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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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AN - There is a total Spencer OOC moment in here that I added per request from someone and cause, well, it made us laugh. So I hope you enjoy it :D If not, then sorry. But My friend and I decided that Spencer deserves a little different past than what others think, so there are things in Spencer's past that aren't in the show. Ok? Ok! Read on! And thank you to my one reviewer!!!!

Spencer woke once the whole trip, when they stopped off somewhere to stretch and use the bathroom. He yawned his way through the pit stop but obediently stretched his legs and took advantage of the restroom. As soon as they were back in the car he’d tucked himself against Remy’s side and gone to sleep once more. The next time Spencer woke, everything around him looked different. He blinked, trying to clear the sleep from his eyes, scowling as the evening sun seemed to blind him a little. How long had he been asleep? Groggy, he shifted his weight, a yawn stretching his mouth for a moment. Still scowling, he buried his head back against Remy. He could feel his lover chuckle slightly. “Come on now, sleepy head. Y’ve done slept de whole trip away. Mais, y’ must’ve been tired, mon amour.”
“I haven’t been sleeping well lately.” Spencer mumbled. He gave another yawn. “And I’m always tired anymore.”
Another warm chuckle. “Henri said y’ would be, remember? Told y’ to listen to y’r body and sleep when y’ need. Der’s a lot changing in der, oui?” His hand shifted and gave a tug at Spencer’s ponytail. “But f’ now, up, up, Cher. We’re almost at da gate.”
“Don’t care.” Spencer smiled to himself and tried to snuggle in more. “Sleeping.”
“Non, it’s time to wake up.”
“Uh-uh.”
Snorting, Remy poked at him. “Get up, y’ lazy bum.”
“Kiss my ass, you Cajun bum.” Spencer yawned out.
“D’accord.” Remy easily agreed. “Once we’re in our room.”
From the front seat, Logan snorted. He stopped the car to enter the code at the gate and then they were heading up the drive. “That wasn’t an image I needed, Gumbo.”
“Jealous, mon ami? Y’ trying to say y’ want Remy to kiss y’r ass too?”
“In your dreams.” Logan pressed the button to open the garage door and pulled them inside. As soon as he had the car parked and off, he turned around and looked at them, a grin spreading over his face. “Looks like your better half fell back asleep again.”
That had Remy looking down. Sure enough, Spencer had his eyes closed and looked like he’d once again fallen asleep. Remy didn’t realize how his expression softened as he watched Spencer. “It’s lucky dat I been around carrying women afore and I know dat dis is normal. Plus, Morgan tells me Spencer aint been sleeping well lately. I’m glad he’s catching up on some.”
“You do realize there is no possible way to actually ‘catch up’ on sleep?” Spencer mumbled sleepily. One of his hands came up to wipe over his face. “And Morgan talks far, far too much about things that aren’t his business. Are we home, then?”
Hearing Spencer call this place home had Remy smiling broadly. “Oui, Cher.”
“Oh.” Sitting up, Spencer unhooked his seatbelt and stretched out the small kink in his neck. One hand settled on his stomach to rub absently. “Is there a chance of food here?”
This time Remy and Logan both laughed. “There’s always something to eat here, kid.” Logan told him. The three climbed out of the truck, stretching out muscles that were stiff from riding for hours on end. Spencer put his hands above his head and stretched up with a large yawn, making his ears pop. When he dropped his arms back down, he looked at them and gave a smile that was still slightly sleepy at the edges. “Well, if there’s food, does someone plan on feeding me? I haven’t eaten since I threw up this morning.”
“Oh, I bet there’ll be plenty of people who’ll feed you, bub.”
Remy reached out and smacked Logan’s arm. “Sh! Mais, homme, y’ just hush and take advantage of him being agreeable bout it. Give it a few days and he’s gonna be complaining at being fed, not asking f’ it.” Turning, Remy fixed one of his most charming smiles on his lips, offering one arm to Spencer. “Allez, mon cœur. Let’s go get y’ some food. What might y’ be hungry for, hm?”
A snicker slipped past Spencer’s lips, He slipped his hand into the crook of Remy’s arm, drawing himself up to his full height and letting his bearing turn every bit as regal as Remy was pretending. He could feel the playfulness in Remy as well as the joy and he knew the cause of it; he knew how happy it made Remy just to have Spencer moving in. Even more so with this pregnancy. How could Spencer feel that good mood just rolling off of Remy and not be caught up in it? His sleepiness was forgotten as he and Remy made their way into the house, Logan following behind and chuckling at them.
The trio made their way into the kitchen, still moving just as regally as before. Spencer smothered a smile when he saw Jean, Scott and Bobby in the room, three of the people he actually knew here and was friendly with. But keeping with the act, he left his nose in the air and allowed Remy to escort him to the table. The Cajun pulled out the chair for him. “Y’r chair, M. Spencer.”
“Mercie beaucoup.” Spencer replied smoothly. He took the seat and allowed Remy to push his chair in. it was hard not to laugh when Remy moved to stand beside the table, one arm over his waist and the other behind his back, looking for all the world like a classy waiter. “Is der anything I can get y’ to start with, M. Spencer?”
Spencer pretended to dust at fake dust on his pants, giving a soft sniff. “A glass of water would be fine, merci.”
The loud snort Logan gave broke into their game. “You two are lunatics.” He said with a shake of his head. He leaned in the fridge, grabbing himself a beer and setting it on the counter. “I’m making myself a sandwich, scrawny. You want one or what?”
A sandwich did sound good. Spencer dropped the regal act and let an impish grin curve his lips. “Yes, please, Logan. Thank you.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
While Logan mad sandwiches and Remy went to get a glass of water, Spencer turned to look at the three other occupants of the room. “Hey, guys. How’re you doing tonight?”
“Doing well, Spencer. And look at you! You look like you’re doing wonderful!” Jean exclaimed.
Twisting in his chair, Scott looked him over, smirking slightly. “Nice clothes, Dr. Reid.” He deliberately used the title to make the taunt even more obvious. Spencer felt his cheeks heat but he didn’t back down. Instead, he angled his chin up just a little. “It was comfortable and all my other things were packed away already.”
“You guys got everything here, then, without any problems? An easy trip?”
That had Spencer ducking his head just slightly. Before he could answer, Remy was laughing and bringing his water over. “Not like dis homme would know. Slept da whole way, he did. We had to get him up and make him walk at da rest stop and he just went right back to sleep afterwards.”
Jean nodded sagely. “Your body is going through quite an adjustment. It’s only natural that you’re so tired. Indulge it while you can. Once the children arrive, you’ll be wishing you had a chance to nap some.”
A soft scoffing sound came from the other side of them. Spencer heard it and he knew the only person it could have come from was Bobby. So, that pretty much told him how Bobby felt about this whole thing. The disgust in that sound had been obvious. Well, so long as he kept his opinions to himself, Spencer decided that now was not the time to worry about it. Right now he was in too good of a mood and the last thing he wanted was for it to be spoiled by someone else’s prejudices. Instead of reacting, he just smiled at Jean and Scott and said “I’ve already been warned that, once they arrive, it’s extremely smart to nap when they do. I plan to fully take advantage of that if possible.”
Logan made his way over to the table, setting down a plate in front of Spencer and then taking the seat across from him with his own food. “Eat up, kid.”
That was an easy order to follow. While the others discussed the trip, Spencer dug into his sandwich, realizing as he started to eat just how hungry he was. He hadn’t eaten since the pizza he’d thrown up before they left and his body was craving the sustenance that he was putting into it now. It didn’t take him long to polish off the stacked lunchmeat sandwich down to the very last crumb. When he was done, he rose and took his plate over to rinse it off in the sink.
Jean gave him one of her motherly looks. “At least you seem to have an appetite.”
“For now,” Spencer started to say. His words were interrupted by Bobby’s murmur of “Course he does. Gotta feed the parasites inside him.”
Shock had Spencer turning to stare. Bobby was bent over the plate of food he was supposed to be eating, glowering down at it. His words shocked everyone in the room. No one got a chance to speak up before Remy was right beside him, grabbing his shoulder to turn him slightly. “What da hell is y’r problem, Robert?” He snapped out.
Bobby glowered at him and rose to his feet. “My problem is that everyone is treating this like it’s normal and it’s not! Men are not meant to have babies! Those aren’t sweet little kids in there. They’re parasites!”
It didn’t take a telepath to be able to read the two men and know what they were going to do. Spencer knew he couldn’t stop it. There was nothing he could do when Remy stepped threateningly forward and Bobby shoved him back. But that shove put them both right where Spencer could do something about this. Bobby’s hands were lifted as if to shove again and Remy’s hand was lifted like he was going to throw a punch. Quick as a flash, Spencer grabbed knives from the butcher block by the sink and threw.
The sound of the knives flying and the solid thunk they made when they connected with the wall cut off any words anyone was going to say. All eyes were drawn to where Remy’s hand was pinned to the wall by a knife through his coat sleeve and then over to Bobby’s hand, which was pinned the same way. Remy knew better than to move. Bobby, however, didn’t. His eyes flashed around the room before he brought his free hand up to yank the knife free. Spencer threw another, letting it land in the wall right in front of Bobby’s face, freezing him.
In the silence of the room, Spencer stalked forward, temper practically boiling over. “That is enough.” He snarled at the two of them. His stopped in front of them, turning to glare at Bobby. “You and I had a friendship before you found this out about me. I had hoped that the friendship would be able to survive this kind of news. The fact that it can’t does hurt, but I’ll get over it. You can say or think anything in the world that you want to about me, but you will watch your mouth about my children or the next time I come after you, I guarantee that I won’t aim so…nicely.”
Hands on his hips, Spencer turned his glare toward Remy. The Cajun grimaced and ducked his head slightly as Spencer started to lecture him now. “And you. I will make this clear right here and now and it had better be something you remember, Remy LeBeau. Just because I am pregnant does not make me the woman in this relationship. I am as much of a man as you, despite having the ability to carry children, and I am fully capable of acting like a man and standing up for myself. You want to play the bad ass hero, you just go out on another mission and do it there. But here, with us, you damn well better remember that I’m not as pathetic or incompetent as everyone seems to believe I am. I may look pitiful and weak, but that does not mean I can’t defend myself when the need calls for it, as I’ve proved to you more than once. I suggest you remember that.”
“I don’t t’ink y’r…” Remy started to say.
Spencer shook his head and cut him off. “I don’t really want to hear it right now. I am sore from sleeping in the car, somehow I’m still tired, and now I’m going to the boathouse to go to bed and try to fall asleep before the food decides that it doesn’t want to stay in my stomach. If you think you can get your macho act under control, come join me. If not, then sleep in the yard for all I give a damn.” And with that said, Spencer turned and stalked straight out of the kitchen.
The room stayed quiet for a long moment. Remy sighed and reached up, grabbing the hilt of the knife and yanking it out of the wall, releasing his other hand. Beside him, Bobby was staring at the knife in front of his face. The young man was in shock. Never had he thought that Spencer—the quiet, shy, surprisingly funny Spencer—would ever threaten him! “He could have killed me.”
Remy made a disgusted sound as he walked over to the sink to rinse the knife off. “He don’t miss what he aims f’. If he’d wanted to kill y’, den y’d be dead. He wanted to stop us fighting, first of all, and knew he couldn’t get cross da room in time. Da second knife was to warn y’ not to move till he was done.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen Spencer that angry.” Jean said with surprise. She looked over at the holes in the wall. “Then again, I don’t know that I’ve ever really seen him angry at all. His hormones must really be all over the place.”
To her surprise, Remy, Logan and Scott all laughed out loud. Reaching over, Scott put a hand on her shoulder, grinning at her. “You’ll get to know a whole new side of Spencer here, Jean. That wasn’t the hormones. Underneath that quiet boy persona that he puts out, Spencer has a raging temper that he’s never really been allowed to set free.”
Remy nodded in agreement. “Oui, mon ami. People t’ink dat Spencer don’t feel t’ings as much as others. Truth is, dat homme feel t’ings so strong. Got a passion in him f’ t’ings, no matter what it is he’s feeling. Just aint never been safe enough to let dem t’ings out without it hurting him in some way. Took Remy almost six months to get Spencer to finally fight when he got mad.” Leaning against the counter, Remy grinned at the memory. “Mais, dat was a fine temper he had dat day. T’rew t’ings at Remy.” Reaching up, he pulled back his hair, showing them a small scar on the hairline of his forehead, hidden by bangs. “See dat? Dat’s f’ moving too slow and not jumping outta da way of da lamp.” His grin was sharp and proud.
Laughter danced in Jean’s eyes. “He’s a thrower, is he?” It was well known that Jean could be one as well when she got mad; the downside for hers was that she could use her TK to help her throw things at the person dumb enough to get her that mad.
Remy put a hand over his heart and sighed theatrically. No one paid any attention to Bobby slinking from the room. “Oh, Cher, dat man, y’ should see him when he gets dat mad. He’s so beau when he gets in a fine temper. An da making up, dat’s always fun too, oui?” he winked with his last comment. As they laughed at him, Remy pushed away from the counter, still grinning. “Now, Remy gonna go on down der and grovel real good and convince Spencer to let me make it up to him. Bonne nuit, mes amis!”
The three left in the room were all shaking their heads as they watched their Cajun friend almost skip from the room. “I get the feeling things are about to get much more interesting around here.” Jean joked. She smiled as she said it, though.
Logan put his plate in the sink and took the final drink off his beer. “He’s a good kid to have around. Don’t worry, he won’t cause any real trouble. Most of his temper tends to come out on Gumbo, not others. He’s still too scared to really blow at anyone else.”
One word in there caught Jean’s attention. “Scared?”
Leaning on the island, Scott sighed and nodded. He and Spencer had talked, quite often, and they had built a strong friendship together. He was one of the few people that knew some of Spencer’s past, though he hadn’t known about this male pregnancy condition until the meeting. “Let’s just say he’s had his fair share of bashing, sweetheart.”
“But he’s a good guy.” Logan added in quietly. “We’re lucky to have him here.”
Scott nodded in agreement. “Yeah, we are.”
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