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Recovery
Part Four
Tammy

It was happening all over again. The theater, the screams, the blood on his hands and clothes, and the mocking voice of Sabretooth. “Yer just like me boy, yer just like me.” Remy screamed in his dream.

Suddenly the scene changed and he was strapped to a laboratory table. An indistinct man in a white lab coat bent over him. With a surge of incredible strength, Remy broke the leather strap restraining him and grabbed the man by the throat. Everything went red. There was a sudden brightness and a burning in his back as he was repeatedly hit with a stun baton.

He blinked and saw Mr. Sinister standing over him and saying, “Remy LeBeau, you’ve been a very bad mutant. But I’m going to help you, for a price.” The pale man smiled, revealing both rows of sharply pointed teeth. Remy could only whimper as Sinister bent over him.

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Austin sat bolt upright in bed, he was drenched with sweat. He had to make a conscious effort to slow his breathing so he wouldn’t hyperventilate. Then he heard Remy scream. He untangled himself from the sheets and struggled into his jeans as quickly as he was able.

“Do you want this?” Tammy asked holding out the .44 she kept in her night stand.

“Won’t hurt,” he said taking the gun from her.

Quietly he padded down the hall to the Cajun’s door. It was cracked open, inside he heard Ice whining. He used his empathy to calm her and opened the door. Remy was sitting up in bed, his legs pulled up to his chest.

“You okay?” Austin asked lowering the gun.

“Yeah,” came the muffled reply.

“You wanna talk about it?”

“No.”

“You gonna be okay Remy?”

“Yeah,” Remy replied never looking up once.

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“What’s going on?” Tammy asked as soon as Austin reappeared in the door way.

“Cajun had a bad dream,” he replied handing the gun back to her.

“God, I wish he would tell us what happened,” she said frustrated.

“He is, in a way. When he dreams, my empathy picks up on them. The one he had tonight, would send the most die-hard Stephan King fans screaming under their beds,” he said shucking off his jeans again.

“There’s gotta be something we can do for him,” she said laying down again.

“Tomorrow I’ll tell him I’m a mutant too. Maybe I can help him block this out or at least shield himself from it,” he said sliding in beside her.

“Sounds good, see you in the morning,” she smiled and kissed him on the mouth.

Austin’s arm shot out and pulled her against himself. “Where’re you goin’?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

“No where,” she smiled putting her arms around his neck.