Title: The Bridge

Author: Russian Girl

Beta: Psycho

Archive: yeah, just let me know where

Disclamer: Marvel’s characters. My plot.

Category: Remy/Logan/Creed

Rating: will be NC-17

Summary:Remy and Logan have their bodies reverced...

Part 1

The tall man dressed in black crossed the hall and started to the

door of the exhibition hall. Whether the security men were on their

work place they might be interested in what this man was doing here in

the middle of the night. But they were very busy watching the

football match in their small room near the entrance.

"The Masterpieces of the World Jeweler’s Art", was written on the

poster near the door. The man in black touched the lock with his

index finger which was glowing red for a short second. "Crack", the

lock said. The man - the thief, it was clear now - opened the door

and entered the dark room. There were the bulb lit show-cases with

the jewelries. The things in the show-cases looked invaluable even

for inexperienced man.

But only one of them attracted the thief. The show-case in the

center of the room was illuminated a bit brighter than others.

The beautiful necklace was there. The thief glanced at the wires of

the security system, them pressed one of them with his glowing index

finger and thumb. The small red bulb of the security system switched

off. The man rose the glass and fingered the stones of the necklace.

The cold steel of the muzzle of the gun touched his temple. The lights

were up. The policemen were around him.

"Oops", the thief said under his breath.

"Here ya are", the rough voice said. By the corner of his eye the

thief saw a short dark-haired man. The man moved into his space of

view.

"The famous thief Remy LeBeau, codename Gambit, elusive LeBeau!" The

man grinned.

"Dink it's useless t' say it's not me", the thief grinned back. "An’

what 'bout y'r name?"

The man paused.

"Logan", he said in the end.

"Glad t' meet y'."

Next moment LeBeau caught the hand of the policeman who kept him on a

gun point and threw him on the floor. Then he grabbed the necklace

and ran away from the room before the cops could do something.

Two policemen in the hallway tried to take their gun but LeBeau was

quicker. He got the card from his pocket and threw it onto the

floor in front of them, his hand and the card glowing red. When the

card reached the floor it exploded as a bomb. Remy ran into the

elevator and pressed the button.

The doors opened on the ground floor. But there were cops and

security there, and all of them turned their heads to LeBeau. Remy

pressed the button again sending the elevator to the roof.

It was a stormy night. Remy's feet slid on the wet surface of the

roof while he was running to the helicopter. (He noticed it before and

remembered as a possible way to escape.) He was only in a few steps

from the helicopter when the short man - Logan - appeared in front of

him. He grinned. "Elusive LeBeau wants ta prove his nickname?", he

said. Remy looked around: nobody was here, just he and this cop. He

reached the card but the cop made a one big jump and knocked it out

from his hand. They fell onto a floor and rolled beating and kicking

each other.

The short man was heavier and stronger but Remy was agiler. Once he

managed to escape but the cop demonstrated his secret weapon. Three

metallic claws unsheathed from the back of his hand and pierced

LeBeau's coat. The thief fell again and found himself laying on his

back beneath the cop, his hands and legs pressed to the floor, the

claws ready to cut his throat. He couldn't move without the cop's

permission.

"Hey, y'", he hissed after a few seconds. "Y'r going t’ spend de rest

o’ de night in dis position? I not wan' t' catch a cold."

Logan shook his head and began to rose holding the thief's hands

with one his hand. LeBeau squirmed, and he unsheathed his claws again.

The bright light blinded him. Turning his head to this side he saw

that the electric wire was torn by the wind and now was falling onto

the roof.

"What the hell..." he said before the wire touched the wet surface.

* * *

Remy opened his eyes and closed them again because of too bright

light of the bulbs. After a second or two he rose his eyelids a bit.

Through the lashes he could see the room, definitely the ward with

white walls and furniture.

Then he found that he *smell* the room. The smells of medicine,

metal, even fresh sterilized blankets touched his nostrils and then

went away. ~What had happened?~ he thought. It felt very strange: his

sense of smell was now as acute as dog's. A moment later he figured

out what else was unusual: his powers which were always with him were

gone now.

He was afraid. Even when he was wearing the neutralizing collar he

felt his powers somewhere in the deepest part of him. But now... In

any case he touched his neck. His fingers found rough skin, not his

own. Rising to his cheek, they discovered whiskers and strong jaw.

Remy opened his eyes and stared at his hands... they could be hardly

called 'his'. The strong tanned arms, the broad palms, the thick

fingers. He clenched them into fists to make sure it was really the

hands he felt as 'his'. "Sshheath" - three metal claws appeared on

each of those alien hands. Remy slowly relaxed the muscles, then

tensed them again and again relaxed. The claws were in and out and

in.

He jumped out of the bed and ran to the bathroom. The alien face

stared at him from the mirror with the steel-blue eyes. The face of

short dark-haired policeman - what's his name? - yeah, Logan.

* * *

Logan awoke because somebody slapped him. Very rude. He opened his

eyes. The man in the white robe rose his hand for other slap. Another

man noticed Logan was awaken and stopped him.

"How are you?" he asked.

"Not bad", Logan answered after a pause and didn't recognize his

voice. It was higher and... it just wasn't his. He cleared his

throat. Something tightened his neck. He rose his hand to learn what

it was and found out two things. First, his hands were cuffed in

front of him. Second, they weren't his. Pale hands with narrow wrists

and long elegant fingers.

"Why are you staring so?", the man asked. "Never saw your hands, eh?

Get up and go."

Logan obeyed but he was like hypnotized. The strands of red hair fell

on his shoulders. When they came to a door the glass in it reflected

the tall young man with cuffed hands and with the collar on his neck.

Logan understood that it was he.

Cold fingers of horror touched his soul. He said to them to go

away but they refused to obey.

Part 2

~Calm down, Remy. Calm down.~ Remy sank on the bed and wrapped 'his'

hands around himself. ~Y' can' change de situation so let's look fer

it's pluses. Firstly, Gambit's a cop now. It means he is free. An’

he has some time t’ t'ink over what t’ do...~

Remy stared at his new hands again, then examined his entire body.

~Ok, boy, de whole t'ing isn't de best, but... y' could awoke in

child's body 'r even dog's as 't was in dat film... In any way,

Gambit's tired o’ de hospitals. Let's go for a walk!~

He found the clothes on the chair - most flannel - and dressed, then

looked out to the hallway: there was nobody there, only millions of

different new smells. He shook his head and sat down into a chair to

get used to that new feeling. After a while he felt himself well

enough to go.

He reached the stairs and headed down when somebody called him,

"Logan!" It took few seconds for him to remember that it's his name

now. He turned and looked at the tall man with the brown hair.

"Logan! Where are you going?" the man asked.

Remy considered feverishly. ~No doubt dis man knows Logan; but how

well? Where dey colleagues, acquaintances 'r friends? And f'r de

beginning, what's his name?~

The young red-haired women helped him with the last point. She ran out

from the hallway where Remy's ward was situated and screamed, "Scott!

Where is Logan? The nurse said he's unconscious but the ward is

empty..." That moment she noticed Remy/Logan. "Oh... Logan, are you

all right?"

"Yup", Remy answered. ~One problem gone - de other appeared... Who

is dis women? Gambit hopes she isn't Logan's girlfriend... She's

pretty but de common memories an’ stuff like dat...~

"I'm not sure," Scott examined him from head to toe. "You've got the

current-blow, you've been dead for more than a minute, you've been

awaken only ten minutes ago, 'cause I've visited you and you were

sleeping - and now you say you're all right and go somewhere? I

think you have to stay in the hospital for sometime."

"I don' dink so... Scott", Remy answered and mentally kicked himself:

Logan didn't have the Cajun accent!

"Scott is right," the women said.

"I don't want to stay here," Remy objected, speaking without accent.

"I feel good. I prefer to rest at home."

"You're a stubborn ass, Logan", Scott sighed. "But ok, yet I'll drive

you myself. And don't even try to say 'no'," he added when Remy

opened his mouth to object. "Bye Jeannie sweetheart," he kissed the

women goodbye and started downstairs.

~So her name’s Jean, and she's Scott's girlfriend,~ Remy thought on

their way to the garage, ~Gambit must behave like Logan t' figure out

what had happened wid him... If Gambit ‘s in dis cop's body - where

can be de cop? De most reasonable version is...~

"How is the thief?" he asked Scott when they where driving from the

parking.

"LeBeau? It was a great work, Logan, my congratulations! The doctors

said his life is out of danger, and there were some men from FBI,

they took him somewhere. They said this LeBeau is a great tricker so

it would be better to put him to the hospital in the prison, other

way he can escape."

~De first t'ing is t' know if LeBeau is awaken. If he is... It means

dat de cop is in my body. And I want t' get it back. So I have t'

look for de ways... Merde, but if dere is FBI, de Interpol can

appear on de stage! Dey're interested in getting Gambit. It can be

difficult t' escape from dem. And what if dis Logan tries t' prove

dat he is he? Dat he is de policeman Logan, but not de t'ief Gambit?

Dey will put him t' de mental hospital...~

Scott mentioned the expression of disappointment on Remy's face.

"What's up?"

"Those Feds..." Remy quickly found an explanation. "The police does

all the dirty work and they come and get all the glory."

"We just do our work", Scott shruged.

* * *

~May be, I'm sleepin'..." Logan thought while following the men. "No,

'tis not a dream. But it's more unbelievable than any dream I have

ever seen! Like I'm in some fantastic book or film..."

That time they came to the other hallway and Logan found that he knew

this place. And he didn't like it. It was the prison for "special"

captives. For the most wanted... and for the "dangerous" mutants. He

had visited the prison one or two time, and all things he had seen

and had heard were unpleasant. Especially the stories about how the

captors treated the prisoners.

~Shit... I have a good chance ta stay here fer a veeery long time. If

I tell them that I'm a cop an' all this reincarnation story...

They'll take me as insane. So it's better ta wait an' ta look fer

the way ta contact ta Scott an' Jean. They must believe me...~

They passed few hallways and entered the large room. It was dark,

only the lamp on the table was lit, and the face of the man sitting

there was in the shadows. Logan tried to sniff as he was in a habit

of but his sense of smell was now weak.

"So you are Remy LeBeau," the man at the table said not asking but

affirming.

"Think 'tis useless ta say 'tis not me," Logan answered with a mental

grin: he had already heard these words...

"I've heard a lot about you, mr.Lebeau." The man paused waiting for

the reaction. Logan stared into the darkness where, on his

supposition, the eyes of the man were, with the calm expression on

his face and kept silence.

"I know that you are a businessman, mr.Lebeau", the man said in the

end. "I don't want to waste the time. I offer you a deal. I know that

the theft in "A&K" is your work. Don't object, I know it exactly. I

think it was an occasion that you took a small diskett along with the

documents you had to. An unpleasant occasion for "A&K", but very

pleasant one for me. So the deal is: I get the diskette - you get the

freedom and some sum of money. What sum it will be, we'll discuss.

What is your opinion about it?"

"Very intrestin' supposition," Logan answered thoughtfully. "But...

Don't want ta dissapoint ya yet I don't know what y're speakin'

'bout." ~The funniest thin' is that 'tis true...~

"Mr.Lebeau, you must not to play with me," the man said with the

polite threat in his voice.

"I'm not playin' with ya," Logan answered with his usual growing. But

the familiar sound refused to born in this throat, and his voice

fell into weak hissing.

"Hope you aren't. Please listen to me once again: I *know* that you

have the diskette. I want it. And I'll get it. The way I offer you is

good for you. I have other variantes. I'm not sure that you'll like

it."

"Now ya list'n ta me. I - know - nothin' - 'bout - the ' diskette."

>

"Is it your last word?"

"Yes."

"You have chosen... Victor!"

The other man appeared from the darkness, huge and blonde. The

cat-like eyes were glowing green.

"Hey boy", he said grinning. "I've told ya wanted ta play?"