AUTHOR: SisterWine
RATING: NC-17 (STRONG SEX, HEAVY VIOLENCE, BAD LANGUAGE).
PAIRING: LOGAN/REMY  SLASH
SUMMARY: Louisiana, late 1920s. Remy finds out that there is more to Logan than meets the eye. A full view of what happened between the realities of "Only In My Dreams" and "I Need You Near Me".
WARNING: SLIGHT RAPE AND ABUSE.
DISCLAIMER: THE X-MEN DO NOT BELONG TO ME. THEY ARE THE PROPERTY OF MARVEL COMICS AND 20th CENTURY FOX. THE ONLY CHARACTERS THAT ARE MINE, ARE THE TOWN'S PEOPLE IN THE STORY. NO MONEY EXCHANGED, JUST FOR FUN.
 

The phone rang at half 9PM. Logan stormed into the livingroom, from the large dining table, where he had been buried in his drunken musings. He was past worried, past furious. He was marinading in lividity. Where the Hell was that damned Cajun?!

"Hello?" He growled.

The house and crickets around it seemed to go deathly still as a well-educated young doctor explained to Logan the circumstances to why he was ringing at that hour.

"He's where?" Logan was in shock. "What the Hell--" He sighed and felt he needed to sit down. "I'll be right there." He hung up the phone and then picked it up again, and rang the operator for a taxicab.

Logan met the taxi at the front gate, and told the driver to "step on it" to the hospital. His half-drunk/half-sobred mind was racing at how bad Remy's condition might have been and if he'd even live through the night. His mind repeated the name of the man responsible. Michel.

Stepping out and paying the driver, Logan sighed before turning around and making his way into
the nearly empty lobby of the 2 storey hospital.

The nurse at the counter was standing up and shuffling papers. The counter was higher than the desk, so that Logan couldn't see what she was doing until he came to a stop and stared at her.
"May I help you, sir?" The young nurse had to have been in her late 20s. A slender body with an equally thin face that outlined bright blue eyes. Her long blonde hair had been pulled back and wrapped into a bun at the nape of her neck. She smiled sweetly and blinked her eyes at him. Her perfume was a soft powdery scent.

"What room is Remy LeBeau in?" Logan sighed and asked.

A doctor near by overheard the question and came to stand beside the nurse. "I'm Doctor Price.
Are you his father?" The young man asked, as he glanced up from a few files he had been holding and going over. He looked at Logan and raised an eyebrow at the older man's somewhat aggrivated expression.

"Somethin like that. Yer the doc that called me?" Logan asked and took a step back from the counter.

The doctor nodded at him. "Come with me. He's down the hall." Price waved his hand and led Logan past the nurse's station, and down a long hall to the left. "I have to say, for as slender as he is, I've never known anyone to live through what he was dealt. Compound fractures in both arms, scrapes, bruises, broken ribs. And this was before the car collided with a tree." The doctor stopped at the fifth door, to the left of them and turned toward Logan. Looking through the small square window on the door, Price stopped Logan from going in. "Mister Logan, when he was brought in, he was bleeding from the rectum and had multiple syringe marks on his arms. We had to restrain him to treat his wounds, however we also had to use a mild relaxant to calm him down. He seemed to want us to release him before we admitted him. I've seen quite a few things in my 9 years of practicing, but this is the worst form of--" Price stopped as Logan started to say something.

"Just Logan. When can I take him home?" Logan corrected and then focused his attention to the sleeping figure, inside the room.

"I would like to keep him here overnight, for observation. If he is feeling better, you may take him home in the morning." The doctor looked through the window and then back to his files as he excused himself from Logan.

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Remy had opened his eyes and looked about himself. He was still in his wrist and ankle restraints, and his clothes had been removed and replaced with a white hospital gown that seemed too big. Remy's back was propped up at an angle, by pillows, for comfort and support. His hairband had been broken in the mishap that placed him at the hospital. He groaned as he shifted his legs and arms. Turning his head to the left, he noticed Logan standing at the door, talking to the doctor. Remy sighed and turned his head back to the right and stared at the drawn curtains over the square window. He shuttered as he heard the door open and footsteps.

Logan came to stand on the left side of the bed and move a stray lock of hair from Remy's cheek. "Hey, kid. I thought we agreed you weren't goin there unless I was with ya?" Logan surveyed the black and blue spots along with the scrapes that littered the boy's arms and legs. "What happened, Rem? Look, I don't expect you to just open up and pour yer heart out when I ask, but I do expect you to look at me when I'm talking to you." He raised his voice just loud enough and threateningly, to make Remy jump and immediately turn his head and stare at Logan.

"We go home now, M'sieur? Don' wan' t' stay here. Please, Logan, I go home wit' you?" Remy pleaded in an exhausted whisper.

"Nope. Doc says ya gotta stay here til mornin. Give ya plenty of time to think about how yer gonna explain what happened, to me." Logan waved a hand at the kid's barely covered body. He walked around the bed and fixed the wool blanket to cover Remy's arms and legs.

Remy watched him. "No, sil vous plait, Logan. We go home, I tell y' all 'bout it, oui. Don' leave me 'ere, cher. I beg y'. De cuffs, dey itch, an' Remy can' scratch dem. Lonely 'ere, mon cher. Y' stay, wit' me?" Remy pleaded and trembled again, as Logan came around to the other side of him and rubbed his thumb lightly against his bruise on the left corner of his mouth. He winced at the touch to the good-sized bruise.

"If you're a good boy, I might ask the nurse to remove the restraints, before I leave. But, you need to start talking to me, Rem. Why didn't ya blast 'em? I know your temper, too. Why'd ya let 'em do this to ya?" Logan noticed the small patch of scrapes just below Remy's hairline, on the right side
of his forehead. He moved the hair from over the spot and examined it.

"Remy promise, cher." Remy was becoming near frantic. He wanted to go home, and it upset him tha he wasn't able to even move without being told no. He squirmed in his bonds as best as he could, but was unable to move more than a few inches in any direction.

"Then answer my question. Why didn't ya blast 'em?" Logan tapped Remy's hand as he noticed the squirming. He hated seeing the kid restrained, but he had no choice if he wanted to keep Remy
from harming himself more.

Remy turned his head away. He closed his eyes and took a breath. "T'morrow, cher. I'll explain t'morrow." He groaned and shifted, uncomfortably, in his restraints. They itched and he wanted them off, so bad, but he couldn't reach the locks.

"No. Tell me now. Ya better start talkin to me, boy." Logan placed a hand on Remy's right
shoulder and looked at him. His tone was firm, yet soft and low.

Remy sighed. "De last time Remy use his power 'gainst Michel, got a bea'in. Nev'r got de chance wit' de two guar's. Dey drove Remy t' dis place, by de river, and do awful t'ings t' him." Remy's voice got smaller and smaller as tears threatened to fall. "Den dey t'row 'im into de car, and sen' it down de hill. Hit de tree. Y' take dem off, now, cher? Remy be so good." He forced a small smile and then yawned.

Logan was silent for a long moment. "I'll tell the nurse. You need to get some rest, and I'll be back for ya in the mornin. OK?" He patted Remy's shoulder as the boy nodded, sleepily.

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The next morning, Logan was up, dressed, and on his way to the hospital. A bag of clothing sat next to him, on the backseat of the taxicab. It was 7AM when he had left the house, Logan
couldn't wait any longer. He had been up for most of the night, pacing, and punching at the walls with anger at the thought of Remy's condition.

As the taxi pulled up to the building, Logan spotted the two police cars, and growled in annoyance as he knew what they were here for. He brushed past the small crowd in the lobby and signed himself in to visit Remy.

The nurse nodded and warned him about the officers who happened to be visiting Remy, already. He nodded to her and made his way down the hall.

When he came to the doorway, he stopped and listened to the two detectives as they questioned Remy. He smirked as they began to get irritated with him for not answering the questions. He knew exactly why Remy didn't want to talk to them, and for once, he didn't blame him. Leaning on the frame, with his arms folded over his chest, and the bag of clothes in his right hand, Logan smiled
as Remy acknowledged him out of the corner of his eye.

"I'll ask again. What were the names of the two men that did this?" A detective in his mid-thirties asked Remy. He had been standing at the end of the bed, writing notes in his notebook and becoming slightly annoyed with the youth. His sandy blond, shoulder-length hair and slightly
smaller height were the only two differences between he and Remy. His partner, on the other hand, was the exact opposite.

"Maybe he doesn't know their names. He forgot to ask as they were beatin on him." Logan pushed off of the frame and came to stand next to Remy's left side of the bed. He sized the two trench-coated detectives up and down before answering the birage of questions they fired at him.

The detective that now stood beside Logan, was a taller and older man than the first. He was slightly rounder in shape and had shorter, well-groomed grey hair. He looked at Logan before
asking his question. "You the boy's keeper?"

"Today. Now, if you'll excuse us, I gotta get him dressed and take him home. Taxi's waitin." Logan huffed.

The younger detective passed Logan a card with their precinct number and a name, on it. "If he suddenly feels like talkin, we'll be there. Have a nice day, gents." He smiled and waved his partner out of the room, closing the door behind them as they left.

Logan watched them leave, before turning back to Remy and helping him to sit up. "Here." He handed Remy the bag of clothes. Logan turned around and went to move a cloth divider in front of the door, for privacy. Helping Remy dress, he apologised for not being with Remy to protect him from what had happened. "Stay there. I'll get the doc to release you."

"Okay." Remy finished buttoning his white dress shirt and yawned. It hurt to move. He winced at every adjustment in position, and fought back the tears from sitting too long. It hurt, and he just wanted to go home. He knew that he'd eventually have to fess up to the events that had transpired the day before, but they were fuzzy even to him. He didn't remember being dragged to his own car. Or, tossed onto the backseat like a ragdoll, or being driven to the outskirts of the town, raped and beaten and then forced to have an accident. So, how was he going to explain it to Logan, when he couldn't recall the most vital parts?

When Logan came back, the doctor was with him. They talked about Remy, to Remy, and then signed the release papers. Logan was given a perscription to help ease Remy's pain, which his folded and stuffed into his shirt pocket.

A wheelchair was brought and they were escorted to the taxi by an orderly.

Logan picked Remy up carefully, and set him into the backseat. He turned around and thanked the orderly for the wheelchair, and then walked around to the other side of the taxi. He opened the door and climbed in. Telling the driver where to go, he shut the door and glanced at Remy.

Remy had rest his head against Logan's right shoulder and closed his eyes for a small nap. Between the doctors and nurses waking him every two hours, he hadn't been able to get decent rest. He was glad to be free of the restraints and the doctors. Though, he wasn't sure he was glad to go from
one prison, into another; with Logan.
 
 
 

To Be Continued.........