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Big Mistake	By : lilvior Category: X-men Comics > Slash - Male/Male > Remy/Logan Views: 4510 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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First of all thanks to Lily for reviewing, but I
really do like Remy! He�s my fave character! I�m much
nicer to him in my other fics. Please keep reading
and reviewing!!

Big Mistake

Chapter 2

�Before you
started tokin�

You used to have a
brain
But now you don�t
get even the simplest of things
I can draw a little
picture
Or even use my
hands
I try to explain
but you just don�t understand

Man you�re really
losin� it
And you�ve really
done a lot of junk now
But you keep on
abusin� it
What in the world
happened to you?�
What
Happened To You? � The Offspring

It was almost midday when Logan awoke. His head should have been
pounding and his muscles should have ached, but thanks to his healing factor,
the only thing that seemed strange was that he couldn�t remember what had
happened the night before.
He stretched and climbed out of bed, trying to put together
pieces of memories.
He and Gumbo had been at Harry�s, drinking too much, as
usual. He remembered Remy talking about how much he wished Cyke would just get
off his back about the whole hitting Jean thing. Remy had been really drunk,
but something else as well�
Logan
rubbed his temples, encouraging recollections. He thought he remembered seeing
Remy take cocaine, but that couldn�t be right. It wasn�t the kid�s style.
But why couldn�t he remember?
Unless� Maybe he�d been stoned too.
He turned back to the bed to pull the sheets straight, and
stopped dead still.
Half the bed was soaked in blood. How hadn�t he noticed that
before? And whose blood was it?
As he strained his mind to take him back to the night
before, he remembered they hadn�t bought anyone home with them. Maybe there�d
been a fight? But Logan
wouldn�t still have been bleeding by the time he got to bed. Maybe he�d had a
fight in the room. Maybe with Remy�
Logan
cringed as he saw a trail of bloody footprints lead out of the door and down
the hallway. Yup, chances were that was Remy�s blood.
But then more questions, why had he been in Logan�s room? How had he been hurt?
Of course the clever thing to do would be to go and ask Remy
what he remembered.
Logan pulled on some clothes, disturbed to see dried blood
on his skin, he decided a shower would have to wait until he had this sorted
out and made sure Gumbo was okay.
He followed the trail three doors down to Remy�s room; he
took a deep breath and opened the door.
Remy was curled up on the bed, surrounded by blood. With a
shaking hand, Logan
rolled Remy over; the kid�s shirt fell open to reveal three parallel gashes.
Wolverine�s trademark.
�Shit.� Logan
muttered, the wounds seemed to have stopped bleeding, but Remy looked awful.
At the sound of his voice, Remy�s eyes flew open; he threw
himself to the end of the bed and threw up.
He was vomiting for about five minutes before his stomach
let him relax, staring down into the bloody puddle of puke, he groaned.
�Mon dieu.� He sat up again and
looked at Logan,
�I feel like shit.� Then he started coughing.
�Ya look like it too.� Logan
said, he pointed to the Cajun�s chest, �Know anythin� about that?� he asked, he
didn�t know what to expect, anger, confusion, but certainly not what he got.
Remy started laughing hysterically.
�Y� don� �member!� It wasn�t a question, but Logan answered anyway.
�No, do you?� he growled.
�Vaguely.� Then he started dry
heaving over the edge of the bed, when he sat up again his nose was bleeding.
�I t�ink I�m still fuckin� trippin�, je suis desole.�
�Ya what?�
�Je suis desole, I�m sorry.� Then
his eyes started rolling back, Logan
grabbed him round the waist and shook him.
�What�re ya sorry for? Wake up!�
Remy�s head lolled, and then he looked up at Logan and grinned, a
horrible, creepy grin like the grin of a corpse,
�I fucked y�.� He waited to see the registration on Logan�s face, then
continued, �I drugged y�r drink, den I fucked y� on y�r bed.�
He chose that cliffhanger moment to pass out, and as much as
Logan shook
him, he wouldn�t wake up.

It couldn�t be true. The kid was just fucking with his head�
But it would explain everything; why he didn�t remember anything, why he�d
slashed Remy�s chest.
Logan
decided that if it were true he would kill the little bastard.
He left and went to the infirmary.
�Hank, test this.� He picked up a syringe and filled it with
his blood.
Hank�s eyes widened, Logan
stayed away from the infirmary as much as he could, and, although he managed to
keep it a well-guarded secret from the others, he had an acute phobia of
needles � understandably. Hank took the dripping syringe from Logan.
�Uh, what exactly is it you want this tested for?� he asked,
he was more used to doing this for Gambit, the stupid kid was always showing up
saying he�d slept with some prostitute and wanted to know if he�d caught
anything.
�Drugs.�
�Ah yes, I thought I saw you heading to the pub with young
Remy last night.� He shared the blood out into five test tubes, and then
stoppered them.
�What�s that supposed to mean?� Logan asked, he was
suddenly looking very angry.
�I assumed you knew?� Oops, there went patient/doctor
confidentiality, �Remy has a severe drug problem, he�s been trying to get over
it, clean for a month, up until last night, I guess.�
�You never told me.�
�I thought he would have told you; he idolises you.� Hank
took a deep breath. �Since Antarctica he has
been addicted to cocaine, I found out when I was running some� routine blood
tests on him. I decided it would be best to tackle the narcotics before
starting to try getting him to quit alcohol.�
�I had no idea.�
�Was he stoned last night?�
It was now Logan�s
turn to draw a deep breath.
�Yeah. He says he put something in
my drink, which fits, �cos I can�t remember a damned thing about last night.
Except I know at some point I slashed his chest, there�s blood all over my
bed.�
This didn�t sound good, Hank had really gotten to know Remy
recently, and he had made a little understatement when he said Remy idolised
Logan, it was a
little more than that. But Remy was suffering, his drug problem was serious,
Hank had wondered if maybe Logan
would be the only one who could help.
But if Remy had drugged Logan�s drink, well, the implications were
plentiful. Remy had been in Logan�s bed when he
slashed his chest, it was probably self-defence on Logan�s part. A drug problem was no excuse.
�I could do a, uhm-�
�No, that won�t be necessary, Hank.� He cringed as he
thought of his next task. �I have a bad feelin� about this.�

Somehow, on his way back up to his room, Logan managed to miss
Remy coming down from his to the infirmary. He wore only tiny boxers and the
open white shirt he�d been wearing the night before which was now bloodstained.
Half way down the stairs he saw Scott coming up towards him.
�Hey Cyke.� He said, he�d already
noticed the curious expression on Scott�s face, he knew he had to act normal;
he pulled the shirt closed over his bloody chest.
�You do realise you�re covered in blood, don�t you?� Cyclops
asked, raising one eyebrow,
�Er, yah, I kinda noticed.� Then he smiled that smile that
normally made people�s knees go weak, fortunately, Scott was used to Remy
coming on to him, and it was a smirk to him. Nonetheless, he no longer felt the
desire to press Remy for further details.
After that, Remy legged it the rest of the way to the
infirmary. He had to see Hank.

Hank had finished running tests on Logan�s blood; the results had been
depressing to say the least. He had tested positive for a drug similar in
properties to rohypnol.
Hank sighed, they�d been so close
to ending this distasteful episode of Remy�s life, something must have happened
to make him this� depraved?
�I fucked up, Hank.� It was Remy�s voice, coming from the
doorway.
�Oh Remy.� Hank shook his head,
�This is unforgivable, you drugged and raped a team member, did you not?�
Remy�s face took on a horrified expression,
�Non! Dat�s not what happened!� He
had started backing away already. �Non, I drugged
him�� He did look truly disgusted with himself, �But Logan wanted uh, �it�.�
His eyes were pleading and somewhat innocent. �I shouldn� have done it, but� y�
know how I feel �bout Logan,
I wasn� gon� pass de
opportunity up.�
He fell to his knees on the floor, eyes creased up and
teary. Begging for forgiveness.
�Remy, calm down, tell me exactly what happened.�
��Kay.�

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Big Mistake

First of all thanks to Lily for reviewing, but Ireally do like Remy! He�s my fave character! I�m muchnicer to him in my other fics. Please keep readingand reviewing!!

Big Mistake

�Before youstarted tokin�

First of all thanks to Lily for reviewing, but I
really do like Remy! He�s my fave character! I�m much
nicer to him in my other fics. Please keep reading
and reviewing!!

�Before you
started tokin�