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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 whole month had passed since those fateful events in Vegas. The week of bed rest for Spencer had been endured and survived, not just by him but by Remy as well. When it was finally lifted, the two were definitely ready for it to be done. And, though things were just slightly tenser and the people in the house a little more protective than before, life in the mansion had gradually returned to normal. The atmosphere was cheerful with the prospect of Thanksgiving only two days away.
It was partially because of that holiday that Warren and Bobby were on their errand. They were walking down the hallway on their way to go grab Logan as Jean had asked them to when they heard the first shout. The two of them stopped, looking around instinctively to try and figure out where the sound was coming from. They heard it again a second later and their eyes were drawn over to the room right next to Logan’s. The shouting grew a little louder and they realized that the sound was coming from Remy and Spencer's room. Bobby had just started to move forward, thinking to go and see what was going on, when Spencer's voice came through loud and clear “I don’t care!”
“Well, y’ should!” Remy shouted right back. The two in the hall turned to look at each other again, this time with surprise. Remy and Spencer, fighting? They’d witnessed playful fights between the two and semi-serious ones and they’d heard rumors about some of the more serious, but they’d never actually been around to hear those ‘more serious’ ones.
A loud thump sounded against the door, follow by a crash that made Bobby jump and Warren’s head jerk back toward the door. Again they could hear Spencer's voice, loud and angry. “I! Am! Not! A! Child!” Each word was punctuated with another thump and another crash. Spencer sounded furious.
Remy didn’t sound any calmer. “Den stop acting like one!”
The door to Logan’s room opened and the feral came strolling out, catching sight of them standing there right away. “What’s up?” He called out to them as he shut his door. “Ya looking for someone?”
“You.” Warren said slowly. “Jean wants you. Is…is everything okay in there?”
As if to make sure Logan knew what he was talking about, there was another loud crash inside the room and what sounded like something glass shattering. “Out!” Spencer shouted. “Out! Out! Get out!”
Logan snorted and looked over to the door with amusement bright on his face. Before he could answer, the door was yanked open and the three of them had to dodge quickly as a book came flying out only seconds before Remy darted out. The Cajun pulled the door shut behind him. None too soon it would appear as they all heard something else impact with the door. “Dieu!” Remy spat the word out. He brought a hand up, brushing his bangs back from his face. Without his sunglasses on, they all saw as he turned his eyes towards them. “Remy swears, dat man could drive a saint to drink today. Stubborn couillon.”
Another thump against the door clearly let him know that Spencer had heard that. Flashing a grin, Remy started moving quickly. He was no fool. He wasn’t going to be right by the door if Spencer decided to come out after him. “Dere a party in de halls here Remy didn’t know about or were y’all just here f’ de floor show?”
“I hear it just fine in my own room.” Logan’s voice was dry but there was a spark of humor there that took the serious edge off his words.
Remy chuckle and winked at his friend. “Just bet y’ do, mon ami.”
“Shove it, Gumbo.”
“Aint dat what we was talking about?” Laughing, Remy darted away from the swipe of Logan’s claws.
A little red in the cheeks with the realization of what Remy had just said, Bobby cleared his throat and hurried to deliver his message so he could leave before they said anything that was any more embarrassing. “Logan, Jean says the truck won’t start and they need to take it to town this afternoon for supplies. She was hoping you’d come take a look at it.”
“I’ll help y’!” Remy volunteered quickly. He cast a look toward his room. “Might be a good idea to get out f’ a lil bit, yeah.”
A small smirk tugged at Warren’s lips. “Afraid to go back into your room, LeBeau?”
The look Remy gave him suggested he suffered from some kind of mental handicap. “Gee, y’ t’ink? Dat homme has killer aim, y’ know? Already thumped me in de back of de head.” Reminded of it, Remy brought a hand up, rubbing the back of his head and wincing slightly. “Got a damn lump back dere now. Aint going back in dere, me. Not till we’re both ready. Right now with m’ luck, he’d start crying and den where would I be? Can’t stand to watch Spencer cry and den he’d end up winning just cause I’d give him bout anyt’ing to make de tears stop.” All of a sudden his face lit up with good humor that surprised them all. “Least dis way I can hold out f’ a while and keep some pride b’fore giving in, non?”
Laughing, Logan pushed him forward, starting him down the hall and following after him. “You better not let Blue hear ya fighting with the kid.”
“Merde.” Remy pulled a card out and twirled it around his fingers. “I aint de one dat started it!” When he saw the look Logan was giving him, his smile was a little more mischievous. “Okay, mebbe I was. Mais it was f’ a good cause! Y’ see him, Wolvie. Been pouting f’ days now. He needed a good fight. Aint good f’ him to sulk like dat. Spencer's got too much passion to keep it all locked away. Better f’ him and de boys if he just lets it out instead of bottling it up.”
By now the group had made it downstairs and Logan and Remy were separating from Warren and Bobby to make their way to the garage. Remy didn’t even skip a beat in his conversation, waving to the two before looking back at Logan. “Y’ know him well enough, Wolvie. Y’ gotta admit, he’ll be better f’ it later.”
“I aint stepping in that one.” Logan insisted. He slanted a look at Remy, his grin just a little sharp at the edges. “Where else he clip ya?”
“Quoi?”
“You just got through saying how well I know the kid. Come on. You think I’m gonna believe he only hit ya once? His aim is better’n that.”
For a second Remy said nothing and then once more his grin was lighting up his face, making his eyes sparkle with the light Logan had never seen there until Remy had first met Spencer. “Oui, it is. Caught m’ hip too with one of dem books of his. I deserved dat one, me.” Chuckling, Remy opened the door that led to the garage, gesturing Logan through. “Dat was at de end when I told him he was acting more spoiled dan Jubes.”
“Remy!” Jean’s scolding voice echoed around them and Remy ducked his head a little before turning and flashing Jean one of his megawatt smiles. “Bonjour, Jeannie. Y’r looking awfully belle today.”
She battled back a smile as she folded her arms over her chest. “Are you picking on Spencer? You know Hank said he needs to take it easy.”
“Dat’s half de problem.” With that remark, Remy followed Logan over to the truck, which already had its hood open. Leaning in beside his friend, the two both saw what it was. It wasn’t anything that Logan was going to need Remy’s assistance for, so the Cajun turned around and settled his back against the side of the truck so he could look at Jean once more. He decided to take advantage of the moment to say something he’d been wanting to say anyways. “Spencer aint one to enjoy being taken care of, Cher. Makes him uncomfortable. He aint one f’ sitting round doing not’ing, either. But ever since Vegas, everyone’s been treating him with kid gloves and tryin’ to take care of him all de time and just not letting him do not’ing f’ himself. It’s getting to him.”
Jean looked startled by what he said. “I didn’t realize we were bothering him. He never seemed to have a problem with it.”
Smiling, Remy nodded, lifting his elbows to rest on the edge of the open hood behind him. “Y’ wouldn’t, Jeannie. He wouldn’t hurt y’r feelings like dat. None of y’. He just bites his tongue and keeps quiet bout it all. Dat’s where I come in. Mebbe he aint supposed to be yellin’ or not’ing like dat, but he needed it and I could feel it. Know him, me. So I picked a fight with him and let him get mad. He’ll get mad at po’ Remy f’ a while and den later we’ll talk and figure out a healthy way f’ him to start feeling better. He’s feeling all outta sorts and I’m gonna find a way to fix it.”
“You think he’s homesick?” Logan asked from where he was still stretched out under the hood. He didn’t even pop his head up to speak. “I mean, I know the pampering shit bothers him and we all know the other shit plays a big factor in how he’s feeling, but Thanksgiving’s in a few days and maybe the pup’s just a little homesick for his friends and shit.”
Surprised, Remy tipped his head to the side a little, thinking about it. What Logan said made sense. Remy knew that the week of bed rest and then the pampering everyone had been giving for the past month were big factors in Spencer's current foul mood. He also knew, though others didn’t seem to realize it, that Spencer had made a sort of peace about the loss of William. A month had gone by since the events in Vegas and since they’d found out about William’s death. A month in which Spencer had found the inner peace he needed for this. Though there was no new word on those that William had been working with or who had actually killed him, Spencer had told Remy that he wasn’t going to let himself stress too much over it. “One, it isn’t good for the boys.” He’d told Remy. “And two, I’m not afraid here with all of you. I know you won’t let anything happen and I know that neither will anyone else here. I’m not going to be stupid and not be cautious, but I’m not going to let it rule my life either, Remy.”
But in all this he’d never once stopped to think that with the up and coming holidays, Spencer might be missing his friends. Dammit. Why hadn’t he seen that? Of course Spencer missed them! “Merde.” A scowl settled on his face. How was he going to fix this? “I can’t take him out dere to dem. Not right now. He’s too close to term f’ him to travel anymore. Henri told us dat yesterday at de appointment.” Spencer had just reached his twenty sixth week, almost to his seven month mark. Hank didn’t want him traveling far right now. Spencer had all the statistics on premature labor for those carrying twins and Remy had heard it all already. He had no problems agreeing with Hank’s decree. Anything to keep all his boys safe. He smiled a little to himself as he remembered hearing their heartbeats. Hank hadn’t done an ultrasound this time; he said it wasn’t healthy to do one weekly. They’d do another next week, then again in two weeks. Still, hearing their hearts, feeling their kicks, always brought a grin to Remy’s face. Those were his boys. His little boys.
“Why don’t you bring them here?” Jean’s suggestion interrupted Remy’s thoughts.
Surprised, he looked up at her. Bring them here? “Mais dey prolly already got plans f’ de holiday. It’s only two days away, Cher.”
“Well, you can always do a second holiday.” She moved over to stand beside him, her back against the driver’s door. “Maybe set things up at the boathouse and prepare a more private dinner with you guys and whoever you can get to come. Maybe, if they can’t come for Christmas, this can kind of be your combination Thanksgiving/Christmas get together, too.”
Now that definitely had merit to it. Remy’s lips curved as the idea took root in his mind. It wouldn’t take much to make a few calls, see what everyone had planned and if there was a way they could come out, even just for a day. It wasn’t like it was a long train ride or flight away. If they needed help with fare, he could always arrange that for them. Then Spencer would get to see his family—and there was no denying those friends were more family than friends—and he would also stay close to home as Hank wanted. The more he thought about this, the better it sounded. Remy pushed off the truck and impulsively grabbed Jean’s hand, pulling her in and giving her a quick spin. He bent her back into a dip, snatching a quick kiss. “Y’r brilliant, Cher.” Straightening, he spun her back out again, enjoying the way her laugh echoed around them. “Gonna go make a few phone calls. Merci, Jeannie!”
It only took an hour for Remy to arrange what he needed to arrange. He got a hold of each member of Spencer's team and made plans with them all to get together one week exactly after Thanksgiving to do a sort of Thanksgiving/Christmas get together. They were all beyond excited about it and Remy could barely contain his own excitement. This was just the thing his partner needed to pull up out of the funk he was in. This was exactly what he needed. Remy made sure to tell them all that he wanted this a surprise, though. One, because he knew if he told Spencer, he’d spend the next week being driven out of his mind by the young man as they waited for everyone to get here. Two, he couldn’t resist the urge to surprise him. It was just too much to resist. So he made his plans, put everything together that he could for now, and he grinned to himself the entire time. He couldn’t wait for next week to get here!
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