Mists of the Net

 

By: Esprit

Rating: Mature Subjects so far.  Later intended to reach Explicit Sex!

Pairing: Remy / Logan

Disclaimer: Characters and background history on them belong to Marvel comics and no money was made in the production of this story.

 

 

 

Special thanks go to W6C for helping me with part of this story.

 

 

 

            The woman was interesting, to say the least.  She was a firecracker who occasionally was a kick in the pants and she was sexy as all hell.  This was of course only from his experience with her online, but that was enough.  He was sure if he met her, she would be a neat person no matter what she looked like.  Logan imagined her several ways, but the one that seemed to stick with him was the image of a woman much like Jean.  It was easy to stick with given the ‘fyre’ in her screen name and her personality.

 

They had met on a mutant support group, where she was an active member.  Logan had just been checking things out and had been quickly drawn into her style.  She was a woman after his own heart and her convictions showed through.

 

When he had asked her about a mutant power though, she shied away from the subject, saying that she preferred not to say one way or the other.  Logan felt he could respect that, although it was a little frustrating because if she was… the idea of meeting her and having her at the mansion was alluring, especially after they had gotten particularly hot and heavy with each other one evening.

 

He was spending more time on the internet than he had in his entire life and it worried him a little, but it was the anticipation of seeing her again every time they signed off and the way it grew and wrenched his heart right before they were scheduled to meet that kept him coming back regardless of how worried he was.  She was a bit better spoken than he was online, but he liked that about her.  She could be emphatic and expressive and downright sailor-mouthed, but she did it with correct grammar.  He thought it was cute.

 

He had asked about her ‘stats’ when they got together the first time and she had explained that she was very tall and had auburn hair with eyes that her ‘exes said went well with her hair.’  He imagined a brown that was almost reddish in tint complimenting the auburn.  She had said that she was well built but would prefer not to disclose her weight.  Logan wasn’t going to share his either and he had smirked at the thought.

 

Logan had told her about the black hair and blue eyes and she seemed to like that a lot.  Her reactions were so cute. 

 

They were online, having just had an incredible session of tossing on their virtual bed and fyrefemme asked something that Logan thought was a bit random.

 

fyrefemme:  Logan… what if I told you… that everything about me is a lie?

theWolverine:  Well how much of a lie could it be darlin’?  We’ve been tagether an’ had fun…  We hardly talk about our private lives. ;)

 

They were in fact too busy virtually shagging each other to care much about their private lives, and neither seemed to care much about the past or background of the other.  Logan felt that he knew enough about her through their conversation to give him an idea as to who she was.  Logan was a bit perplexed that she would say something like that.  After all, the internet was supposed to be a place for anonymity, which was why the mutant support group they were part of used it as a medium.  It’s not like whatever she could have told him would be that bad.  So her hair color is actually puce—big deal. 

 

fyrefemme:  It’s… something a bit more basic than anything I told you…  I’m very afraid to tell you, so I want to say now that I’ve started developing feelings for you… and I don’t know what to do about it.

theWolverine:  Tell ya the truth, I’ve started developin’ feelin’s fer you too darlin’. 

fyrefemme:  That is more flattering than you know.  I’m afraid that they’ll end here though, Logan. 

theWolverine:  We’ll see when ya tell me what it is that’s on yer mind.  I don’t think I’m gonna mind anything ya tell me darlin’.

fyrefemme:  But, Logan… my screen name is—misleading.  It really should be… fyrehomme.  *cringe*

 

 

Logan was silent for a long time, his hands off the keys staring at the screen.  He hadn’t been expecting that one.  He had been expecting her to tell him that she was on the mutant support group in order to bash and sabotage it, or that she lived in Iowa instead of Washington like she said.  He had been prepared for her to tell him that she was an ugly, old, overweight lady from Utah more than he was ready for that.  He didn’t know which was worse, the old lady from Utah or that… his internet lover… was actually a man.

 

Did that mean he was gay?  He hadn’t known that he wasn’t a she.  Lots of thoughts filled Logan’s head as he thought about it all and he stared at the screen again.

 

theWolverine:  Why?

 

He thought it was a simple enough request.  Really—why do that to someone?  Make them think you’re a woman, then spring on them your true gender?  Did it matter?  After all, they would never touch each other, and the words that displayed in front of him were rather hot when they were in the midst of things.

 

fyrefemme:  Because I’m a *man,* Logan!

theWolverine:  No, I meant, why do you pretend to be a woman online… when you’re a man?  I mean… what were you imagining when we were… y’know?

 

He couldn’t even type it—it was too embarrassing to admit that he had made out with a man online.

 

fyrefemme:  I used a misleading screen name to add another layer of protection to me while online.  When we… were intimate… I was imagining you inside me.  I hope that’s not TMI…

theWolverine:  Yeah, it kinda is.

fyrefemme:  You asked.

theWolverine:  …I guess I did.

theWolverine:  Look… I know ya said ya had feelin’s fer me and all, but I really don’t think I can see you again.

fyrefemme:  I expected nothing more.

fyrefemme:  Good bye… Logan.

 

Logan didn’t bother to type good bye.  He was a little shaken up about that.  He had approached this thing with such calm and a buoyant resolve that this secret was not something that was going to tear them apart, but it had in less than fifteen lines.  How lame was that?

            Seeing fyrefemme sign off was a different experience this time because he was still imagining her getting up sexily from her computer, but… he was probably crying in his gay bachelor pad.  The feeling of betrayal washed through him as the name disappeared from his list of friends online and appeared in the offline contacts.

 

 

 

 

The next day, after Logan had to go down to Harry's alone because his drinking buddy was in just as much of a fit as he was, he noticed that even though he was still trying to be his normal self... Gambit was still very depressed.  That was odd.  Usually if something happened, Remy would be the one to brush it off more quickly than Logan.

 

Trying to talk to him about it was probably not the greatest idea either, especially because in the evenings, when Remy drank—he drank alone.  That kind of bothered Logan because it meant something was really wrong, but what the heck could he do about it?  It's not like the Cajun would talk to him about it and even if he were to, it's not like he could magically solve the problem.

 

"Cajun, yer depressing me," he commented to Remy over breakfast a couple days later.  Remy had gotten an almost disgusted look on his face as he stared off into space, not acting like he acknowledged Logan except that he rose from the table, leaving his coffee and exited the room.  Logan sighed.  That wasn't exactly the effect he was looking to have and he got more concerned over Remy the longer he saw him like that.  He would never be smiling, never laugh.  It was particularly bothersome because he could be a moral booster and he just... stopped.

 

It was a week after that incident that Logan heard a sound he hadn't heard in what seemed like a month, but had only been a couple of weeks.  Cajun laughter!  Logan rushed into the room it was coming from—the Rec Room, only trying not to seem like he had been in a hurry, and peeked in.  Remy was laughing at Bobby, joking happily with him and Logan smiled.

 

"Hey, Logan," Bobby greeted and Remy stopped cold in mid-laugh.  That was odd.

 

Slowly, Remy turned to see Logan and his face held a lot of emotions that Logan couldn't decipher.  The nervous and... hurt? looking man swallowed and got up, frown firmly in place again, eyes never lighting on Logan.  He made for the door and stood there, as if waiting for Logan to clear a path for him, looking at the space beyond Logan where he wanted to go.

 

"I causin' you a problem, Cajun?" Logan asked, not willing to move for him until he explained why Logan obviously was causing him pain.

 

"Non," he said passively and leaned forward as if to slide past Logan, but Logan moved into his chosen path.

 

"Kid... ya been upset fer a week.  An' all of a sudden yer laughin' until I get in the room an' it's gloom an' doom all over again?  Come on—what's eatin' ya?"

 

"Nothin', Logan.  I jus' wanna be alone," he said, with eyes squinting in pain.

 

"I'll let ya go fer now, Remy... but if this keeps up fer long, I'm gonna pin ya down and drag it outta ya," he threatened.  Remy's heart picked up so quickly, Logan was afraid he'd offended the boy.  He smelled all sorts of things going on in him when he said that and Remy closed his eyes tight and pushed past the shorter man in his way.  Perplexed, Logan looked after him and breathed in the lingering scents of the young man's mood.

 

That really was odd.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Remy was at least making a concerted effort to be the cheerful man Logan expected to see, but there was still a hint of melancholy about him for about a week.  Then he started going out at night and Logan was relieved.  It was normal for Remy to do that—especially after what happened with Rogue.  They hadn't ever gotten back together—not since Egypt.

 

"Hey, Remy.  Wanna go fer beers?" he asked, hoping to get to be social with his friend again, since he seemed to be doing better.

 

"I... got plans tonight, homme.  Sorry," he said and went back to reading his book.

 

"You ain't doin' anything now, right?  Come on, let's grab somethin' ta eat."

 

"No' hungry," he said mildly without lifting his eyes from the book.

 

"Cards?" he asked with his eyebrows raised at him, trying to think of something to do with him.  He missed his company.

 

"Non, thanks," he said and turned the page.

 

"Who are you and what have ya done with Remy Le Beau!!?" Logan shouted, semi-serious at Remy.  The only clue that he wasn't truly serious was that his claws were still in their sheaths.  Remy's eyes lifted finally from the book and his eyes glinted with charged energy.

 

"What, Logan?  What do y' wan' from me?!" he shouted, offended.

 

"You been avoidin' me, Remy.  I thought it was just 'cause ya were glum, but I don't know what ta make of alla this.  Refusin' ta gamble?  You??"

 

"Yeah, well I thought y' were reasonable, so guess we both been disappointed, non?"  Remy rose from his chair and tossed the book aside, not bothering to mark it.

 

"How am I bein' unreasonable?  I thought we were friends, damnit."

 

"We were," Remy said and walked out of the library.

 

What the hell was that?  Were?  So... they weren't friends any more?  Why?  What did Logan do?  It was then that he knew he'd offended Remy in some way and he was determined to find out.  He didn't know why he was so determined, but really, the kid was someone with a lot of ability to understand him and he would hate to have a misunderstanding between them when Logan really didn't mean to offend him.

 

"Remy!" Logan shouted as he followed after him.

 

Remy was of course, ignoring him, and looked like he was headed up to his room.  Intercepting him, Logan stepped in front of Remy.  "Look, kid—I didn't mean to offend ya," Logan said, trying to placate him long enough to figure out what the hell it was that he did wrong.

 

"Yes, actually, y' did," he said and stepped around Logan to open his door.

 

"What the fuck did I do?" he asked, upset that he didn't even understand what was going on.  "Did I take the last o' the Southern Comfort when ya weren't lookin' er somethin'?" he asked grouchily.

 

"Prick," Remy commented tersely as he slammed the door shut. 

 

Logan sighed and went across the hall to his room and looked around.  Seeing his PC, he went to boot it up and thought he would dink around on the net for a bit to get his mind off of Remy and whatever royal screw up this was.  It had been a habit… while he’d been dating fyrefemme…to go and escape to the internet and to her…and it was just the momentum of the habit that drove him to the computer again.  When he got online though... he saw fyrefemme pop onto his online friends list.  She hadn't shown... his face in several weeks and Logan was a little surprised that he would use the name any more.  Maybe Logan wasn't the only man he was picking up and pretending to be a woman with.

 

theWolverine:  You causin' trouble again?

fyrefemme:  Get lost, old man.

theWolverine:  You really oughtta change yer screen name

fyrefemme:  Fuck you, Logan.

theWolverine:  Not fer the world, bub

fyrefemme:  Then leave me alone!

theWolverine:  Did you ever lie to me?

fyrefemme:  Yes.

theWolverine:  What did you lie about?

fyrefemme:  Living in Washington.  I used to live there.

theWolverine:  Where are you now?

fyrefemme:  Like I would tell you.

theWolverine:  Stats?

fyrefemme:  Mostly honest.  I, of course, made up the cup size.

theWolverine:  Red hair?

fyrefemme:  Auburn.

 

Logan paused as he re-read their conversation like he always did.  One of the things Logan had been unwilling to disclose was his age.  He had told fyrefemme that he looked like he was thirty, whatever age he actually was, so... how did he know that he was really old?

 

theWolverine:  How do you know I'm old?

fyrefemme:  You wouldn't tell me your age and you're a prude.

theWolverine:  LOL!  I never thought o' myself as a prude.

fyrefemme:  Well, you are.

theWolverine:  I been thinkin'...  We're not actually touchin' or anything...  Why don't we pick up where we left off?

fyrefemme:  Excuse me?????

theWolverine:  You heard me.  I've been thinkin' a lot about it and I don't see anything wrong.

 

Logan was also feeling particularly frustrated and isolated.  He had been thinking about her... him though and really did figure that since he was imagining a woman when they were intimate that it didn't really matter.

 

fyrefemme:  I can't be a woman for you any more, Logan.

theWolverine:  I've got an imagination and it works.

fyrefemme:  No, Logan.  I *won't* be a woman for you any more.  If you want me, you'll have to take me as a man.

theWolverine:  A man?!  What gives?

fyrefemme:  I'm not going to lie to you any more, Logan.  I don't want you breaking my heart again.

 

Breaking...

 

theWolverine:  .... Remy?

 

fyrefemme's screen name disappeared from his list immediately and Logan rose from his seat.  This was impossible!!!

 

"Remy!?" Logan shouted and got up from his computer immediately to run over to Remy's room.  He knew the kid was in there.  "Remy?!" Logan shouted and knocked on his door.  He really wanted this not to be the case, but Remy had started acting depressed right after he told fyrefemme that he couldn't see him any more and... the pieces just seemed to fit since Remy was avoiding him.

 

"Remy?!" Logan shouted, pounding on Remy's door, but there was no answer and no sound of movement from beyond... not that he would have been able to hear very well with how silent the kid usually was. 

 

The door was locked and Logan was debating destroying the lock, but that probably wouldn't do any good.  He needed to figure out where Remy was.

 

The firing of a motorcycle engine gave Logan a clue and he raced down to the garage to grab his own bike so he could follow after Remy.  By the time he got started, the boy was halfway down Greymalken Lane.  Logan had confidence that he could catch up with him though.

 

He started to see Remy at the bottom of the hill and Logan opened up the throttle in order to catch up with him, but once Remy caught a whiff of Logan behind him, he wasn't about to make it easy on Logan to catch up with him.  He started directly onto the freeway and went flying as soon as he could, past cars, weaving in and out of traffic as if he didn't care whether he lived or died.  Logan had seen accidents with motorcyclists like that and Remy wasn't wearing a helmet.

 

There was of course, no way that he was going to let him go, so he decided that he had better catch him before he took a nasty spill.  The cars on the road seemed like they were still compared to the motion of the two Harleys that flew down the freeway.  Remy was weaving pretty effectively through the traffic and it made things a little hard for Logan. 

 

Catching up with him eventually though, Logan motioned for Remy to pull over.  Remy's expression could have been pained from the wind whipping in his face, but Logan wasn't convinced.  The boy did pull over, but it was done a lot faster than Logan had expected, his bike swerving and decelerating rapidly, leaving Logan flying ahead of him. 

 

Slowing down as quickly as he could, Remy was still off the nearest ramp by the time Logan could slow down to the point where he could get off to the shoulder. 

 

Growling, Logan stuck to the shoulder and rode the wrong way down it, getting honked at as he went and followed after Gambit who was off on a side street.  Thankfully it wasn't a fast paced side street, otherwise Logan might have lost him completely.

 

Catching up to him, Logan made an angry gesture and tried to corral Remy off to the side.  Eventually, the younger man veered off into a parking lot in front of a bar.  He parked and glared at Logan.

 

"What was dat all about?" he growled.

 

"Yer fyrefemme," he stated.  Logan could hear Remy's heart beating pretty rapidly, but they both had a lot of adrenaline going through them, so it was difficult to gauge his reactions.

 

"Fiery, homme, but I ain' a femme," Remy growled.

 

"Yer online handle.  That's it, isn't it?"

 

"I don' know what yer talkin' 'bout," he said casually and if it hadn't been for the little flip-flop his heart did, Logan would have believed him.

 

"Quit lyin' ta me!" he shouted.

 

"Why de fuck does it matter to you, hunh?!" Remy called back, just as angry.  Two could play at this game.  "You got my heart an' crushed it, now you wan' my pride?!"

 

Logan stopped shouting at that and looked at Remy thoughtfully.  "I don't wancher pride, Gumbo...  I'm... I'm just... fuckin' reelin' here from this, okay?"

 

"Reel all y' wan'.  Not like it make a difference in de end," Remy said and started his bike back up.

 

"Shut that engine off or I'm gonna skewer it!" Logan warned and his claws came out threateningly.  Remy shut off his engine and folded his arms glaring at Logan.  "Why'd ya do it, Remy?"

 

"Do what?  As I recall, it was you who made de first move."

 

"You couldda told me... that you were a guy."

 

"Oui, but den I wouldn'a gotten t' have fun wid you, would I?"

 

"That was fun ta you?  Laughin' ta yerself that Logan's gay an' if only he knew?"

 

"What?  Dat's in your head, mon ami, not mine.  I had no delusions dat you were anythin' oder dan straight."

 

"Then why'd you tell me...?"  Why ever break the illusion if he were enjoying it for what it was?

 

"I..." Remy looked to the side and down at the gravel of the parking lot they were in.  "I... didn' wanna lie t' you any more..."  Remy's heart rate picked up again and Logan didn't believe the whiff he caught of some peculiar odors from him.

 

"Why the sudden change o' heart?"

 

Glaring at his eyes, Remy's glowed.  "Fuck you," he threw, his voice dripping with venom.

 

Logan snorted shortly.  "What, Gumbo, ya started fallin' for me?" he asked with a smirk.

 

The blow wasn't something Logan expected, otherwise he probably would have caught it instead of having to roll with the punch over his bike.  The roar of Remy's engine could be heard again and this time, he was off before Logan could really do anything to stop him. 

 

On the gravel ground, Logan figured that he should let Remy go this time... and that he might have been closer than he liked with that last comment.

 

God, what would he do??  He couldn't accept such affection...  Not that it would be given again at this point.  That punch was pretty serious. 

 

Lifting himself back up, Logan sat there on his bike, thinking about what all Remy said before he started the bike up and headed back home.  Logan didn't think that Remy would be there any time soon and took a leisurely pace back.

 

 

 

 

 

Logan stormed into the mansion, slamming the door behind him. Without hesitation he ascended the main staircase two steps at a time. His only thoughts were on Remy and straightening this shit out. Somewhere, in another room, he heard a distant voice scolding, "Logan, I've asked you to not slam the front door." It was Chuck... but Logan was not deterred as he continued on, his boots pounding on the carpet as he strode purposefully down the corridor to Remy's bedroom.

He knew he was there, in the mansion, in his room... he could smell him.  His bike had been in the garage when Logan pulled in.

Rustling came from beyond Remy's door.

As he reached the Acadian's room, he didn't even hesitate as he grabbed the doorknob and entered the room as if he owned it and slammed the door behind him. "What the fuck are you doin', Cajun??"

Sticking a hand over his face as Logan barged in, Remy tossed a tool into a pile of clothes in a bag he'd obviously been packing. "I... I dunno..." he mumbled. He hadn't known what to do. Could this possibly be resolved with Logan? He didn't think so....

He was trying to leave... because that's what he figured Logan wanted—Remy gone, out of his life... not reminding him of that... what must now seem an embarrassing series of events.

"Whatd'ya mean ya don’t know??" he growled. "You fuckin' decked me. I'm tryin' to talk to you and you fuckin' punch me??"

"Y' were bein' a prick, Logan," Remy growled, his eyes turning to him and flickering with energy and anger.

Still furious, Logan blinked at his reply, "I...? I… was bein' a prick? I was. Me!?" He was mad and confused and he was lied to and made a fool of by his closest friend, but he was the one being a prick? "You lied to me! You played me for a fool!" He watched as Remy tossed more things into a bag as if he wasn't there. He moved toward him and grabbed him by the arm, pulling him around to face him. His anger and hurt showed on his face, nearly snarling as he said, "Stop that and talk to me!! You sonuvabitch, you owe me an explanation! The truth... all of it! Yer not gettin' off this easily!"  He shouted and grabbed the Cajun's packed bag and threw it across the room. It crashed against the dresser, stirring the glass of the mirror and rolled onto the floor. Logan glared at Le Beau waiting.

Remy bit his lip looking at Logan. He looked away from Logan, crimson shame creeping up on his cheeks. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "We met... an' I was just gon'... see how it was... wid you. Den... when I found dat I liked it... I was just gon' keep it t' myself—wasn' ever gonna tell y'... but den I started—" Remy cut himself off and cringed.

"I started... wantin' more... Started wantin' t' talk to y'... wanted t' touch y'...."  Remy tried to back away out of Logan's grasp.  "Tried t' convince m'self dat... it didn't matter... dat I could just... be wid you in m' own way..." Remy's expression changed to one far more pained. "But you were right across de hall..."  His voice cracked a little at the last phrase.

"We were talkin', Cajun! And touchin'.... until you—!" Logan had no idea how to finish that sentence. He suddenly stopped, his words hanging in the air. His love.... the one person he'd thought, was beginning to actually believe cared about him... didn't exist. She wasn't real. Well, she was real until... until Remy shattered the illusion.  "You took her away from me," he finally admitted, the scowl on his face still there, but his eyes weren't enraged anymore... they were hurt.  "You gave me somebody.... somebody to believe in... somebody to... trust... and then.... " Logan tried to explain to him, but he was having trouble with the whole thing himself. He'd slowly walked away, toward the other side of the room, rambling calmly as he tried to sort it all out , then he turned, his head coming around to meet the Cajun's eyes.  "You gave me somebody... I liked her....." he admitted and then he laughed sardonically at himself, "I actually fuckin' got myself to believe that there was somebody out there who liked me just for me.... what a fuckin' idiot!  Was that fun for you, Cajun? Givin' me someone to believe in and then... then just rippin' her away from me??"

Remy didn’t know that it meant that much to Logan.  He thought… that he was just having fun….  How much had this phantom woman come to mean to him… without Remy’s knowledge?   

“Logan…  Dere is someone out dere who likes y’ f’ who y’ are… it’s fyrefemme.  An’ no… it wasn’ fun.  You think it was fun to be ripped away?  When all I wanted t’ do was stay?”  He really wanted to be the one Logan was obsessing over and saying how much he cared about them.  He wanted it to be real, and he couldn’t count how many times he had nearly run across the hall and told Logan everything in person. 

He had kicked himself so many times for even starting this whole thing.  He kicked himself for lying to Logan, thinking that he would never want his relationships—even ones just for fun, based on a lie.  Was that not true?  Now he was kicking himself for having told Logan and not keeping the charade going.

Remy shook his head at Logan, and went to retrieve his bag from the dresser.  "I'm still me, Logan," Remy said, feeling foolish for phrasing it that way though.  He figured it wouldn't matter to Logan and just because of his body Logan was going to push him away...  He decided to stop torturing himself with trying to convince Logan that being loved by a man wasn't so bad.  "Is dat sufficient explanation, Logan?" he asked bitterly over his shoulder.

Logan stood with his eyes cast to the floor; focused inward, thinking deeply about the entire scenario, scowling heavily. When he heard Remy point out one important factor in this whole "charade", his eyes cleared and he came out of his own thoughts, surprising even himself with his reply. "Yeh, Remy...... it is," he answered, and turned his head just enough to look over his shoulder at his teammate.

Logan’s whole demeanor had changed.  That made Remy pause.  He seemed… more calm than he had been before… and even less hurt, which gave Remy a small flicker of hope to his heart.  Swallowing, Remy looked doubtfully over at Logan, hoping, but afraid to express it.  “… What…?”  What did that mean, then?  Did that mean that Remy was forgiven?  Did that mean that Logan was just going to live with the explanation but still want him to leave?  Remy didn’t know how to ask these questions though, so he floundered, hoping that Logan would explain himself further.

"Said it's good enough." 

Blinking a few times to clear his thoughts, Remy turned back to his packing.  "Good," he said and checked to make sure he had everything he needed before flinging the bag over his shoulder and stepping out of his room.  The X-Men tended to just pack up things left by their members until they returned... and maybe Remy would be able to some day, but it wouldn't be for a while.  Not until the hurt from... whatever the hell it was that happened—faded.

            "Where the hell do ya think yer goin'?" Logan asked, the good disposition gone from his features and his tone.

"I told you, Logan—I'm leavin'.  I can' stay here an'... look at you...  I jus' can't."  Remy winced at his gut clenching as he turned from him and headed down the hall. 

"Will you getcher ass back in that room so I can talk ta somethin' other than yer back, please?" 

Remy was perplexed and his breath was shallow as he stopped... and complied with Logan's request.  He went and sat on his bed, waiting for Logan to explain what he wanted.  "Don' really see what dere is t' talk 'bout," he mumbled. 

"Then ya didn't understand what I meant when I said yer explanation was good enough." 

Remy shrugged, his eyebrows drawn together, feeling perplexed, but learning to accept that fact.  "Den y' wanna explain what y' meant?" 

"Remy... ya said so yerself—yer still you.  You didn't change, only my perception of ya did... and I'm still kinda peeved that ya were lyin' to me about it fer so damn long... but I can fergive that."  Remy swallowed, dreading the part where Logan asked him to stay and continue to be his friend.  He didn't know if he could do that.  "Now unload yer shit.  Yer stayin'." 

"Logan... I ain' sure I can...." 

"And why not?" 

"Because I—!!"  Remy interrupted himself, unable to get the words out.  He had never been able to get the words out—never make himself that vulnerable, especially when he knew that the sentiment would not be reciprocated.  Taking a deep breath, he tried to calm down and focus.  "I can' stay here an' be y' friend, Logan..." 

"Yeah?  What can ya stay here and be?" 

Remy wanted to spit out the shocking thing that would get Logan to let him go... but he just growled.  "Nothin'—I s'pose dat's why I'm goin'."  He looked at the floor. 

"Not an option," Logan stated, as if it weren't. 

"Den what—?!" 

"Stay," he said simply.  "Be what ya wanna be... but stay." 

Remy's eyes narrowed at Logan.  "Y' would never let me be what I wanna be." 

With Remy sitting, it made it easier on Logan to lean down to him, well into his space.  "Try me," he said quietly, but challenging him subtly. 

Heart beat starting to pick up at the challenge... and what seemed like an offer, Remy glanced at Logan's lips, giving away what he wanted, then they snapped back up to his storm blue eyes.  He swallowed.  He was going to kick himself for saying this years later... but it was what he had to say.  "I can't be a woman for y', Logan..." 

"I ain' askin' ya ta be," he said, obviously trying to keep his upset under control. 

"Den what are y' askin'?" 

"I'm askin' fer you ta stay, damnit!"  He thought that was obvious. 

Remy nodded, swallowing, then said, "Lemme rephrase...  What are y' offerin'?" 

"Remy... I ain' never done anything like this before, I'll admit.  Don't think I'd ever seek it out on my own... but what you said... it struck home.  You ain't changed.  Yer still... fyrefemme."  He smiled at the thought of finally getting to see her... even though she turned out to be a he—and a he across the hall, no less. 

"Yeah, but my body ain' at all what y' expected.  An'..." Remy closed his eyes, a bit of shame creeping into his tone.  "I wanna be attractive t' you..."  His eyes stung him unexpectedly and the knot in his throat tightened suddenly.  "...but I'm not," he said around the rock in his throat.  "Ain' nothin' dat can change dat," he bit out through gritted teeth. 

"Nothin' but me, kid.  Ya gotta at least gimme a chance." 

"A chance t' what, Logan?  Break m' heart?!" 

Logan looked at Remy sadly.  "Thought you said I'd already done that...." 

"Don' really feel like havin' it resuscitated wid hope... den thrown in a blender," he griped. 

"I ain't too keen on loosin' a good friend when I know there's a chance we could still be... somethin'." 

"Y' not even gon' say it, I'm definitely leavin'," he growled at Logan actually starting to rise from his bed. 

"Lovers, all right?!" he growled, desperately.  Remy sat back down on the bed with a numb flop, looking shocked up at Logan.  "There, I said it."  Logan crossed his arms and looked at Remy.  "I ain't promisin' nothin'... I just wanna try, okay?" 

Remy bowed his head and rested it in his hands, supported by his knees.  "Dieu," he whispered.  What was he getting himself into?  What kind of relationship did he think he was going to have with Logan when he didn't like men?  Drawing in a shaky breath, Remy knew that he would always wonder what would have happened if he didn't try... and that might eat away at him as much as a blended heart smoothie.  "Okay," he whispered. 

Logan looked relieved... but Remy could sense the nervousness in his posture.  "So... what now?" 

"Gimme a bit...?" he asked.  "I'll... I'll unpack an'... we can go... drinkin' er somethin'.  Lord knows I'm gon’ need a few stiff ones," he commented at the ceiling.

            "You got it," Logan said and clasped Remy's shoulder, squeezing it lightly before leaving the man’s room.

 

 

 

Chapter 2

 

 

  

            Remy ended up needing a long bit in order to sort his thoughts out.  He had put everything away slowly, thinking about what Logan was imagining things were going to be like.  He tried not to write a script in his mind about what would happen… but he couldn’t help but imagining several different scenarios for their first… date.

            Honestly, he didn’t even know if a date was what it was going to feel like.  Not if Logan wasn’t attracted to him.  That was the main thing that was making Remy sweat with worry.  How was anything resembling a relationship going to work if Logan wasn’t attracted to him?  The emotional stress made him shudder when he sat on his bed, just thinking the whole mess through.

            Feeling the need to do something, or else be consumed with despair, Remy hopped up and went to take a shower.  He was at least going to clean up for his date… and he debated shaving or not… but finally decided that he would.  He made it particularly close so he would be smooth all night… and maybe… if they kissed… Logan would forget that he was a man for an instant… and let him kiss him for longer.

            The thought of a kiss actually made Remy giddy with excitement and he tried to suppress it so he wouldn’t look like a schoolboy… even though he still felt like one.  Putting his hair back into a ponytail, Remy made sure to dress nicely—although, not quite Sunday-suit.  He wasn’t wearing jeans and his shirt was dress, but he didn’t wear a jacket—he thought that was probably formal enough for the occasion… yet not really announcing the occasion to the casual onlooker.

            Making sure he wore his expensive cologne—the one that smelled like heaven with a hint of vanilla, he finally ventured out of his room and started looking for Logan.  He found the man in the library, pacing.  Remy swallowed and he guessed that probably gave him away because Logan looked up at him.

 

 

 

Prequel

 

 

Logan sat down at his new computer, wondering how to use the damn thing.  He had seen Bobby and Kitty whip around on it like it was a second place to live, but he hadn’t even set one up.  His door was open, having just brought it in and he stared at the pile of junk… well, it was actually really high tech junk, but what good was it if it didn’t bloody work?

Logan felt the air moving more than heard Remy’s door open and looked over to see him going into his room.  “Hey, gumbo!” Logan called.  Remy paused and looked over his shoulder at Logan.

“Ouei?” he said coming over to stand in the door jamb to Logan’s room.

“How do ya set up one o’ these useless contraptions, anyway?” he asked with his arms crossed looking miffed at the lifeless thing.  He had never had any luck with computers.  Ever.

“Oh… well… y’—“ Remy started to explain how to set it up, but looked at Logan’s scowling face.  “Would y’ like me t’ set it up for y’?” he asked sweetly with a bright smile.

Uncrossing his arms, Logan’s eyebrows lifted and his scowl went away.  “Yeah!” he said, surprised at the offer.

“Do y’ wan’ me to explain as I go along?” he asked, stepping over to the computer at Logan’s desk.

“Well… not guaranteein’ that I’ll remember anythin’, but yeah, so I can start getting’ an idea on how this stuff works.”  Remy nodded and found the power cord to the monitor.

“Y’ monitor needs power ‘cause it don’ have batteries er nothin’, so dis gets plugged int’ de wall, and he crawled under the desk to put it into the power strip Logan had been given with his set up.  “Now, de computer needs t’ talk to y’ monitor so dey can coordinate, so y’ take dis one an’ stick it in back o’ de computer.”

“How do ya tell which plug goes where, gumbo?” Logan asked, baffled.

“Well… y’ can’ ‘xactly put de monitor plug f’ de computer in de printer port, y’know?”

“Wha’ do ya mean?”

“De plugs’re shaped differently, ami,” he said holding up the two different plugs, one from the monitor and one from the printer.

“Oh… real different,” he said noting their extremely different shape.

“Oui.  Computers now are color coded an’ stuff too.  Oh, an’ do you know ‘bout USB?”

“No, what’s that?”

“Oh boy.”  Remy sighed and continued to tell Logan about his computer as he set it up.  It only took him fifteen minutes to set it up, but he was talking the whole time and Logan was having trouble keeping up.

“How the hell am I gonna find anything on this ‘net’ Bobby and Kitty seem ta live in?”

Remy shrugged.  “Depends on where y’ wanna go.”  Remy turned on the computer and watched it boot up.  “Dere we go.  Lemme show y’ when it boots up.  Dere’re some tools y’ can use t’ mark places y’ve been dat y’ like an’ stuff like dat.”

“Hunh.  They just think o’ everythin’, don’t they?”

“Well, almost everythin’,” Remy said, thinking there were quite a few things that he could use from a computer that weren’t offered.

When the computer booted up and showed them the screen, Remy said, “Okay, let’s try an’ change dis wallpaper, oui?” he said and hopped on the net.  “Why don’cha use Google as y’ start up page until y’ figure out where y’ wanna stay ‘cause y’ probably gon’ be searchin’ all over f’ a while.”  Remy set his homepage to google.com and Logan was lost.

“Hold on, hold on, yer goin’ too fast.  What did you just do?”

“Oh, well if y’ wan’ y’ home page t’ be a certain place y’ go up t’ y’ Tools, see?” he clicked the mouse over the bar and the menu dropped down.  “Den y’ click on Internet Options, an’ dis takes you to here,” he said as the window popped up.  “An’ y’ jus’ copy an’ paste de place y’ wanna be instead.”

“You didn’t use any paper, gumbo….” Logan looked at him baffled.

Remy blinked a few times and burst out laughing at Logan.  “Y’ don’—“ he chuckled hard.  “Y’ don’ paste paper, ami...” he said, still chortling.  “Okay, okay.  C’mere,” he said and Logan leaned over to look at the monitor with Remy.  Remy could smell Logan’s cologne and was surprised at how good he smelled.  Clearing his throat, Remy went to the start menu and brought up Word.

“Okay, yer in a different program now—what’s goin’ on?”

“I’m gon’ show y’ a couple tricks,” he said.  Remy typed the words ‘mutant’ ‘academy’ and ‘Xavier.’  “Kay, first off is dat y’ can highlight dese words, den press de control key an’ c f’ copy.  ‘Kay?”

“Okay, what does that buy me?”

“A lot less typin’,” he said as he clicked off the material he was highlighting and hit control v.  The text appeared at the cursor, duplicated exactly.  “So y’ can even use dis little trick between applications, oui?”  He clicked back to the browser and clicked in the search box and hit control v to search for the words. 

“Hunh,” Logan commented, thinking it was pretty cool, but not willing to give it that verbal of a plug.  “How’d y’ get it to appear again?  The stuff you typed.”

“Control an’ v at de same time.”

“Not p fer paste?” he asked.

“Non, if y’ do dat y’ jus’ print y’ selection,” Remy smirked at him.

“Real straightforward, Cajun,” Logan grumbled.

“Hey, I never said it was,” he shrugged and turned back to the computer.  “So if we search f’ dis stuff,” he said clicking the search button, “we come up wid a page full o’ links, an’ wha’ do y’ know, dere are a few articles ‘bout us an’ our page,” Remy smiled, then clicked on the link to Xavier’s webpage.

“Hunh.  So what do I do if I wanna get here faster than havin’ ta type alla that out every time?”

“Oh, right, y’ go up here t’ de star, an’ click on it.  Dis is y’ Favorites—jus’ means y’ wanna mark de place.  Y wanna access one of ‘em y’ just click on de link, y’ wanna add one, y’ click on de tiny little add ting in de corner o’ dis side window….”

“Okay.  Thanks.  If I have any problems… can I come an’ ask you?” he asked.

“Sure, ami.”  Remy smiled and started to leave the room. 

“Hey, gumbo… you wanna go… out later this evening?  Maybe have a few beers er somethin’?”

“Sure, ami.  I’d like dat,” and he stepped across the hall into his own room.

Logan sat down in his chair in front of the computer and started to look around Xavier’s web site.  He figured that was good a place as any to start.

As it turned out, the site also had a link to a support group for mutants that Logan never knew existed.  It was pretty much just a page that held a bunch of information on it about mutants— what mutation was and that sort of thing, but it was the ‘chat’ link on the support group that interested Logan.  That was something interactive that he could practice with and maybe people would even say interesting things.

He finally figured out how the hell to chat with people and found that there were a bunch of people there, mostly debating about things.  There were a couple of people who were angry sounding from the looks of their writing, some in all caps and others swearing, but most of the conversation was people asking for advice on mutant powers and others giving it. 

 

fyrefemme:  If you think about your mutant power as a muscle it really helps in order to control it.

fyrefemme: Or… at least… that’s what I’ve heard. *smile*

anonanduncertain: OK.  i’ll c if that helps. thanks.

fyrefemme: No problem, kid.  Good luck.  Let me know if there’s anything else I can do for you.

anonanduncertain: Thanks.  c u later!

fyrefemme: Bye!

 

Logan looked at the conversation in the ‘chat room’ and smiled that there was somebody out there giving advice of that sort… and the name of the lady reminded him very much of Jean.  He wondered if it was her, but he didn’t think she would use a French moniker.  He clicked on her name so he could chat with her privately as he had read in the instructions to the site.

 

theWolverine:  That was a nice thing you did.

fyrefemme:   Excuse me? *smiles*

theWolverine:  The advice you gave the kid.  You a mutant?

fyrefemme:   I would… prefer not to say…  If it’s all right with you….

theWolverine:  Sure, it’s all right with me.

fyrefemme:  Thank you.  I haven’t seen you here before.  Are you new?

theWolverine:  It’s my first time chattin’, actually.

fyrefemme:  Oh.  Are you liking it thus far?

theWolverine:  It’s nice ta see people helpin’ each other….

fyrefemme: That’s what we try to do around here.  *smile*

theWolverine: Kinda lacks the personal feel though, ya know?

fyrefemme: Um… not really.  What do you mean?

theWolverine: Well… you seem like a real nice girl, but I can’t tell what ya look like.

fyrefemme: Oh…  *blushes*  Um… well, I’m tall and I have red hair…and… well, what else would you like to know?

theWolverine:  Cup size?

fyrefemme:  *blushes furiously*  Um…C cup….

theWolverine:  Oh.  That’s nice.

 

            Logan smiled at the screen imagining Jean talking to him on the other end.  He was glad that this woman wasn’t calling him a pervert or anything.  He liked imagining her blushing at her computer screen.

 

fyrefemme:  What’s your name?

theWolverine:  Logan.

fyrefemme: I’m Rosalyn.

theWolverine: Nice ta meet ya.

fyrefemme:  You too.

theWolverine:  Hey… um, do I have to come here to see you again?

fyrefemme:  Oh… no.  Do you have AIM?

theWolverine:  Don’t even know what that is.

fyrefemme:  AOL Instant Messenger.  You go to this website… http://www.aim.com/index.adp  and follow the instructions to get an account.  Just let me know what your ID is and we can message each other—mine’s the same on AIM.

theWolverine:  Okay, I’ll figure it out. What’s the *…* all about?

fyrefemme:   Oh!  Those are actions.  You’ll find that people on the internet have a little bit different way of speaking than normal.  It allows us to express body language without having to say, “I am smiling at you right now,” or “I am smiling at my computer screen, which is sending this smile to you at the speed of electricity, which is going into your monitor and smiling at you for me.”  You know?  *smiles at her silly explanation*

theWolverine:  *chuckles*  That would take a lot longer.

fyrefemme:  Yes.  *smiles*

theWolverine:  Well… I hope ta see you around.

fyrefemme: I look forward to it as well.

theWolverine: See ya.

fyrefemme: Farewell.

 

Logan signed out of the chat room and leaned back in his chair.  He had heard about all the sorts of things that went on over the net—had overheard Bobby talking about how women would show people their pictures and people would say really sexy things to each other.  He heard about people who chatted for no other reason than to make out virtually.  It was kind of intriguing, but he must say, he preferred the real thing.

Still, she seemed like a neat girl.  And if she had mutant powers… who was to say she wouldn’t come to Xavier’s for help… or maybe to help others?  He decided he wanted to keep contact with her and went about setting up an account for himself with the same screen name on AIM.

 

theWolverine:  I got the same screen name.  *grins*

fyrefemme:  Oh, hello!  It’s nice to see you again.

theWolverine:  Yeah?

fyrefemme:  Of course.  *smiles*

theWolverine:  Well, thanks.  Same ta you.

fyrefemme:  Um… so what do you look like…?  If you don’t mind my asking.

theWolverine:  I asked first.  Don’t see why it shouldn’t be reciprocated.  I’m short, dark and handsome.  *winks*  Blue eyes.  Black hair.

fyrefemme: Oh, nice! *smiles*  I like that sort of thing… *blushes*

theWolverine:  Well… good, ‘cause I like redheads.

fyrefemme: *smiles*

theWolverine:  So what is it that people do around here all day?

fyrefemme:  Talk mostly... or... well, that's not true, but it's mostly true.

theWolverine:  Oh yeah?  Now ya've got me curious.  What do people do aside from talk?

fyrefemme:  They... cyber.  *blushes*  A lot of people do it more often than you'd think.

theWolverine:  Cyber...?

fyrefemme:  You can't tell me you haven't heard this term before....?!

theWolverine:  But… I haven't.

fyrefemme:  Well... it's... online sex...  *bright blush!*

theWolverine:  Oh?  You ever done it?

fyrefemme:  Um... *nods*

theWolverine:  Mind showin' me the ropes? *grin*

 

The idea of imagining what this woman who ostensibly looked like Jean, doing all those things he wanted to do with Jean was… a very attractive idea.  It was intriguing having another person on the other end of the imagination process.  It made things less predictable—seem more real than the single person fantasy he had since jerked off to.

 

fyrefemme:  I...

theWolverine:  Hey, I didn't mean to offend you.

fyrefemme:  Oh!  I'm not offended... just—shocked.  That's all. I would *love* to show you the ropes!

theWolverine:  That's awful kind of you.

fyrefemme:  *steps closer*  It's... been a while since I've done anything like this though... so just bear with me.  *caresses his handsome face*

theWolverine:  It's the first time I've ever done anythin' like this, darlin’, so don't sweat it.

fyrefemme:  *giggels*  I like the 'darlin'!'

theWolverine:  Good.  *reaches up to her hair to pull her down into an initial kiss—uncertain, soft*

theWolverine:  How’s that?

fyrefemme:   Zero complaints.  *brushes his face*

fyrefemme:  You’re a natural!  *bright smile*

theWolverine:  Suppose sex is the same in any form, right?

 

There was a long pause on the other end and he was almost afraid that his lady had been scared off, but she was back before he got too worried.

 

fyrefemme:  You’re quite right.  I can’t wait to see what it will be like with you. *soft smile*

theWolverine:  *leans in to kiss her again*

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Arriving on the front porch of the mansion, Logan found Remy's bike in the garage in its usual spot.  That was odd—why would Remy have come—

 

Logan ran upstairs to Remy's room and knocked hard and repeatedly.  It took a few moments for the door to be opened, but eventually, Remy was standing behind the door and Logan stopped his knocking as quickly as he could.  He looked at Remy's face and tried to read him, but he was obviously trying for one of his poker faces.

 

"Listen... I'm sorry," he said, figuring that he had better get that out of the way.

 

"F' what?" Remy asked tensely.

 

"Fer... gettin' mad at ya.  If I liked somebody... who’s ta say I wouldn't act like a girl ta get 'em?"

 

"You," Remy said clipped and waited at the door for whatever else Logan wanted, obviously impatient.

 

"Remy...  Can we just... talk?"

 

"Don' see what dere is t' talk 'bout, mon ami," he said shrugging.

 

"Is it 'mon ami' or 'mon amour?'"

 

"Ami," Remy said sternly.  "Get off my back, Logan.  Y've humiliated me enough," he said and started to close the door, but Logan stuck his foot in it.

 

"I'm not tryin' ta humilliate ya!"

 

"But you are!" Remy shouted.  He said more softly, "An' I suspect I'm doin' de same t' you...."  That kind of hit Logan and he stared at Remy.  "So... lets jus' f'get y' ever found out who I was... an' I'll try an' forget I ever knew you," he whispered.

 

Remy left the door ajar and turned to finish packing his things.  "Yer leavin'?" Logan asked, entering the room now that he could.

 

"Nothin' left f' me t' do," Remy explained.

 

"Come on, Remy, I'm not that much of a bigot."

 

"It's... it's only partly dat yer a roayl prick," Remy said.  "De oder part is... dat I couldn' live wid seein' y' every day...."  Logan heard the flutter in the heartbeat across from him a lot better this time and Logan's own responded.

 

"You... you are in love with me," he stated, a little surprised at the depth of it, judging from the smells coming off of Remy.  Not just lust, though there was that... it was... an infatuation that smelled of all sorts of hurt.

 

"Prick," Remy spat quietly again and shoved a few final things into his bag.

 

"Hey... Remy... we can't... work this out?  We can't be friends?" he asked.

 

"You tink I could be friends wid you after de tings I read?  De tings I imagined, Logan?  You tink I can jus' sit here an' watch y' chase after Jeannie?"  Remy snorted in derision.  "Not a chance."

 

"What if—" he said, but stopped himself.  What if—what, Logan? he asked himself.  What would he be willing to give Remy in order to make him stay there?  What would Remy accept?  The boy had already implied that he would not be willing to settle for being a woman in Logan's eyes.  He of course wanted to be loved for who he was, not be some substitute for Jean.

 

Waiting patiently, Remy stood there looking perplexed at Logan.

 

"Remy...  I wancha ta stay," he said.

 

"As a friend," he surmised.

 

"Well, o' course as a friend!"

 

Gritting his teeth, Remy gripped his bag and sharply moved toward the door.  "Non," he growled out.

 

"Remy!" Logan shouted.  "What do I have ta do ta get ya ta stay?"

 

Looking over his shoulder at him, Remy bit out, "You know what," and kept moving.

 

"Fine!" Logan shouted and balled his fists tight, thinking that he was going to get into such a mess from this.  Remy kept walking down the stairs and toward the door.  Heart racing in fear, Logan rushed to Remy and stood in front of him, barring his path.  "I said 'fine,'" he growled and Remy blinked down at him.

 

"Fine.  Let me go den," he said and sidled past Logan to get closer to the door.

 

"I said I don't want ya ta go!" Logan growled after Remy. 

 

Remy stopped in his tracks.  Slowly, he turned back around and looked at Logan.  "Y' don' even know my terms yet, Logan... how could y' agree to dem?"

 

"I don't care what yer terms are—I'll meet 'em," he said hastily... and shakily.

 

Letting his bag down, Remy stepped over to Logan and looked down at him, his eyes boring into him.  "No, y' won'," he said, very certain.

 

"Just... gimme time," Logan said.

 

"I need somethin' from you den, Logan.  Some kind of assurance—oderwise I'm gone."

 

Logan got really nervous at this and swallowed.  "What kind of... assurance?"  Would he ask him to kiss Remy?  He thought that would be entirely too soon for him—he didn't know... anything yet.  Was he attracted to Remy?  How much would he want?

 

Remy smirked and leaving his bag, he went upstairs to his computer.  Logan followed him and waited in the room doorway.  "Go log on," Remy said and Logan looked pretty relieved.

 

Rushing to his room, Logan logged on and found fyrefemme waiting for him.

 

fyrefemme:  Hey.

theWolverine:  Hey...  Look... I don't know what to do here....

fyrefemme:  *stops him from speaking any further with a kiss against his lips*  I don't know either, Logan... so we'll just have to play it by ear.

theWolverine:  ...  *kisses back*  Okay...

fyrefemme:  *smiles brightly*

 

Logan typed another kiss to fyrefemme and couldn't help but remember some of the kisses they had shared and he could only see the image of Jean he had cast this woman in so often.

 

theWolverine:  Hey... Remy... would you—I dunno, type in yer accent?  It's kinda hard fer me ta imagine that it's you behind here... ya know?

fyrefemme:  Should I change my screen name too?

theWolverine:  It would sure help me to visualize you as... well, you.

fyrefemme:  Thank you for bein' honest.  I'll let y' know when it's changed. 

theWolverine:  Thanks, darlin'.

fyrefemme:  Don' say dat unless you mean it, damnit!!!  *mad as hell*

theWolverine:  *chuckles*  Sorry, kid.  Old habits.

 

Getting up, Logan went over to Remy's room and tapped on the door.  It was answered a moment later and Remy looked a little annoyed at him.  "Can I come in?" he asked.  The door was opened wider so he could enter.

 

Logan looked at Remy as he sat in his chair, which for once, made Remy shorter than Logan.  Seeing Remy there, he could imagine kissing him... but wasn't sure how that would be.  Stepping up to the seated Remy, Logan looked down at him.  "You wanna try that fer real?" he asked.

 

Jaw dropping, Remy looked at Logan like he was insane, his eyes wide... and dilated.  His lips parted, as if he wanted to say something, but Logan decided to jump right in without warning and leaned down to initiate a delicate kiss.

 

Remy actually whimpered in desire and that sent a shiver through Logan.  He decided that he liked kissing Remy. 

 

 

 

*****

“What if I had never told y’, Logan?  Hunh?  We wouldda fallen in love… an’ when y’ started askin’ t’ see me… I’d have t’ tell y’ no, over an’ over again.  Dat might end de relationship… but when I told y’ we could finally meet… an’ I showed up… an’ you saw me… you’da been devastated.  Was only a matter o’ time, cher….”