threat to his lover. His pregnant, currently-in-a-weakened-state, lover. The beast flare bright and fierce.

Mate. Must Protect Mate and Cub.

The scene quickly became very bloody. Wolverine fought to protect what was theirs. Logan fought to take back control. It was taking too long. He had a sinking and ice cold feel of dread. As the Wolverine ripped the throat out of another opponent the link he had with Remy suddenly flared with seer blind panic. Turning on his heel he bolted for the stairs.

“REMY! NO!” he screamed as the stairs blurred under his feet. He was followed by two frantic team mates. He slammed the door to their suite open and made a bee line for the bedroom. The door came off in his hand as he screamed for his lover again.

The room was still, silent and...empty.

The French doors to the balcony stood open letting the cool night air flap the curtains mockingly. Storm and Scott stumbled to a stop just behind him. Storm gasp with one delicate hand to her mouth.

“No!” Her blue eyes turned to Cyclops and she watched his jaw pulse.

“Essex.” he snapped and clenched his fist. They both jumped back as Logan let out a horrendous howl of anguish and turned on them with yellow eyes. Storm grasped Scott’s elbow.

“Hang on.” she hissed and bounced up into the air taking Scott with her.

Wolverine slammed the broken door against the wall and then rounded again. He tore across the bedroom and launched out the open balcony doors. Storm brought them back to the floor and pushed at Scott’s shoulder.

“We must hurry, Logan will carve a path after them.” They moved out of the suite and headed for the lower levels. Scott knew he was supposed to stop Wolverine’s rampaging, but in his heart he couldn’t blame the man.

Not One Bit.

L/RL/RL/RL/RL/RL/RL/RL/RL/RL/RL/RL/R

Remy was floating in a disconcerting world of blurry lights and muffled sounds. She could feel he body being manhandled onto a bed. She knew there was something she was forgetting, something VERY important. There was a sudden sharp and unpleasant smell that seemed to clear the Cajun’s senses.

The thief blink into focus and felt he blood turn cold. Leaning over her with wide almost cartoon smiles were the two people Remy LeBeau actually feared in this whole wide world. Sinister and Sabertooth. That they kidnaped her in such a manner made it crystal clear just what the men had in mind.

Essex gave a little cluck and reached a silver hand out to brush the auburn hair back from Remy’s face. The way his red eyes gleamed gave the Cajun a growing sense of terror,

“All these years I have been trying to perfect the blending of your exquisiteness and talents with the indomitability of a Feral mutant. So many failures.” The mad mutant actually sounded regretful for a moment. “But then a wondrous thing happened. And I am not at all surprised that its you Remy who gives me this gift.” His words sinking in as his wandering hand came to a stop over’s Remy’s belly. The Cajun startled the scientist and the hulking Creed at his side by suddenly attacking their hold on her.

“NON!” She shouted as she caught Sinister in the face with a hard hook punch. Her feet kicked fast and managed to catch Sabertooth right in the balls. “You will never get you fil’ty hands on my beby!”. The nimble thief flipped off the table and made a dash for the double doors. No clue where she was headed but knowing she couldn’t let them get away with it. As her bare feet slipped across the linoleum floor she heard Essex’ response and it triggered a near hysterical panic in the empath.

“Bring LeBeau back unharmed and I will let you get the next child on her.” The cultured accent echoed through the lab and Creed growled low.

Remy burst thought the doors and ran in flat out terror. She couldn’t let them, she would kill herself before she let it happen. With tears running down her cheeks Remy attempted a desperate escape.

She failed.

TBC....
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