Title: Damaged

Author: Morgana (morganalebeau@yahoo.com)

Website: http://www.oocities.org/morganalebeau/

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Damaged 2

By Morgana

 

Jono's concentration had slipped, lured in to a sense of contentment by watching Remy sleep and reading Lovecraft. The unexpected groan almost made him jump out of his chair, but he moved slowly instead, trying not to startle Remy, who was slowly waking up. Wild and big eyes found his and Jono read the confusion in them. Apparently, Remy's short term memory wasn't working that well yet. It's me, Jono, he reminded the Cajun.

Jono... Oui, sounds familiar... I remember... Remy yawned carefully, wincing as his sore jaw loudly protested. Remy elbowed himself in to a sitting position and Jono moved to fluff the pillows, so he could comfortably lean in to them. Jono, why are you takin' care of me? He didn't understand why the younger man was still here. Again he wondered about the bandages, but he didn't feel courageous enough to bring up the subject.

Because I want ter look after yer, Jono replied truthfully and wondered if he should bring up hearing Remy's pleading voice in his mind when the Cajun had still been Sinister's prisoner. Take things slow... he thought privately.

Remy's growling stomach kicked in and embarrassed, the Cajun looked away. Jono had promised him something to eat the next time he'd wake up, but Sinister had made similar promises, seldom keeping them. So this time, he didn't expect to see any food either.

Hank just brought some chicken broth... 'e thinks yer should be able ter keep it down. Want ter try? Jono carried the still warm bowl over to the bed and extended his hand with the intention of handing it to Remy. But the Cajun only looked at the broth, remaining motionless. Wot's wrong? Don' yer like chicken broth? I can fetch yer somethin' else...

Non! Merci, dis will do... But Remy still didn't trust Jono not to pull the bowl away once he reached for it. Sinister had played that game the entire time.

Jono saw the distrust Remy was so desperately trying to hide and lifted the Cajun's hand, curling Remy's trembling fingers around the soup bowl. Try ter empty it.

The warmth of the soup radiated through the porcelain and Remy watched Jono closely as he placed the bowl against his lips. Any moment now Jono would pry the soup from his fingers, taking it away, like Sinister had done countless times.

Trying to reassure Remy, Jono took a step away from the bed and pretended to be busy selecting a CD from the Cajun's collection. Maybe some soft music would calm Remy down and trigger some memories.

Remy sipped carefully, staring at Jono's back in disbelief. The bowl was still in his hands and the warm liquid traveled down his sore throat. His eyes never left Jono's form and he emptied the bowl in mere seconds.

'ow does it taste, mate? Jono collected the empty bowl and placed it on the nightstand. Would yer like some more later?

Remy's fingers clawed at the blankets. Could he trust Jono? The other man hadn't taken away his food and was now offering more soup. I'd love some...

Hank will check on yer in thirty. I'll ask 'im ter get yer some more. Jono walked over to the CD player and inserted the selected CD. I don't really know wot kind of music dis Kitaro makes... we'll give it a try. Soft music, synthesisers and the sound of more traditional Japanese instruments, swept through the room. It appeared he'd made the right choice.

I like dat.

Jono nodded his head. Booklet's wasted, mate, must be one of yer favorite CD's. Jono sat down in his seat and studied the red and black eyes. 'ow are yer doin'? Yer look better. Remy's mind felt less messy, less confused and he hoped the real memories would start to surface soon.

Can' believe I ain' in dat room any longer... Can' believe Sinister's not 'round... he must be lurkin'...

Sinister's gone, Remy. Jono carefully chose his next words. Tell me wot the scumbag did ter yer? Remy startled and Jono wondered if he'd just made a big mistake. It's okay if yer don't want ter tell me.

I can' tell you... Remy tried to roll on to his side to hide from Jono's eyes and this time he was desperate enough to succeed. His body screamed at the abuse, but he ignored it.

Sinister used nosh... food ter punish yer? When I just 'anded yer the soup yer looked like yer expected me ter take it away again. Jono decided that they had to address some issues. Treating Remy like he was precious china wasn't going to help in the long run. The Cajun had to start dealing with what had happened to him. I'll never take away yer food, mush, I promise.

Remy suddenly felt terribly ashamed of the way he'd been acting. Jono hadn't given him any reason at all to doubt his sincerity and maybe he should give the other man a chance. Maybe this wasn't one of Sinister's tricks. When he looked in to those hazel brown eyes he was hit by a wave of compassion and concern. I never really trusted people and de ones I did trust let me down... or tried to kill me.

Jono realized there was something going on no one had told him about and he welcomed this opportunity to uncover some secrets that were obviously hurting Remy. Why don't yer tell me what yer remember? What's the last thing yer remember before Sinister captured yer?

Remy needed a moment to truly understand the question. You want to know what happened 'fore Sinister locked me up? His mind was terrifyingly blank before meeting Sinister. I slaughtered de Morlocks?

Is that all yer remember, mate? The Massacre and Sinister gettin' ter yer? Yer 'ave got no idea wot 'appened in between those two?

Remy felt confused. Can' remember my yout', my family... what I did 'fore de Massacre... Why's dat? Needing those answers, he looked up at Jono, who was settling down on the side of the bed.

That's wot we've been tryin' ter explain, Remy. Sinister manipulated yer mind. Yer only remember those two events because the scumbag wants yer ter remember those things. I'm sorry, mate, but the only real memories yer 'ave are about the time yer spent as 'is prisoner. Yer memories about the Massacre are twisted at best. Remy's lost expression almost broke his heart. I'm sorry, mush.

Remy stared at his hands, pretending to study the IV needle on the back of his right hand. I don' know what to t'ink, he admitted. De memories 'bout de Massacre are so... vivid... mais I don' have any memories except for de Massacre and my time wit' Sinister... somet'in' must be wrong... are you tellin' me de trut'? He no longer knew what to believe and what to dismiss.

It's the bleedin' truth, mate. Yer didn't lead the attack, yer tried ter stop it. Yer 'ave got ter believe me, Remy. Remy claimed his left hand unexpectedly and Jono let him, caressing the Cajun's fingers in return. Encouraged, Jono pushed back a stray lock that had fallen in to Remy's eyes. The Cajun allowed it and Jono sent a soft chuckle in to Remy's mind, desperately wishing he could smile as well.

Don't worry too much, Remy. Hank, Scott, Bobby and Logan are on yer side and I'm goin' ter be there all the way. I'll be there when yer need me.

Why? Why stay wit' me? Hadn't he asked Jono that question before? If he had, why couldn't he remember the other man's answer? A headache began pounding away at his temples and he still felt awfully weak and sleepy. But before he could fall asleep again he had to visit the bathroom...

Wot is it, mate?

Remy blushed; he couldn't help it. Bat'room?

Yer need ter take a leak? Sure, mate, no problem. Can yer get up by yerself, or do yer need 'elp? Jono sensed Remy's surprise and wondered what was going on. Moving on to his knees, he kneeled next to the bed. 'ey, look at me, Remy. Wot's makin' yer uncomfortable? He still saw tears swimming in those red and black eyes.

Dere really is a bat'room and I can use it? Remy knew surprise showed in his voice and he was unable to suppress his relief.

Tell me, mush, please. Jono watched Remy closely as the Cajun pushed back the blankets and then struggled to his feet. Unsteadily, Remy tried to get to his feet and he swayed dangerously once he took his first step. Jono acted immediately and slung one steadying arm around the Cajun's waist. He felt relieved when Remy didn't flinch or pull away from his touch. Tell me, why are yer so bloody relieved that yer can use the bathroom?

Remy took a leap of faith as he answered Jono. Sinister didn' always lemme use de bat'room. Most of de time I had to use one of de corners of my room... Feeling Jono tense next to him, Remy realized that he didn't have to spell it out. De stench was... merde... Unable to continue he held on to Jono for support. He felt light headed and the headache was still hammering away. Balance's off...

Yer 'ave been through a lot, Remy. Cut yerself some slack. Yer still 'urtin' and that's okay. Walking slowly, Jono guided Remy to the bathroom. Suddenly, he didn't feel that confident any more, realizing Remy might need more help. Yer think yer can take that leak alone or do yer need me ter...

Hold it? Remy couldn't help teasing Jono a little. Surprised at his boldness, he quickly lowered his eyes, avoiding eye contact. I'm sorry... dat was uncalled for, didn' mean it like dat... At first he'd quipped smart remarks when Sinister had taunted him. Punishment had always been unnecessarily harsh. He tried pulling away from Jono, but the other man didn't let him.

Ducks, it's okay ter tease, don't stop doin' that. Jono sensed the tension building up in Remy's body and tried to reassure him that everything was okay. I've got a fucked up sense of humor meself. Please, Remy, don't lock me out again.

The link between them buzzed and Remy realized that Jono was sincere. He even felt some mild amusement and most certainly approval in the younger man's mind. You're not mad wit' me?

Why should I be mad? Yer teased me... that's fuckin' great... Jono managed to capture Remy's gaze and gave him a wink. Who knows, maybe I'm interested in 'oldin' it? He made sure his mind voice carried a teasing tone. His teasing was rewarded with another weak smile. Yer didn't answer me question.

I t'ink I can manage. Remy gathered his strength and went inside after Jono had opened the door for him. His hands moved over the tiled wall to support himself and he halted dead in his tracks when he reached the mirror above the sink. Who's dat? Dat ain' me...

The face that stared back at him was that of a stranger. His chin and cheekbones were clearly visible beneath the taunt skin and black circles had formed beneath his eyes, which looked draped and unfocused. His long hair had apparently been washed; he recalled that dried blood had tangled his locks and after some time he'd stopped using his fingers to comb it.

His bladder reminded him why he'd gone to the bathroom in the first place. His hands trembled, but he managed to push down the sweat pants. Strange, he didn't remember wearing these clothes before. They were baggy, much too large for him, but he loved feeling the fabric against his skin. Sinister had only allowed him to wear some faded trousers.

After relieving himself, he returned to the sink and with a sinking sensation in his stomach he raised his eyes to stare at his mirror image. Remy LeBeau, I'm Remy LeBeau. But the name didn't mean a thing. The only memories associated with that name were tainted with blood, murder and imprisonment. He didn't remember where he'd been born or who he was. Had Jono made a valid point after all? Shouldn't he remember his entire past? And now that he had holes in his mind did that mean that Sinister had manipulated his memories?

Are yer all right in there? Jono sensed Remy's distress and wished the Cajun would exit the bathroom so he could take care of Remy again.

Je suis bien... Feeling tired and dizzy, Remy made his way back to the doorway and stumbled in to his bedroom when Jono unexpectedly opened the door. Instead of hitting the floor he fell in to Jono's arms. Merci, mon ami...

Let's get yer back in bed, mush. Yer shouldn't be up on yer feet just yet. Jono helped Remy to get settled back in to the bed and tucked the blankets around the quivering form. Yer upset...

Saw my face in de mirror and I barely recognized it. Remy surrendered to Jono's warm caresses. The young man's fingers stroked his auburn locks and Remy sighed contently. Never t'ought I'd ever feel dis safe 'gain.

Get some sleep, Remy. I'll be 'ere when yer wake up again.

You should get some sleep too. Remy's eyes closed and he pressed deeper in to the comfort of the soft mattress. The music Jono had selected was still playing softly and suddenly he felt like he'd come home.

That's it, relax. I'll keep the nightmares away. Jono pulled his chair closer to the bed and ran his fingers over Remy's face, always staying clear of the burns. Bloody 'ell, he thought privately, shielding his thoughts. I'm fallin' in love with 'im!

///

Hank softly closed the door behind him and promptly bumped in to Scott, who had been standing in the corridor, apparently awaiting his return. "Scott? Is there something you wanted to know?" The look on Scott's face struck Hank as odd and he wished the ruby quartz glasses weren’t hiding Scott's eyes; it made him so hard to read at times!

"How's Remy doing?" Scott had mentally debated coming here or staying away a little longer. Eventually his feelings of guilt had urged him to make this move.

"Stable." Hank watched his friend closely and for some reason he didn't like what he saw.

"Can I talk to him?" Scott shuffled his feet, impatiently waiting for Hank's answer.

"I'm not sure he's ready for that." Hank noticed Scott's nervousness. "Do you really need to talk to him?" He'd just brought Remy more chicken broth and this time the Cajun had eagerly accepted the food. Jono had stood back, watching the little scene unfold with contentment.

"Yes, I really need to talk to him," Scott confirmed. He didn't plan on telling Hank why it was so important he spoke with Remy; this was a personal matter.

"Well, Remy is awake..." Hank considered the request. "Fifteen minutes and not a second longer. Remy's still suffering from the after match of being electrocuted and he doesn't remember us. Jono told me that Remy thinks we're not 'real', that Sinister created an illusion to lure him in to a sense of safety. Remy's scared to trust us. I don't know what Sinister did to him, but he's hurting."

"Fifteen minutes is fine." Scott walked past Hank and placed his hand on the doorknob.

"Remy can't talk yet. His jaw is severely bruised and his tongue still healing. Ask Jono to set up a temporary telepathic link."

"Thanks, Hank." Scott waited for Hank to leave the corridor and then knocked on the door. He expected Jono's mental touch and didn't flinch away. Jono, can I come inside? I really need to talk to Remy.

Remy ain't doin' great, Jono sent in return. Can't it wait?

I don't think it can. Scott decided that he would only enter Remy's room with Jono's permission. Remy had built some sort of connection with Jono and he didn't want to upset them by storming in there and taking away their feeling of being in control.

Jono was once again holding Remy's hand. The physical contact seemed to reassure the Cajun and Jono was more than happy to lend Remy his hand indefinitely. Remy? Yer got a visitor, are yer up for that? Catching Remy's rising panic, he moved closer and placed his other hand against the Cajun's cheek, gently caressing the skin between two burns. I'll stay close...

Bien. Remy pushed himself upright and leaned his back against the pillows. He didn't feel up to talking to anyone, except for Jono, but realized he couldn't hide in his room for the rest of his life. Who's de visitor?

Scott, do yer remember 'im? 'e's the leader of the X-Men.

Non, I don'. Growing nervous, Remy fumbled with a corner of the blanket. You'll stay, oui?

I'll stay.

Bien, I'll talk to him. Remy tensed, but was resolved not to back away from this. Surprised, he realized that Jono had managed to gain his trust, maybe not completely, but he was willing to give the young man a chance to prove his commitment.

Scott, yer can come inside.

Thanks. Scott didn't waste any time and opened the door. When he got a first look at Remy, a wave of relief swept through him. Although the Cajun looked haggard, he no longer resembled the near corpse they had found on Sinister's exam table. "Hello, Remy, could you spare a moment? There are some things I want to say." He'd made the decision not to pressure Remy with questions just yet. He would make the first step toward forgiveness and hopefully friendship.

Remy pushed deeper in to the pillows when Scott approached the bed. Worried, Scott noticed that reaction and halted in front of the bed. "You don't remember me, do you?"

I'm sorry, I don' know you... should I? Remy glanced at Jono for help. What do I do?

Just talk ter 'im. 'e's a friend. Jono stayed at Remy's side as promised, sitting on the side of the bed and he gestured Scott to take the chair. I'll link the three of us.

Scott sat down and nodded his head. "Thanks." Looking at Remy, Scott realized how bad things had become and he was responsible for letting things get out of control. "Remy, I just wanted to say how glad I am that you're back. We should have searched for you a lot sooner, but we didn't know that Sinister had gotten hold of you."

An apology? Remy arched an eye brow. Why are you apologizin', homme? He didn't even know the man!

Scott looked sharply at Jono, receiving an echo of Remy's thoughts. "Shit, I'm sorry, Remy, I forgot. My name's Scott Summers and I'm the leader of the X-Men."

Forcing himself to pay attention to what this stranger, this Scott, was saying Remy nodded his head. Why are you here?

"I want you to know that you're still part of the team, one of us. You never stopped being an X-Man and something Logan once said popped back in to my thoughts today; X-Men take care of each other."

Why are you here? Remy felt that Scott was holding back. Jono's telepathy was probably supplying him with that information.

"I want to assure you that you belong here. You're going through a rough time but you won't be alone. We'll help you through it, all of us. Basically, what I'm trying to say is that I'm sorry I didn't go back for you and I hope you can forgive me for failing you."

Goin' back for me? At a loss, Remy stared at Scott, wondering why the man was wearing such odd glasses.

"You've got to remember the trial!" Shocked, Scott stared at Remy. "Did you forget that as well?"

Trial? Completely lost now, Remy began to panic.

Scott saw the mounting panic and smiled reassuringly. "You were left on your own at Antarctica... accidentally." He didn't think Remy was ready yet to learn the whole truth and softened the mental impact of his words. "We assumed you'd make it on your own and didn't return for you. Looking back, I realize that was our worst mistake. Sinister took advantage of the fact that you were alone out there and got hold of you."

Why was I put on trial? Remy was shaking like a leaf now. Because of de Massacre?

Jono didn't like where this conversation was heading and was ready to stop Scott from upsetting Remy even more. If necessary he would tell the man to leave Remy alone for now.

"Magneto instigated it. It was a distraction so he could seize power in Genosha. It was a charade." Scott saw the surprise in Jono's eyes. Of course, their newest team member didn't know these details yet. "He used your past to distract us."

Was I convicted for my crimes? The tears were threatening to make a return, but Remy didn't want to cry in front of this stranger.

"Crimes?" A little lost, Scott looked toward Jono for answers.

Sinister convinced Remy that 'e led the attack on the Morlocks. Sinister told Remy that 'e enjoyed killin' the Morlocks, told 'im that 'e killed someone called Marrow.

"What?" Dazed, Scott leaned forward, trying to decipher the expression in Remy's eyes. "The bastard did what?"

He told me dat bein' locked up was my punishment for killin' de Morlocks. He was doin' everyone a favor by takin' me out of de game. He was right, non? I didn' kill anyone durin' my captivity. Mebbe you shouldn' have taken me away from his lab, who knows what atrocity I'm goin' to commit next. Remy's eyes were swimming with unshed tears. You betta keep a close eye on me. Don' want to get someone else killed.

"Fuck, fuck!" Scott jumped up from his chair and abruptly left the room. Once he stepped in to the corridor he slammed his fist hard in to the wall. "Fuck you, Sinister, why ruin his life too? What did Remy ever do to you? It was bad enough you messed with Alex and me, but Remy? Damn you!"

Scott? Cautiously, Jono joined Scott in the corridor. He left the door ajar; making sure Remy could still see him. Wot 'appened just now?

"Sinister... no matter how hard I try he keeps hurting the people I care about! I just want him dead!"

I feel the same way, mate, but yer can't lose it like that in front of Remy. 'e's scared shitless.

Composing himself again, Scott nodded his head. "You're right, of course, but hearing that... He practically brainwashed Remy! Does he really believe..."

Yes, mate, Remy really believes 'e loved killin' those Morlocks. Yer and I know it didn't 'appen that way and we need ter convince Remy that 'e ain't a killer.

"I need to go back inside and talk to him. I promise I won't lose it again. It just hit me like a ton of bricks. I never expected Sinister to stoop that low, but I should have known better." Scott waited for Jono to step aside so he could enter Remy's room again. "I know what I'm doing."

Okay, mate, just keep yer cool, okay?

Scott walked back to Remy's bed and saw the scared expression in the Cajun's eyes. "Remy?" Scott sat down again and made sure he had Remy's complete attention before continuing.

Oui?

Scott had to strain to hear the weak answer and the big eyes revealed Remy's fears. "Sinister lied."

Remy took a deep breath; this conversation was wearing him down. Why were they so determined to convince him that Sinister had been lying?

"At the trial you told bits and pieces of what happened during the Massacre and I want you to know that I'm going to tell you the truth, no lies." Scott exchanged a quick glance with Jono, relieved that the young man had slipped back on to the bed, holding Remy's hand.

What's de trut' den? Remy was too afraid to hope, but they were so damn convincing!

"Sinister told you that he wanted some samples from the Morlocks for his research and the Marauders would help you get them." Scott hadn’t been there, so he was dredging up memories about what he'd heard secondhand and filled the gaps Remy hadn't told them about. He was pretty sure he'd figured everything out. "What he didn't tell you was that he wanted them dead. When you realized that the Marauders intended to slaughter the Morlocks you tried to stop them. You rescued a girl called Marrow..."

Dat's what Hank said! Confused, but growing hopeful as well, Remy stared at Scott's lips, willing the man to continue.

"You tried to get away as well, but a mutant called Sabertooth stopped you, slashed you open." Scott raised a hand and pointed at Remy's chest. "You still carry the scars from that encounter. You barely made it out alive. Sinister's a lying bastard, who wants to break you."

Remy's breath was coming in spurts now and a nervous twitch had appeared near his right eye. Scars?

I noticed them when I gave yer that sponge bath. I wondered 'ow yer 'ad gotten them.

Remy's right hand slipped beneath his shirt and yes, his fingertips easily found the scars. Mais is it de trut'? I could have gotten dese scars while de Morlocks were tryin' to fight me off.

"Why would we lie to you? What would we gain by lying?" Scott had hoped his words had convinced Remy, but now he realized that the Cajun didn't really believe him. Remy was too scared to believe him. "Remy, if you're indeed a killer, why are you holding Jono's hand? You would have slashed his throat by now. Look at your feelings, your reactions. Listen to your heart, listen to us. You're not a killer."

Jono rubbed Remy's fingers between his. Yer can't deny that the man's got a point 'ere. Do yer really think yer a killer? He caught Remy's eyes with his and sensed that the Cajun was desperately trying not to cry in front of them. Yes, they were finally getting through. Sinister played games with yer, mush.

Mon Dieu, I'm really startin' to believe... non, shouldn' believe... Inwardly torn, Remy closed his eyes, trying to keep the tears from sliding down his face. Mais dey are right! I don' feel like a killer!

Scott allowed for a smile to break through on his face. "You've got a long way ahead of you, Remy, but you're one of us, an X-Man and we take care of each other. Don't let Sinister destroy you."

Jono looked at Scott, grateful for what the man had accomplished, but needing a moment in private with Remy. Could yer give us a moment?

"Sure, let me know when you feel up to talking to the others," Scott said, addressing Remy. He then left the room, leaving Jono to deal with the emotional storm that was going to hit pretty soon.

'ey, mush, there's no reason ter lock me out. Jono slipped a little closer toward Remy and opened his arms. When I was little I wanted me mum ter 'old me when I felt down. But she never did... Yer look like yer need a 'ug right now, what do yer say, mate?

Oh yes, Remy craved the close contact, but didn't know how to react to that invitation. Scott's words had left him utterly confused and stunned. I ain' a killer?

Of course yer ain't! Feeling the need for acceptance in Remy's mind, Jono slipped one arm beneath the Cajun's back and slowly pulled him closer until Remy was buried in a hug. Yer do need a 'ug, Remy.

Oui, Remy admitted, almost losing the fragile grip he had on his mind. He wanted to believe that he hadn't delighted in killing someone, wanted to believe that he wasn't that evil, and he clung to Jono, returning the hug with the little power he had left.

Jono held Remy until the Cajun's tension slipped from his body and his breathing indicated that he was falling asleep again. Gently, he lowered Remy back in to the soft pillows and covered him with the blankets. He understood Scott so very well! He also felt the need to vent his anger and maybe staying with Remy right now was a bad idea. He needed to get the rage out of his system if he wanted to be there for Remy when the Cajun needed him most.

So he called out to Hank, who joined him minutes later. They quickly agreed that Hank would sit with Remy for the next hour, giving Jono a chance to deal with his anger.

"Maybe working out in the Danger room will help? Get Scott or one of the others to help you program it. You haven't trained there yet, so be careful and make sure you're not alone," Hank advised.

Jono decided to follow up on that advice and marched out of Remy's room, his rage simmering dangerously.

///

Logan growled uneasily. Jono had talked him in to supervising his 'work-out'. The kid's on a seek and destroy mission. I might have to stop him before he wrecks the remainin' trainin' 'bots. Fuck, there goes another one! If he wanted to work out later he had to stop Jono now. But he didn't look forward to going inside or stopping the program. It was obvious that Jono needed to blow off a lot of steam and Logan didn't feel like facing Jono right now. He knew rage when he saw it.

Logan eventually stopped the program and exited the control room. Walking through the corridor he already heard some pretty strong cussing. Logan shook his head; Jono's language hurt his ears. Luckily Jono was using a lot of Cockney slang and most of the time Logan had no idea what Jono was calling out.

"Calm down, kid!" Logan stepped in to the Danger room and checked the look in Jono's eyes. The young man was still angry, but also spent. "Those training 'bots didn't do anythin' wrong, aright?" Jono had pulled down his bandages and Logan couldn't suppress some tiny shudders. Although he hadn't seen Jono in action against Sabertooth, Logan had no doubt that the kid could hold his own in a fight. "Those blasts of yers are almost as powerful as Cyke's." He wondered if the kid's blasts were stronger than Scott's. Together with the telepathy, Jono made a formidable opponent.

I still want ter kill the scumbag. Jono carefully pulled the bandages over the lower half of his face and was only content when they hid his mutilation.

"Ya wanna kill... whom?"

Sinister of course! Jono kicked a ruined training 'bot and then shuffled his feet. I can't remember bein' this angry before. There were times when me parents pissed me off, but it doesn't compare ter this.

"Is that because Sinister got his dirty hands on Gambit?" Logan felt angry as well, but nothing like Jono. He knew the risks every X-Man took while on the team and he had been in similar situations. Okay, maybe he hadn't been Sinister's prisoner for one year, but the government holding him prisoner came pretty close.

There's more. Sinister convinced Remy that 'e was the leader of the Marauders and that 'e enjoyed slaughterin' the Morlocks. Remy's convinced 'e's a killer... Mate, yer should 'ave seen the look in 'is eyes, should 'ave felt the pain in 'is mind when 'e told us. Sinister brainwashed 'im!

Logan began to understand why Jono was this angry and couldn't blame the other man for feeling enraged. "Did ya get it outta yer system?"

I don't think so. Jono looked at the mess he'd made. Fuck, didn't know I'd taken out that many.

"I destroyed my share of training 'bots as well," Logan assured him. "Yer wanna talk?"

Not really. Jono headed for the doorway, leaving Logan standing in the center of the dismembered 'bots. I think I'll 'ead back ter Remy's room. The link's drivin' me ballistic. He'd hoped the link would grow less in intensity by putting some distance between them, but it still pulled him forward, urging him to join Remy again.

"Link?" Logan's eyes softened a bit. "Yer linked to him?"

Started before we went after Sinister. The first time I entered 'is room I 'eard this voice and it's been inside me mind ever since.

Puzzled, Logan watched Jono leave the Danger room. Why did he feel like Jono hadn't told him the whole truth?

///

Remy moved on to his other side and soft groans left his lips as his abused body objected to the movement. Hank, who had been typing away on his laptop, looked at his patient. Putting the laptop away, he quickly ran a check on the Cajun. Still asleep, but he's probably suffering from nightmares. I can't blame him after all he's been through.

It surprises me how well Remy's doing. I would have expected him to be unresponsive and terrified. And then there's also his amnesia. I wonder what other things Sinister did to him. Remy doesn't deserve any of this. He's a good man. Why didn't we go back for him? That question would always torment him.

Remy stirred again and unintelligible words left his lips. His jaw still caused him a lot of discomfort and speaking was painful. Hank sat on the side of the bed, closely observing Remy's growing unease. Yes, definitely a nightmare! The only words I can make out are Sinister and stop.

"Remy, you're at home, back at the mansion. Everything is fine, no need to get upset." Hank tried to comfort the restless Cajun, but Remy didn't seem to hear him. His nightmare grew worse and his face convulsed. Hank was about to grab Remy's shoulders to shake him gently when the door suddenly opened and Jono stormed inside.

A bloody nightmare! He'd felt the nightmare creep up on Remy when he'd climbed the stairs and he'd hurried back to Remy's side. Ignoring Hank, Jono sat down on the other side of the bed and placed the palm of his right hand against Remy's clammy face. 'ey, mush, it's me. Come on, don't do this ter yerself. Yer can beat the dream and I'll 'elp yer!

Telepathically, he dove in to Remy's mind, searching for the origin of the unsettling dream. He almost backed away when he suddenly stood face to face with Sinister, who was looming menacingly over a crouched form. Jono quickly wrapped his arms around Remy, who remained motionless. On the Cajun's upper arms a myriad of scratches marred the skin. Looking up at Sinister, Jono saw the dry blood clinging to the fingernails. Bastard!

Remy, look at me, please. Jono continued to plead with Remy and manipulated the Cajun's mind to rid themselves of Sinister's image. Sinister's gone, mush, look up. 'e's gone! When Remy finally raised his eyes pain washed over Jono. He desperately wanted to rock Remy in his arms and couldn't think of a reason why he shouldn't. Slowly, he began a rocking motion and Remy seemed to calm down. That's it, mush, it's okay.

Sinister...

I know it 'urts, Remy, I know. But I'm 'ere ter take yer 'ome again. Yer don't need these nightmares. Come on, mush, let's wake up. If necessary he could make Remy wake up, using his telepathy, but he preferred Remy waking up voluntarily. I'll even get yer some soup.

Remy finally felt confident enough to look at Jono and he swallowed the lump that had built in his throat, seeing the concern in those brown eyes. Jono... It surprised him that he still remembered Jono's name. His short term memory had failed him frequently during these last few days.

I want to wake up. Acting instinctively, Remy threw himself at Jono, trying to hide in the other man's arms. Jono's presence had pushed Sinister away and he wanted to get as close as possible.

Jono however, didn't know how to react to Remy's sudden closeness. Although Ange and he were best friends they had seldom hugged and never with this intensity. Another problem surfaced; he was growing hard. Fuck, can't believe this! Shielding his thoughts from Remy he cursed his arousal, wishing it to go away. Can't do this now, not like this! The poor bloke is 'urting and I'm gagging for it? I can't be thinkin' about sex!

Jono? Remy raised his eyes and locked them with Jono's. He had no idea what was going on, but he felt Jono tense against him.

Just wake up, mush, okay?

Bien... Remy wondered what he'd done to cause Jono's sudden discomfort, but obeyed nonetheless. It would take him a long time before he could say 'no' again.

///

Hank sighed relieved when Remy's clouded eyes opened. "You startled me, young man."

Sorry. Remy rolled on to his back. His body ached and he stretched slowly. I'm sorry...

"Don't worry about it," Hank asssured Remy. "You've got plenty of reasons to have nightmares. I can give you something that will take them away, make you sleep more soundly."

I'll keep 'is nightmares away. Jono searched Remy's eyes, hoping the Cajun hadn't noticed his brief arousal, which was luckily fading. I'll stay with 'im. Maybe yer can get 'im more soup? Remy's stomach growled loudly as to stress his request.

"Sure, I'll be back in ten." Hank left the room to get some soup and bread, which Remy could immerge in the soup and then eat. He also had to check the IV once he got back.

Now that they were alone Jono felt strangely shy. Bloody hell, he'd been with men before, but had never felt an attraction like this, had never wanted anyone as badly as he wanted Remy. Was it just a temporary effect created by the link?

I don' want to fall 'sleep 'gain. Remy curled his fingers around Jono's. I don' want to see his face 'gain.

Sinister... Jono had felt Remy's terror and knew how important it was he reassured Remy he was safe. The scumbag will never 'urt yer again, I promise.

You can' make dat promise, Jono, mais hearin' it means a lot to me. Remy grew quiet after that and both men were trying to regain control over their emotions. Can we go for a short walk later? He had to know he could walk on his own, had to know he could run in case Sinister came for him.

Sure, we can go for a short walk, maybe I can show yer me room? He doubted Remy could walk a long distance and his room was situated in the same corridor. Remy, I meant it, yer know. I'll make sure 'e never 'urts yer again. Then Jono played his trump. I came for yer this time, didn't I? And I got yer out.

Remy closed his eyes at hearing those words. Jono had no idea what he was getting himself in to. Sinister would always be there, watching him, playing hide and seek. Merci, cher... merci for carin' 'bout me.

Yer more than welcome, mush. Jono gently rubbed Remy's fingers and felt confident that he could restore the damage Sinister had done. But he didn't delude himself in to thinking Remy could love him back. No one found him physically attractive any more and for all he knew the Cajun was straight as hell, considering Rogue and Remy had been lovers. As if bitten by a snake, he pulled back his hand and crossed his arms tightly in front of his chest. He had to stop touching Remy, caressing his skin, tangling his fingers in the auburn hair. It was better to distance himself now and do some damage control.

///

Bobby knocked on Remy's door and waited for Jono to answer him. An hour ago, he'd asked Hank if it was okay to visit Remy after hearing that Scott had also been allowed in. He'd been remarkably patient these last 24 hours, but enough was enough and he wanted to see for himself that Remy was getting better.

Bobby, mate, I was expectin' yer. Hank told me yer wanted ter see Remy. Come on in.

Feeling relieved, Bobby opened the door and remained standing at the threshold. He smiled at Jono, who placed his book aside, and then Bobby's eyes found Remy, sound asleep. "How's he doing, Jono?" Bobby soundlessly moved closer to the bed, not wanting to wake Remy.

We've 'ad the worst, at least I really 'ope so. 'e doesn't remember us and 'is instincts are tellin' 'im that we're Sinister's puppets. 'e's goin' through a rough time right now. Jono gestured Bobby to take the chair on the other side of the bed. Keepin' 'is nightmares away is a fulltime job. Sinister really screwed with 'is mind.

Bobby sat down and studied Remy's face. "He looks bad, but he's back. Remember that time when I found you here? You'd just dropped that picture frame... I still don't know why I believed you'd made contact with Remy, but I did."

Thanks for believin' me, mate. Without yer support I might not 'ave sought Scott out ter ask 'im ter go after Remy. Yer believed in me. Yer 'ave got no idea 'ow special that is.

Bobby felt the regret in Jono's voice, but decided not to explore this subject. Jono would tell him once he felt more comfortable. "So now you're at his side the entire time?"

Jono chuckled mentally. I briefly left ter throw a tantrum, like Ange would say it, and I destroyed some trainin' 'bots, but when I got back Remy was 'avin' a nightmare so now I'm stickin' close, yes.

Bobby nodded his head. "I'm glad you're there for Remy. He needs someone close."

Why ain't that yer? Yer 'ave known 'im much longer than I. It surprised Jono a little that no one had objected to him being constantly at Remy's side. They were really eager to let him tend to the Cajun, why?

Bobby moistened his lips; the question made him uncomfortable. "We would be doing our job if you weren't already doing it, but there's a huge barrier between Remy and us and it's called guilt."

Guilt? Jono didn't completely understand and wanted to ask Bobby to explain when Remy stirred. He reached out and captured Remy's trembling hand in his. It's only Bobby, mush. Yer don't 'ave ter wake up. Yer can stay asleep.

Bobby heard Jono's reassurance and said, "We failed Remy at Antarctica and that will always stand between us."

But 'e doesn't even remember Antarctica! Jono felt Remy wake up, realizing that his assurance hadn't been enough to convince the Cajun to stay asleep. 'e's wakin' up, he told Bobby.

"He doesn't remember any of us?" Hank had told him what Sinister had done to Remy, how the mad scientist had brainwashed the Cajun, but it still puzzled Bobby that Remy had forgotten about everyone he'd cared about.

I'm afraid not, mate. Hank says Remy needs time. Jono rubbed the skin of Remy's fingers affectionately.

Bobby watched the silent communication; Jono was using every means possible to reassure Remy that he was safe. Suddenly Bobby wished that the Cajun had remained asleep a little longer; the realization that Jono had fallen for Remy came at an unfortunate moment. You're in love with him. Bobby recalled the way Jono had talked about Remy when they had thought the Cajun dead and even back then he'd wondered about the softness to Jono's thoughts.

Startled, Jono glared at Bobby. I ain't in love with 'im! He pulled back his hand abruptly, increasing the distance between Remy and he. He couldn't let Bobby reach this conclusion, even when it was correct; he had to protect himself. There was no way in hell that Remy would ever feel the same way and he didn't want anyone to know about the attraction; it would only add to his humiliation.

A sad smile crossed Bobby's face. Denial or self pity? I've been there.

I don't know what yer talkin' about, mate. Jono wanted to add some things but Remy opened his eyes and the scared expression in those red and black orbs made him forget about Bobby's words. 'ey, welcome back, mush.

Remy blinked and startled when he didn't remember Jono at first, but after giving himself a few seconds, he recalled the other man's name. Jono, why are you still here? Remy suddenly grew aware of the fact that someone else was in the room, an alien presence which he hadn't felt before. Big eyed, he cocked his head and stared in to Bobby's eyes.

Seeing the starting panic, Bobby smiled reassuringly. "Hey, I'm a friend. Name's Bobby."

Bobby? The name sounded familiar, but why, Remy didn't know.

"Yeah, maybe this will bring back some memories." Bobby had collected a few pictures from his albums to show Remy and he'd carefully selected the ones that only showed the members of the team that were at the mansion right now. "This one was taken at the barbecue we had after you joined the team." Bobby showed Remy the picture and wasn't surprised when a shaky hand tried to grab it. He released it willingly.

Smart move ter bring along the pictures, Jono thought privately. They might trigger Remy's original memories. His gaze traveled to the framed pictures that had attracted his attention the first time he'd entered Remy's room. Those were of a more personal nature and could also help restore Remy's memory.

That's me... Remy stared at the picture, feeling entranced. Scott, Hank, Bobby and he were talking while keeping one eye on the barbecue. That really is me... mais how?

"You lived here for some years, Remy. We're friends." They'd never been best friends, but Bobby considered them friends nonetheless. "I missed you."

Bobby's words triggered something, but a defense mechanism slammed in to place, successfully blocking the returning memories.

Jono felt the mechanism kick in and raised an eyebrow. Remy, wot 'appened just now? Yer started ter remember and then...? This was a minor breakthrough and Jono was determined to find out what was keeping Remy's memories in check.

I don' know what happened... I felt like rememberin' somet'in'... a smell, some words... sunlight... I'm sorry... Remy peeked at Jono's eyes, feeling bad for disappointing the other man, who desperately wanted his memory to return. He'd almost forgotten about Bobby, but his voice unexpectedly echoed through the room.

"Jono's a telepath," Bobby said, musing aloud. "Maybe he can help you remember?"

NO!

Remy's telepathic scream took Jono and Bobby aback. Jono reacted first, reclaiming the Cajun's hand to establish a stronger contact. Why are yer so scared ter remember?

Remy turned away from Jono, but when he'd rolled over on to his other side he found himself facing Bobby. There was no escape and he bit his lip, jerking his hand out of Jono's. Please leave me 'lone, please!

Wot are yer afraid of, mush? Jono exchanged a glance with Bobby, but the other man only shrugged his shoulders.

Remy trembled and closed his eyes, trying to shut Jono out, but failing. The young man's determined mind refused to leave his and the link grew stronger. Don' want to remember de people I killed! He couldn't deal with the pain those re-found memories would add to his present burden. I killed de Morlocks, who knows what ot'er crimes I committed!

Fuck! Jono had assumed Scott had convinced Remy that he wasn't a murderer; that those memories were false, but apparently Remy still believed he was a killer. Speechless, he didn't know what to say; what would convince the Cajun that he wasn't an evil man?

Bobby received most thoughts and realized Remy's dilemma. "Remy?" He waited until the Cajun finally looked at him and only then continued. "I recall some pleasant things that happened while you lived here. I can guide Jono to find those memories and you wouldn't have to be scared to find more unpleasant ones. What do you say? Do you trust us?"

Approvingly, Jono nodded his head, feeling glad that Bobby was thinking along. That's a great idea, mush.

Feeling trapped, Remy's eyes closed. Why couldn't they leave him alone? Sinister had ignored him most of the time.

"You've got to trust someone, Remy. Why not us? You must know that Jono cares about you, why else would he stay close the entire time?" Bobby caught Jono's distressed expression, but didn't let it stop him. Jono tried to hide his attraction toward Remy for some reason, but Bobby knew the Cajun well enough to realize that Remy would pick up on it eventually. Maybe in a few days' time, maybe after a few weeks. Right now the pain Remy was in was too intense and the Cajun couldn't focus on anything else. Privately, Bobby chuckled. Jono could run, but never hide; the empath would find out.

I don' want to remember, Remy repeated, but this time the statement lacked conviction, staring at the picture in his hand.

'ow about rememberin' the barbecue? Jono knew they couldn't give in now. It would prove ter yer that yer 'ave friends 'ere.

Remy knew he was fighting a lost battle and sighed defeated. Oui.

Jono squeezed Remy's hand reassuringly and then looked at Bobby. Yer will 'ave ter let me in. He would try to isolate Bobby's memories of the barbecue and then take them inside Remy's mind, searching for the memories Sinister had locked away.

"No problem," Bobby commented and leaned back in his chair. "Gimme a moment..." His mind traveled back to that Sunday evening and he cautiously locked away any memories that featured Rogue. Remy wasn't ready to deal with her yet. "Go ahead, I'm ready."

Jono entered Bobby's mind carefully and allowed the other man to guide him to the memories he needed. Got them! Turning toward Remy, he said, Don't fight me on this. I know it's 'ard for yer ter let me in, but I promise I won't 'urt yer.

The trembling increased, but Remy refused to stop now. For some elusive reason he wanted to believe that he wasn't a murderer and if doing this proved it, he would be strong and allow it to happen. I know you won' hurt me...

Remy's words hit Jono unprepared. Fuck, the Cajun trusted him, counted on him to keep his word. Falling in love with Remy was something he hadn't planned and he didn't expect the Cajun to ever love him back, not the monster he'd become, but hearing Remy say he trusted him acted as a soothing balm to his scarred soul.

Remy relaxed and didn't pull back when Jono moved through his mind, searching for the lost memories. Dere's rien, Remy told them, feeling Bobby's presence as well. Dere are no ot'er memories.

Let me try, mush... I need ter concentrate. Jono wasn't giving up. Moving through Remy's mind felt like struggling through a swamp that threatened to pull him down. Apparently Sinister had manipulated Remy's mind in more ways than one. I ain't givin' up. I don't know wot Sinister did ter lock away yer memories, but I'll find them!

Bobby watched Jono closely, seeing the love Jono was trying to hide. It stared right back at him from the depths of those brown eyes. "You can do this, Jono."

Pushing harder, pushing deeper, something snapped inside Remy's mind and Jono barely heard the Cajun's startled scream. He was in too deep to stop now. Something still blocked his path and it felt slimy, much like glue and it attached itself to his thoughts, trying to wrap itself around his mind, almost rendering him unconscious. I don't think so...

Bobby nearly jumped to his feet when a keening wail left Remy's lips. The Cajun's eyes closed and all tension left his body. "Jono, Remy fainted!" Maybe this had been a bad idea after all!

I'm almost there, mate... I can feel them on the other side... If only he could push through the web like substance that contained Remy's thoughts. Maybe he could puncture the substance... Fuck! A terrible pain moved through him when he punctured the web, but then he was inside, surrounded by Remy's memories. Awed, he held on to Bobby's memories of the barbecue and started looking for Remy's. When he found them, he held on to them tightly and pulled them with him as he retreated from the web. Got them!

Bobby left his chair and sat down on the side of Remy's bed. The Cajun was panting hard and sweat formed on his brow. Jono's attempt had weakened Remy's condition. "Hank! Get in here!" Bobby used the intercom to get his message through to Hank and felt relieved when his friend assured him that he was on his way.

Wot? Wot 'appened? Wot did I do? Shocked, Jono stared at Remy's pale face. Fuck, I 'urt 'im!

"You did what you had to do, Jono," Bobby said, trying to reassure Jono that everything was fine. "We had to take this step. This isn't your fault."

Hank stormed inside and immediately headed for his patient. Bobby moved aside and Hank took his place. After running some tests on his patient he looked at the monitor next to the bed to view the results. "What were you doing when his condition worsened?" Remy's heartbeat was way too fast and his brain waves were spiking.

"We were trying to recover some of his memories," Bobby replied, seeing that Jono was too shocked to answer. "The effort must have triggered something. Maybe Sinister embedded some sort of defense mechanism in Remy's mind to make sure he wouldn't remember even if aided by a telepath?"

"Certainly looks that way," Hank remarked. "It's very likely that Sinister build in some mechanisms to keep Remy from remembering. You did the right thing, trying to recover those memories, but I suggest you give me an advanced warning when you're going to try again." Hank looked at Jono and saw the pain and guilt in the young man's eyes. "Don't feel guilty. Sinister did this to him. You were only trying to help."

But I 'urt 'im while tryin' ter 'elp! Fuck, I can't do anythin' right! Doesn't matter wot I do, I end up 'urtin' someone else because of it. First it was Gayle and now it's Remy. Why did I ever come 'ere? I need ter get out of 'ere before I 'urt Remy again!

Bobby saw the mounting panic in Jono's eyes and left Hank's side to join Jono. "Hey, it's not your fault that Sinister booby trapped Remy's mind. You know, you'll have to go in there again to remove those traps or else Remy will never be truly free again."

Bobby's words made Jono flinch. No way, mate. I ain't goin' in ter 'is mind again. I would only 'urt 'im. Yer should wait until the professor or another, more experienced telepath gets 'ome. Resolved, Jono pushed back his chair and got to his feet. I can't stay!

"Jono, don't overreact," Hank said in a concerned tone. "You don't know the exact things that Sinister did to Remy and you had no way of knowing he would pass out. Remy's exhausted and the after effects of being electrocuted weaken his condition. He might have passed out without you probing his mind."

Yer don't understand! I did it again!

"Did what?" Bobby took a step away from Jono, trying not to make him feel cornered. Jono had to know he could leave if he wanted to.

I 'urt someone again... Jono used the back of his hand to rub his eyes. While doing that, he wiped away any tears before they had a chance to surface. I need ter get out of 'ere... Jono abruptly turned and headed for the door. How could he ever look Remy in the eyes again after hurting him? Wished it 'ad been me instead of Gayle... why couldn't me powers kill me? I don't want ter live like this! I can't...

Jono...

Jono spun around and found Remy's tired eyes staring back at him. Quickly, he averted his eyes, not wanting to see the sense of betrayal in those red and black orbs. He'd promised not to hurt Remy and then... Fuck it!

Jono, don' go...

Jono had taken another step toward the door, but froze in his tracks at hearing Remy's soft plea. Yer can't want me around, Remy. I 'urt yer. I should leave. I'm a danger ter yer.

Non, Jono, stay... come here... Determinedly, Remy raised a shaky hand and repeated his request. Please come here, mon ami.

That's a bad idea, mush... But he was unable to deny Remy and returned to the Cajun's side. Seeing the extended hand shake like a leaf, he reached out and grabbed it tightly. I broke me promise.

Non, you didn'. A shy smile appeared on Remy's face. I remember de barbecue. I remember havin' fun wit'... Bobby here... Merci for givin' dat back to me, Jono.

Jono didn't know how to react. The last thing he'd expected was for Remy to thank him. It was obvious that he had to be the sensible one and protect Remy from himself, making sure he was nowhere near the Cajun. Hank and Bobby will take care of yer, mush. The lost expression in Remy's eyes got to him and Jono knew he had to leave now before he would change his mind. Remember what 'appened ter Gayle! Yer can't stay close ter 'im! Jono thought privately.

Remy desperately held on to Jono's hand, refusing to let go. He felt too insecure to beg Jono to stay, not knowing if Jono would grow mad with him. When he'd ticked Sinister off, his nemesis had made sure he paid for his insolence and he couldn't take the risk of pissing off Jono. If the younger man wanted to leave he had no right to stop him. Feeling defeated, Remy released Jono's hand and his arm dropped heavily on to the blanket. Using his last bit of strength he managed to turn on to his other side, turning away from Jono.

Hank hadn't interfered during the telepathic exchange but felt the time had come to take control of the situation. "Robert, stay with Remy. Jono and I need to talk."

A grin surfaced on Bobby's face, knowing from personal experience what Hank meant by 'we need to talk'. Jono was about to be lectured big time! "Sure, I'll stay." Bobby pulled his chair closer to the bed and cocked his head to lock eyes with Remy. "So, you remember the barbeque? Remember Logan setting a new record for drinking beer?"

This time the smile stayed on Remy's face, recalling the fun he'd had at the barbecue. He still felt like something, no someone, was missing from his memory, but he gladly embraced his regained memories. "Tell me 'bout it?"

Bobby smiled; yeah, talking about the barbecue would keep Remy from worrying. "Let's start with the Twinkies, disguised as burgers, which melted on the grill."

"Jono, let's move this to your room. I don't want Remy to hear this." Hank led the way and opened the door to Jono's room. After Jono had followed him inside and closed the door, Hank began pacing. "I've read your file."

An iron fist clenched Jono's heart. He should have known that Emma and Sean had sent Hank his files. Wot are yer tryin' ter say? Defensively, he crossed his arms in front of his chest. But the link made it hard for him to concentrate on their conversation. The link was pulling him back and he drove his heels in to the floor, trying to remain motionless. He wasn't giving in, wasn't returning to Remy's room.

Hank stopped pacing when he reached Jono. Standing in front of the younger man, Hank rested a hand gently on Jono's shoulder. "I know what happened when your power manifested."

Yer know about Gayle... A dark anger began simmering in the pit of his stomach. This is none of yer business.

"You're wrong, Jono. It is my business when you try to distance yourself from Remy because you're scared you'll hurt him like you hurt Gayle." Hank didn't exactly pity Jono; the young man impressed him, but Jono had never really dealt with his power manifesting like that. "I caught some of your thoughts. You think you'll hurt Remy like you hurt Gayle. You can't compare the two."

'ow would yer know! 'ow do yer dare sayin' that! Yer 'ave got no idea wot it's like ter live like this! Jono stopped himself just in time. He'd almost blurted out how he really felt. So Hank knew what he'd done to Gayle? His self hate glowed, clawing deeply in to his soul. Why had he come here in the first place? His life had been turned upside down upon arriving at Westchester. I want ter go back ter the academy.

"I'm sorry, Jono, but that's not an option right now. Emma can't help you, neither can Sean. This isn't just about your mutant powers. They also sent you here to grow emotionally."

Jono's grip on his emotions was weakening and his hands changed in to fists. I'll leave anyways! I can take care of meself!

"Yes, you can take care of yourself, but who will take care of Remy? He needs you. You're the only person he trusts unconditionally." Hank saw the raw rage and naked pain in Jono's eyes and knew he had to risk it all or Jono would run away, lost to them forever.

"You're so afraid to hurt Remy that you forget how badly he needs you and you need him! I'm not a psychiatrist, but I know what's going on in your mind. You blame yourself for what happened to Gayle and you're so damned afraid you'll hurt someone that you'll do anything to push them away. You've got to stop hating yourself..." Hank hadn't finished yet, but Jono's words exploded in his mind.

Bugger off! Yer don't know wot yer talkin' about! I can't control me powers, even less me life! Me fuckin' mutant powers blasted away part of me chest and face! I'm hideous! I scare people! Kids run away when they see me! Without these bandages I don't even look 'uman! Jono suddenly grew quiet, realizing Hank had set him up. Emma had coaxed him in to talking about his deepest feelings, but he had always found ways around her questions. Now Hank had managed the impossible. Fuck yer!

Hank smiled gently. "You don't mean that and we both know it. You're hurting and in order to protect yourself you lash out." Jono's eyes grew icy cold and Hank knew he'd achieved an important victory; he couldn't stop now and had to go all the way. "Remy's hurting as well and you're the only one who can comfort him. Sure, I can try, but I can't take your place. Even now you feel it, don't you? The link? You keep shuffling your feet. You want to go back to his room and make sure he's fine."

Jono's rage was losing its intensity. The things Hank said were true and he couldn't deny it, but he wasn't ready to admit it either. Yer will do fine, keepin' 'im safe.

"You don't understand, do you? While you were sitting with Remy I did some research and I found a few cases in which empaths formed a link with another person. If left alone these empaths withered away and eventually died. For some reason Remy chose you to help him through this. I don't know why and I doubt he can tell you his reasons right now, but in time they will become clear. You should stay and find out why he decided to create this link."

Jono hadn't believed it possible, but he was actually considering staying. When Hank had mentioned that the deserted empaths had died, his concern for Remy's well being had begun outgrowing his fears of hurting him accidentally. I don't know wot ter do. It was one of the hardest admissions he'd ever made.

"Emma and Sean sent you here because they thought we could help you control your powers and I'm sure we'll find ways to increase your control, but don't turn your back on Remy because you're scared. Remy is in too much pain to 'return' the way you're taking care of him, but once he gets stronger he'll realize how much you did for him."

Hank hoped that the link was strong enough to keep Jono at the mansion. He didn't know what would happen should Jono decide to leave. Remy trusted Jono and if the young man left, Remy would have no one to fall back on. "This is your chance to prove to yourself that you're not a monster, Jono, that people do need you and want you close." He wasn't sure if using the word 'monster' had been the right thing to do, but Jono's expression told him he'd hit the bulls' eye.

It's too big a responsibility. Wot if I fuck up? Jono couldn't believe that he was thinking about staying. He'd become an expert at hiding his true feelings, locking people out and now Hank was asking him to take a giant step. Self doubt, self hate, were difficult things to overcome and only then Hank's remark registered. Yer think I'm a monster?

"No, I don't think you're a monster, but I do believe you think of yourself as one. And you're not..."

I am a monster, I mean, look at me, mate! Without the bandages, I am... Fuck, he'd never wanted to reveal any of this to Hank!

"You need to learn to accept and control your powers and that takes time. How long do you think it took me to accept my transformation? I was a normal looking man once, now I'm trapped inside this body. It took me years to accept it and sometimes I still wish I could revert back to my original state!" This time, Hank had made an unintended revelation, but maybe it would help Jono understand.

"And what about Scott? He'll have to wear that visor for as long as he lives. Can you imagine his terror should an enemy rip it off? His optic blasts are truly destructive; he can kill without intent by just looking at someone! You're not the only one whose powers are out of control! Pray you never have to face Logan when he goes primal... am I making myself clear? Stop the guilt trip and self pity!" Hank saw the dark expression in Jono's eyes and wondered if he'd gone too far. "Take the chance Remy is giving you!"

Jono's emotions were spinning out of control. There was rage because Hank was talking to him like this, but there was also hope at hearing that Scott, Hank and Logan had learned to get a better grip on their powers and maybe he would find a way to control his as well. Throwing a temper tantrum would have been the easy way out, but now he also had to consider what was best for Remy. Finally, he was being honest with himself. I want ter stay.

"I know you want to stay... running away won't solve anything. It doesn't matter where you go, the bandages will always remain, as will my blue fur." Hank felt truly pleased that he'd gotten through to Jono. "You can go back to Remy now."

Yer much better at this than Emma. Maybe because yer... understand wot it's like ter look different. Jono shuffled toward the doorway. Yer really think I'm doin' the right thing?

"I'm sure, Jono, now get out of here. Remy needs you."

Thanks for kickin' me in the ass, needed it, I guess... Yer the first who 'ad the guts ter actually do it.

Hank smiled and watched Jono head back for Remy's room. "It's going to be all right, Jono."

///

Bobby looked up when Jono cautiously entered the room. "Hey, you're back. Good. Remy missed you."

Jono's glance immediately shifted to the Cajun. Through the link he'd already known that Remy was asleep and no nightmares were currently lurking in the shadows. 'e fell asleep again? I never expected 'im ter be asleep all the time. Jono approached the bed and took his seat again. Thanks for watchin' 'im.

"You're welcome. I'm glad I can do something to make him feel better." Bobby leaned back in his chair and studied the expression on Jono's face. "I hope Hank didn't come down too hard on you."

Nah, 'e didn't... Jono chuckled softly. 'e did the same thing ter yer?

Bobby nodded his head. "I had a hard time coming to terms with being gay. He talked some sense in to me. I repressed my feelings for years." Talking about something this intimate was still hard but he was getting better at it. "I'm still half in the closet."

Wot do yer mean? Jono hadn't expected this admission. Bobby admitting to being gay was a surprise.

"Hank knows I'm gay and so does Scott. Now you know too. The rest doesn't."

Why not get it in ter the open? Don't yer think the others will accept yer for who yer are?

"I don't know. I'm not sure Logan and Warren will be okay with me being gay..." Bobby had mentally discussed coming out to the others countless times, but had never found the courage to follow through. I can't tell Logan I'm gay... I don't want ter lose our friendship. I've got to hold on to the little I have.

If they can't accept who yer are, they ain't real friends.

Bobby shrugged his shoulders. "And then there are the women. I think Jean will still feel comfortable around me, but I'm not so sure about Storm and Rogue."

Yer facin' a tough decision, mate. I've been there meself. Seeing Bobby's questioning expression, Jono continued. Four years ago I realized I liked guys and girls. I slept with a few blokes, tryin' ter figure out if I liked sex that way... I did... me old man went ballistic when 'e found out that 'is son was queer, beat the crap out of me and kicked me out on ter the streets...

"You're bi?" Bobby felt relieved now that he had someone to talk to who had been through a similar experience.

Yes, but I like blokes best... For once Jono felt glad that his powers had taken away his ability to blush. He'd never imagined himself discussing this with Bobby. Yer should tell the others wot's goin' on with yer or it will suffocate yer. This is who yer are, don't deny yerself.

"I'll try," Bobby promised and rose from his chair. "I'd better leave the two of you alone. Our talking might wake Remy and he needs his sleep."

Don't worry about Remy. I'll make sure 'e's fine.

"Good, then I guess I'm off to help the others put up the Christmas decorations." Bobby walked toward the doorway.

Christmas? Is it that time of the year already? When had he lost track of time? During the many sleepless nights which he spent pacing?

"It's two more days until Christmas Eve. We don't celebrate that many holidays here, but we always try to make Christmas special." Bobby opened the door. "I hope Remy will recover enough to join us for Christmas dinner. Hank and I are going to cook this year." Normally Jean and Scott would prepare dinner, but with Jean gone, Hank and Bobby had volunteered to take over.

Thanks for visitin'. Jono watched Bobby close the door and then looked at Remy again, surprised to find the alien eyes staring back at him. Yer do 'ave the 'abit of fallin' asleep when I ain't lookin', Remy.

You came back? Remy yawned and a pang of pain shot through his bruised jaw. Ai, merde! It hurt!

Is there anythin' I can do ter 'elp? Jono's fingers dug in to the wooden arm rest, suddenly remembering how Remy had passed out during his telepathic probing. From now on he wouldn't force any memories to surface again. I won't 'urt yer again, he blurted out.

Remy elbowed himself in to an upright position and released a sigh when he leaned back in to the comfort of the pillows. I was afraid you wouldn' come back. Why do you t'ink it was your fault I fainted?

Can I ask yer somethin'? Jono was looking for a way out. No way was he bringing up Gayle and what he'd done to her!

Remy recognized the evasive manoeuvre and allowed it. He wouldn't protest a change in subject, remembering that objecting had put him in to dire straits in the past. Jono might not punish him like Sinister had, but maybe he had different means of making it clear that he didn't allow talking back or arguing. What do you want to know?

'ow are yer feelin', right now? Are yer still 'urtin'? Jono tucked the blankets around Remy's body, but avoided looking in to the Cajun's eyes.

Feelin' bien... Oui, I'm still hurtin'. My entire body seems to hurt, mais I'm bien... just feelin' tired and light-headed. Remy's throat felt like sandpaper, but he felt too insecure to ask Jono for some water. He'd wait for the other man to offer.

Are yer 'ungry? Jono desperately wanted to get away from Remy's original question. Or would yer like somethin' ter drink?

I'm t'irsty, oui. Remy avoided looking at Jono while making his admission. Sinister had never listened to his requests for food and water, but then Remy reminded himself that Jono and Sinister were completely different people. Jono would get him something to drink... he hoped.

When Hank visited earlier 'e left some juice behind. Jono got to his feet, walked over to the desk that stood beneath the window and filled a glass with orange juice. Yer like orange juice? I can get yer somethin' else if yer don't like it...

It's bien! Remy assured him. The delicious liquid was only a few feet away and then Jono handed him the glass. Still scared that the other man would take it away again, Remy downed it in one go, spilling almost half of the juice and it dripped down his chin on to the blankets.

'ey, slow down! Jono reached for the glass, trying to get his fingers around it to make Remy sip slowly. But Remy's scared groan stopped him right in his tracks.

Please don' take it 'way... so t'irsty... Remy had stopped drinking, hand frozen in place.

I ain't takin' it away, mush, but yer makin' a mess and... Speechless, Jono realized that Remy had only downed his drink that fast because he was still afraid that he wouldn't be allowed to finish it. No one's goin' ter take away yer drinks or food, Remy. Yer don't 'ave ter be afraid yer will ever go 'ungry or thirsty again.

Sorry...

Now I've got ter clean yer up. I'll be back in a sec... just need to get some water and a towel...maybe a new shirt as well... and we'll remove the wet blanket. But when seeing Remy's expression Jono knew what he had to do first. Yer want more ter drink?

Oui... please? I promise to sip... Looking pleadingly at Jono, Remy offered the other man the now empty glass.

Jono took hold of the glass, refilled it and handed it back to Remy. Slowly, remember?

Oui... Remy sipped the orange juice and his eyes followed Jono in to the bathroom. A moment later Jono returned with a damp towel.

Jono pushed away the blanket Remy had spilled the orange juice on and then used the damp towel to clean Remy's sticky skin. The shirt 'as ter go, mush... I'll get yer a clean one. It took Jono a moment to remember where he'd found the first shirt and then dove in to the cupboard again. He returned with a long sleeved shirt. Let's do this.

Obediently, Remy followed Jono's instructions and a few moments later he was once more dressed in a dry, clean shirt. Merci...

Are yer 'ungy too?

Oui, mais... Afraid to voice his request, Remy focused on his hands that rested on top of the blankets. Jono seemed concerned, friendly and compassionate, but he still wasn't convinced that he was safe. This could be one of Sinister's games. Maybe leaving this room, getting back on to his feet would convince him he wasn't at Sinister's base any longer, but he didn't dare ask Jono if it was okay if he moved about a bit.

Jono picked up on Remy's thoughts. That's it? Yer want ter go for a walk? Remy had mentioned going for a short walk before and he'd completely forgotten about it. Yer sure yer can stay on yer feet?

No, he wasn't sure he could walk on his own and this was a stupid idea. He couldn't impose on Jono the entire time. The young man had a life of his own! I've been actin' selfishly, sorry...

Uh? Jono had no idea why Remy was apologizing and dismissed it. Yer need some socks... He returned to the cupboard, remembering he'd seen socks in one of the drawers and returned with a woolen pair. Let me, he said when Remy tried to reach forward and cringed. The Cajun was obviously still in pain and why he wanted to go for that walk was beyond him. Remy should stay in bed and rest instead!

Remy leaned back and watched Jono slip the socks over his feet. The tenderness in the other man's gestures surprised him. It had been a long time since someone had touched him like that and his empathy stirred, telling him he should try to convince Jono to touch him more often.

Where do yer want ter go? Jono pushed back the blankets and helped Remy swing his feet over the side of the bed. Had it been him, being forced to lie in bed all day long, he would have wanted to walk a bit as well. Jono took it as a good sign that Remy wanted to get up and move about. He would worry a lot more if Remy had remained motionless, not minding being confined to bed. Yer 'ungry... wot about tryin' for the kitchen? But could Remy deal with the stairs? He doubted it... but hadn't he seen a lift when he'd made his way upstairs?

Bien... wherever you want to go is fine wit' me... Remy's head reeled when he finally got his feet beneath him and he felt thankful for Jono's support. The younger man had wrapped an arm around his waist to steady him.

Let's go and find some nosh!

Slowly, Remy set one foot in front of the other. I can still walk... Which meant he could still run in case Sinister came back for him. Concentrating on not falling, on holding on to Jono, Remy took tiny steps toward the doorway. It would take him ages to get to the kitchen, but the promised reward did the trick. Reaching the kitchen meant getting something to eat and he was willing to endure the discomfort walking caused.

Yer doin' great, mush... Jono had expected Remy to collapse after taking a few steps, but when they reached the elevator he realized how determined Remy was to reach the kitchen. That's it, yer can do it, mush...

They stepped in to the lift and Jono tightened his hold on Remy when the rocking motion of the elevator made the Cajun sway. Are yer still okay?

Hungry... Remy felt wobbly. He would have collapsed a long time ago if it weren't for Jono's support. Feeling immensely thankful, he wondered why this incredibly gentle and kind man was sticking around. He peeked at the bandages, once more wondering what had happened to Jono, but never asking that question. He didn't want to pry. For now, he would savour feeling Jono that close.

///

Bobby had just finished decorating the Christmas tree with his favourite decorations, Twinkies, when he noticed Jono and Remy shuffling toward the kitchen. His first reaction was to join them, but he reconsidered. Remy was breathing hard, sweat had appeared on his brow and the Cajun's free hand was reaching for the wall to support him. He should probably leave them alone. So he exchanged a smile with Jono and then returned to his task.

"Twinkies, Drake? Ain't ya carryin' this obsession of yers a little too far?" Logan had gotten more decorations from the basement and shook his head while staring at the tree. "Ya know, Blue will eat them all and leave the tree look empty."

"That's why we're putting up the other decorations as well." Bobby opened the cardboard box and took out the antique Christmas balls. "Where's Slim?"

"Cyke's broodin' in the professor's office."

"Brooding? About what?" Bobby put the shiny Christmas balls in the selected spots, balancing precariously on the ladder when he reached for a branch that was just a little too far away.

Logan handed Bobby another decoration. "Broodin' 'bout what Sinister did to the Cajun."

"Makes sense... and where's Hank?"

"In his lab, tryin' to figure out what this link's all about." Logan opened another box and untangled the Christmas garlands before handing them to Bobby.

"Thanks, Wolfie..." Bobby knew that would get him a reaction and yes, Logan growled. "Come on, it's a cute little nick name!"

"Stop callin' me that or I'll make ya." Logan grumbled the words, remembering he'd vowed to find a way to shut Bobby up. He really hated that nick name! He wasn't a cute little pet!

"Done!" Bobby exclaimed triumphantly as he put the last Christmas decoration in place; a piece of mistletoe. It had become a tradition to try and kiss one of the ladies beneath the mistletoe, but this year it wouldn't serve a purpose as none of the girls would make it home for Christmas. Scott had told them not to expect the rest of the team back for weeks. Then he recalled Logan's comment. Make me shut up? Oh man, you've got no idea how much I'd like you to shut me up... and in what way!

Bobby had needed weeks to admit to himself that he was in love with Logan. The revelation had followed after he'd talked to Hank about being attracted to men and he'd realized with a start that Logan was everything he wanted in a lover. Feeling insecure himself, Bobby craved someone who would assume control, tell him what to do and take on the responsibility. Logan fit that description perfectly. It was a pity that Logan only seemed interested in women, but Bobby had accepted the situation and hoped that he would fall out of love eventually. In the meantime he tried to make the best of it.

Lost in thought, Bobby began climbing down the ladder, but didn't pay attention where he was setting down his feet. He slipped and began to fall. Ice up! But icing up always took a few seconds and he would hit the floor before he could turn in to ice form. This is going to hurt! He prepared himself for impact, hoping he wouldn't break anything.

"Got ya, Drake!" Logan had seen it happen and reacted at once, moving closer and grabbing hold of Bobby before the other man could make contact with the floor. He'd also realized that icing up wouldn't help in this situation. Cradling Bobby in his arms, he held on to the younger man.

"Thanks, Wolfie," Bobby teased, mostly to cover up his shock at being stupid enough to slip on a simple ladder. He could take on the Marauders, but a ladder was his undoing? Stupid, Drake! And now he was in Logan's arms; had he ever been this close to the man before? He felt the rippling muscle beneath his hands as he had grabbed Logan's arms to break his fall. This situation resembled one of his favourite fantasies... Logan would grab him tightly and kiss him. No way in hell he'll kiss you, Drake!

"I told ya to stop callin' me that!"

"Make me..." The words had left his lips before Bobby realized he'd said them aloud. Shit!

Logan looked at the man in his arms and realized that Bobby wasn't pulling back, wasn't trying to break the hold and suddenly he wondered why Bobby looked content right now. "Shut ya up... I can do that," he threatened and leaned in closer. His left hand buried itself in the soft hair, cupping the back of Bobby's head, forcing soft and willing lips closer to his.

Oh my God, oh no, what... no... yes! Utterly confused, Bobby's big eyes registered Logan's lips descending on to his. A determined tongue nudged against his lips, teeth, forcing him open and then Logan's tongue slipped inside, chasing his. Oh, wow... whoa... what... fuck... Bobby's capacity for rational thought had miraculously disappeared as Logan pulled him even closer, taking his breath away. His body reacted to the closeness and Bobby grew painfully hard. No! Logan would feel his arousal and... What will happen next?

Logan released Bobby and grinned wickedly. He'd felt Bobby's hard cock and realized the kiss had turned the younger man on. "Now I know how to shut ya up!"

The words cascaded over Bobby like a cold shower. Drake, you're a dumb ass! It was a game! Logan doesn't like you in that way! He was just shutting you up! He quickly sobered as his arousal died. "Yeah, I guess you found a way to shut me up," he whispered and felt embarrassed at hearing how shaky his voice was. He forced himself to act like nothing had happened. "Christmas tree is done... I'm going to read in my room." He was babbling, but that didn't matter. He had to get away from Logan, had to put some distance between them and he fled the living room.

Logan began cleaning up the mess they had made while putting up the decorations and wondered about Bobby's reactions. Kissing Bobby had happened on impulse, he'd never planned for it to happen. He had assumed it would shut Bobby up and it had, but why had the younger man grown aroused as well? What's goin' on? What did I miss? This was too important to ignore and he decided to wait one hour to give Bobby a chance to compose himself, but then he would march to Bobby's room and get some answers.

///

Remy sat at the kitchen table and wondered why he'd been determined to walk this distance. His body ached all over and he kept dozing off.

Yer look cold, mush... Jono had collected a blanket from the living room, where Logan had been growling at the Christmas tree, and now draped it over Remy's shoulders.

Merci. Remy grew quiet again and watched Jono search the cupboards.

Tomato soup fine with yer? Jono showed Remy a can and after the Cajun had nodded his approval, he got out a kettle and began heating it. Is there somethin' else yer need, Remy?

My memories back? Remy bit his lip; he hadn't wanted to think it that harshly. Sorry, mon ami. I know yer doin' your best to help me...

Yer want them back? Jono gently stirred the soup.

Rememberin' de barbecue is kind of nice... The memory pushed away the nasty ones.

Jono poured some soup in to a bowl and placed it in front of Remy on the table. It's 'ot, be careful.

Remy nodded his head. Merci... don' know why I'm hungry all de time.

Jono sat down next to him and handed Remy a spoon. Yes, Remy was getting better and the speed of the Cajun's recovery puzzled him. Only 48 hours ago Remy had been too terrified to look him in the eyes.

Ain' you goin' to eat? Dere's plenty of soup left... Remy quickly looked away, staring in to his soup. He hadn't asked about the bandages and he didn't know if Jono preferred to eat in private.

Jono knew it was time to tell Remy about his 'accident'. Yer know I'm a mutant, right?

Oui... Remy peeked at Jono's eyes, afraid he'd gone too far. Jono ain' Sinister... he won' be mad at me for askin' a question!

That's right. Yer don't have ter be afraid, Jono reassured him. Remy startled a little. Sorry, mate, but this link is pretty strong... Well, about the bandages... about two years ago me powers kicked in. Jono feared he'd lose the friendship he had built when he lowered the top bandage to show Remy what his power was all about.

Remy remained strangely calm, seeing the awesome force that raged beneath the bandages.

It was too strong for me ter control and it ripped away part of me face and chest... Jono put the bandage back in to place and stared at the table. He didn't want to see the disgust in Remy's eyes. The Cajun meant a lot to him, but now Remy would realize what a monster he truly was and turn his back on him. Feeling Remy's trembling fingers settle down on his hand took him by surprise. Remy?

Oui, de link is pretty strong. I can read your t'oughts... mais I also feel what you feel... Remy almost pulled back, afraid he was being too forward, but the pain in Jono's eyes made him brave and he continued, You ain' a monster. You ain' hideous. You saved my life. You're de only reason I'm tryin' so hard to get better. You're a wonderful person, Jono.

This conversation was tiring him, but Remy pushed the fatigue away. He wanted to see the sparkle in Jono's eyes again. It had vanished when the other man had shown him how destructive his powers were. You're beau on de inside, cher, don' t'ink anyt'in' else.

Jono never expected Remy to console him and felt slightly embarrassed. Remy needed comforting, attention and now the Cajun was consoling him? Wasn't he a selfish bastard?

Non, cher, don' do dat to yourself. You've been helpin' me cope, mais dis goes two ways... De link, it shows me your needs as well. You ain' selfish. I'm de selfish one...

They stared at each other and suddenly Jono realized they were holding hands, but this time Remy's long fingers were soothingly rubbing his. Jono noticed the thin lines of pain around Remy's eyes and grew worried. Finish yer soup, mush.

Remy let go of Jono's hand, wondering why he had reached out like that. Had he ever felt this confused before? Jono had become his world, his lifeline and he was being incredibly selfish by claiming Jono like that. The young man shouldn't be stuck at his side to keep the nightmares away. Obediently, he sipped his soup and surprisingly enough he loved the somewhat spicy taste.

Jono got to his feet and put the empty bowl in to the sink, while studying Remy. Maybe yer should rest before makin' our way back upstairs? I saw a couch in the livin' room.

Remy nodded; his eyes were drifting shut again, but luckily the headache stayed away.

Let's get yer ter yer feet then. Jono made sure the blanket stayed in place while Remy rose from his chair. Jono wrapped both arms around the Cajun's waist and wondered if he would end up carrying Remy into the living room. Remy was barely able to place one foot in front of the other.

///

Logan had just finished carrying the empty boxes back to the basement and was about to sit down on the couch to gather his thoughts when Jono and Remy made their way in to the living room. He was in a foul mood after screwing up with Bobby, but forced himself to act normally around the Cajun, knowing how easily Remy grew scared these days. Hank, Scott and Bobby had told him how skittish Remy had become.

He rose from the couch but didn't approach them. It was obvious that Remy needed to sit down so Logan removed some newspapers and magazines that were lying on the far end of the couch. When Remy's shy eyes met his, Logan flinched inwardly. Yeah, Scott was right; Remy looked like hell. He probably has no idea who I am.

Logan? Jono helped Remy sit down on the couch and wondered why Logan stared at them. Somethin' wrong?

"No, everythin's fine now that the Cajun's back home." Logan moved to the recliner opposite the couch and sat down, watching Remy's tired eyes. "Welcome back, kid."

Remy didn't know how to react. Do I know you?

Logan cringed at hearing Remy's voice in his head, but Scott had told him the Cajun was unable to speak due to a bruised jaw. "I'm Logan and yeah, ya know me." Remy's eyes darkened and Logan wondered if the Cajun remembered him at all.

You were at de barbecue...

Remy's words made Logan smile. "Yeah, we had some good barbecues, excellent beer, but the burgers always tasted too much like Twinkies." Remy smiled and Logan returned the grin. Jono was doing a good job in helping the Cajun recover. Logan's respect for the newest addition to the team grew. "Yer still tired, ain't ya?"

'e should lie down, rest a bit, Jono replied. He lifted Remy's feet and made sure the Cajun was resting comfortably. After covering his charge with the blanket, Jono sat down on the edge of the couch, absentmindedly running his fingers through Remy's locks.

"Ya might wanna add a pillow." Logan handed Jono one.

Lift yer head, mush?

Remy briefly sat up, long enough for Jono to put the pillow beneath the Cajun's head. He considered placing the pillow on his lap and pulling Remy closer, but decided against it, remembering he'd vowed to distance himself from Remy. Stop touchin' 'im! Jono thought privately. Comfortable?

Oui, merci, cher. Remy rolled onto his left side, feeling more secure now that his back was toward the back of the couch. His eyes travelled to the doorway, fixing on it. He still expected Sinister to walk in.

Close yer eyes, mush. I'm 'ere ter watch over yer. Nothin' bad will 'appen ter yer.

Logan closely observed Jono, seeing the gentleness in the touches, hearing the love in the young man's mind voice and finally realized what was going on. Hope things work out for the two of ya, he thought privately.

Yer leavin'? Jono watched Logan get to his feet and head for the doorway.

"I need to take care of somethin'," Logan said evasively and stepped in to the corridor. So Drake, yer in love with me? Is that it? Seeing Jono's expression when the young man had looked at Remy had reminded him of the way Bobby's eyes had sparkled. Now that he had all the pieces the puzzle was easily solved. Robert Drake was in love with him!

///

Bobby sat in the window sill, watching the dreary rain hit the glass and then slide down. The weather couldn't have been more appropriate. You're acting like a cry baby! Stop whining and wipe away those tears!

After Bobby had reached the safety of his room he'd retreated to the window sill, trying to shut everything out and hoping that no telepath or empath was picking up on him. He had tightened the shields the professor had taught him to use and hoped he wasn't bothering Remy and Jono. He didn't want to add to their distress by broadcasting his pain all over the place.

A soft knock on the door pulled him away from his musings. "Go away. I'm not in the mood to talk..." Bobby didn't really care who was on the other side of the door; he just wanted to be left alone.

"Drake? Bobby? Come on, kid, don't do this." Logan expected Bobby to avoid him, to refuse to talk to him, but he wasn't going to allow it. "I'll break down the door if I have to."

"Bully..." Feeling mentally exhausted Bobby headed for the door and unlocked it. Then he returned to the window sill and pulled up his knees, resting his elbows on them. "You can come inside." He knew damn well that Logan wasn't going away until they had settled this. Damn, why did he have to grow hard and flee the room? Why hadn't he acted normal instead of stressing out?

When Logan entered the room, his eyes needed a moment to adjust to the total darkness. "Why are the lights out, Drake?" He located a lamp on the nightstand and switched it on, unwilling to have this conversation in utter darkness. Although his eyes compensated for the darkness, Bobby wouldn't be able to see him at all.

Logan finally locked eyes with Bobby and found them red and puffy. Bobby had been crying. As he walked over to the window his resolve increased. They were going to talk about this, get it in to the open. "Why are ya hidin' in here?"

"Hey, it's my room! I've got every right to be here!" Bobby broke eye contact and stared outside. He hadn't meant to sound that vicious, but Logan 's presence was unsettling.

"Ya've been cryin', why, Bobby?" Logan used the name on purpose, trying to show Bobby that he was serious about this. "Is it 'cause of me? Cause of what happened in the livin' room when I kissed ya?"

Shit, he knows! Bobby panicked, jumped to his feet and tried to leave his room, only to be pulled back. Logan's hand grabbed his wrist and kept him from leaving. "What do you want?"

Logan disliked the venomous tone to Bobby's voice. This was going all wrong and he had to salvage the situation. He could only do that by being direct. "Bobby, ya like me, don't ya?

"Let go of me, Logan." Bobby hissed the words, trying to warn Logan that he didn't want to discuss this now.

"Uh-uh, yer ain't gettin' 'way this easily." Logan grabbed Bobby 's shoulders and pushed him against the wall, leaving the other man no easy way out. "Don't play dirty. Ice up and yer in big trouble."

"Bigger trouble than I'm already in? Is that possible?" His nervousness increased, feeling Logan once more this close to him. Why did the older man have to act out his fantasies? He'd come during an erotic dream in which Logan had pushed him against the wall. Don't think about how he fucked you! Don't remember the dream! Oh no, not again! I can't be growing hard again!

Logan smelled Bobby's arousal. He'd been right after all. "Ya want me?" Bobby's eyes suddenly filled with unshed tears, urging Logan to let go and back off. "Talk to me, Bobby. What's this 'bout? A quick fuck or is it more?"

Fuck... Logan said fuck... shit... His erection throbbed painfully at hearing Logan use that word. Bobby quickly stepped away from Logan and headed for the window again. Turning away, he recomposed himself. Logan expected an answer, was entitled to one, so Bobby tried to form a coherent reply. "I've b-been in l-love with you f-for some months n-now," he stuttered.

Logan drew in a deep breath. "How many months?"

"About a year n-now..." Bobby lacked the courage to tell Logan the truth while facing him, so he pretended being interested in the rain. "It was a gradual thing. At first I thought of you as a good friend, but it's become more."

"And when did ya plan on tellin' me?" Logan didn't approach Bobby, seeing the tense shoulders and smelling the fear on the other man. Probably fears I'll turn my back on him now that I found out the truth.

"N-never..." Bobby's mouth had gone awfully dry and he wished he knew what would happen next. So far, Logan had reacted calmly to his admission. "I didn't want to jeopardize our friendship. I don't want to lose that."

Logan considered everything Bobby had told him. Inwardly, he felt torn and he knew he had to voice his thoughts to salvage their friendship. "Bobby, turn 'round and look at me."

Hesitantly, Bobby faced Logan, but his eyes remained locked on the floor. Damn, he'd fucked up big time!

"Let's sit down." Logan guided Bobby toward the bed and sat the young man down. Then, he began pacing the room, trying to find the right words, but Bobby spoke first.

"It's okay, Logan. I understand if this disgusts you. You probably never had to deal with a man who... who has a crush on you. I'll back off, I promise. I'll keep my distance and never mention it again..."

"Stop babblin', Drake." Logan returned to the bed and looked at Bobby, who avoided his eyes. Resolved, Logan raised his right hand and cupped Bobby's chin in its palm. "Yer wrong. I have been with men."

"Huh?" Bobby finally met Logan's gaze and his heart missed a beat, seeing the expression on the older man's face. Logan's gaze was steadfast and determined, making him shiver. "What are you saying?"

Logan let go of Bobby's chin and took a few steps away from the bed to center his thoughts. "I took a few men to my bed. They were mostly one-night-stands."

"You like men?" Bobby swallowed hard.

"I like women betta, but yeah, I've been with men." Logan started to wonder where this was headed; he'd never planned on mentioning he liked men. "If ya were askin' for a quick fuck I could give ya that, but... when yer talkin' 'bout commitment... no."

The words hurt and Bobby fought his tears. "You'd fuck me and then pretend it never happened?" Was he desperate enough to accept such an arrangement?

"Yeah, that's all I can offer right now. Ya blindsided me. I never saw this comin'." Logan dropped on to the bed beside Bobby and cringed, seeing the watering eyes. "Look at it this way... Ya've had months to grow used to the idea that ya love me. I just found out minutes ago."

"I can give you more time if that's what you need!" Bobby rubbed his brow, feeling utterly miserable. How had he been able to ruin everything in just a few minutes? "I don't want a mercy fuck. I need more."

"I figured as much, but I can't make any promises, Bobby."

"Did you like... kissing me or did it gross you out?"

Bobby's tiny tone got to Logan. Why the hell had he come here to talk about this? He should have let it rest, instead of dragging it out in to the open! "I liked kissin' ya. Ya've got soft lips." The smile that surfaced on Bobby's face reassured Logan that they were fine. "I care 'bout ya, Bobby, but I don't know if I can love ya like that."

"It's okay, man. I've been rejected before. Thanks for telling me." Bobby's shoulders slumped forward and a defeated expression settled on to his face.

Logan couldn't bear seeing Bobby defeated like this. "Hey, I didn't say I don't want ya. I need more time to figure this out. I seriously doubt we'd work. First, there's the age difference and yer always complainin' 'bout me being grumpy and..."

"I like you being grumpy," Bobby admitted in a barely audible tone. It was a good thing Logan didn't know about his fantasies.

Logan got to his feet, looked Bobby in the eyes and sighed. Their friendship had suddenly become very complicated. "Gimme some time, aright?"

"Sure..." But Bobby already knew the outcome. Logan had dumped him before they had even started dating. "I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell the others..."

"I take it Hank knows?" Logan knew how close the two men were.

"Hank knows I'm gay, so does Scott, but they don't know I'm in love with you. I'd like to keep it that way."

"My lips are sealed," Logan promised. He didn't look back and stepped in to the corridor. When he'd decided to get those answers, he'd never expected the situation to grow even more complicated. Now he had to find out how he really felt about Bobby and if he was willing to commit to the younger man.

///

I t'ink I like dose Christmas lights... all dose different colors...

Remy's words startled Jono, who suddenly realized that he'd closed his eyes some time ago. Why didn't he remember what had happened these last minutes? Had he been lost in thought? He couldn't have been asleep. I can't sleep any longer, he repeated, wondering what had happened.

You did sleep.

Jono opened his eyes and looked at Remy, whose head had somehow ended up in his lap. The pillow lay on the floor and Remy was rubbing his cheek softly against his thigh. Jono tensed at the intimate contact. Yer don't understand, Remy. Me powers took away me ability ter sleep.

I felt you in my dreams... you were 'sleep. Remy pressed deeper in to the couch, feeling comfortable lying on his side. His right hand lay draped over Jono's knee and he loved being this close to Jono; his fear seemed gone.

I can't 'ave been asleep! Jono startled, but then recalled that Bobby had found him asleep in Remy's room the day after he'd arrived at the mansion. I fell asleep before, he realized, upset. The night we made contact... I talked back ter Sinister. Fuck, never wanted yer ter know that...

You talked back to Sinister? Remy briefly struggled with his blanket, but then managed to roll on to his back and he sought out Jono's clouded eyes. I knew I didn' talk back! I wanted to remain quiet... It was you?

Shame swept through Jono and he would have leaped to his feet if it hadn't been for Remy, whose head rested in his lap. The day I arrived at Westchester I went in ter yer room and I 'eard this voice... the second time I must 'ave fallen asleep and I saw yer and Sinister... I told 'im ter bugger off... then 'e said yer name and threatened ter punish yer for talkin' back... I'm sorry, mush, I 'urt yer again! I never wanted ter cause problems and...

Jono...

Jono peeked at Remy and saw acceptance in those red and black eyes. I don' understand why yer want me close! Sinister punished yer because I talked back ter 'im and then I 'urt yer tryin' ter restore yer memories and...

Stop.

Jono stopped babbling and lost himself in Remy's alien eyes. I just don't understand.

You didn' know what was goin' on when you had dat dream, Jono, and we 'ready talked 'bout what happened when you restored my memories of de barbecue. Dat wasn' your fault eit'er.

Feeling choked up, Jono tried to find the right words to show Remy that the Cajun was wrong, but failed to find any. Maybe because he wanted to believe that it hadn't been his fault.

So... since you met me you can sleep 'gain? Is dat it, cher? Remy felt proud that he'd been able to give this to Jono, even if it only was temporary. Must be 'cause of de link, non?

Yes, the link's probably responsible for this... Did yer dream just now? Jono had absolutely no recollection of the last few minutes. Yer didn't suffer from a bleedin' nightmare?

If I did, don' you t'ink you would have had de same nightmare? Remy turned his head and focused on the Christmas lights again. Do you usually celebrate Christmas, Jono?

Me parents never did... nah, wait, me old man once gave me a six pack. I 'ad just turned 15...

When is your birt'day, Jono?

The twentieth of November. I turned 18 last month.

Remy's glance shifted from the tree to Jono. I never realized you're dat youn'.

Believe me, mush, I feel a lot older than 18! Now Jono was staring at the lights. Now that yer mention it, they look sort of nice.

What's Christmas like here?

I don't know, Remy. I never spent Christmas with the X-Men. Jono returned to caressing Remy's locks. It was an instinctual reaction action to reassure the Cajun that things were fine. I got this feelin' yer might be a sucker for Christmas, mush. They're goin' ter make Christmas dinner, Bobby told me, and 'e 'oped we could join them on Christmas Eve. Would yer like that?

Oui, I'd love to, mais do you t'ink dey want me dere? I don' know if dey can accept what I did... you know... de...

Don't yer dare say it, Remy. Yer didn't cause the Massacre! Yer didn' kill the Morlocks! Startled, Jono realized he'd grabbed hold of Remy's shoulders and was slowly shaking the Cajun. Jono immediately let go and stared at Remy, ready to say he was sorry, but Remy beat him to it.

Make you a deal... I try to accept what you told me 'bout Sinister and de false memories and you stop apologizin'.

Yer 'ave got a deal, mush. Jono helped Remy settle down again and stared at the Christmas tree. Yer right, the lights definitely look nice.

It's goin' to be my first Christmas... Seeing Jono's expression, Remy explained. I don' remember celebratin' Christmas 'fore, so it'll be my first.

It'll be me first Christmas with the X-Men as well. Me old folks never put up a tree or stuff. Christmas at the Academy was nice though. He hadn't had the time to miss Ange, but now he felt a little homesick.

It's goin' to be our first Christmas toget'er... I like dat. Remy sighed blissfully.

///

Hours later, Jono managed to convince Remy to return to his bedroom. The Cajun's eyes had slipped shut on several occasions, but had opened again to focus on the Christmas lights.

Now that Remy was resting comfortably in bed, sound asleep, Jono switched on the TV. He'd turned the volume down; every so often checking on Remy to make sure the sound wasn't disturbing his sleep.

Finally he settled for an action movie, an old James Bond classic. But the story couldn't hold his attention for long. His eyes darted back to Remy and he wondered how it would feel to snuggle up to the Cajun. Don't do this ter yerself! Remy's way out of yer league!

Jono...

Yes, Remy? Surprised at hearing Remy's thoughts while the Cajun was still asleep, Jono left his chair and moved closer to the bed. Wot's wrong? I'm keepin' the nightmares away so that can't be it. Leaning in closer, he rested his hand on Remy's brow to make sure the fever hadn't returned. Hank had been in to examine Remy one hour ago and had been pleased with the recovery the Cajun was making. Hank had applied some soothing balm to the burns and had told Remy to drink a lot of fluids. Jono had promptly filled Remy's glass again, urging him to sip slowly.

Remy fell asleep right after Hank had left, but now something was upsetting the Cajun. Remy, wot's wrong... yer still asleep, so why are yer callin' me?

Close... need you close...

Fuck... Remy I can't climb in ter bed with yer! At a loss, Jono backed away from Remy. Don't ask me ter do that, mush! He was already head over heels in love with the Cajun and holding Remy close in his sleep would only intensify the attraction. Yer just fine, Remy. Don't worry about a thing. I'm close.

Remy seemed to calm down again and Jono returned to his chair. By now he'd lost all interest in the movie. He stared at the screen for a few minutes, but didn't see a thing. All he heard were Remy's soft moans, calling him back.

I give up! I can't stand this! He'd withstood the silent pleas for a few minutes, but now he headed back for the bed. Move over, Remy. In his sleep, Remy obeyed, rolled on to his right side, creating enough space for Jono to spoon up behind him. I ain't sure I can do this.

Jono... please.

Jono shook his head and got in to bed, lying down behind Remy. The Cajun immediately pushed back, molding himself to Jono's body. Jono wrapped his arms around Remy's waist. Don't let me grow 'ard... not now! But his body had other plans and reacted to the warm body nestled in front of him. This is embarrassin'! It's the second time in less than 24 hours that I'm turned on!

Remy unexpectedly grinded his ass in to his groin and Jono couldn't repress a mental groan. It felt so right! Think about yer old folks, Gayle. Fuck! I don't want ter be 'ard!

Remy stirred again and Jono's body betrayed him. A damp spot was forming beneath his zipper; he was leaking pre-ejaculate. This was bad. Don't let me come! Don't! Recalling his most horrid memories made his arousal go away. This can never 'appen again! Never!

Although it was very tempting to follow Remy in to sleep, Jono withstood that temptation. He'd wanted to sleep and dream again for so long, but couldn't take the risk of ending up in some sort of erotic dream. He should have left the TV on, now he was stuck here for the next 8 hours, probably boring himself to death.

'ey, wot's wrong with yer, mate? Yer 'oldin' Remy in yer arms and yer bored? Bloody 'ell! This might be yer only chance ter ever get close ter him! Jono inhaled Remy's scent and rubbed the Cajun's skin through the fabric of the shirt. I love yer but I can never tell yer...

///

"Oh, that's nice..." Bobby's moan cut through the bed room. His fingers dug in to the sheet, trying to find something to hold on to while Logan moved in to place behind him. He was on all fours, his ass raised high and he couldn't wait for Logan to finally claim him.

A possessive growl sounded behind him and Bobby's cock jumped to attention. Logan was one hell of a lover, possessive, but still highly considerate of his needs. Bobby bucked when Logan's hand wrapped itself around his cock, pumping it slowly. "Please, I want to come with you inside me!"

"I hope ya know what yer gettin' yerself in to, Drake," Logan growled possessively, while coating his erection with a generous amount of lube. "Ya've got a great ass, Bobby, wish ya had told me sooner ya wanted me to fuck ya." He positioned himself and slowly pushed passed the guardian muscle. "Yer tight, Drake... please don't tell me yer a virgin... No way, yer a virgin!"

"Uhm, actually..." Bobby sucked in his breath as Logan pushed in deeper. "Yeah, that's it... deeper, I can take you..." Logan was still stroking him, speeding up. "I've been with one man before... He deflowered me... fuck!" He rocked back hard, and Logan buried himself to the hilt inside his tight passage. "Yeah, got you now, Wolfie!"

"I told ya to stop callin' me that... I need to teach ya a lesson, Drake!" Logan stressed each word with a short, violent thrust.

Logan's cock brushed against his prostate and Bobby groaned deliriously. "Yes, fuck, yes!" Pushing back, he tried to change their rhythm, but Logan suddenly rested his body on top of his and Bobby collapsed on to the mattress. His cock rubbed painfully against the sheet now that Logan's hand was gone. "Harder, please, Logan, please..." he was begging, craving release so badly that he tried to sneak a hand beneath his body to stroke himself.

"None of that, Drake..." Logan grabbed Bobby's wrist and pulled it behind his back. "Ya want it harder? Deeper? Answer me."

"Yeah, make me come!" He was sobbing now that Logan's cock massaged his prostate from a different angle. Rocking helplessly, Bobby groaned as his trapped cock finally released its come.

"Feels good, Bobby, ya feel really good. Yeah, make me come... I can feel ya milk my cock..." Logan released a furious howl when he buried himself deep in Bobby's body, coming hard. "Yer mine!"

Panting hard, Bobby fought for breath. Logan was still pressing him down. "Get off of me... can't breathe..."

"Sure, sweet thin'." Logan's sated member slipped free and he briefly straddled Bobby's lower back before getting to his feet. "Ya did well, Drake... Great ass."

Bobby groaned as he sat upright. He felt sticky and knew he would be sore for the next few days. "Hey, where are you going? You can stay..." His eyes grew big at seeing the hurry with which Logan was putting on his clothes. "I'd hoped... we could cuddle, you know?" Shivers ran down his spine and he reached for the sheet to cover himself. Why did this suddenly feel wrong?

"Drake, I told ya I don't do commitment." Logan grinned as he put on his sweater. "This was just a quick fuck, don't expect more. Let me know when ya want me to fuck ya 'gain. See ya 'round, Icecube!" Logan slammed the door behind him on his way out.

"What? No, this can't be happening! He said... he never said he loved me..." Bobby stared down at his body, feeling used and dirty. He'd just let Logan fuck him, had begged the older man to take him and now...

With a scream Bobby opened his eyes and sat upright in bed. Sweat dripped from his brow and he panted hard, trying to calm down. A dream! It had just been a fucking nightmare!

"This is getting out of control." Feeling claustrophobic, Bobby threw off his blanket and iced up. Within seconds he'd constructed an ice slide and left through the open window, his clothes falling apart as the cold hit them. He needed to get away from Logan, the mansion, and clear his head.

///

Sabertooth sniffed the air, slightly frustrated that the wind and rain made it harder for him to track down his prey. Originally, he'd planned to get his hands on Chamber, the kid who had rendered him helpless, but Iceman would also do. He'd picked up on Drake's scent a few minutes ago and had adjusted his plan.

Moving soundlessly, he stalked downhill. Drake was sitting near the lake, staring at the ducks, which were keeping an eye on their visitor. Sabertooth made sure he was down wind when he approached Drake. When the X-Man had arrived, he'd been in his ice form, but now Drake had changed back to his human form, which suited Sabertooth's plan perfectly.

Sabertooth wasn't taking any risks and squatted behind a shrub, hidden from sight. He uncovered a dart and lovingly caressed its tip, which was covered with a sedative. He wanted Drake alive! Throwing the dart, he aimed for Drake's neck and the dart buried itself in soft flesh.

///

Something hit the back of his neck and Bobby's hand immediately checked the hit area, wondering what bug had targeted his neck. "What?" He was already swaying on his feet and reached for a nearby tree to support him.

"No bug..." With a strangled hiss he pulled the dart free from his flesh and stared at it. "Who... why?" His vision was already blurry and he stumbled toward the water. He tried to ice up, but failed. His body was shutting down and he fainted, falling face forward in to the icy cold water.

///

Sabertooth kicked Bobby's side and grinned. "Out cold, perfect." Bending down, he grabbed Bobby and slung the unconscious man over his shoulder. Growling softly, he made his way back to his hiding place.

///

Sleep didn't come easy for Logan as he tossed and turned in bed. Eventually, after wasting three hours of trying to fall asleep, he switched on the lamp on his nightstand and swung his feet on to the floor. Bobby, why did ya have to tell me? Bobby's admission was keeping him awake.

He liked Drake a lot, considered him one of his best friends, knowing damn well that he didn't have that many friends because he seldom allowed himself to grow attached to someone. But Bobby had gotten under his skin and although he pretended to be annoyed when Bobby called him Wolfie he secretly didn't mind. There weren't that many people around that cared enough to give him a nickname.

None of his relationships with women had worked out, and his affaires with men had been one-night-stands. Now Bobby was asking him for more. Why didn't I see it comin'? I should have picked up on the signs... a year, he fell in love with me a year ago... Now that I think 'bout it... I smelled pheromones a few times, but I never thought it was 'cause of me!

Logan realized that he wouldn't get any sleep tonight and slipped in to some sweats. After returning to his bed, he picked up the Stephen King novel he was reading and settled down for the night.

"Logan!"

Great, Scott was yelling his name over the comm. system! He cringed; wondering if he could get away with pretending he wasn't in. Maybe Scott would leave him alone if he didn't answer the call.

"Logan! I know you're there in! I need you in the control room, now!"

Scott wasn't buying it, damn! Logan dropped the book on to the bed and grumbled. "Whadda ya want?"

"An old acquaintance of yours is sneaking around the premises. You'd better hurry. I've already alerted Hank. We're going to need him."

Logan quickly put on his shoes and started for the doorway when he realized what Scott was implying. "Are we talkin' about Creed?"

"I'm afraid so... stop talking and get down here. Hank's on his way as well!" Scott shook his head and stared at the footage the security camera had taped two hours ago. He cursed loudly, angry with himself for not checking the footage sooner. They should have taken turns at monitor duty but they had been busy with Remy. Now they might be paying the price for getting one team-member back by losing another!

///

Hank and Logan met in the corridor that led to the control room. "Logan, what's happening?" Hank had been working on his research and hated being disturbed.

"Creed's sneakin' round..." Logan picked up speed and Hank followed suit.

Within seconds they stormed in to the control room. Seeing Scott's worried expression they realized something bad had happened.

"Cyke, where's Creed? Just point me in the right direction and..." Logan never finished his sentence.

"Look," Scott said and pointed at the monitor.

Stunned, Logan and Hank watched as Creed sneaked up on Bobby, throwing a dart which made the X-Man crumble. Logan growled angrily when Creed hoisted Bobby to his feet and then carried him off. One of his worst nightmares was coming true. Creed had taken Bobby away from him, but there was still a chance to get the young man back alive. Creed loved to play with his victims and wouldn't kill Bobby straight away. "Lemme go after him!"

"No, Logan, we're going to act like a team. We are going after Creed. I'll explain the situation to Jono. He'll have to defend Remy in case Creed decides to head for the mansion." Scott's tone was determined, indicating this wasn't up for discussion.

"Do you think Jono can stand up to Creed?" Hank wasn't sure the young man was up to that challenge.

"Jono can take Creed, don't worry about that. I saw him in action when we went in for Remy." Scott walked towards the doorway. "Logan, scan the premises. We need to know where Creed's hiding. We'll start hunting Creed down after I updated Jono."

Logan sat down and began scanning the premises. "Ya'd betta hurry or I'll get started without ya." The knowledge that Creed had gotten his dirty hands on Bobby did strange things to him. The berserker rage that usually overcame him when confronted with his arch enemy stayed away. Instead, a nagging concern filled the void and Logan realized that maybe he'd been fooling himself and that he did care more about Bobby than he'd originally thought.

Now that he faced losing Bobby, he had to come clean. Did he love Bobby? Maybe, I do care 'bout him a lot. Was he willing to commit to Bobby in a relationship? That's even harder... Every time I committed myself to someone, that person died or left me... Bobby wanted a monogamous relationship, was he ready to try that? I'll never know if we would have worked out if I don't try. What if he didn't get Bobby back? Would he mourn Bobby's death as a friend or as a lost lover? I'm gettin' him back and then we'll try to make things work... Fuck, I've really been foolin' myself... I will get Bobby back and, Creed, yer gonna be sorry ya ever touched him!

 

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