To Logan the last six hours seemed like days. The happy night he spent with Remy at Harry's and racing, seemed a distant memory. He sat on the back porch smoking a cigar and drinking, what he thought, was his sixth beer. He sat thinking over the night, letting things sink in. During the conversations, and arguments, there was so much going on, his mind didn't have time to register most of it.

Jean had kicked them all out of the room after explaining what she knew. Remy would have to tell them more when he woke. She said the first few days would be the hardest on Remy, and it would be best that he wasn't surrounded by people until things settled a bit. He would get assaulted with the memories again when he wakes, but she would be there to do what she could. After the storm settles and his mind adjusted to the new memories it would be a slow process of remembrance until the events placed themselves in order. She had promised to keep them updated.

Knowing that the memories were most likely Remy's lost childhood scared him. The Cajun once told him he couldn't remember his parents, where he came from, or any family, but was sure he was better off without the knowledge. It worried him to know that something so traumatic had now come to haunt his friend.

It also pissed off the Canadian to know how it started. Just that night at Harry's, Remy had spilled his guts about the relationship between him and Bobby. Of course he had a couple too many shots of whiskey, but Logan still listened, like he always did. Through the drunken slurred rantings, he caught the bottom line. The Cajun wasn't sure Bobby cared about him, and he was moving too fast. Remy wanted to make sure there was something there before he slept with Bobby. Then not a couple hours later this whole nightmare started. Bobby may not have forced Remy, but he was sure Bobby pressured him. Jean was sure that was the trigger. The flashes she received showed Remy lead a very abusive young life. She was not sure how bad it got, but the lack of control Remy felt was the trigger, she was sure of it.

All he knew was this was going to be devastating to Remy. He just hoped the family was up to it. Remy was going to need them more then anything.

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"Robert, may I come in?" Hank knocked lightly on the door. Jean had sent him up to talk to his friend. She seemed concerned about his reaction to Remy's breakdown, and personally so was he. Bobby could not get out of the room fast enough it seemed. Once Jean had explained everything he left without saying a word.

"Yea, the doors unlocked."

Hank stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. "I came to see how you were Robert. You seemed to leave quite abruptly. Are you alright?"

Bobby didn't move from his seat on the edge of the bed. "I'm not sure Hank. All this happened so fast. I don't know what to think."

"That is understandable, my friend. This was very unexpected." Hank pulled a chair closer to his friend, and took a seat. "Would you like to talk about it?"

Bobby took a deep breath and licked his lips. He could use some advice, he admitted to himself. "I just feel in the way."

"In the way?" This was not what Hank expected.

"Yea, I don't know how to explain it. I thought I knew Remy, or was on the way to knowing him. In one night's time I found out I know nothing! Hell, Logan knew more then me! That's another thing, Logan. He's so worried about Remy that he keeps turning everything around on me. It's just frustrating."

"Robert, I understand this is confusing, to Remy and yourself, but he will need support. Someone to talk to. I am sure you would be that person."

Bobby snorted. "Remy isn't going to talk to me. I don't know much more about him now, then I did before we started dating. When he wants to talk he goes to Logan or Ororo. I think I'm better off just staying out of the whole thing."

Hank shook his head. He thought he would be a little more supportive. "Robert, may I ask, do you love Remy?"

Robert looked his friend in the eye for the first time since he walked in the room. "I don't know Hank. I thought there was something there, but this is a lot to take on. I don't know if I can handle this much. When I started dating Remy it was fun. We did things together that I hadn't ever done, but it just not like that anymore. This whole repressed memory thing..."

"It is not fun. Relationships are not always fun Robert. They are work. I understand if you were not walking into this relationship expecting this kind of trauma to surface. I just ask that you be careful with Remy right now. If you do decide to end your liaisons with Remy, I would prefer you talk to Jean first. I do not want you to worsen the situation."

"I don't know, I think maybe I will just keep some distance for a day or two, think about it."

Hank stood and sighed deeply. "I would ask that you talk to Remy as soon as you can. He will probably be wanting your support through this. When you abandon him he may believe he is at fault. If you want to end this Robert, I suggest you do it soon. Do not lead Remy on with false hopes."

"Alright Hank, I'll talk to him soon. I just need to think."

Hank nodded and left his friend to think. Once in the hall he frowned. Every time he thought Bobby had grown up, he would show his immaturity again. He knew this was going to hit Remy very hard, even if there were no love between them. He could not blame Bobby for not wanting to take on such a challenge. Especially if the relationship was just in 'fun'. He still could not help but think it was very selfish on Bobby's part.

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Jean sat against the headboard of Remy's four poster bed. Remy's head was laying in her lap as he silently slept. She was absent-mindedly stroking Remy's hair as she thought. She knew Remy should not wake for awhile, but she did not want to leave his side. Many of her team mates knew how motherly should could become when a family member was in need, especially the earlier members. Seeing Remy curled in the corner frightened and alone triggered that instinct. She vowed then not to leave him, she would see him through to the end. He was going to need all the support he could get if the memories got any worse then what she witnessed.

She worried about the support he would receive from the team. There were several members that still shunned him for the massacre, they may tolerate him during missions, but not in his personal life. Ororo, probably the one person that could help him the most, happened to be gone and would not return for several weeks. Then there was Logan and Bobby.

She had opened her mind completely when Remy began broadcasting, hoping to catch more of the memories. This caused her to pick up the thoughts of those around her as well. What she picked up from the two men surprised her. They seemed to have switched roles. She expected Bobby to be more concerned and worried for Remy. It surprised her to catch him thinking about leaving, that it was too much for him to deal with. Logan on the other hand was being very protective. Wanting to know what was happening, how to help. She almost had to physically remove him from the room when she was done explaining. Finally promising to give him normal updates on Remy's condition convinced him to leave. She had asked Hank to talk to Bobby. She wanted to be prepared if this was too much for Bobby to handle.

Then Scott. She decided earlier in the evening she needed to tell her husband what had happened. Explain that she was staying with Remy until the trauma was worked out. This would mean she would have to keep their link closed for a while, so she could concentrate on Remy. She hated to close the link completely, especially now that Scott's nightmares had began again suddenly, but she had to. All her energy needed to go to Remy now. She knew Scott would be angry about the turn of events, but she hoped Scott would understand and agree to help Remy. Scott's teenage years seemed to mirror Remy's repressed memories, and he would understand Remy's trauma more then anyone. She never understood why her husband disliked Remy so much. He was always so much harder on him then anyone else on the team. When she would ask his reasoning behind it he would always say he expected more from Remy. She would just shake her head and write it off as one of Scott's many odd habits. She glanced at the clock and decided to wake Scott up and explain. She needed to get this out of the way before Remy woke.

~Scott?~

~Jean?~

Jean could tell Scott had been asleep and was now searching for her. ~Honey, I am in Remy's room.~

~Remy's room? What are you doing in his room?~

Jean rubbed her temples. ~There is no need to yell Scott! Remy had a breakdown tonight. Some repressed memories have broken loose in his mind. He will need my help sorting it out.~

~So you are staying there? Can't the professor help him?~

Jean cringed at the slight anger and jealousy dripping down the link. ~Remy is not comfortable with the Professor. I think having any man in here right now would be a bad idea.~

~Why?~

Jean felt Remy stirring on her lap. She looked at the clock and frowned, he was suppose to sleep for at least another hour. Hank had mentioned that drugs worked differently with Remy, and his sleep may differ due to it. ~Scott I must shut down the link for awhile to help Remy. He is waking and he will be upset. I must go...~

Jean was suddenly hit with broadcasted memories just like before. Faces, places, and events hitting her in no order or clarity. She shut the link down with Scott and tried to reach into Remy's to sooth him, but even in Remy's tormented state his shields were too strong. She was suddenly brought out of her concentration by a loud wail. Remy leapt off her lap, sitting upright in the bed. He grabbed the sides of his head and screamed.

Remy couldn't bare the pain. He couldn't think straight. It was like being caught in a nightmare that you couldn't wake up from. People and places, that he didn't recognize, ripped through his head like a sick slide show. His head pounded, he felt like he was going to explode. He opened his eyes wide, hoping it would stop the storm raging in his mind. His eyes locked with Jean who was straddling his hips trying to talk to him, but he couldn't make out the words. What is happening? Why won't it stop? Jean is a telepath, is she doing this to me? Why won't she stop it? He could feel his body tremble, the tears running down his face. He finally opened his eyes, not realizing he had even closed them again. He looked at the red-head. "Please, make this stop!"

Jean cried in sympathy for Remy. She could see the pain he was in. She would see small fragments of the memories that he would occasionally broadcast. There was nothing she could do, this had to run it's course. She pulled him to her chest and rocked him slowly, letting him know she was there. She just hoped it would be over soon, and the healing could begin. She held him until the trembling became less, rubbing Remy's back in small circles until she was sure it was over. She still felt the tears seeping through her thin night shirt. "It is over, Remy. I am sorry I could not stop it, it was something your mind had to do."

Remy pulled away from Jean and wiped his eyes. "What's happening Jean? Am I going crazy?"

Jean shook her head."No, you are not going crazy. Your mind is trying to make you remember, and you are not ready yet. What just happened was repressed memories trying to sort themselves into your mind. They may not make sense now, but you will remember them slowly, piece by piece, like a puzzle. You will work the frame and then work on the details, until the picture is complete. Do you understand?"

"Non! What if I don't want to remember? What if there is a reason they were repressed? Can't you just take them away, lock them away again? Please! I don't want them!" Remy closed his eyes again tightly when his head began to throb. This was to much! Why now? Why him?

Jean massaged Remy's temples. This was going to be difficult. "I am sorry Remy, I cannot repress them again. Your mind can only do that on it's own. Your mind decided to lock away these memories to protect you, now it has released them knowing you are strong enough to work through them. It will be alright, I will explain how this is going to work. I will help you through it, but you have to help me, help you. If you remember something I want you to share it with me. Don't hide it away again. I won't lie to you, I know these memories will be hard to remember, but we will work through them together. You have support, I will be here, and Logan is about to go crazy with worry, Hank and Bobby as well. You need to trust us as a family to help you. Do not push us away."

Remy knew there was no way out of this. He wasn't sure what was locked away in his head, but it was obvious everyone in the mansion was going to find out. His normal stubborness felt like he should be angry about the intrusion, this should be private. Truthfully, he was scared, and it gave him a little piece of mind that he had support in this. "Alright, how does this work? Do you have to go into my mind?"

Jean smiled weakly. Happy that Remy was not fighting her, it would make it easier. "No. This has to run it's course naturally. I will not enter your mind unless it is necessary. We will start with triggering. Basically I will ask you questions and you will try to answer them. Your mind will begin the process of opening those memories to you. Once they start taking there place they will come to you easier. They will surface in dreams, in your daily thoughts, other things may trigger the memories as well. This will be a very tiring process at first. It is best that you stay in bed and rest for the next few days, they will be the worst. Your mind will have to work hard to except new memories. You will be sleeping a great deal."

Remy yawned. "When do we start?"

"It is still early morning. Why don't you go back to sleep, I will update the others. We will start when you wake? Sound good?"

"I'm scared Jean." Remy admitted.

Jean brushed her hand over his forehead. "I know honey, so am I."

TBC