Title: Some sacrifice's are worth the world
Author: Firesong (firesong@ukonline.co.uk) & Limo Lady's (LimoLady@prodigy.net)
Website: none
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/main characters: Wolverine/Gambit
Series/Sequel: unfinished, parts 1-6
Summary: Remy's having nightmares, Logan's there to comfort him.
Disclaimer: We do not own the characters of Logan, Remy, the X-Men or any other Marvel creations featured in this story. Marvel does. We are merely borrowing them for our playtime.
Warning: Please be warned, this story contains adult themes of violence, m/m sex, rape etc. Please only read this if you are of a suitable age, and are not easily offended.
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Some sacrifice's are worth the world 1
By Firesong & Limo Lady's
Remy LeBeau ran in terror, his heart beating so hard and fast that he thought it would burst through his chest. His breath coming in gasps because of the pain in his side. His legs felt like jelly and his mind raced with fear. The white corridors he ran through seemed identical, endless and cold. All along the walls were liquid filled cubicles, each containing a version of him. Each clawing at the glass to get out, their eyes burning red till they almost glowed. He could feel their burning with hatred for him, their only thoughts were to get out and tear him to pieces. He could hear laughter and echoing footsteps all around him that just got nearer and nearer no matter which way the Cajun ran.
He suddenly slipped and landed face first on the cold hard floor. He scrambled to get up, but his legs were shaking so much they wouldn't respond. His whole chest screamed in agony through lack of air. His lungs working furiously to give him that air but the efforts were not enough. His body screamed for rest, but the adrenaline just shot through him again giving him the energy to push himself back on his feet and resume the run. His mind worked only on instinct and fear. Must get away! Can't let em 'ave me again! Got t' get away! He looked over his shoulder to see their shadows behind him. They were not running. It almost seemed as if they were just standing still, but their shadows just stretched along the ground towards him.
He tripped again and fell forwards, strong arms wrapped around him pinning his own to his side, but stopping his fall. Remy twisted and kicked, trying to scream, but nothing came out. He didn't want to look up into the face of his captor, he only wanted to escape. Then there were more hands, touching him, and pulling on his hair, his clothes, and his very soul.
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His eyes opened, his head beaded in sweat and the only face he could see weren't filled with hatred, just fear and concern. The man was shaking him, by the shoulders but stopped as soon as he realized Gambit was awake. His left eye was bruised and puffy. "Hey Rem, you o.k.?" His voice was gruff but made all the fear from his nightmare disappear.
He wrapped his arms round his waist, pressing himself against his chest, and the tears fell down his face as he sobbed. Wolverine wrapped his arms round the Cajun and rocked him gently. His hand moving briefly to his face to feel the bruise on his eye, where Remy had hit him.
Every night this week Remy had been screaming in his sleep, and into the early hours of the morning he'd had to cradle him and console him. He stroked the long reddish brown hair out of Remy's face and tenderly wiped the tears from his eyes.
"Ya should talk to me. Tell me what yer keep having bad dreams about, and mebbe I can help ya." He whispered, but as always the young man shook his head. Logan felt Remy's forehead and sighed deeply. He was burning hot. The door opened quietly but Logan could smell at least four of the other x-men outside the room.
Jean stuck her head round the door, her hair bedraggled and messy from sleep. "Is he alright?" She mouthed, her face too concerned and worried.
Logan nodded and made a shooing motion with his hand; Jean smiled slightly and closed the door. Remy wouldn't like to know that he'd had half the mansion woken by his cries.
Logan, please come to my room. We need to talk.
It was the professor. Great. Logan sighed and reached into the bedside drawer. He pulled out some aspirin and handed them to Remy. He hated giving them to him but it was the only way to get him off to sleep quickly after these bad nightmares. The Cajun sat up a moment to take them with some water that he kept by the bed, and settled back down on his side to sleep. His legs pulled up so his chin was almost touching his knees. Logan lay next to him, careful not to lie on his waist length hair, and put an arm over Remy’s slender waist. He rested his chin on the top of Remy's head.
"I'm sorry, Logan." Remy said sleepily.
"Don't worry about it, kid." He could smell the coconut from Remy's shampoo and the salt from his tears. It was a strange combination. He waited until Remy's breathing had softened, knowing that he was asleep. Logan carefully moved his arm and rolled out of bed. He took one last look at the Cajun and left the room, taking a cigar from his dressing gown pocket with him.
Bobby Drake was outside. His white pajamas had little blue elephants all over. "Nice PJ's." He walked off towards the professor's room, but Bobby stepped in front of him. "I thought Jean told you to go back to bed. This aint no freak show." He growled.
"I can stay with him if you want?" Bobby offered. Wolverine rolled his eyes and tried to walk round him, but the iceman wouldn't let him. "He should have someone with him you know."
"Well, I'll only be a minute. So there's no point." Wolverine looked at him, and grabbed his shoulder pushing him out of the way. "If ya want. Stand outside his door and if ya hear anythin' come and get me. Don't...." He raised his fist at Bobby, his claws popping out. "Go in there." Bobby nodded, not phased in the least by Logan's unspoken threat and walked back to Remy's room.
The professor sat in his chair, hands clasped round a warm cup of coffee, when Logan entered. "Whatcha want?" Logan sat the chair opposite. "Aint it a little too early for ya ta be givin sermons?" Charles offered him drink of coffee from the machine, but Logan shook his head.
"I wish to speak to you about Gambit."
"Why don't cha just talk to the swamp rat yerself, bub" Wolverine was tired. Lack of sleep over the past week was making him short tempered. "I have." The professor sighed, and sipped his coffee. "His decision was not what I'd hoped for. I was hoping that you would convince him otherwise."
"I aint gonna make 'im do nothin' he don't wanna do." Wolverine snarled.
"Just hear me out Logan, you may agree to what I offer." Logan nodded, and lit his cigar. He knew this was not going to be a pleasant chat. "As everyone knows, Gambit has been having some disturbing dreams lately..."
"Don't we all, at some time." Wolverine interrupted. "I seem ta remember a time or two that you've woken everyone up."
"Yes, but even you have to admit that these episodes are getting worse." Charles looked gravely at him. "It is my responsibility to ensure that you all remain healthy. Remy LeBeau is far from that. I am aware that he is not eating, missing danger room sessions and not going to the infirmary when requested." Wolverine took a long puff of his cigar, and made several smoke rings. He watched them disappear before looking at the professor. "Just coz he doesn’t jump when you say so, don't mean he's losin' it."
"I want you to take Gambit down to Hank tomorrow, so that he can at least be checked over. I need to ensure that all my x-men are well, before we engage an enemy. We cannot protect fellow mutants and humans, if we are not well enough to protect ourselves."
Wolverine knew that the professor had a point, but what could he do? If the professor had already spoken to gumbo and been given a no, then nothing Logan said would make a blind bit of difference. "I'll speak to 'im, but if he still says no, then that's something you're gonna have to deal with."
The professor nodded in agreement. "That's all I ask."
Wolverine got up and finished the last of his cigar; put it out in a plant pot, before throwing the rest in the bin.
He thought of going back to his own room to shower but thought twice about it. Bobby would still be outside Remy's room, and it didn't make sense for both of them to be up. He enjoyed walking the mansion at night. He could hear people sleeping in their beds, and the sounds of the night outside. He remembered that he'd agreed to take Jubilee out and have a picnic in the woods on one of these calm nights, but with all the stuff that had been going on, they'd both forgotten about it.
He turned the corridor to see Bobby sat on the floor, resting his chin on his knees, dozing quietly. He prodded him with his toe, and pulled him to his feet. "Thanks, ice cube."
Bobby smiled. "I don't mind."
Logan started to go in, but Bobby grabbed his elbow. "I don't mind taking turns to watch him y'know."
"I'll think about it." He watched Bobby go before entering.
Remy's room was a mess. He started tiding up, putting clothes in the washing basket and clean clothes back in the drawers. He noticed a picture stuffed in the back of his clothes drawer. Pulling it out he noticed it was a picture of the team shortly after Gambit and Storm had joined them. Turning it over he noticed Remy had written family on the back. He smiled and put it back. Sitting down on the side of the bed he looked to see that Remy had now spread himself over the bed. His face was calm and serene, not the look of complete fear that he'd had earlier. Logan took off his dressing gown and settled into the armchair opposite, and drifted off to sleep.
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"I'm telling you, he was screaming like someone was trying to kill him!!" Warren told Betsey over breakfast.
"What about?" Betsey asked, finishing her toast. She only just got back from vacation and had missed the last few events.
"I don't know. He was just screaming. It's getting stupid now." Warren scowled irritably. "Every night for the last God knows how long!"
"He can't help it." Betsey got up and put her plate in the sink.
"Maybe someone ought to take him out back and shoot him. Put him out of everyone's misery." Warren added. Handing her his plate.
Remy entered the kitchen, towel drying his long hair. He was all dressed up for a session in the danger room. Wolverine had told him that regardless of how he was, he would drag the swamp rat there and made sure he worked.
Warren looked startled for a second before he sneered at him. "Sleep well?" Remy put the towel into the washing machine, and tied his hair back. "Yeah t'anks."
"Shame, none of us did." Warren pushed.
Betsey tapped him on the arm. "Stop it, Warren." She hissed.
"Non, it's alright, chere. If de winged pigeon got somet'ing to tell Gambit, let 'im."
"I think you need to tell us. What's wrong? Conscience getting the best of you?" He pushed Gambit. Backing him up against the table. Remy pushed his hands off. "All the faces of those you've betrayed getting to you?"
"You got no idea, o' what I done homme." Remy grabbed Archangel by the neck and shoved him back, so he was bent backwards over the top of the washing machine. "When you seen de t'ings ol' Remy seen, then I guarantee, you be havin' de bad dreams I be havin'!"
Warren pulled Gambit's hand off him and both of them started pushing and swinging with fists. Remy ended up face first on the table, with both arms pulled up behind his back, unable to twist out. Warren kept him pinned using the leverage on Remy's arms and his legs. Gambit screamed at him to get off, but Warren just sneered. Bending over to whisper in his ear: "If I had things my way, you’d be out of here, traitor."
Psylocke pulled at Warren. "Let him go Warren! You're hurting him." Archangel wrenched Remy's arm up a little more, almost breaking it. Gambit quit struggling and lay still, almost trembling beneath him. Flashes from his past, of times when he'd been in this position before, but for other reasons. He couldn't move. Fear and pain kept him captive. Betsey sensed it and made more of an effort to pull Warren off. She pushed him away from Gambit and helped Remy back to his feet. He moved away from her touch as if it burned. Backing into a small corner, he curled into a ball, still caught up in his memories. His face buried in his knees, sobbing quietly. Betsey got to her knees next to him, careful not to touch him. Warren stood dumbfounded in the doorway.
"Remy, it's me Betsey. You're all right!" Nothing. Fear, humiliation and terror were all she could feel from him. She turned to Warren. "Get the professor, Jean, somebody!!"
"But it was only a fight. Why's he so upset?!" He protested.
"Just do it?"
Warren hit the intercom, and moments later Jean, was there. Betsey had stood next to Warren to give Jean room next to Remy. Jean too felt what Betsey had; the feelings were strong enough to move her to tears if she let them. She called his name, sending out feelings of compassion and love to him. Slowly Remy looked up at her, his eyes puffy, and still filled with so many tears. She raised a hand towards him, but did not touch him. Remy started to reach out for her, but then alarms went off over the whole building. The Professors voice came over the speakers.
The mansion was under attack.