Title: Some sacrifice's are worth the world
Author: Firesong (firesong@ukonline.co.uk) & Limo Lady's (LimoLady@prodigy.net)
Website: none
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Some sacrifice's are worth the world 4
By Firesong & Limo Lady's
Remy awoke to a semi darkened room. He could make out the beginning rays of sun just peeking through the shade of his window. He hurt, but for some reason he couldn’t quite remember why he hurt. He lay there letting his mind drift back to the night before. “Merde” He whispered as the scene began to play in his mind. Looking at his wrists, he saw the bruises that Wolverine had left. He remembered the words of fear that he'd uttered to an unhearing Wolverine. “Please stop.” But he hadn't. He knew it wasn't Logan's fault. The charm had done it again. He tried to control it so hard, and yet failed every time he got scared or stressed. "'Ow am I gonna face 'im now, eh?" Logan's gonna hate me for what I made 'im do. Sometimes he wished he could change it for something else. Maybe Rogue's powers. Right now, not being touched seemed like a much better power to have, than this.
Remy sighed. “Stop bein' such a chil' Remy. Dis has 'appened enough times for you to stop getting' all emotional and live wid it!” He chided himself. He decided to go take a shower. Not realizing the tears falling down his face, Remy moved to get up. A sharp intake of breath and a moan stopped him in his tracks.
Bobby “Iceman” Drake, had chosen that time to walk past his door and heard the moan from within and the controlled sobs. Concerned he knocked and opened the door a crack. “Remy?" He whispered. "Remy, are you ok?”
Taken aback by Bobby’s presence Remy hurriedly wiped the tears from his face, and tried hard to sound like himself. “I’m fine. Please go ‘way.”
Bobby stood there knowing that something was not right, “Remy, you're not alright. What's wrong?" Before the Cajun could reply, Bobby walked into the room. He saw Gambit sitting on the bed and started to walk over. He gasped at the bruises on Remy’s wrist and the obvious bite mark on his shoulder. “Who did this to you?”
Remy looked into Bobby’s eyes seeing only concern in them. Not the disgust he was feeling for himself right now. “Bobby, I appreciate yo' concern. But don’t get involved. I can take care myself. Just leave me ‘lone.”
Bobby shook his head, “No way! I’m calling Hank.” With that Bobby started to get up off the bed, when Remy grabbed his arm and pulled him back down. “Please don'. I don’ want anyone to know. It's not important. I'll just take a shower an' be right as rain, non?" Remy reached up and laid his palm on Bobby’s face. "Please don' tell anyone." Bobby looked into the red on black eyes that he had fallen in love with so long ago and could not refuse. He nodded his head in reply to Remy’s plea. “Your word?” Remy pushed.
Bobby nodded again and spoke softly, “I swear.”
Gambit nodded, “Bien. Merci." Bobby got up and walked to the door, turning back he looked at the still form on the bed, knowing that he should tell Hank, but he couldn’t. He had given his word.
After Bobby had left Remy took a deep breath and prepared to sit up once more. He made it, but not without feeling the pain tearing through his body. Slowly and painfully he made his way to the bathroom and turned on the light. He started the shower and turned to grab a towel. He caught a glimpse of his abused body in the mirror and the tears started to flow again. Tears of anger for what Wolverine did to him. Tears of self-loathing for letting this happen to him. Finally he could not stand the sight of himself any longer, and carefully, he got into the shower. The water stung upon hitting his body, but he didn’t care. Remy sank down onto the shower floor.
Remy remained curled in the shower. Feeling the hot water slightly burning his back and shoulders, but he didn’t care. The memories of what had happened between Logan and himself were still vivid in his mind. He could still feel Logan’s hands round his wrists, and his hips ached. Inside he felt bruised. The blood had finally stopped, but it still ached and burned inside. He’d hoped so much to find solace in Logan’s heart, his bed. Yet again, his worst fear came to pass. He’d been used.
He knew it was his fault. His charm had caused the whole thing, and he knew that Logan would hate him in the end. He pulled himself to his feet, and climbed out of the shower. Pulling his clothes on he headed out to his bike. There was only one place he could go. He knew he’d still get hurt, but at least he’d know what to expect. The memories of Sinister made his skin crawl, but he couldn’t let people he cared about be turned into savage animals because of his charm. Logan had tried so hard to get away from the animal side of himself, and Remy had ripped whatever humanity Logan had and thrown it back in his face.
“’Ow can I ever face’im again?” He asked himself again. Remy climbed on his bike, and caught a reflection of himself in the wing mirror. “You’re made for one t’ing, ‘an one t’ing only, LeBeau, so get used to it!” He snarled at himself. “Essex was right. You’re a whore, an you belong to ‘im.” He revved the bike and turned to ride off the grounds. The front wheel froze.
“You don’t have to go, Rem.”
“Get out of my way, Bobby, I keep tellin' you dat dis ‘as notin' to do wit’ you!” Bobby stepped forward, arms outstretched. “You’re my team mate, and my friend… I can’t let you leave to do something stupid.”
“You ‘ave no idea of what I’m goin’ to do!” Remy shouted at him, a card appearing in his hands in seconds. “Leave or you’ll regret it! I ‘aven’t got time for dese stupid games!”
“I heard what you said, Remy, and it’s not true. You’re a great guy, who has had a rough time of it. Let me help, huh?”
Remy threw the card missing Bobby’s feet by a few inches. “I don’ need your ‘elp, and I suggest you keep your mouth closed!” The Cajun warned as he kicked the ice off his wheel.
“Please don’t do this, Remy. I won’t let you stay with him! I'll… I'll tell the others where you've gone!" Bobby’s big blue eyes begged Remy not to go, but unfeeling, uncaring red on black stared back.
“If any of you come for me, you know you ain’t gonna make it out alive, so just forget it. I’m not worth it.” With that he sped from garage and into the distance. Bobby drake watched him go. “That’s just it, Remy…” Bobby sighed deeply. “You mean the world to me. You are my world.” He slowly headed back inside, a silent tear ran down his cheek... “Not that you’d ever notice.”