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Origins	By : jukeboxcsi Category: X-men Comics > Slash - Male/Male > Remy/Logan Views: 15735 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Author's Note
- 2-Ch 1
- 3-Ch 2
- 4-Ch 3
- 5-Ch 4
- 6-Ch 5
- 7-Ch 6
- 8-Ch 7
- 9-Ch 8
- 10-Ch 9
- 11-Ch 10
- 12-Ch 11
- 13-Ch 12
- 14-Ch 13
- 15-Ch 14
- 16-Ch 15
- 17-Ch 16
- 18-Ch 17
- 19-Ch 18
- 20-Ch 19
- 21-Ch 20
- 22-Ch 21
- 23-Ch 22
- 24-Ch 23
- 25-Ch 24
- 26-Ch 25
- 27-Ch 26
- 28-Ch 27
- 29-Ch 28
- 30-Ch 29
- 31-Ch 30
- 32-Ch 31
- 33-Ch 32
- 34-Ch 33
- 2
- 3
- 4
See disclaimers, notes,
and warnings in first chap

chapter
2

Red-black
eyes fluttered open. Remy shot up-right in the bed looking around in panic.
For a moment, he didn�t know where he was. An audible sigh passed from his
lips as he realized he was in the room assigned to him at the school. He
must have fallen asleep; the exertion of the stake-out coupled with the uncomfortable
accommodations at the seedy motel he had been staying in had finally caught
up with him. What bothered him the most was that he slept deeply without
any dreams or nightmares and from the look of the darkened window and sounds
of rain outside, he was out most of the day. It had been a long time since
he had felt safe enough to let his guard down so completely. Quickly, he
checked his shields and searched within for any signs that his mind had been
scanned, breathing a sigh of relief when he could find nothing to indicate
it.

Getting
to his feet he grabbed his coat, deciding that he needed to leave and get
his stuff. He didn�t have much at the motel; mostly clothes and a few packs
of cards. But what was there belonged completely to him and he would be damned
if he was going to leave it for some junkie to scavenge. The one thing he
wouldn�t risk, however, was his precious staff. It stayed with him at all
times. Quietly making way down the hall, Remy�s first stop was the shared
bathroom. After making sure no one was around, he made use of it quickly,
hoping to leave and come back before anyone noticed. He stole down the stairs
at a noiseless pace and was about to head for the door when his stomach protested,
loudly.

Remy
frowned at the broken solitude caused by the rumbling. Some t�ief I be.
Gonna wake de dead wit� all dis noise. Sighing at the thought, he decided
to grab a quick bite. He hadn�t eaten since yesterday and the body could
only go so far without fuel. Padding to the kitchen as smoothly as a cat,
he eased the door open after using his gift to make sure no one was on the
other side. When he flipped the light switch and blinked away the temporary
blindness, he searched around, noting the clock on the wall. It was well
after midnight, most likely the reason no one was roaming around the house
besides him.

Moving
silently to the refrigerator, Remy opened the door and gawked. It was packed
with all kinds of mouth watering food; more food than he had seen in one place
in a long time. Snatching up some items, he made himself a cold meal and
wolfed it down in record time; the thought briefly crossing his mind that
he might be sick from eating too fast. But, if there was one thing he learned
in his youth, it was to eat as much as you can as fast as you can because
you never knew if someone was going to take it from you or when your next
meal might be. After he stuffed his face and satisfied his belly, he opened
the pantry door and was again momentarily awed at the sheer amount of goods.
There was no way these people would miss a few of the stocks from this bounty.
And he needed it more than they did. So, he grabbed a paper bag from the
top shelf and filled it with some of the canned items; bread, and a couple
of soda bottles. The bag was full and he wished he could grab more, but there
was only so much he could carry.

Remy
flipped the light switch off and headed for the back door, closing it behind
him as quietly as possible. Perhaps this assignment held other, more personal
benefits to be taken advantage of, he mused. No sooner had he turned to step
off the porch when he was startled from his thoughts by a voice to his right.

�What�s
in the bag, kid?�

Cursing
himself as six kinds of a fool for not paying attention, Remy turned to face
the man behind the voice. �Uh�Logan, yeh?� Though it was fairly dark, his
night vision was better than most and he could make out the slight nod of
the older man in the chair. �S�not�ing important.� He was thankful for the
lack of light as he struggled to put his mask back in place, he could tell
he looked guilty; the surprise of getting caught both embarrassing and disconcerting.
It was truly unlike him to lose his composure in front of anyone. But something
about this man kept him off balance. Perhaps it was the feral nature, having
experienced something similar once before.

There
was an uncomfortable silence while he waited for the older man to say something.
Shifting the bag to his other hip, he decided to make his escape while the
getting was good. �Remy gonna get his stuff now.�

�So
ya�re coming back.� It wasn�t a question, more a statement of fact. There
was a momentary flicker of light as a match was struck, illuminating the older
man�s features as he brought it up to light the cigar in his mouth. Logan
sucked in the flavor, enjoying and savoring the taste, before pulling the
stogie from his mouth to exhale slowly. Deliberately stalling as he stretched
his senses to hear the boy�s breathing and heartbeat, as well as take in the
boy�s scent, Logan was using the opportunity to gauge the kid. His super
sensitivities gave him the chance to read a person the way very few could,
and his mutant abilities were telling him the boy was as nervous as a rabbit;
ready to bolt at the slightest hint of danger. That was not something Logan
wanted. He wanted, no needed, the kid to come back, a fact that disturbed
him a great deal. Normally, he couldn�t care less if someone passed up the
opportunities presented them at the school. After all, it was their decision
and who was he to question anybody�s personal life choices. But, this was
different. Something about this boy made him cringe at the thought he may
never see the kid again.

Logan
decided to push that to the back of his mind to analyze at a later time.
Right now, he needed to tread carefully so he wouldn�t spook the boy. �Fine,
but ya didn�t answer my question. What�s in the bag?� For some reason, Logan
couldn�t let it go, though his nose already told him it was packed with food.

Anger
welled up inside Remy. Briefly, he considered throwing the bag at the older
man, his pride bristling at the unsaid accusation and the intrusion into his
privacy. But, they needed it. And he would be damned to let his pride
cause suffering by getting in the way of delivering the much needed supplies.
He took a deep breath to give himself a moment to think before responding.
�S�food. Was a bit hungry.�

Logan
closed his eyes briefly, glad that the boy told him the truth. �There�s plenty
to eat kid. Ya ain�t got to sneak in to get it either. And we won�t take
it from ya.�

Remy
stared at the older man, his luminous eyes glowing in the dark. He lowered
his head to look at the bag then glanced back at the man puffing on his cigar.
�T�anks� he whispered as he turned to leave.

Blowing
out another cloud of smoke, Logan didn�t even turn to watch the boy leave,
just listened to the sound of his steps growing fainter. �Ya�re welcome,
kid.�

End ch 2

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