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Part 10
Peter was in the kitchen with Ororo having been discussing concern for Remy.
"I'm sure that Remy will be all right. We simply need to be there for him. And I hear that it is wise to watch your emotions around him-- his shields are not entirely intact," she said by way of warning. She had seen the look on Peter's face when he talked about Remy.
Giving Ororo a lopsided grin, Peter self consciously said, “I will help you look after him while Logan is away, if you like. He has opened up to me.”
"I would appreciate it. Remy can be a handful if he starts being rebellious," she commented with a smile.
Smiling back, Peter heard Logan's voice come over the comm. “It seems Logan wishes a word with you.”
Ororo rose to the com and pushed the reply button and said into it, "Yes, Logan," smiling.
“Y' wanna come over and get settled 'fore I gotta go?”
"Yes, I'm on my way," she said and smiled at Peter as she passed through the kitchen to go out to the boathouse.
Peter followed her like an enormous dog. “May I join you?”
"Of course," she said as she opened the door.
“She's on her way...” He sat next to Remy again. “You all right?”
Remy nodded, looking off into space, thinking about how to give Stormy the slip. He would have to drug her or something so she wouldn't notice him leave... and he'd have to have a dummy to stick in his bed for decoy purposes.... Remy was plotting, although he looked slightly worried.
Taking Remy’s hand and tugging on it, he said, “Hey, lookit me... Everything's gonna be fine, all right? I'll be back before ya know it.”
Remy smiled relieved looking, trying to hide the true nature of the smile-- he hadn't been caught acting nervous in years; he needed to stop that. Whatever happened to the cool mannered suave Cajun, hunh? He kissed Logan lightly and sat on the couch, waiting for Storm. If he had gotten up, it would seem like he was preparing to leave himself, which was something he didn't want to imply.
Watching Remy sit there, Logan knew something was up with him. He could smell it... he just didn’t know what it was.... Sitting next to him, Logan tried to get a better whiff.
Remy leaned in and sucked on Logan's neck, making a mark that faded just after he drew away to look at it. "S no fair. De ones I make don' stay..." he frowned.
Touching Remy’s cheek, he asked, “Remy, what's wrong...?”
"I jus'..." KNOCK KNOCK Ororo knocked on the Boathouse door loudly to announce her presence.
Sighing, Logan kissed him, squeezing his hand before rising to get the door. “Hey, ‘Ro....” Logan noticeably balked at Piotr standing right behind her.
Remy quirked an eyebrow at Logan's reaction and smirked. Pete was making a move already? The eagle hadn't even left the nest yet! Remy stepped over to Ororo and kissed her on both cheeks in greeting and extended his hand for Peter. "Bonjour," he said to both of them.
Peter took Remy’s hand and shook it firmly. This did mean that he was going to have twice the work to do, but hoped he could deal with Pete sufficiently.
“C'mon in....” Logan said with his eyes on Piotr, watching him closely. He moved close to Remy protectively.
Remy chuckled soundlessly, trying to hold it in, but unable to control his reaction completely. He put his hand on Logan's back to comfort him.
“Thanks fer doin this, Ro.” Pulling Ororo close, he kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear. “Keep a real close eye on him, all right? He's up ta somethin’....”
Ororo smiled reassuringly at Logan and said quietly back to him, "I will keep close watch. He will not leave my side, or Peter's."
Raising his steely eyes to Peter, he commented, “Watch him, too...”
Ororo's smile grew brighter. "He knows he cannot have Remy," she said covertly to him so that neither of the other men in the room could hear her. "But he does care for him," she explained.
Growling savagely, he said, “Still I don't trust him...” He sighed, looking at Remy. “Or him... Just....” he sighed. “Thank you, ‘Ro...”
She nodded and turned to the two men who were now in her charge. "Remy, you must tell me how all this happened," she said, hoping that talking about Logan would keep Peter uncomfortable enough not to slip up and let something unintended happen.
Slinking off, unsettled about this Piotr development, Logan went to get his bag and jacket. Remy smiled at Ororo, and vaulted into a story about how Logan had been called by a friend of his completely by accident. Coming back in mid-story, Logan had always hated goodbyes. He was much more of a leave-in-the-night type of guy. “Ahh... I'm leavin’ now...”
"An' by wearin'... de costumes of different X-Men," he said coughing as Logan passed by again, "We were able t' confuse 'im int'—“ he interrupted himself. “Oh, okay, cher." Remy rose to give Logan a good-bye kiss. He made it long and passionate for himself and for Logan... but also for Peter. Mostly as a mild warning.
Logan couldn’t help but grin against Remy’s lips. “See ya, kid...” He waved at Ro and Peter, then shuffled out the door awkwardly.
"Bye, cher," he said and went back to sit with Peter and 'Ro.
Walking out to the jeep, Logan wondered what the hell Remy had up his sleeve and if leaving him alone with Piotr was a good idea... But he couldn’t watch over Remy all the time. He might as well give him his chance, now. Driving away, Logan was going to have to call Ororo regularly to make sure things were alright, and check up on Remy. He would freak out if anything happened to him while he was away.
“How are you feeling, Remy?”
"Still a little outta sorts. 'S hard tryin' t' work wid new powers once y' got int' de swing o' tings, oui?" Well, he wasn't lying about that.
Piotr shrugged. “I have had mine for quite some time... I have almost forgotten what it is like.”
"I remember dat too," he said conversationally. Then Ororo piped up and said, "Remy, you were telling us about how you and Logan got together, weren't you?"
"So I was!" Remy said and jumped back into his story.
Rising from his seat, Peter said, “Ororo, you have left your travel bag at home. I will retrieve it for you,” and he was out the door.
Remy thought how he would need to get these two either asleep, or out of here, or drugged, or something so he could go about his devious plan. Ororo smiled at him as Peter left and commented, "It is in the attic on my bed, Peter, thank you," and turned to pay attention to Remy again.
Remy made sure to be animated and excited while telling Ororo about his get together with Logan so he could feign being tired later on that day and get away.
Searching around the old base, Logan did find a few signs that someone had been there recently. All of his senses were very alert.
Sabertooth smiled as he caught a whiff of the smell he'd been anticipating for days. He crouched further in his cover under the trees outside the facility and watched the short man go in. He was still as sexy as ever and he was bound and determined to get Logan to remember him this time. He had painstakingly had someone modify some of the machinery that was found to alter memories, but at the same time, they didn't know if it would work. He was willing to take that risk.
A little spooked by the recent signs of life, Logan found some computers on, but all of them were devoid of any information, at least that he could find.
Starting in toward the facility after Logan had completely gone in, Victor was going to seal off the entrance so they were stuck in there until he let them out. Of course, nothing could really keep his lover in there, just temporarily constrained, but that was why he loved him so damn much. He was the only person he'd ever found who was an equal. The blasted metal creaked on its way closed and Victor cringed, but kept going until it was closed. He had never been much for stealth. He waited in the dim lighting, for his lover to show around the now enclosed corner so he could talk to him.
Finding a few holding tanks that he remembered destroying, Logan gave them another slash just for good measure. Victor heard the breaking and falling of glass down the hall and stepped toward it.
Lifting his head at the screeching metal, Logan carefully crawled along the wall and immediately recognized the scent of the person at the other end of the hall. “Creed.”
"Hey there, runt," he smiled, calling to Logan from around the corner.
Logan really didn’t want to mess with him right now. “What're you doin’ here?”
He chuckled to himself. "You and I have business, little man."
Gnashing his teeth, Logan still hadn't come out from around the corner. He snarled. “You set me up!”
He stalked toward Logan, hoping to back him toward the room with the computers in it. That's where the equipment was that he had set up to help Logan remember who he was and what they had together. "Why you got it in fer me so much?" he asked, offended.
Logan was not going to back up. Standing his ground as Creed appeared around the corner, Logan claws extended entirely. “Could ask you the same thing....” His muscles were tense, ready to respond to his attack.
"I don't got it in fer you, runt. Or do you remember me callin' you 'my little man'?" he said as he got close enough to touch. He didn't extend his hands though, knowing they'd be cut off and that would do him no good right now.
Taking a preliminary, distancing slash at him, not whole hearted, Logan asked, “Whadda you want!?” He was getting really angry, but wanted to avoid getting into a scrap just to get home to Remy that much faster.
"I want you to remember me, Logan. You're mine," he said growling in his chest.
Logan had no idea what the hell he was talking about, but realized he may just have to kill him to get out of there. “Don' make me fight ya, Creed, just lemme past.” See? He could be nonviolent!
"Not a chance, Logan," he said and grabbed him by the front of his shirt, seeing that he was going to have to use force, and dragged him over to the machines. He thrust him into the little alcove that was supposed to have all the important parts.
Logan went a little bit crazy, slashing at Victor’s arms, nearly tearing one off and raked his claws manically through the equipment he was trying to stuff Logan in. He had severe issues about being hooked up to equipment.
Victor growled at Logan and leaned in through the slashing at his arm and kissed Logan hard and deep, forcing his tongue into his mouth. That way he was able to kiss Logan, heave him into the unit with his massive body weight and shock Logan into momentary submission.
Startled for a moment, Logan reacted with heightened violence after he got his wits about him. He pushed a claw into Victor’s chest and punctured a lung, effectively pushing him off. He then turned and immediately destroyed that strange machine, just to eliminate the threat of being pushed into it again. He would much rather face Victor than one of the machines in Weapon X. Looking back at Victor, Logan lunged at him with his claws extended. Everything happened within a matter of seconds.
Victor was healing, reeling from the pain, but quickly getting over it. As Logan came at him, he embraced him. "Don't you remember me, Logan?" he asked as another set of claws was imbedded in him. He grabbed onto Logan and held him so he couldn't move-- couldn’t extract his claws. Snarling, Logan struggled against him, retracting his claws into his arm and ejecting them again, blood running down his arms. “Course I do you raging, twisted crazy!!”
"Logan, you're... my husband--" he choked out and coughed up a little blood. "You don't remember... Sparta? That machine was to help you remember Sparta... and me...."
He tried to twist his claws in him just to tear him up a little more, but stopped when Victor said that. “What the hell? Get offa me!” Getting his legs between them Logan managed to kick Victor off, sending him into a wall. “Have you completely cracked!?” He knew Creed wasn’t not on drugs, that wouldn't affect him.
"No, Logan... <Tell me you remember how happy we were in Greece,>" he said in Ancient Greek, hoping that Logan's language center would pick that up.
Jerking slightly as if there was a fly in his ear, Logan recognized that language. He was getting nervous. “What the hell ya talkin’ about Greece?” He still had his claws aimed at Creed.
"<Logan, my love, my husband, please remember! I've had to live without you for decades and it's wearing on me,>" he said in Greek again.
Logan was a little freaked out. He had never heard Creed talk like a soap star before. “Who the hell are you?”
Having healed, Victor was starting to approach Logan again, more slowly this time. "<Zeus curse you, it's me, Logan!> How could they've wiped away two thousand years o' memory from you, hunh?" He knew that joining up in a military at this stage of human history had been a bad idea, but they both craved the action.
Snarling, Logan was almost foaming. “You know what they did to me! Stop screwing with my head!” Wielding his claws at him, Logan would have lopped off his head if he got too close. He felt his brain trying to align itself, but he definitely didn’t want to believe him.
Fully healed, Victor grabbed Logan's arms and twisted them behind his back, standing behind Logan, he held him. "I know what they did t' you. They nearly did it t' me... but I escaped. Maybe it would have been better if they had gotten to me too. Then I wouldn't remember the smell of your hair like honey... or the way you make love," he said in Logan's ear from behind him, letting his hands slide down to his ass.
Bucking off of him, Logan lashed out with his claws, tearing three deep grooves into his face, and digging his other claws into his stomach, pulling up, opening him to his chest. He sank with him to the floor. “Yer tellin’ me... You made me come all the way out here so you could hit on me!?”
Cringing in pain, Victor held Logan to him as much as he could. "I... can't help it," he said and leaned up to lick Logan's lips. "If I'm wrong... why can you speak Ancient Greek?"
Pulling his claws out of Victor, he got up and let him slump over. “We met in Weapon X, Creed! They taught us all sorts a languages!” Logan paced about, then hollered. “And supposin’ you ain't lyin', why ya been tryin’ ta kill me all these years!?!?” He kicked him in his split open stomach.
"Logan... I thought I lost you. You were a different person when you woke up. I went crazy-- I was angry-- at them-- at you. I didn't think you'd ever remember me again. Then I heard about this guy who was workin’ to get memories back. I had to try-- to get you back." It hadn't helped that Logan was feral when he woke up too, which was something Victor had never seen before....
Bearing his teeth at Creed, he growled, “Yer fulla shit, Creed!” He went over to the destroyed machine. “What was this thing? Some sorta brain picker? Who ya workin’ for? Sinister? Weapon X?”
"I'm workin' fer myself!" He was still working on healing himself up. "Give me a chance, Logan! Give me three days t' tell you everything-- to prove this to you... if you don't believe me then...." I don't know what I'll do. I might go crazy again. "I'll have ta let you go." I can never let you go, Logan. Never!
Watching him very closely, Logan knew Creed knew more than him. He considered it for a while, watching him pull his guts back into himself and the skin close up over them. “Fine. But if you even lay one finger on me, I'm gonna rip yer jaw out, got it?” He figured it would be worth it even if he gleaned only the slightest shard of information.
Victor smiled in incredible relief and nodded to the terms.
Edgy that Creed look so chuffed, Logan went to the door. “I gotta make a phone call.” He remained extra alert in case he was gonna ambush him from behind and marched out to the telephone in the front office to see if it still worked.
Victor hadn't come prepared to prove things the old fashioned way and so he had to start with telling Logan what happened.
Lifting the phone, retracting his claws before handling it, Logan startled to hear the line hum and dialed for the mansion.
Victor followed Logan into the hall for his phone call. Logan wasn't stupid. He knew that as long as Creed was in the building, he could probably hear his conversation, but he slammed the door in his face anyway just to make a statement. Victor stayed at the door and waited.
Rogue picked up the phone at the mansion. "Xavier's," she said.
“Hey, girl, it's Logan. Can I talk ta ‘Ro?”
"Ah think she's down at Remy's. Lemme transfer ya." There was a beeping and another set of ringing. Ororo picked up, "Logan?" she guessed.
“Hey. How are things?”
"Just fine. Remy is sleeping at the moment, otherwise you'd be able to talk to him," she explained with a smile in her voice.
“Good. He hasn't freaked out or nothin’?”
"No, he has been rather active, but other than that, there is nothing amiss."
“You sure? Swear ta god he was plottin’ somethin’ before I left.”
"He has been sleeping like a babe for the past..." she checked the clock. "Twelve...? Is that right?" she asked herself. "Yes, twelve hours now."
Logan was about to approve of that, but stopped. “’Ro… Go check on him.”
"I just checked on him an hour ago, Logan," she protested lightly to his worry.
“Just go check on him, would ya? Take a good look at him.”
"Very well," she said and set the phone down. She went to check on Remy and actually went over to the bed to look at his sleeping face, but found instead a cleverly disguised pillow with a wig resembling Remy's hair color poking out at the top. She ran to the phone. "Logan, he's not in bed! I will go in search of him immediately," she said worriedly. Thunder started to crack overhead in the background of the phone.
“Aw, shit. When was the last time ya saw him for sure? How big a leads he got?”
"I put him to bed twelve hours ago, almost exactly, Logan. He could be anywhere by now."
“Dammit, get Emma, use Cerebra, track him down, all right?” He thought she knew better than to fall for that.
"I will, Logan. He will not get far," she promised in her 'Ororo means business' voice.
“Good... Thanks.” Rubbing his forehead, that kid was gonna be in serious trouble when Logan got back.
Ororo hung up the phone and was off to the mansion to tell Emma to search for Remy.
“Dammit....” Putting the phone down, he rubbed his forehead again. He knew Remy was gonna do something like that. He sat down on the desk and thought about his options.
Remy was in flight with what the X-Men lovingly called "The Raven" and touched down outside the coordinates that he had looked up for this old base. It looked old and abandoned, which was the best place for shit to hit the fan, really.
Hearing an aircraft land, Logan looked up. “Oh, fuck me....” He opened the door and looked for Creed.
Remy hopped out of the small plane and crept toward the installation.
Victor was halfway down the hall going for the exit.
Running up behind him, Logan tackled Creed. “Hey! You stay here, got it? You stay here and lie low or our deals off!!”
"Logan, there's an aircraft out there. We've gotta get outta here! Somebody snitched on our location. It could be SHIELD or Interpol or somethin'!"
“It izzint, all right!? I know who it is, just stay here and lemme handle it! And don't you show your ugly mug fer nothin’, you got me!?” He didn’t wait for a reply, just got up and started outside, already honing in on Remy's scent. He was red hot piping mad as well.
Growling at Logan, Victor followed him over to the exit, but didn’t go out. He caught Remy's scent too. "What's the Cajun bratt doin' here?" he asked menacingly.
Pushing him hard in the chest, Logan didn’t want to deal with him right now and slammed the door behind him. “Remy!!” Easily, he sniffed him out. He found Remy lurking around in the nearby trees. “Goddamnit, Remy!” He marched up to him and grabbed him by the scruff of his neck. “You don't fuckin’ hunt me down, kid!!” He was furious.
"Logan.... Creed...?" he asked looking over at the installation. "You went here t' meet wit' Creed?!" Remy shouted. "I came here t' watch y' back, Logan, but it looks like y' din' need it!"
Wondering what was so wrong with him that he couldn’t see how covered in blood he was, Logan started hauling Remy back to the plane. “I told you ta stay in bed!! I told you ta leave me alone. Fer fuck's sake, Remy I woulda been back in three days!!” He got to the Raven and started shoving him into it.
"Logan..." he said trembling. "You 'have t' tell me what y' doin' here. What's Creed doin' wit' y'...?"
Logan wanted to tell him to mind his own sodding business, but he still loved him through the anger. “This place is up an runnin’, Remy. An’ Creed knows what's goin’ on.” He wasn’t going to mention that whole Greek thing.
Remy could feel the mixture of lust and anger coming from within the complex. It was definitely Creed in there, and he wasn't in pain, which made Remy wary. "So...? We blow it up, we leave—simple as dat."
“He wants ta help me get my memory back, Remy.”
Remy paused fearful about what Creed could be planning. "Why?"
Shaking his head, he said, “I dunno, I think someone's fucked with him... But it doesn't matter! The point is, I don't wanna be hunted down an’ yer goin’ back to New York right now!”
"I can't leave you here wit' him! Logan, he'll kill you!" Remy objected loudly.
“He can't and he won't, Remy! Fer godsake, ya gotta trust me a little fuckin’ bit!! Go back and get in bed and do what Emma tells you!”
Remy frowned, standing next to the pilot's seat of the little craft and looked down at Logan. His gut wrenched as he said, "I'll trust you, Logan." He paused. "If you don' come back, I'll never f'give you," he said gravely and leaned down to kiss Logan deeply, tasting blood on his mouth. His brow furrowed as he looked at Logan after they parted and he swallowed hard. "I love you, Logan." Dat's de entire reason I'm leavin' right now, damn you.
Stroking Remy’s cheek with his thumb, Logan said, “I'm comin’ back fer you, Cajun. Don't doubt that.” He stole another soft kiss from his lips.
Remy's eyes were watering as he forced himself to part from Logan and to climb into the pilot's seat.
Stroking his hair, Logan said, “I love ya, kid..... drive safe...” He hopped off and backed away from the plane.
Staring out the windshield, Remy said stiffly, "I see you, Logan." He started up and took off, looking back at the installation one more time, watching Logan before heading back to Westchester. He had imagined that he would be flying in to save the day, that Logan would need help that he could give.... He wasn't prepared for this kind of surprise.
Logan’s heart broke a bit as Remy flew off. He hoped he wasn't too harsh with him. He really hated being monitored, though. Reluctantly, he turned to go back into the complex.
Victor was waiting at the mouth of the entrance. "What did the bratt want?" he asked, nearly growling. He could smell Remy on him and didn't like it for reasons he couldn't pinpoint yet.
“Just checkin’ up on me.” He eyed Creed and crossed his arms leaning against the wall. “Three days. Not a second longer. Starting now.”
Two thousand years was going to be hard to go over in three days, but Victor nodded and said, "None o' this has proof," he started off. "Our lives were documented only under different names. We knew we had to hide a lot since we couldn't get older... and when Christianity became popular, we had t' learn t' hide who we were except in private." Victor exhaled a breath and looked at Logan hard. "I just hope this jugs yer memory, 'cause I can't think of anythin' else." He walked off back into the room where the mechanical devices were. "Friggin' gotta do things the hard way," he grumbled to himself.
Logan was having a hard time concentrating on Creed. He was a little worried about Remy, but he tried to focus. “If you ain' got proof, I don't know if I care to waste my time.”
"Y'er the one who wouldn't let me try to get your memory back!" he countered angrily.
Growling, he said, “You tried ta shove me in a goddamn machine!! How was I supposed ta react!?” he huffed, crossing his arms to keep from gutting Creed.
"You promised me you'd give me three days. I don't care if I don't have any proof. I might come across somethin' they didn't remove. Do remember anything... from your old life?" he asked.
“NO! I don't remember anything!”
Victor nodded. "We met in Olympia in some o' the first Olympics. Couldn' keep our eyes off each other. There was somethin'.... instinctive about how we got together. We were like wolves, smellin' each other out. Wolves... mate fer life, y' know," he said, knowing that Logan probably was aware of that.
Logan just leaned against the wall, his arms folded, staring at him.
"You can smell if I'm tellin' the truth 'er not," he said stepping closer to Logan. "I want another chance with you, if I can't get you to remember anything," he explained.
“Ya might think yer tellin’ the truth, Creed, but god knows who's fucked with yer head!” he bared his teeth at him again. “How could ya think that after all these years a fightin’ I'm just gonna roll over fer you like that? Fuck you, Creed!”
Victor closed his eyes at the forcefulness of Logan's voice as it vibrated through him. "Just... tell me the earliest thing you remember...." he asked.
“Bargin’ inta the Hudsons’.” He glowered at him.
Nodding, Victor said, "Yeah, the last I saw you was about a week after the operation was finished. They said you killed everybody there. I went and found you in the forest-- feral, and tried to confront you, but you didn't recognize me at all. I was really angry and I left. When we ran into each other again I wasn't right in the head. I'm sorry for all that. I just wanted things to be like they were. In Greece, in Paris, in Khanbaliq...." he faded off.
“So what changed?” Did you run into a man with some mind laser?
"I started needing you—badly, Logan. At first I could tell myself that I could live without you, even though I hadn't for thousands of years. I started lookin' for research int' turnin' memory loss around. Some guy finally thought he got it down, so I had him come and fix stuff up here."
Eyeing Creed a little, Logan got a metal waste paper basket and filled it with some of the papers lying around. Putting it on a clearing on the floor, he got a match and lit it up before breaking up a wooden chair for fire wood. “So, this machine... Can he make a new one?”
"Sure he can. He made this one pretty much from scratch... but it'll take him a lot more than three days," Victor said worriedly.
Sitting down Logan lit a cigar from the fire. “Not sayin' I'm believin’ a word you say....” He leaned back against the wall and took a long drag off the cigar. Victor sighed.
“What?” He gave him a crooked smile. “Ya givin’ up already?”
"You wouldn't try it if he got it to work again?" Victor asked, his voice heavy with emotion.
Taking a long drag that made his eyes water, Logan thought about it. “Would you let Hank check it out?”
"Yer doc?" Victor asked, uncertain. He didn't really want to get involved with the X-Men again-- their relationship hadn't been the best since he went crazy with anger, but they were people that Logan trusted.... and if Logan trusted them, then…. "Yeah. I'll send the engineer a message an' get 'im here t' fix this," he said going to the office down the hall. He was going to get Logan back! Excitement filled him and his heart lurched in his chest.
Taking long deep drags, Logan liked to feel his lungs get torn up by the smoke only to repair a second later. Standing up and he moved away from the little fire to bark at Creed down the hall. “Creed... If yer puttin’ me on, I don't know how, but I will find a way to kill ya fer good.” Logan turned and went back in to sit by the fire. He would probably be sleeping there tonight. He tore up more of the wooden chair and put it in the little trashcan.
Victor smiled fondly at Logan's angry voice. He had often told him similar things when they were angry at each other and he picked up the phone to dial the engineer's number.
A little spooked at the way Creed was behaving, Logan wondered if he underwent therapy or something, since he was acting so freaking normal. He was going to have to get to the bottom of this. Curling up on the floor next to the fire he made, Logan wished he could be in a warm bed with Remy. He purred at the thought.
Victor got hold of the engineer and had him on his way by the end of the phone call. He wanted to get this over with as soon as possible. He wanted Logan back. Going into the opposite room, he just stared at Logan laying there next to the fire.
Grumbling, Logan said, “Stop starin', yer makin’ me nervous.”
"I always did like it when y' groan softly like that," he said wistfully. "Yer a cuddler... when y' feel comf'terble." Victor went to sit across from Logan at the fire.
Logan was a little perturbed that he was right, but he was not purring for him, the big lunatic. “Shut up, Creed.” He rolled on his back to look at the ceiling. “Olympia, huh?
"Yeah. We lived in Sparta together after we met. We went t' India, then Kahnbaliq 'cause they were the best places fer religious freedom after the Christian era around th' 1300's. Had t' hide fer a couple hundred years after the Pagan ways fell with Rome…”
“Huh.” He never did like those Christians. Crossing his arms behind his head to use as a pillow ‘cause the damn floor was hard and adamantium was heavy.
"Can I..." Can I touch you? he finished to himself, but the words died in his throat as he realized the answer.
“What?” Logan shifted his steely blue eyes to look at him, telling him that the answer was probably 'no' to whatever question he was about to spring.
"Nothin'," he muttered and looked away uneasily, but kept glancing back at Logan’s face in the fire light. He realized just how much he loved Logan and how he had missed him.
Smelling the want wafting off of him like the tide of the ocean, Logan sat up and bore his claws at him just to make a point. “We're not havin’ sex, Creed! We're not lovers, we're never gonna be lovers, I already have a lover an' I'm just here ta get my goddamn memory back!” He flopped back down on the floor with a clunk. “So don't be getting’ any ideas.” He left his claws out.
"You have a—who?!!” he roared in the small space. I'll rip her guts out! he growled to himself
“None a’ your goddamn business.”
Victor crawled closer to him and tried to smell it on him, but the only person he'd been around since he took his last shower was the Cajun and himself.
Holding his claws right under Creed’s nose, Logan growled, “I said it's none a your goddamn business.”
Backing off, Victor just had to accept that he wasn't going to get anywhere until Logan got his memory back. Logan would have to leave his lover after that. He lay on the opposite side of the fire again and stared at Logan's fire lit face.
Trying to get comfortable to get some sleep, Logan retracted his claws. “Stop starin’!!” He could feel it.
Victor smiled at Logan and closed his eyes, content to be sleeping in the same room with his lover again. Starting, Logan sat up, needing to make another phone call. He went down the hall into the office and dialed up the mansion.
Peter was waiting for Remy when he got back.
Remy sulked into the mansion from the hangar and headed for the boathouse to wait for Logan. He felt like he had been crushed. He could feel how scared Logan was, how much he didn't want to be there. He should have offered to just have him come with him and leave Creed there. They could have escaped! Stopping at a wall along the inside of the mansion he bashed his head into a wall as he tore himself up inside for leaving him there... in the snow!
Softly, Peter called, “Remy? Oh, thank God you are all right!” he called when he saw Remy walking through the halls.
Remy continued to bash his head into the wall and cringed at his behavior. "God-- damn-- fuckin'-- punk!" he shouted at himself. He was going to have a lump there for sure.
Rushing to Remy, Peter wrapped his powerful arms around him and lifted him away from the wall. “Remy! What are you doing!?”
"I left Logan!!!" he cried into Perter's arms. "I left 'im dere—oh god, he's gon' die an' I'm never gon' see 'im again!" Remy was hysterical with the realization of what he'd done.
Stroking his shoulders, Peter said, “Remy! Remy, Remy, calm down.” He was deeply concerned for him. “What are you talking about?”
"Logan!" he cried at the top of his lungs. Emma came rushing in and erected a shield around them as she felt Remy really lose it and start to broadcast his despair and fear.
Harshly she said to Remy, "That’s enough of that." Prying him from Peter's grasp, she took him and headed down to the boathouse with him leaning on her shoulder. "Logan can take care of himself. He's going to be fine," she assured. "I couldn't be lucky enough to be rid of him," she said menacing, hoping that the bit of reverse psychology helped with Remy's ability to believe that everything would be all right.
Following them, Peter was not about to leave Remy alone with her.
Emma dropped Remy practically on the doorstep of the boathouse and turned around to leave. "There's your missing pet, Ororo," she said annoyed and walked off.
“Emma! Emma, won't you help us with him?” Peter asked concerned there was something wrong with his mind.
Emma turned around and looked at Peter. "That boy did this to himself this time. Let him learn from his mistakes. His powers shouldn't affect those at the school, so that's all I'm really concerned about at this moment." She turned around and stalked off.
Peter was furious with her and metaled up. “But he needs your help!! If it were any of your students, you would stop at nothing to help them!”
**He is not one of my students and he needs to learn the necessity of controlling his abilities, even if he has to do it the hard way,** she sent to Peter telepathically.
**That is not fair and you know it! He is struggling with a new ability and just because he is older and has been an X-man for several years does not mean it is any easier for him! He knows how important it is to control it, he does not need to be taught that lesson! He needs a lesson in how to control it and you are the only one who can help him!**
**I have been helping him for days, Peter. I'm going to let him try to stand on his own now,** she finished and disappeared around the bend.
Making a very nasty Russian gesture at her, Peter turned to go into the house and do what he could for Remy.
Ororo was in the house, moving Remy to the couch and getting a blanket for him. "You scared me," she told him sternly, trying her best to ignore the sense of panic that was crawling up her spine as Remy writhed in confusion on the couch.
Peter came into the living room with a cool towel from the bathroom and wiped the sweat from Remy's forehead. “There, comrade... Relax....” He was really very fond of him and very much concerned. He wondered if Remy could feel that.
"Logan...." Remy groaned, tears now soaking his face.
Going back to flesh form and stroking Remy’s face, he assured, “He is fine, tovarisch... When have you ever known Logan to be in trouble? He will be here and before you know it he will be holding you in his strong, warm arms again....”
Something was very wrong and Remy couldn't put his finger on it. Something about Logan was wrong.... Why couldn't he figure it out? Peter's voice was comforting at first, but then he started to get flashes of longing from Peter and Remy curled in on himself. "Peter... could y' jus'... lemme 'lone f' bit?" he asked shakily. He didn't want to be feeling what Peter longed for. He felt it more strongly the longer he spoke and the more he stroked Remy's body.
Peter was gripped by shame. Of course he could feel the lust even if he tried to hide it. He took his hand from Remy’s face and muttered, “If you need anything, just call for me.” He couldn’t resist putting another blanket over him and tucking him in before leaving.
Remy wanted to crawl under the blankets away from the world and was in the fetal position trying to do just that. Ororo came in from the kitchen where she had been setting up tea. "Peter... how is Remy doing?”
Shaking his head, he said, “Not well. I think he might like if you were with him.” Especially since you don't lust after him like I do, he finished to himself.
Ororo moved over to where Remy lay and held his hand, trying to ignore emotions that she recognized as his. He was not in good shape. "Remy?" she tried to reach him softly.
Wanting more than anything in the world to help Remy, Peter knew he would never have Remy’s love, but he loved him back all the same. He wanted to help him so badly.
Remy shouted at the top of his lungs, "Get out!!!!!" and threw a couple of couch cushions at Ororo. They were not charged. "Get out! Lemme alone! I can'-- I can't control dis!" He calmed down as Ororo looked at Remy with a very worried face. "I don' wanna hurt you.... y' safer at de mansion." He paused waiting for them to leave. "Go!" he gestured toward the general direction of the mansion.
Hearing him, Peter got up and went outside of the boathouse and sat down on the steps, so he could hear him.
Ororo went outside with Peter and put a hand on his shoulder. "I know that it is difficult, but Remy requested that we go to the mansion. He is correct that... we will not bother each other if separated by such a distance.”
“How can we leave him alone when he is in this state?” he swallowed, heavily concerned. “What if he hurts himself? “
"Remy has a phone. He can call us for help, but there is nothing we can do now save interfere," Ororo said calmly.
Emma answered the phone in the mansion in her cool, overly-professional voice. "Xavier Intitute for Gifted youngsters, this is Co-Headmaster Frost."
“Hey. Logan. Remy get home?”
"Gambit is in the boathouse," Emma said. "Shall I transfer you down to him?" she asked sounding slightly annoyed.
“Yeah....” There were small beeping sounds from the phone and then ringing again. After more rings than usual, the phone was picked up but there was no greeting.
“...... Hello?”
"Logan?" Remy's voice asked, cracking with emotion. "You okay? Creed din' hurt you?"
“Remy?” Logan was startled by how he sounded. “Remy, is that you? You sound like hell. Are you hurt?”
"Non," he said sounding like he was crying—which he had been and was about to start again. "You need me t' come an' get you?—cause I could," he offered.
“No... Darlin, I'm fine... What's wrong?”
"I jus' so worried 'bout you.... I need you, Logan. Pete's in love wit' me and 'Ro is annoyed by m'... Emma hates me...." Remy realized how selfish he was being in that instant and he felt ashamed of himself. He collapsed to the floor still holding the phone and tried to pull himself together. "You... do what y' need t' do, Logan...."
Sighing, he said, “Darlin’... They all care bout ya.” He was going to have to beat the snot out of Emma upon his return. “'Ro loves ya, kid... An’ I'll be back before ya know it... I promise, all right?” Logan sighed again and ruffled his hand through his hair. “Look, I'm sorry I yelled at ya earlier, kid... I didn't mean it... I just don’t wancha in trouble....” He could hear Remy breathing funny. “You... You havin’ another attack, darlin’?”
Remy nodded, then realized that Logan couldn't see him over the phone. "Oui..." he shuddered. "I be okay f' tree days. Y' be back den?" he asked tentatively.
“Well... Darlin’, I gotta drive back... That takes about two days....” He swallowed. “I can... I can leave right now. Then I'd be home first thing Sunday mornin’....”
"Non, Logan... y' gota get y' memory back, oui? How's dat goin' by de way?" he asked conversationally though his voice was a little weak.
Rubbing at his eyes and sighing, he should have known better than to leave him there alone. “Not too well.” He had his mouth pressed to the phone like he could kiss him through it. “.....” He said softly, “I miss ya....”
"I miss y' too, cher," Remy mumbled into the receiver, longing to kiss Logan through it as well.
Victor had heard enough. He was going crazy listening to him talk that way to the Cajun! The door to the outside world creaked open, but he didn't bother to close it once he left. He was on the hunt now. There was no way that feeb Cajun was going to have his man!
Logan smiled softly. “I'll come home tonight. There's nothin' here that can't wait....”
"I could come get y' in de jet?" he offered in a small voice.
Smiling, Logan chuckled softly. “Send Scott. I don't want ya flyin’ in yer condition.” And really, he liked the idea of making Scott come get him in his pajamas.
"Okay. I'll have Scott get y'. Maybe he can kill Creed while he dere?" Remy half-joked.
Grinning, he said, “Maybe in a bit... I need that flea bag ta help with my memory... But after that, I'll see what I can do....”
"Y’ not... y' not bringin' 'im wit you... are y'?" Remy asked, his voice tinged with fear.
“Fuck no!” He got a little nervous himself at the idea. “No, just me.” He chuckled.
"'Kay," Remy's voice lightened. "Y take care 'til I see y' 'gain."
“Yeah, you too...” He paused a moment. He didn’t say this often. “Love ya....”
Remy clutched the phone hard in his hands. "I love you too, Logan. Aishiteru. Hontoni aishiteru." [I love you. Truly, I love you. In Japanese] He was quiet, then started to sniffle.
Getting a goofy smile on his face when Remy said that, then heard his sniffling. “Y' all right?”
"Oui. I see you soon, oui?"
“Oui... Bye....” Logan was reluctant to hang up.
"Logan!" Remy shouted hoping he hadn’t missed him.
“Yeah?”
Remy paused, but then continued, "You know dat... it doesn' matter t' me who you were-- in de past. Y' who y' are now... dat's what's important...."
Softly chuckling, Logan said, “.... Thanks, darlin’... Same ta you....”
"Remy remember de bastard he been, so it don' really apply de same way," Remy smiled. "I see you soon, amour."
Smiling, Logan said, “See ya, darlin’....” and gingerly put down the phone, still grinning like a smitten idiot.
Remy trembled in relief as he pushed the button to disconnect them. Logan was coming home! He was too relieved for words.
Coming back to himself, Logan barked out, “Creed!!” He started sniffing for him. Seeing the door ajar, Logan groaned, “Aw, fuck.” He used his nose and Creed’s footprints to track him down, snarling for him. “Creed! Dammit!!”
The tire tracks that led away from the complex in the snow told him that Creed took the car Logan brought. That left Logan trapped. Logan swore a blue streak at the sight of the tire tracks. He could smell his rage and bloodlust and raced back into the building. He had a pretty good idea what he was up to and dialed up the mansion.
"Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters—" Emma said dryly.
“Scott in the air yet?!”
"Scott? Scott isn't going anywhere in the jet," she informed Logan.
“Creed stole my car. I gotta get back there before he does!”
"Are you telling me that Victor Creed is on his way to the mansion, Logan?" Emma said darkly.
Baring his teeth, he said, “I dunno, Emma, but if he is I damn well need ta be there! Now quit yackin’ and get me that jet!”
"Scott will be in the air in five minutes. Expect him at the location I gave you in the file in twenty minutes," she said after giving a strongly thought-ed message to her lover.
“Fine.” Begrudgingly, he said, “Thanks.”
Emma raised an eyebrow at that and said, graciously, "You're welcome." Now come back and take care of that brat of yours, she thought to herself.
Hanging up, Logan went outside, pacing back and forth in front of the complex.
It took Scott all of twenty three minutes to get there. Scrambling into the jet, Logan said nothing but, “Hurry!”
Scott asked as he took off, "Emma said something about Creed coming to the school? What's going on?" he asked in his leader voice. He didn't want to be a taxi-service and so needed to justify this to himself as getting the only member of his team that could reasonably fight that particular opponent back to the school to protect the kids.
“Could be. I think so. I think he's after Remy.”
"Gambit? Why him?" he asked puzzled.
“Because he's my lover.” Don't pry, pipsqueak.
"Trying to get at you that way? That's a new angle for him," Scott observed.
“No it isn't.” You idiot. Go fuck a telepath.
"You mean he's tried this before?"
Snarling, Logan asked, “Where've you been?” He was cross at the moment.
"Don't get testy with me, Logan," Scott warned.
Crossing his arms, Logan bit out, “Just fly.” Scott flew all the way home, keeping it on manual control because it was faster. They were there in fifteen minutes and as soon as Scott powered down the jet, he was out of his seat.
Anxious for the steps to descend, Logan was waiting there impatiently like a dog who needed to go out, and raced out as soon as there was a Logan-sized opening. Sprinting to the boathouse and rushing inside, he called out, “Remy!?”
"Logan!" Remy smiled and stood up to hug him tightly.
Squeezing him hard, Logan took a good long sniff of him. “Hey, darlin’... We need ta get you back to the mansion.”
"Quoi? Why, cher?" he asked concerned by the immense worry that wasn't fading as he embraced Logan.
“I think Creed's headed this way.” An’ you're in no shape to fight him.
"What...? Why's he comin' here?" Remy's heart beat picked up double-time and he was heading for the door. In this sort of a state, he wasn't willing to face Creed either.
“I think he heard me talkin' to ya on the phone....” He grabbed a few of Remy’s things. “He took my car, so we got some time before he shows...” He threw a bag over one shoulder and lifted Remy into his arms easily. Logan carried him out of the boathouse, past Piotr who was still sitting on the steps.
"Logan..." Remy protested. "I c'n walk. Dieu, Logan, put me down!"
“No,” he grinned sharkily. “I like carryin’ ya.”
Remy rested his head on Logan's shoulder and curled into him. "Love y', cher," he said quietly into Logan's ear.
Just beaming, puffed up with pride, Logan walked into the mansion and through the halls with him like, 'see what I got?'
"Where we gon' go?" he asked carefully. They technically didn't have rooms any more, although he didn’t think Scott had given them away yet and there were guest rooms in the mansion.
Licking his teeth, Logan said, “I was thinkin’ of takin' you ta the .... well... holding cells. You can't get out, but Creed certainly can't get in....”
"Codes can be broken, Logan," he said, not trusting being in a place he didn't control security to.
“Well, Creed's never broken them. And if ya haven't noticed, he ain't that smart.” He would just feel safe if Remy was behind a protective force other than himself.
"Will you... stay wid me in dere?" he asked.
“Of course!” He was shocked Remy would think otherwise. Opening the door to the little prison Logan activated one of the cells. Remy wasn't claustrophobic, but he was wary of cells that he designed. No one could get out of them... except for Remy himself. He had made sure of that. He just hoped that Scott hadn't found and closed off the backdoor he left himself.
Carrying him into the cell, Logan cringed a bit as it closed behind him, and set him down on the bed. Logan tucked him in.
"Y' don' like it in here any more dan me, hunh?" Remy observed as they settled down.
Smirking, he said, “Nah. But yer here for yer own protection, so don't go about trippin’ the locks er nothin’.” He knew he could. “Ya want out, just ask.”
Remy nodded and tried to relax and pretend they were back in the boathouse, but it wasn't really working. There were still minds all around them and he held up his hole ridden shields and tried to patch them up.
Sighing, Logan could see him struggling. He was going to gut Emma. Sitting next to him, Logan stroked his hair. “I'm sorry, darlin’... Fer alla this....”
"Not y' fault," he said and his brow crinkled in concentration and frustration as a patch he just put up was torn through by a passing anger like it was rice paper. Probably some kids just having a fight, Remy observed as he tried again.
Snarling, Logan got up and demanded to be let out of the cell. Marching into the hall, he roared that anyone who came within 20 feet of the containment cell doors was gonna get torn up and what the hell were they all doing down there anyway!?
The kids passing on their way to classes, in the Danger Room, some of the Hellions, cowered at Logan's anger and rushed off to the Danger Room.
Snarling at them Logan went upstairs and kicked all the kids out of the classroom above the containment cells, telling them their class was going to be held in the drawing room until everything was sorted out. He left the classroom and locked it before going back downstairs to Remy. “Feel any better?”
Remy looked at Logan and smiled. "Oui, but... what did y' do?"
“Kicked ‘em all out.” Stepping back in the cell with Remy, remote control for it in his pocket, Logan shut the door behind him.
"All de kids?" Remy asked. "Logan... y' shouldn' have ta do dat.... I should be stronger dan dis... I jus' can' seem t' get m'self t'geder....”
Shrugging, Logan said, “They were makin’ a racket anyway.” He sat by Remy’s feet, and leaned against the wall, gently stroking his calf. He said softly. “I'm sorry I left ya, Remy...”
"Y' did what y' had t' do," he observed mildly. "I can’t keep y' from who y' are."
Crawling up behind him, Logan wrapped his arm around Remy. “Nah... But I gotta look after you....” Cause you're my mate now and that's what mates do.
"I don' mean t' need so much lookin' after," he said starting to sound pitiful.
Chuckling, Logan nuzzled into his neck. “You'll get better.”
Remy was silent for a moment. "What if I don', Logan? What if I can'? I try t' put up shields, but dey're jus' like tracin' paper... anythin' jus' blast through an' tears it up." His deep worry was obvious.
Kissing his cheek, Logan said, “You'll get it under control, Remy... You've had this power as long as you've had yer kinetics and you had it under control before...” Stroking his hand up and down Remy’s arm gently, he continued, “You'll get it under control because you have to. It's survival instinct.” He knew about those.
"Logan... I don' tink I had dese as long as I had m' kinetics...." he trailed off.
“..... You haven’t?”
"I don' remember ever feelin' anythin' oders felt... not until... I was eighteen." Julien was de first person I felt.... He shuddered with the memory of the powerful sinking in his gut and the aching of his heart as Julien died. He had thought that he was just feeling sympathetic and guilty for what he'd done… until now.
“You've still had them a while, then....” He wrapped his arm around Remy’s waist and pulls him back against him.
"But I changed so much, Logan..."
“How?” Creed was right, I am a cuddle monster.
"De... de lo--" he couldn't even say it! It was too humiliating. "De lobotomy Sinister gave me," he finally spit out.
Taking him by the shoulder Logan made him roll onto his back so he could look at him. “The what?”
Remy closed his eyes in humiliation and his breathing became erratic. "Sinister took out part o' m' brain so I wouldn' have dese problems no more."
Stares at Remy, shocked, Logan said, “Did.... Did you tell Emma about this?” He felt a little sick, thinking this as worse than his memory wipe.
Remy shook his head.
Wrapping his arms around Remy, Logan folded him close. He was pretty creeped out by this revelation. “You gotta tell Emma, darlin’...” he said stroking his hair. He hated that Remy had suffered so much in his short life.
"What good will it do?" Remy felt like his world would collapse if he couldn't get decent shields into place. His frustration at not being able to hold up walls wasn't helping his situation any.
Shaking his head, he said, “It's important Remy!” He kissed him once. “It may answer some questions, it may...” he sighed, “I don't know, it might help if she knew!” He was desperate for him to get better.
Remy nodded and turned to snuggle closer to Logan. Remy ran a hand over Logan's stomach to comfort himself as he nuzzled Logan's side.
Sighing heavily, Logan asked, “Can I call her in here now?” He stroked his soft auburn hair. Lord, but he was yummy.
"Emma?" he asked surprised.
“Yeah... Tell her about... What he did....”
Remy's hand curled up in Logan's shirt, grabbing it tightly. He could feel that Logan wasn't angry at him... more that he was concerned and appalled. "Why aren't y' mad at me?" he asked quietly. He didn't want Logan to be mad at him... he just expected it.
Looking down at him, he asked, “Why would I be mad at you?”
"'Cause I let 'im," he said simply. He let Sinister take a piece of him... and a piece of his soul. He was angry at himself and was wondering why Logan didn't seem to be.
Cradling his face and gazing at him, Logan said softly, “Darlin... That wasn't yer fault... You were victimized....”
"Where's de line, Logan? What's de difference 'tween a victim an' a perpetrator, hunh? I jus'... I don' wan' Sabertoot' tellin' y' anythin' dat would surprise y' 'bout me...." He was so afraid of losing Logan. He wanted to keep everything hidden, but he knew that if Logan didn't hear it from him that it would make it ten times worse. He learned that lesson once already.
Settling back, Logan stroked his shoulder. “What could Sabertooth tell me that I don't already know?”
Remy closed his eyes tightly. "How I got 'im t' come wit me... fer Sinister...."
Suddenly Logan felt the blood freeze in his veins. He scarcely more than muttered, “How did you?” He didn't think Sabertooth would need any prompting to kill a score of innocents.
"Sinister requested I get Creed. Wasn' my idea. I knew him from before... we din' part ways on any kinda good terms, so I had t' negotiate wit 'im before he'd go wit' me. He said he didn' wan' money... said he wanted a show o' good fait'...." Remy's voice cracked.
His heart thumped extra hard, scared at what Remy would say next, but he just had to know. “And...?”
"Logan... I never sold m'self before in m' life... but I did den," he said in a whisper. "It hurt so much, Logan," he said hoarsely. He shuddered thinking of the wounds he had from that, but never scars. He still had his healing factor then... and Creed took full advantage of it. He remembered Creed biting off a chunk of his shoulder as he fucked him and the incredible pain and dizziness for what seemed like hours, but could only have been minutes as he healed from the wound. He could to this day feel his claws running down his sides, leaving self closing trails of blood.
Staring at Remy with gradually watering blue eyes, Logan huffed softly to keep those awful gagging sobs at bay. He said softly, “Oh, Remy....” and stroked his face. “Oh, Remy....” He felt a healthy well of fury start to build in himself, tried to hide it so he didn’t scare him. Squeezing him close, he said, “Yer mine now. Ain’t no one gonna hurt you....” Pressing his face in Remy’s neck, he just kept getting angrier and angrier.
"Please don' be angry wit me," he asked in what was fast approaching a sob. He could see the anger being tucked behind his protectiveness.
Kissing Remy’s neck and his ears, Logan said, “I'm not, I'm not... I love you....” He got off the bed and tucked him in. He felt he could sob for what Remy had suffered, kissing his forehead. “Stay here, darlin’....” Logan was so fucking infuriated, he had to get away from him. “I love you....” He really did. That was why he was so freaking emotional about this. He rushed out of the holding cell.
Remy didn't know what to do when Logan left. Once he was out of range of his empathy, he felt empty... hollow. As if there were nothing to him except what was of others and the thought scared him. He was comforted by the fear though, when he looked at it, finding that it was his own. He calmed himself and remembered Logan's words of love and tried to hold onto them so he wouldn't panic at his lover's absence.
Racing to Emma, interrupting her class and hauling her out of the room, he asked, “Where's Creed? Can you feel him?” He was desperate, blood singing for violence.
Emma had been going over lockdown procedures with the kids so they all knew what to do when the teachers told them to go hide. "Last I felt he was just entering New York State. I will check again with Cerebra," she said and headed to Cerebra's chamber.
Following, anxious as hell, Logan was hyper aware and concentrating hard on not ejecting his claws and tearing the mansion to shreds.
Emma got into Cerebra and linked up, taking her out into the world where she found Creed pretty readily. He was particularly bloodthirsty today as thoughts of ripping out Gambit's heart dominated his mind. "He's getting close," she noted and also noted that he was speeding with several police cars chasing after him down the freeway. She contacted the head of the police squad and told him telepathically that the man was headed for the X-Men and that they would take care of him. It would not be safe for the officers to get in his way and it looked like Emma's warning worked and the police withdrew, leaving Creed focused on his goal ahead instead of distracted by innocents around him.
Rocking on his toes and looks toward the door, Logan asked, “How long?”
"I'm thinking he'll be here in about an hour," she said. "If not forty-five minutes. We'll start evacuating the children now," she said as she disconnected from Cerebra.
Nodding, Logan marched out and down the hall, extending his claws halfway to the door and slices a suit of armor clean in half.
Emma started evacuating the kids after arranging it with Reed Richards for them to stay at their place until the mansion was safe again. Logan went out onto the front lawn and paced back and forth like a caged tiger, slashing at hedges and trees, snarling furiously. Waiting for his enemy.
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