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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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It was hours later that Spencer heard the familiar sounds that signified the return of the others to the mansion. Some of the knot inside seemed to ease a little. They were back. He felt his shoulders relax just a little, losing some of the tension in them. Unable to resist, he reached along the link he and Remy shared, seeking to feel him. He was close enough now that they should be able to. But he found the link blocked. Remy wasn’t gone, he had just pulled his shields up strong enough that Spencer only had the vaguest sense of him.
The other BAU members had already had to leave to fly back home, so only Morgan was with him as Spencer stopped in the middle of the hallway. He closed his eyes and focused on that link, trying to read what little he could, but Remy’s shields were too strong. That brought the worry back tenfold. Remy only shielded from him when he was hurting or when his emotions were really, really strong. Without saying a word to Morgan, Spencer turned and headed to the elevator.
When they stepped inside, Morgan put a hand on Spencer’s shoulder. “Reid, what is it? What’s going on?”
“They’re back and I can’t feel Remy.” Spencer snapped the words harder than he’d intended. His hands protectively came to rest over his stomach. Remy was fine. He had to be fine. He just had to be.
The doors were barely open when Spencer moved quickly out of them. The halls were empty but for one single person. Spencer didn’t even stop to think about that person being Bobby or to bother with worrying about how Bobby was going to act toward him. He rushed straight toward him. “Bobby!”
The mutant froze for just a second before continuing to walk on as if Spencer hadn’t said a word. That didn’t stop Spencer, though. He called his name again right before he reached him. Grabbing his arm, he stopped the other man, ignoring the hard glare that was shot his way. “Bobby, where’s Remy? What happened?”
“Let go of me.” Bobby practically snarled.
Spencer didn’t even flinch. “Please, Bobby. Where is Remy at?”
With a huge tug, Bobby yanked his arm free, making Spencer stumble. It was only Morgan’s hands that managed to keep Spencer from stumbling down to the ground. With a glare as icy as his namesake, Bobby said “The fool got hurt and he’s in the Med Lab. Maybe this’ll teach him not to be such a damn show off. Now, keep your fucking hands off of me, you disgusting little freak.”
Worry transformed into outright fear. If Morgan hadn’t already been holding him up, Spencer was sure he would have melted down to the ground. He didn’t even pay attention to the insult at the end, or to the way that Morgan snapped out “Hey! Watch your damn mouth!” at Bobby. All Spencer could think of were the words ‘the fool got hurt’. He had to get to the Med Lab and see Remy and see that he was ok. Panic clawed its way at Spencer’s insides, battling behind the shields he had tightly up. He didn’t want Remy worry about him because of his emotions.
Spencer started to move, gripping tightly to Morgan’s arm. He barely registered his feet carrying him to the Med Lab, or even inside. His world was focused on one thing and one thing only. His gaze moved over the occupants of the room, quickly finding and settling on the one that mattered most. Half of him wanted to moan at the sight of blood on Remy’s face. The other half registered that all that blood seemed to come from a cut on Remy’s head that was stitched up already and was being wiped clean by Hank. The Cajun sat on one of the exam beds in just his jeans, scowling down at his lap.
Relief had his knees going weak. Again, Morgan was forced to support his weight. At the same time, the others noticed their entrance. Logan was the first to see him and his muttered “Shit” drew the attention of the others. All eyes moved to where Spencer stood, leaning heavily on Morgan’s arms, the older man very obviously supporting him.
Like a flash Remy was pushing himself off the bed. He ignored Hank’s protests and slipped around the hands that reached for him. His eyes were locked on Spencer as he made his way over. “Hey, Cher, it’s ok. Everyt’ings fine, yeah.” The reassuring words flowed over Spencer, wrapping around him. When Remy got close he reached out and gathered Spencer into his arms, turning his head so that the bloody side of his face wasn’t touching his lover.
Spencer simply melted into Remy’s arms. He slid his own arms around Remy’s waist, letting his hands splay against his back, clinging to him and drawing in the heat and scent that was his Cajun. “You’re ok.” He murmured against the curve of Remy’s neck.
The arms around him tightened, one hand rubbing at his back while the other cupped the back of his head. “I’m fine, Cher. Just a cut on my head, dat’s all. Y’ know me, Spencer. I told y’ I was gonna come home to y’. Aint lied to y’ yet, have I? Don’t want y’ worrying so hard f’ me.”
“I wasn’t that worried at first.” Not bothering to move, Spencer kept his eyes closed and clung just a little tighter, letting Remy’s touch chase away the last remnants of his fear. “I knew you were back, but I couldn’t feel you, so I was a little worried. I came down to find out what was going on and I caught Bobby. He told me you’d been hurt and were here and that mixed with not being able to feel you, well, you only shield me out when you’re feeling too strong or you’re hurt.”
He felt Remy’s cheek rub lightly against the side of his head. “I didn’t even realize I’d shut y’ out, mon cœur. Was just trying to lock down so de stitches didn’t bother me. Y’ know me and de lab. But I’m fine. I’m right here with y’ and I’m fine now. D’accord?”
“Ok.”
Keeping an arm around Spencer’s shoulders, Remy made his way back over to the table so he could finish getting cleaned up. While he did that, Logan moved over to stand with Morgan. “Hey, Morgan. Didn’t know you were coming to visit.” The feral man said.
Morgan’s eyes were locked on Spencer for the moment. “Yeah, we all showed up and surprised the kid. The others had to leave to go home, but I’ve got a few days of vacation to stay here.” Temper had Morgan turning his head to look at Logan. “By the way, what the hell is this Bobby kid’s problem?”
“What did he do?” Logan asked sharply. He kept his voice pitched low, eyes flickering over to the others before moving back to Morgan.
The darker man fought to keep his voice low as well. “Well first, he jerked his arm away from Reid when Reid touched him, almost knocking the kid over. Then, Reid just asked where Remy was and the guy just threw out that Remy was in here, hurt, and didn’t say a word about him being ok. He just let Reid think the worst. And then he called him a disgusting little freak. I don’t know who the hell this guy thinks he is, but mutant powers or not, I’ll kick his ass if he talks to Reid like that again.”
“Damn. You leave Icecube to me, Morgan. I’ll handle him. And don’t mention this to Gumbo. The last thing we need is for him going out and trying to kill Drake.” A quick glance showed that Remy was cleaned up now and that Hank was taking a look at Spencer while scolding him about stress. Logan nodded and then looked back to Morgan. “Keep an eye on them for me. I’ll meet you guys upstairs for dinner.”
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It didn’t take Logan long to find Bobby. He followed the man’s scent trail upstairs and outside. Luckily there was a break in the day’s rain so Bobby’s scent didn’t wash away once he went outside. Logan followed it across the lawn and down to the lake. Temper begged to be set free; the urge to defend those that he considered in his ‘pack’—especially one that was breeding—was strong. But the other part of Logan, the part that considered Bobby a friend, the human part of him, had enough control to resist the urge to pound the kid into the ground.
On silent feet he made his way up to him. Just as silent, he stopped right at Bobby’s side, pulling a cigar from his pocket. He paid no attention to the way Bobby jumped when Logan lit the cigar; he didn’t even feel satisfaction at startling his prey. He simply stood there and puffed the cigar to life as Bobby scowled at him. “Damn, Logan! Why do you gotta sneak up on people like that?”
Logan shrugged and smirked. “It’s funny.”
“You have a twisted sense of humor, then.”
That had Logan snorting. “Don’t think you’ve got much room to talk, bub.” It was well known that Bobby was the resident prankster in the house.
For a little bit the two just stood there, Logan calmly smoking his cigar. Despite what others thought, he could be patient if he so chose. A hunter knew how to be patient. So he stayed quiet and smoked and waited for Bobby to speak first. It didn’t take very long. After only a little bit of standing there, Bobby shifted his weight uncomfortably and went on the defensive. “I know why you’re here and I didn’t do anything wrong.”
Squashing the flash of anger, Logan drew on his cigar. “Oh?”
“Yeah.” Bobby crossed his arms over his chest and shifted just a little further away from Logan. “I didn’t hurt him.”
“No, you didn’t. Not really.” Pausing, Logan cast a look to the side. “But you almost did.”
“What?”
“According to Morgan, you almost knocked the runt over when you jerked away from him. You imagine what a fall would do to him?” This time Logan turned fully to look at Bobby. “What’s going on, bub? You aint never been this cold to people you care about and you and Spencer were always friends. This can’t just be because he’s pregnant. What the hell is going on here?”
Bobby scowled and took another defensive step back. “It’s exactly because he’s pregnant. He’s a freak, Logan. And there’s nothing that says that I have to like him.”
“No, there aint. But there’s no excuse for being an ass, Icecube. Maybe ya didn’t hurt him physically, but ya hurt him inside. You told him Gumbo was hurt without even telling him he was ok. You just let him get scared as hell. That aint like you. You’re not that kind of guy.”
It looked for just a second like Bobby would melt a little. Then his face hardened back up once more. “He’s fine, isn’t he? The freak didn’t get hurt by it. I’m not going to apologize for not reassuring him and holding his hand. Now, I’m really in the mood to be alone right now, Logan.” He started to take off away from Logan when a firm hand grabbed his arm and held him in place.
Being patient and trying to understand was one thing; putting up with someone’s shit was another. Logan held Bobby in place and snarled at him. “I’m trying to be your friend and help you, but that doesn’t mean I won’t kick your ass, Drake. That kid aint done nothing to you to deserve your shit. I suggest you watch your damn mouth when you talk about him.” Releasing Bobby’s arm, Logan glared. “And you better hope that the Cajun don’t find out about the way you treated him. Trust me, he won’t be anywhere near as nice as me.” That said, he turned and made his way back up toward the mansion before he said or did anything he might regret. No matter what went down, Bobby was still a kid in Logan’s books. He couldn’t hurt a kid.
CXCX
Dinner was a happy affair. With a mission well completed and no casualties, the group had a reason to celebrate. That good mood carried over after dinner and into the TV room where, surprisingly, everyone settled in together, even the Professor. Conversations flew around the room, more than one seeming to happen at the same time. Logan and Morgan stood together, discussing the use of different styles of combat training. Warren and Betsy were talking with Rouge and Jean, laughing at some story that Rouge was telling. Hank was at one of the couches with Bishop and Kurt, carrying on a conversation that was far more technical than most of the room could understand. From Remy and Spencer’s spot on the loveseat, Remy was turned to one side, deep in discussion with Storm about the pumpkins that were being grown for Halloween. On the other side, Spencer was turned toward Scott and Charles, discussing the latest information he had on the Seattle halfway home. Though the two were turned apart, they stayed touching; Remy’s hand rested on Spencer’s stomach, with Spencer’s hand over top his.
At some point, Jubilee’s attention was caught by the couple on the loveseat and she couldn’t help but grin at them. “You two are too cute.” She said in a voice that was loud enough to catch the attention of a few people. When Remy and Spencer both turned to look at her, one grinning while the other blushed, Jubilee let out a laugh. “And you’re like total opposites sometimes, I swear. How on earth did y’all end up getting together?”
“Persistence.” Remy answered promptly. His answer made the room laugh. “Y’all t’ink Remy’s joking, but he aint. Had to be persistent to get dis homme to even take me seriously!”
“I’m joking.” With a roll of his eyes, Spencer poked him.
Remy looked over at him and gave him a heart-stopping grin. “Bout what, Cher?”
He poked Remy again and rolled his eyes. “Cul.” He insulted him.
Mock hurt filled Remy’s face. “Mais, Cher, y’ wound me! Insulting me, and in m’ own language too! What’s dis world coming to?”
Amidst the laughter of the room, Morgan called out to them. He leaned against the wall and grinned when the couple looked to him. “You’ve gotta give us more details, Remy. None of us could ever get more out of Reid than the fact that he met you at a lecture he gave.”
“Y’r kidding!” Remy exclaimed. He looked over at Spencer once more, who was trying to cover his face with one hand to hide his flaming cheeks. “Now dat aint very nice, Cher. Well, I’ll fix dat. Everyone just settle in and I’ll tell y’ bout de first time I met dis homme.”
To Spencer’s mortification, the whole room had gone quiet and everyone had eagerly settled in to listen. “I had no idea we were this interesting.” Spencer grumbled. He resigned himself to the story being told. Feeling ornery and wanting to be comfortable, he turned his body so that he could lift his feet into his partner’s lap. Remy didn’t even look down, but he brought his hands to his lap, pulling Spencer’s shoes off and tossing them to the floor before starting to rub at his ankles.
With a grin, Remy started his story. “It’s like dis. I was on a mission with Wolvie up in Washington and we’d just got all done with t’ings and I was bored. So, I went wandering round. Was a college town, dis place. WSU was dere. Well, wandered in and saw dey was having a lecture on geographical profiling. Sounded interesting, so I went in.”
“You were bored and decided to go to a college lecture?” Jubilee said skeptically.
Laughter danced in Remy’s voice. “Oui, petit. I like to learn t’ings, yeah. But anyways, I went in and got a seat toward de back so dat I could hide a lil better. Got in just as t’ings was starting. I looked up to de front and saw dis young man standing dere. Mais, he looked so nervous! But he was awfully beau. I thought he was just some assistant. Y’ imagine how surprised I was when he walked up to de podium and said his name was SSA Dr. Spencer Reid?”
“I get that a lot.” Spencer sighed out. “And I was nervous. I hate standing up and giving lectures. They always make me feel sick.”
“Y’ started out real nervous, but y’ lost it as y’ got into what y’ was saying.” Remy reassured him. He winked at the room. “What he had to say was interesting, but I was a lil more interested in watching him, you know? Got up and moved down almost to de front of de room. Den I settled in and watched as he told us all about how geographical profiling works. I sat dere and watched him de whole lecture. Mais, it wasn’t no love at first sight like people talk about, but it was definitely lust at first sight, oui?”
Again, more laughter. They were surprised when Charles asked the next question. “How did it progress from watching a lecture to dating?”
Remy looked over at the Professor with surprise, but he smiled at the memory the question brought to him. “I waited till de lecture was done and I went up and asked him if I could ask a few questions.”
The smile Spencer wore was warm as he too remembered. “I was beyond flustered. Of course I’d noticed him while I was lecturing. How could I not? He was a gorgeous distraction. I couldn’t gauge much from him because I had my shields up tight. Empathy can be a pain when you’re in a crowded room like that so I’d shielded tightly before I started the lecture.”
“Which meant m’ charm wasn’t working neither.” Remy said with a grumble. “And de homme wasn’t catching on to me flirting with him. I tried to up de flirting a little and Spencer got skittish, made excuses and left.”
“You ran away?” Morgan laughed out. “Oh, man, I can totally see that.”
Spencer gave him a glare. “Shut up, Morgan.” He settled down a little further into the love seat, not even noticing that he was pouting. “I was nervous, ok?”
“Y’ was.” Remy agreed. He leaned over, kissing Spencer’s lips briefly. “But I got y’ in de end, non? Went back to every lecture he gave dat week.” He told the rest of the room. “Took me all week, but on Friday I finally got him to start flirting back with me and to agree to go have some lunch. De rest, as dey say, is history.”
Just as Spencer started to input something, his cell phone rang. He had to stand up just to get into his pocket and pull it out. When he saw who it was, he grinned and told the room “Excuse me for a minute” before taking off toward the door, opening his phone and answering it as he moved. “Hey! It’s been a while since I’ve heard from you. How’re you doing?”
Since he was already up, Spencer decided to go grab himself something to drink from the kitchens. At least, that was the plan. But when the person on the phone replied to his greeting, Spencer stopped completely at the angry tone. “Don’t y’ sweet talk me, y’ menace.” Bella Donna Boudreaux snapped at him. “Y’ got some explaining t’ do! Just cause I let y’ date m’ husband don’t mean y’ just get t’ leave me outta de loop, Spencer Reid!”
“What?” Spencer’s eyebrows furrowed. “What’re you talking about, Belle?”
“Y’ know damn well what I’m talking about! Dere better be a damn good reason dat neither Remy nor y’ called t’ tell me bout dem bébés!”
Everything inside of Spencer went completely still. For a moment he couldn’t find his voice. Remy hadn’t told Belle about the babies yet? But…but why? He couldn’t understand it. This wasn’t something that Remy would keep from her. “He hasn’t told you?” He croaked out.
“I knew it.” Belle crowed furiously. “I knew y’ wouldn’t keep somet’ing like dis from me! Dat connard!”
Hurt was starting to replace the numbness. “Why wouldn’t he tell you?”
“Dat’s a damn good question.”
And like the flick of a switch, hurt transformed to anger. “One that I plan on finding out the answer to.” He snapped. “Hold on one second, Belle. We’re going to get our answer right now.”
Temper carried him right back into the TV room. He ignored the sets of eyes that turned toward him. Remy was in discussion with Scott about something and didn’t immediately turn at his lover’s entrance. Almost snarling, Spencer tightly gripped his phone and threw it straight at Remy. It connected with the Cajun’s chest and bounced down to land in his lap. Remy jumped at the impact, glaring down at the phone and then up at Spencer “What de hell, Spencer?”
Spencer met Remy glare for glare. “There’s someone that wants to talk to you.” He snapped at the older man. “She’s got a question she’d like answered. I think I’d like to hear the answer too.”
Cautious, Remy picked up the phone, eyes staying on Spencer the whole time. “Bonjour?” he said hesitantly. Almost instantly he winced and pulled the phone away from his ear slightly. Then he was scrambling to talk. “Merde. It’s not what y’ t’ink, Cher. I promise, I’ll call y’ back and explain it all. Oui, oui. Je t’aime.” Snapping the phone shut, Remy rose, hands going out to either side. “Just take a deep breath, Spencer.” He started out in a firm voice. “Y’r overreacting to dis. Wasn’t intentional, Cher .T’ings just been busy around here, yeah?”
That was his excuse? “So busy that you couldn’t even call your wife to tell her we’re having a baby?”
Neither one of them paid attention to the few in the room that were shocked by the word wife. Remy crossed his arms defensively over his chest. “Like y’ got any room to talk, Spencer! Y’ written to y’r Mere bout dis? Y’ set up to go fly and see her? Does she know bout dis at all?”
“That’s entirely different! I’m lucky if my mother is even coherent when I talk to her or go see her. Belle is perfectly capable of understanding you when you talk to her! If I’d known you hadn’t told her, I would have!”
The couple moved, standing behind the couch now, at either end. It took everyone else in the room out of the middle. “Merde, y’r acting like I done dis deliberately!” Frustrated, Remy glared even harder. “I didn’t f’get on purpose, me! Just didn’t t’ink bout telling her, dat’s all. Get y’r britches outta a bunch and chill.”
Spencer’s jaw dropped open. “Excuse me?” he snapped out. Without thinking, he grabbed the nearest thing—which just happened to be a book—and threw it at him. Remy caught it before it would have hit him in the head. “How dare you stand there and tell me to get my britches out of a bunch. You want to tell me to chill?” He grabbed another item off the side table, a paperweight, and threw that as well, satisfied when Remy caught it but wasn’t able to stop it from hitting his stomach some and making him grunt.
“Dr. Reid!” Charles called out firmly. “That is enough! I will not have this kind of fighting here!”
A few people in the room winced, knowing better than to step into an argument between these two. Others simply gaped; they had never seen Spencer this furious before. The genius shocked them even more when he turned his glare toward Charles. “You’re telling me that you’d be perfectly content with knowing that your partner magically forgot to tell his wife that he’d gotten you pregnant? Apparently this is perfectly ok, is it?”
“I f’got, Spencer! Bon Dieu, y’r acting like I beat y’ or something!” Frustration tinged Remy’s words. “I’m gonna be in enough trouble with dat femme. Y’ gonna give me de cold shoulder here too? I told y’, I didn’t mean to f’get! She knows now, don’t she?”
“Only because she called me!” Spencer shouted.
“Dat’s it.” Without any more warning than that, Remy closed the distance between them, reaching out when he got close and grabbing the front of spencer’s shirt. He gave a firm tug and yanked Spencer against him, slamming their lips together in a heated kiss, cutting off the protest that had been building on Spencer’s lips. At first Spencer pushed against him, clearly trying to get free. Then the room watched as he practically melted. His arms came up, winding around Remy’s neck, and the tension drained from him. When Remy pulled back, Spencer was almost panting, his eyes sparked with an entirely different light then they’d been before. “Cheater.” Spencer mumbled.
“Oui.” There was no shame in Remy’s voice. He gave him one final, soft kiss. “Now, go on, y’ petit allée chat. Y’ go have a seat and I’ll go get us something to drink and take care of Belle. I’ll keep it short, I promise.”
“You better.”
Remy left the room and Spencer turned around, looking at the group of people that were just staring, most of them wearing grins. His cheeks heated and he chewed on his lip, one hand coming up to rest over his stomach in a nervous sort of way. “Uh, hi.”
That broke the quiet of the room. Everyone started to laugh at the same time. Morgan walked over, slinging an arm around Spencer’s shoulders and leading him toward the love seat. “Lord, pretty boy, don’t ever change.” He teased.
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