Logan had a headache. He never got headaches! Waking
at the crack of dawn wasn’t so bad but the kid
bouncing around the room singing at the top of his
lungs M-I C-K-E-Y…M-O-U-S-E! It really gave him a
sinking feeling about where the next seven days were
headed. He glanced over to his right and despite
everything that had happened so far he had to smile;
Remy was practically vibrating in his seat. " Relax
kid, you’re gonna hurt yerself."

Remy turned from the small window on the plane and
beamed at him, " I can’ help it! We’re goin’ t’ Disney
World!"

Logan shook his head and chuckled, of all the places
on the planet he could have picked, the kid picked
Disney World for their vacation. He cringed at the
thought of all the dorky cartoon characters and the
sappy songs. They could be relaxing on a private
beach! They could be snuggled up in a tiny cabin in
the mountains! They could be locked in a five star
hotel in Vegas! No…they were going to the kiddy
capital of the world…GOD. " We can still get off the
plane, it’s not too late t’ change yer mind." He knew
it was hopeless but he had to try.

" Non!" Remy blushed a bit and rested his hand on
Logan’s knee trying not to draw too much attention to
them," I know y’ think it’s dumb but I always wanted
t’ go. Please, I went campin’ last time an’ I didn’
complain at all."

That was true. The last vacation they took together
had them deep in the mountains of Tennessee in a tiny
cabin with no electricity, no plumbing, and no
neighbors for fifty miles…in other words Heaven for
Logan. Remy had been a trooper, he tried fishing, he
adapted well to running behind a tree to answer
nature’s call and he even survived no phone, TV,
radio, and Internet. Logan was amazed; the boy was
even more glorious out in nature. Every night he would
huddle close to Logan and listen to all the sounds of
the night. Every once in a while he would jump and
Logan would rub his soft back reassuringly and tell
him what he was hearing; a wolf or an owl or a deer,
and Remy would relax again and eventually fall to
sleep in the shelter of his arms. Remy was truly a
city boy, wild or not, and since he was such a good
sport about the mountains Logan promised he could pick
the next vacation…HUGE mistake!

Airport security was always a pain. It wasn’t that
they had a problem with mutants but a 5’7" man with
300 lbs. of adamantium covering his skeleton, well…
There was a family of five in the row behind them and
the five year old; his name was Tommy…EVERYONE knew
his name within the first two minutes of their
boarding the plane.
"Tommy sit down!"
"Tommy stop kicking that nice man’s seat!"
"Tommy don’t touch that!"
Now Tommy was singing that same blasted song the kid
had been singing at four in the morning!

" Ooo, Logan, they’re goin’ t’ Disney too! M-O-U-S-E!"
Remy finished along with the now giggling tot. Remy
leaned back over the seat, " ‘M Remy, I’m goin’ t’
Disney World too!"

Logan covered his eyes with his hands as the song
began again this time including the other six children
on the flight…"Where’s Magneto when ya need him," he
whispered as the pilot turned on the No Smoking and
Seatbelt signs and they began to taxi to the runway.

The flight could have been, no, WOULD have been
intolerable if Remy, and a very frazzled flight
attendant named Wanda, hadn’t gathered the children
(with the approval of ALL on board) into the last
three rows and kept them busy with card tricks and
cartons of milk. When Remy rejoined his lover
forty-five minutes later he gave him a quick kiss and
whispered, " they’ll be quieter now."

*****

The hotel was nice; he had to admit, if you just
ignored the eight-foot tall dog in the stupid hat and
the duck in the sailor suit. He knew their names but
got some sort of perverted pleasure out of torturing
the kid by calling them the wrong thing. Remy would
have none of that, he had apparently been planning
this trip for the better part of his twenty-four years
and he was going to enjoy himself, damn it!
" Non, that’s Donal’ duck NOT Daffy! Come on Cher, I
tell y’ again. Th’ dog with th’ hat is Goofy, th’
duck’s Donal’ and I know y’ have t’ remember the
mouse…"

" Ben?"

Non! Mickey! Unless it’s wearin’ polka-dots an’ got a
bow, then it’s Minnie." He stopped the lecture when he
noticed the corners of his lover’s mouth twitch,
" Logan!" he whined as he wrapped his arms around the
older man and spun him around, " Stop makin’ fun o’
me!"

Logan had the incredible urge to pull him into a tight
hug, God he was wonderful like this! The color had
returned to his beautiful face and his eyes were
dancing. There were gold and bronze highlights shining
in his dark red hair and a splash of freckles across
his nose. He hated the word that popped into his head
but it was the only one that fit; adorable, Remy was
adorable. He never looked more stunning. Logan just
stared at him a moment, memorizing the look on his
face and storing it in his heart. This was the real
Remy, not the dangerous man the X-Men knew. THIS was
Remy, smiling and starry eyed and full of innocent
wonder. At this moment he never wanted to go back to
New York. He never wanted to see his young lover hide
behind that impenetrable mask he always wore again. He
couldn’t fight the urge any longer and pulled the boy
into a convenient elevator and hit the button for the
top floor.

" Where we-" The question was swallowed as Logan
kissed him deeply. By the time it ended Remy was lucky
he could remember his own name. The doors opened and
they stepped around Pluto and headed to their room.
Epcot would be less crowded later in the day anyway.

*****

The vacation flew by and without even realizing it
Logan began to relax. They strolled through the huge
rambling parks stopping when something caught Remy’s
eye or peaked his interest. Logan had been worried
that the crowds and the noise would play havoc with
his hypersensitive hearing or his lover’s empathy and
spatial-awareness but he was pleasantly surprised.

They strolled slowly through the World Showcase at
Epcot on their last day. It was a representation of
different countries and cultures from around the
world. France, Norway, Canada, the UK, Morocco, Italy,
Germany, China, Mexico and Japan. Logan chuckled and
watched as Remy flirted in flawless German with a
young girl in Germany. They wandered aimlessly from
area to area. To his surprise, Logan found that he was
impressed with the Japanese section. His eyes lit up
with memories as he told Remy stories about the
beautiful country and Remy listened with the same
excitement. Logan never talked about his past because
he was never sure if what he remembered were real or
implanted memories. This was a rare opportunity to
learn more about the man who had captured his heart
and soul.

They stood silently on the steps of the Japanese
Pagoda at the end of their last night and watched the
fireworks. He heard a small gasp beside him and turned
to his lover, was there a threat he hadn’t noticed?
The sight, when he turned, literally took his breath
away. Remy was staring up into the brightly lit sky,
he had taken off his shades and his eyes were wide and
bright. His mouth had formed a soft "o" shape and a
single tear made a path down his cheek. When he
finally noticed Logan staring at him he quickly wiped
the tear away.
" Sorry Cher it’s just…" He looked back up at the sky
and made a tiny gesture with his hand when the words
to describe why he was crying escaped him.

Logan wrapped his arms around the younger man not
caring one bit what anyone else thought and pulled him
close in a hug, " It’s okay darlin, I understand. We
never get to see the beautiful things in this big ol’
world, only the ugliness."

Remy leaned back into the solid warmth of his lover,
his eyes never leaving the colorful lights in the sky,
" It’s jus’ that…when I was little I saw this show on
a TV in a window…" He finally met Logan’s eyes,
"W-when I got scared sometimes I’d… I never thought it
would be so…" He gave up on words again and looked
back up at the sky as the final burst of fireworks
faded.

"Was that the first time y’ ever saw fireworks?"

Remy just nodded, still staring up at the sky as the
crowd around them rushed to leave the park. Logan just
held his ground and the young Cajun letting him work
through whatever thoughts were floating around in his
head. He would never admit it to another living soul
but it had been a wonderful vacation. Remy was relaxed
and looked healthier than he had in ages and Logan
couldn’t deny that there was a sort of peace inside
him now. He felt ready to face whatever they walked
back into at home.

*****

" Please Cher?" It was the morning of their departure
and they were having the only disagreement of the
entire trip.

" Darlin’…I’ve done everything you asked, can’t you
just do it on yer own? I‘ll just wait for ya at the
end."

" Non, I need t’ see it with y’."

" Kid…"

" Please Cher? We gotta leave in six hours, please,
for me?" He added the big eyes this time and he could
practically hear his lover’s last wall of defense
crumble.

" I must really love you Cajun."

Remy beamed and gave his lover a loud, sloppy kiss,
" Merci Cher! Love y’ too!" He plopped the mouse ear
hat on his head and slid one onto his lover as he
tugged him toward the line for
It’s a Small World…

"Ya owe me BIG TIME fer this one kiddo…"

*****

Logan stared out the little window on the plane as it
flew through the night back toward New York and
certain mayhem. It was quiet now; Remy was sound
asleep, as was Tommy who just happened to be on their
flight AGAIN. Remy spent nearly an hour talking to the
boy and his siblings about the rides and the different
characters they saw. Logan pulled the blanket up a
little higher on his lover; the freckles brought a
smile to the gruff older man’s face. He made the kid
endure a marathon love making session, drawing out a
separate orgasm for each of the freckles he could
count. It was Remy's "punishment" for making him sit
through that never-ending ride that was STILL ringing
in his ears!

Remy was dreaming, a sweet, soft smile played at the
corners of his lips and Logan felt secretly happy that
HE had been the one to share the place with him. The
kid’s childhood was a living nightmare and he felt
proud that he could be with him, give him some fond,
carefree, memories that he could cherish and think
back on if he wanted to or needed to. He was taking
home a few memories of his own he realized. He leaned
over and kissed the young man gently then fell asleep
to visions of fireworks and his lover’s tanned,
smiling face.

End

Note: Sorry, sorry, sorry! I know it was pure sugary
Hell but I had to get it out of my system so I could
rejoin the real world! Now I can get on with the
laundry and the cooking and the cleaning…