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Title:
We Give Thanks
Author: Jukebox
Pairing: Logan/Remy
Rating: G
Disclaimers: Doing this only for therapeutic value. Not making any money off
it. All the characters in this fic belong to Marvel & Stan Lee. I'm broke
so sueing me would be like trying to squeeze blood from a turnip. And, I usually
think poorly of my own writing, so I'll never make money off of this or any
others like it that I write.
The story was inspired by The Magic of Lassie. I definitely don't know Kurt's
character that well, so you'll have to imagine that he's talking with a German
accent. The prayer he says is verbatim from the movie, voiced originally by
the great Jimmy Stewart. The song at the end belongs to Debby Boone.
Summary: Thanksgiving isn’t the same for Remy when his lover is missing
Warnings: I don't know French or Cajun French, so my apologies to people of
those areas if I butchered the language in this fic. If I put any in this
fic, it came from online translators and LA library archives. Last, but not
least – there are thousands upon thousands of X-men fics on the internet.
So if this one resembles another you've read, it's purely coincidental. But,
let me know who & what so I can go check it out for myself to see. If
I see it's real similar, I'll write that author and offer him/her condolences
for having a mind like mine. Characters may seem OOC.
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It was a madhouse. Children ran through the mansion screaming and playing,
excited over the day. The women gathered in the kitchen, chattering collectively
like a flock of hens, and the men scattered through the lower portions of
the house in preparation of the day’s games. Yet despite the chaos, there
was a distinct order to the events unfolding. Everyone knew their assignments
and duties, happily preparing for the massive noon time meal. It was Thanksgiving
at Xavier mansion, a day full of hope and promise, a day full of family togetherness.
The weather had turned out rather pretty, if not chilly for the day’s events.
An early snow blanketed the ground with a light dusting of powder, but the
sun shining down on the newfallen snow gave a sheen to the surrounding woods,
a glow that made the day seem brighter and more cheerful. Everyone was in
high spirits this day – all but one. Remy sat on the window bench of the upper
stairway looking out onto the expanding driveway into the distance. He was
searching futilely for something he knew was not going to happen. His lover
was not coming.
Logan had been missing for most of the year. The mission had gone well, until
the very end. No one knew exactly what happened; all the reports and investigations
yielded not a clue. The only certainty to be shared with the team – no one
had survived. But there were no bodies, no proof. They had all searched, Xavier
and Jean constantly scanning with Cerebro, and Remy calling in every favor
ever owed and every contact ever made. But nothing was found. Eventually,
the search was ended. All of the X-men mourned the loss of the strongest and
perhaps most integral member. But none grieved more than Remy. The red-eyed
thief had dearly loved the feral, a love that grew strong despite obstacles.
Everyone had taken the older mutant for granted, taken their love for granted,
until the man was gone.
She had left her duties in the kitchen to make her way up the stairs, looking
for her adopted brother. Of all the inhabitants of this dwelling, she knew
more than any how much the holidays were affecting him. Finding him staring
out the window was no surprise. She gently laid her hand on his shoulder.
“Penny for your thoughts brother.”
Remy closed his eyes and sighed, his voice cracking slightly. “We made a promise
to each ot’er, chere. We promised we’d always find a way home to each ot’er.”
Holding back tears of her own, Storm leaned down and placed both her arms
around him, embracing the boy from behind as she placed her chin on his shoulder.
“Remy, love, you have to let him go. It’ll be a year in just a couple of months.
We all adored him. And he would want us to live on for him, to honor his memory.”
He knew she was right, but he couldn’t help himself. He had never had closure
and there was always the thought in the back of his mind that Logan would
come home, as he promised. “Oui, padnat. It’s just hard to celebrate when
he’s not here. I feel so alone.”
Ororo released him and turned his chin up to look him in the eyes. “You are
not alone. Now, come. Help us prepare for the feast and let us help you find
peace.”
Reluctantly, he stood up and followed her down the stairs. The meal would
be served shortly, the excitement of the day flowing through everyone. Despite
the smiles and joy he felt from all around him, he could not climb out of
his depression and moved like an automaton, setting the table and bringing
out dishes.
Kurt wandered in from the den, tired of watching the game, and caught up with
the Cajun thief. “Remy! What a glorious day. We should all be thankful!”
Remy frowned as he looked on the blue furred mutant. “What dere to be thankful
‘bout?” At the sadness in the religious man’s eyes, he immediately regretted
the bitterness falling from his mouth, but he couldn’t help himself.
Kurt moved closer to his team mate as he clasped the red-eyed thief’s arm.
“Faith, Remy. There is a plan for everything, but you must have faith.”
A smile that did not reach his eyes was all that Remy could manage. “Lost
my faith almost a year ago, mon ami.” With that, he moved away from the teleporter
and retreated to the kitchen. Kurt bowed his head and returned to the den.
Dinner was finally ready and placed on the table. All of the residents of
the mansion were called into the massive dining area and sat around the oversized
table. It was quite a large gathering even though many of the students had
left for home earlier in the week.
Xavier looked over his family and smiled. “Let us all hold hands.” After everyone
connected with their neighbor to form one ring, the telepath looked at Kurt.
“If you would be so kind, Kurt.”
“Please bow your heads.” Kurt requested. Remy had always teetered on the edge
when it came to religion. With the loss of his love, he found that he had
no belief at all. But tradition demanded he at least follow custom. So, he
bowed his head along with all the others and waited for the religious man
to say grace.
Taking a deep breath, Kurt slowly said the blessing. “Thank thee Lord for
the feast we share. For those we love, and the friends who care. Thank thee
Lord for the sun up above, and for the vines and grapes that you touch with
love. And thank thee Lord for this day of rest, with all our gifts we are
truly blessed. But most of all in our hearts we pray, you protect the one
we love who is far, far away. Amen.”
There was complete silence as everyone reflected. Remy was on the verge of
tears when he suddenly picked up on a faint sound. Raising his head, he looked
toward the curtains. There it was again, a very low, almost inaudible rumble.
He made to stand, moving in slow motion towards the window. Several others
noted his attention drawn elsewhere and began to question him. As he neared
the window, he paused to listen and was rewarded with the distinct sounds
of a motorcycle coming closer. Rushing to the window, he threw the curtains
back and peered intently towards the front gate. The others started to stand
as well, concerned by the way the thief was acting.
Pressing both hands to the window, his eyes scanned the terrain in front until
he saw the figure in the distance entering the main gate. “Logan” he whispered.
“What?” Scott questioned as he moved closer to the Cajun.
Remy turned his head to look back at the team leader. “Logan” he said more
clearly, emotion breaking the word as a tear escaped down his cheek. He ran
for the door and flung it open, moving briskly onto the porch where he paused
to squint at the figure growing larger as it neared. A smile began to form
on his face and he screamed “LOGAN!”
Breaking into a run, he flew down the steps and darted down the driveway towards
the approaching rider. The other team members filed out of the front door
behind him, filling the porch as they watched everything unfold in front of
them.
Half-way up the drive, the motorcycle stopped. Logan dismounted and ran to
meet the boy. “LOGAN!” Remy yelled and he launched himself into the older
man’s arms, his long legs wrapping around the feral’s waist. Logan swung him
around in a circle as he hugged the boy tightly to his chest.
After a moment, he released the kid to let him drop back to the ground, then
kissed the Cajun deeply. When they finally broke apart for much needed air,
Remy’s breathing was labored, but he ignored it. “Chere…where….what…whe…”
he stopped as his breath hitched and the tears fell unrestrained down his
cheeks. He again hugged the older man, unable to believe his eyes, unwilling
to release the man.
The others had surrounded the couple by this time, a thousand questions flying
at the feral. Logan held up a hand to silence them all, then cupped his lover’s
cheek as he sought out the exotic eyes he loved so much. “I really don’t know
what happened, don’t remember much. Best I can figure, I was wounded so bad
and retreated to the woods. I was in a dark place in my mind while my body
healed. It was so hard to come out of that hole, Remy. But I had to. I had
a promise to keep. And it centered me, helped bring me back.” Logan took a
deep breath before continuing. “When I finally came to my senses, my body
was healed completely and I started the long road back to you.”
Burying his face in the younger man’s hair, he inhaled deeply to refresh the
memory of his lover’s unique scent. The other team members had been forgotten
as the two continued to hold onto each other. Finally, they pulled back and
Logan acknowledged the rest of the X-men. There were hugs and kisses all around
as many were overcome with relief.
“Well” Xavier started, his voice full of emotion “let us all return to the
feast the ladies have prepared. Logan? You will join us I hope?”
“Yeh, I am starved.” The older mutant actually smiled, a full row of canines
displayed proudly. It was good to be home.
As they turned to make their way back to the house, Remy briefly glanced at
Kurt, noting the look in his eye. He smiled at the teleporter and nodded,
before intertwining his fingers with the feral. Perhaps faith was all that
was needed.
*****
When you’re out there on your own
Trying to make it all alone
Cause you seek the missing pieces of your life
It’s a rough and tumble journey
On a road that never ends
It’s a cold, cold world you’re walking thru my friend
But when you’re loved, when you’re loved
You always walk in love’s reflection
And when you’re loved, when you’re loved
Somehow you find the right direction
This crazy jigsaw puzzle life
With all it’s pain and all it’s strife
Becomes a beautiful scene
What I mean, only when you’re loved.
There’s a time you start to doubt
You say what’s it all about
And you’d like to throw those fading dreams away
Cause the road keeps leading nowhere
Empty days and endless nights
With that happy journeys end so far from sight
But when you’re loved, when you’re loved
There’s not a storm you can not weather
And when you’re loved, when you’re loved
The missing parts all fit together
This crazy jigsaw puzzle life
With all it’s pain and all it’s strife
Becomes a beautiful scene
What I mean, only when you’re loved.