Title: Crucify Me 6/8
Author: Xanax
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Logan/Remy eventually, no specific pairing now
Disclaimer: As much as I wish it weren't true, Logan and Remy aren't
mine; I'm just having a bit of fun. They belong to Marvel, not me.
WARNINGS: Rape and sexual abuse of a child. Don't read this if it
offends you. I've tried not to get too graphic, but it's important
to the story.
Notes: This story is very AU. At the beginning of the story, Remy is
10 years old and living with Bella Donna and her family and has been
for several years. The song lyrics are from "Crucify" by Tori Amos.
Summary: A different sort of story about how Logan and Remy got
together.

~ I've been looking for a savior in these dirty sheets
Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets
I've been raising up my hands
Drive another nail in
Where're those angels
When you need them? ~

Logan lifted Remy's knapsack onto the bed, careful to be as
quiet as possible; he didn't want to wake the boy up. Glancing over
the edge of the bed, Logan smiled. The boy was still sound asleep
just as Logan had left him, cheeks still flushed but sleeping
peacefully.

Moving to the side of the bed to get a better view of the sleeping
boy, Logan took advantage of the boy's slumber to get a better look
at him. Too thin and in need of a bath, to be sure, but beautiful…
angelic with his rosebud lips and long, dark eyelashes. The kid was
going to be a real beauty someday, of that Logan was certain; he just
needed someone to take care of him, and Logan intended to be that
person. First things first though, he needed to get the kid's stuff
unpacked and run a bath, they had a long day ahead of them.

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Returning from the bathroom, Logan knelt on the floor by the
sleeping boy. Tentatively, he reached a hand out and laid it on the
boy's shoulder as softly as possible; he didn't want to scare the
boy. "Wake up, kiddo," he whispered.

Waking with a startled cry, Remy jerked away from Logan's
touch and backed up against the wall, eyes wide with fear and
confusion. Remy was scared, this wasn't his room and this wasn't
Bella Donna. The boy squeezed his eyes shut and pulled his knees up
to his chin, pressing himself tight against the wall.

"It's just me, kid. Remember?" Logan asked softly, not
daring to touch the boy again.

"Non….S'il vous plaît…" Remy cried, tears running down his
cheeks.

"I'm not gonna hurt you, kiddo. Come on now…" Logan
whispered, keeping his distance, and waited for the boy to come to
his senses.

After several long moments, Remy hesitantly opened his eyes,
letting his gaze dart around the room before fixing it on the man
kneeling in front of him. The man seemed familiar, but the boy still
wasn't entirely awake. "…Logan?"

"Yeah, kid, it's me. You okay?"

"J'ai mal au bras…" Remy answered tearfully, his injured arm
held tightly to his stomach.

"I, uh…I don't suppose you speak English do you?" Logan asked
with an apologetic grin.

"Non," Remy answered softly, fighting to keep a smile off of
his face.

"Yeah, yeah…go ahead and laugh. I know I ain't too smart,"
Logan said with a smirk. "I take it you understand it okay?"

Remy fought back a laugh and nodded, a smile playing at the
edges of his lips in spite of the pain he was in.

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"I ran you a bath, kiddo. Thought you might want to get
cleaned up," Logan said as he dug through his duffel bag.

Remy fought down the fear the thought caused him and nodded;
he had to trust this man.

"Here," Logan said, tossing a plaid flannel shirt to the boy
who caught it awkwardly in his good hand, "Since you don't have any
clean clothes you can wear that if you want."

"Merci," Remy answered softly.

"No problem, kid. Now get going," Logan said, jerking his
head in the direction of the bathroom. "Let me know if you need any
help, okay?"

Remy nodded, clutching the shirt to his chest.

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Logan looked up from the TV as Remy reappeared, hair
dripping wet, wearing the shirt Logan had given him unbuttoned over
his ratty jeans, the hem and arms hanging down almost to his
knees. "Go get a dry towel and come here, kid," Logan said, smiling.

Remy returned a moment later, carrying one of the hotel
towels carefully in both hands like a holy relic. Logan took it from
the boy and unfolded it, motioning for the boy to turn around. "Come
on, you're dripping wet. Don't want you catching cold, you're
running a fever as it is."

Letting Logan throw the towel over his head, Remy stood as
still as possible as the other man awkwardly scrubbed at his hair,
almost knocking the boy off his feet. "Okay, turn back around and
let me fix that shirt for you."

"Sorry, kid…I'm not too good at this parenting stuff," Logan
muttered with a laugh as Remy turned to face him, hair sticking up in
every direction in wild clumps.

"Personne n'est parfait," Remy said softly with an answering
smile.

"I think we've both got a lot to learn…" Logan laughed.

TBC

~ TRANSLATIONS ~

1) J'ai mal au bras
My arm hurts.

2) Personne n'est parfait
No one's perfect.