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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
- 8
- 9
- 10
See disclaimers, notes
and warnings in ch 1

Words between / / are
thoughts or mental speak

Words between * * are
flashbacks

Words between ~ ~ are
lyrics to any songs that may be used in the fic

CH
8

�Dem�s
high stakes for such a simple game, mon ami.�

Logan
raised a brow. �Dem�s de shakes Cajun.� he replied mockingly.

The
adventurer within clamored for the challenge, while the rational part of Remy�s
mind screamed to run away. He had played these stakes once too often
and lost, both physically and mentally, too many times before. But,
the feral�s persistence piqued his curiosity and he felt drawn to the card
table. Quietly sitting down opposite the feral, he accepted the challenge,
but with one condition.

�Only
one question per winning hand.�

�Fine.�
Was all the reply he was given. Logan had already shuffled the cards.
�Straight poker, nothing wild, jokers out.� He ordered, not looking
up as he dealt the first round.

The
first hand was nothing extraordinary. Remy discarded three cards hoping
for something better. In the end, he had a pair of kings. But
it wasn�t enough to beat Logan�s two pair.

�Guess
the first round goes to me.� Logan smirked, collecting up the cards.
He looked thoughtful for a moment, fixing his eyes over Remy�s shoulder on
the book case beyond.  Remy felt suddenly awkward. �Tell me
about ya family.�

Remy
frowned. Maybe playing this game with Logan wasn�t such a good idea
after all. He would have to be shrewd and make sure to find a way to
skirt the answers whilst following the rules. A grin spread across Remy�s
delicate features. �Dat ain�t a question, homme.�

Logan
blinked at the quick retort. /The boy�s sharp�So, it�s gonna be like
that, huh/ �Ok, ya got any kinfolk back in Louisiana?�

�Non�
Remy admitted easily. He could tell Logan was fishing for something,
that perhaps the man knew of the LeBeau family of the New Orleans Thieves
Guild. But, there were quite a few families with that particular last
name; not all of them necessarily related to the former leading clan of the
guild. Besides, to Remy, kinfolk meant blood relations. And as
far as Remy knew, he had no known biological family.

Logan
focused all his senses on the boy, seeking out any untruths. Either
the kid had more control over his internal reactions than most, or he was
being honest. The only way Logan would know for sure would be to catch
him in a lie. Assuming his luck held out, he would spring something
on the younger man in a few rounds.

The
next hand went to Remy, who decided to ask the same question of Logan, though
he was careful to change the word kinfolk to family. �I don�t really
know.� Logan said truthfully. He decided that if he wanted the
boy to be honest, he would have to be as well. �I don�t really have
any memories of growing up. And some of the memories I do have ain�t
real.�

Remy
stared at the feral a little bemused by his answer /not real, hmm/,
but the feelings of sincerity issuing from the big man planted a seed of compassion
firmly in his conscious. Quickly he shoved it to the back of his mind,
determined to keep his focus.

Cards
flew back and forth between the dealer and the player. Remy won another
round and asked Logan how long he had been at the mansion. �Several
years now. Came here a different person than I am now. They�.helped
me gain control over myself, helped me see there was something better out
there to live for.�

Remy
thought about that statement. It seemed to contradict yet again everything
he had been told about this place. He was beginning to wonder if, in
fact, he had been told the truth about anything these people were involved
in. The thought didn�t sit well with him. While he had no problem
fulfilling a mission against monsters equal in deeds to his boss, he agonized
over possibly destroying innocents. The deck being slapped down in front
of him brought him from his thoughts.

Another
round went to Remy and the boy glanced up at the feral through the spill of
auburn bangs covering his face. �What be your power, mon ami?�
Remy thought he already knew this, but wanted the older man to confirm it.

Logan
picked up the deck and shuffled again as he shrugged. �Well, one of
�em is a healing factor.�

Remy�s
brows shot up to his hairline. It was not the answer he expected from
the feral. �You have more dan one? Dieu, how many you have anyway?�

Logan
grinned as he started dealing the cards. �That�s more than one question,
Gumbo. Gonna hafta win another hand �fore I can answer that.�
He almost laughed at the scowl the younger man attempted to hide. /Turn
about�s fair play kid./

Remy
made a face at the new nickname, but said nothing. He got into
the spirit of the stakes, brain thinking feverishly ahead to questions he
wanted to ask. He was so caught up that he lost focus on his current
hand and wound up with nothing, allowing Logan to win another question.
�Why are ya so afraid of the medlab, kid?�

He
watched as the boy chewed his bottom lip for a moment before sighing.
�Told you before, homme, had some bad experiences with doctors and labs.�
Logan was disappointed. He knew he was potentially wasting a question,
but he hoped the younger man would share a little more detail. Sensing
this, Remy sighed again. �Look, Remy don�t like to talk �bout it �cause
it cause nightmares. Mas, believe Remy when he say bad t�ings done happened
to dis poor boy in de name of science.�

Logan
didn�t need any more explanation, having experienced some of it himself.
He also didn�t miss the switch to third person in the boy�s speech.
Whatever had been done to the kid had been bad enough to cause a disassociate
pattern. Dropping the subject, they moved to the next round.

The
next two hands went to Remy. If Logan hadn�t been dealing the cards
himself, he would have sworn the kid was cheating.

�Now,
what be all your powers homme?�

Logan
sat back and pulled out a cigar from his shirt pocket. �Well, I have
enhanced senses. Ya know - hearing, sight, that kinda of thing.
Comes with my feral nature. Also stronger than most. The third
power ain�t a natural mutation though.� He brought the cigar in front
of him, holding it by fingertips on one end. �The other�well, let�s
just say it�s man-made.� Logan brought up his other hand and fisted
it, popping out a single adamantium claw which he used to cut off the end
of the cigar.

Remy
instinctively jumped back in his chair as the cards in his hand lit up with
energy. �Merde!� His eyes grew as wide as saucers, the red glowing slightly
in awe of the sight. Logan had expected to smell fear, but as the boy
regained his composure and leaned forward to inspect the blade Logan was surprised
by the feelings of interest and curiosity radiating from him.

A
grin made its way onto Remy�s face as he locked eyes with the feral.
�Dieu, bet dat come in handy, non?� Remy asked, gingerly reaching out a finger
to touch the razor-sharp claw.

�Can
be.� Logan replied, suddenly re-sheathing the claw before the boy had a chance
to make contact, causing the poor Cajun to jump again. Logan grinned
inwardly.

When
the next hand was won, Remy asked about the powers of the other members of
the team. Logan was cautious in what he told him, giving only an overview
of some of the adults� powers. He explained about Storm�s abilities
to control the elements, as well as Jean�s power of telepathy and telekinesis.
He shared several other members� powers before he decided it was enough.
�The rest of �em you�ll just have to discover on your own.�

Remy
accepted that and the game was on again. Finally, Logan had a winning
hand. �Earlier ya said ya had no family. Ya gotta have come from
somewhere. Who raised ya?�

Remy
swallowed hard at the question. What should he tell him? He put
his cards down slowly and turned to look at the fireplace as he thought about
how to answer. �Don�t have any blood family. Remy grew up on de
streets. Don�t know how it happen.� Remy laughed bitterly.
�Heh, don�t even know how old I am.� He could feel water forming in
his eyes and he stubbornly blinked it back. It was the past and there
was nothing he could do to change it. �Was taken in by de LeBeau family
when I was somet�ing like t�irteen. Dey say I was �bout dat old anyway.�
A slight curving of his lips upward at the memory, he turned back to look
at the older man. �Gave �em hell in de beginning. Mas, dey put
up with it. Dey was good people.�

Logan
tilted his head and frowned as he thought about the boy growing up on the
streets. He had been around a long time and was no fool. A child
in that type of environment would�.�So what happened to 'em?�

The
younger man smirked as he repeated what the feral had said earlier.
�Dat be more dan one question, homme.� It was enough to lighten the
moment and Logan chuckled. �Alright, Cajun. Another round.�

A
clock in the hallway chimed to announce the hour. At least two chimes
had passed since they began the game, the beers they consumed long since gone.
The cards were dealt and again Logan won. �Why are ya really
here, Remy?�

He
knew that some of the questions would be tough, the stakes high. But,
he truly did not expect it. It smacked of accusation and distrust, causing
him to anger instantly at possibly being discovered. �Told ya before.
Here to learn how to control my powers.�

�That
ain�t a good enough answer. Ya seem to have pretty good control to me.�
Logan challenged.

Remy
flinched. He opened his mouth, then shut it again before deflating into
his chair. There was no way he could tell this man that he was on a
mission for Magneto to steal from them. So, he decided to use the reason
he first sought help. �Dere was an accident in N�Awlins. Lost
control of my powers and a lot of people got killed.� He looked up to
face the older man. �Including my brother. My pere�.he don�t want
me �round no more. It hurts too much for him. My fault�.all my
fault.�

The
overwhelming sadness rolling off the boy was enough for Logan to believe he
was telling the truth. �I�m sorry kid.�

Red
eyes glowed brightly as supple young lips pressed tightly together in a grim
line. �Don�t need your pity, homme. Just deal de damn cards.�

Chewing
on the end of his cigar, Logan did just that. �Full house, mon ami.
Kings over Queens. Guess de next question�s mine.�

Logan
blew out a plume of smoke. �Not so fast, bub.� He laid his hand
down to reveal a royal straight flush.

Remy
could only blink at that before flinging his own hand down. �Merde.
Look like Lady Luck with you tonight.�

The
older man grinned as he collected the cards. �Looks that way.
Alright Cajun, what are all your powers?�

The
Acadian stared blankly at the feral. �You already seen my powers, homme.
Can charge any non-living t�ing and see better dan most in de dark.�

And
there was the lie that Logan had waited for. �Ya sure �bout that?
Seems to me ya haven�t shown �em all.�

Remy�s
heart started racing as he breathing picked up. There was no way the
feral missed his body�s betrayal. �I t�ink I�m done for de night.
Been fun playing mon ami, mas I�m a bit tired.�

Remy
made to stand when Logan reached out and grabbed his wrist. The contact
made the boy gasp as the warm tingle started flowing through him again.
He closed his eyes at the feelings that were building; the lust and excitement
flowed off the man holding him captive. Licking lips that had suddenly
gone dry, Logan could only stare at the point where skin touched skin.

�What
happened in the kitchen Remy?� Logan growled.

�Je
ne sais pas� he whispered as a hot shiver made its way through his body.
Swallowing hard, he tried to take control of himself wrenching his arm away
from the tight feral grip. Turning to face the older man, Remy stepped
backwards just beyond reach, as he answered. �Maybe de metal inside
you react with my electrics?� He tried to smile casually but the clamminess
growing on the back of his neck made him feel awkward and uncomfortable.
�Probably be best if we don�t make contact again, hehn?� Spinning on
his heels, he made his escape from the room, his heart clenching at the thought
that he could never allow himself to touch the feral again. The
delicious tingle was already sorely missed.

Logan
sighed and leaned back in his chair puffing on the last of the cigar as the
door closed behind the boy. �Yeh, that may be for the best.� He murmured
to the empty chair opposite, though he was fairly sure he didn�t mean it.

End
ch 8

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