Title: I'd Come For You (inspired by the Nickelback song)

Genre: Romance/Angst/Drama

Pairing: Logan (Wolverine) x Remy (Gambit)

Warnings: Angst. Fluff. Violence. Minor spoilers. Language. Perhaps a lemon in a later chapter…that is to be thought about.

Overall Story Rating: Mature…as are most of my stories. XD

Author's Notes: I had originally thought of this plot about a month back and then I discarded it because I thought it was a bit…unfinished. I couldn't think of anything I could do to improve the plot. But, just recently I thought back on it again and I actually figured out some things that I could do. So, I decided to give this story another try. I have only outlined two chapters thus far, because I am having a bit of trouble outlining the third one. It's hard what to decide to write about in a filler chapter. Oh well, I will figure it out eventually. I was originally thinking about making this an Mpreg story, but I thought that Remy was already going to go through enough hell in this story as it is. Haha. Well, here is the first chapter. As always, please no flames. Positive feedback is much appreciated and loved. Thank you! Enjoy!

I'd Come For You - Chapter One

New York was nothing like Remy had originally thought it out to be.

He'd painted an image of a bustling city and the sidewalks being so crowded that one couldn't make it to their destination without their personal space being violated. Instead, he'd somehow managed to trek end up in what appeared to be the bad side of town. Graffiti littered fences and the walls of buildings, and it wasn't seldom that a cat or some other rodent skittered across the street into an path of trashcans and garbage. Remy had wanted to get out of the neighborhood as fast as he could, but it stretched on for many blocks ahead.

Speaking of transportation methods, every single taxi driver refused to pick him up. He'd attempted to get a lift from one, but as soon as the driver discovered that he was a mutant (which was given away by his eyes), he sped off like a bat out of hell. It didn't really matter too much if he ended up having to sleep on the street tonight. Remy figured he had been through much worse, which was part of the reason why he was even having to rough it these past few weeks. He could count the number of times he's stayed in a hotel with one hand. Most evenings, he found solace in an alleyway or on a park bench.

Now, Remy was slowly making his way down one of the cluttered sidewalks, hands in his pockets; one wrapped firmly around a deck of cards. He didn't like the look of this neighborhood, so there was no way that he was going to trust the people residing in it. Remy was trying to avoid any kind of conflict; he had already been through more shit than anyone could ever imagine back when he was in the Thieves Guild. He was almost thankful he was exiled. The only worry he had was that some of the bastards apart of the Guild would eventually come and find him wherever he was to 'play' with him again like they used to. Remy was powerless against them, and all of their past attacks had left a big imprint on his future. Never again could he trust another human being. Even though the wounds have disappeared, the scars will always be a reminder of the hell he had to live through.

He let out a soft, shaky sigh and advanced on forward down the sidewalk. He hadn't eaten in a while…and he was lucky to occasionally run across an individual (who didn't detest mutants) who would lend him a few bucks to afford a decent meal. But if he was going to die---he promised himself it wouldn't be from starvation. He'd been through too much to allow himself to die from something so simple…so painless. There were days when Remy wished he would die by the hands of another Guild member, just so he could escape it all as soon as he possibly could. However, there was no way THEY would allow that.

By now, Remy was thinking about turning in. That was probably a mistake considering just how dangerous this neighborhood appeared to be. But the tired side of him was ruling over the judgmental side. He was so desperate for sleep at this point that laying amongst cardboard boxes sounded pleasant. Remy continued to walk for another minute or so before he spotted an entrance to yet another alleyway. He removed his hands from his pockets and rubbed his eyes tiredly, yawning. As soon as he hit the ground, he would be out like a light.

Remy turned the corner, his face coming in contact with someone else's back. He inwardly groaned…this was going to be trouble. He was risking his very well being by just being out this late at night out here. The man turned around, and to make matters worse---he wasn't alone. There were two others behind him, equal in size---and that was massive. "Look what we got here. Must be our lucky day." He smirked and grabbed Remy's wrist, yanking him forward, earning a wince in turn. "He's awfully pretty for a man." He commented and nodded approvingly to his fellow gang members. "This is gonna be fun."

Remy's eyes widened slightly and he tried to pry his hand away, but then remembered the deck of cards in his pocket. He went to reach for them, but the man grabbed his other wrist. "What do you think your doing?" He obviously assumed that he had a weapon. Little did he know, it was much more deadly than any gun. "If you don't struggle, this will hurt a lot less."

"Non!" Remy didn't have time to say much else before he was pressed roughly against the brick wall, one of the other men slapping him hard across the face.

"Your gonna have to learn to keep quiet, or we'll make ya." He snickered. He had quite a few objects to stuff Remy's mouth with to silence him. While one man held Remy's arms over his head, one of the others tugged on Remy's belt, eagerly trying to get it off. Remy angled his hips in a more difficult position, growling and narrowing his eyes angrily. He was used to this type of stuff happening to him, so he didn't know why he was bothering to struggle. In the end, these guys were going to get what they wanted and Remy was going to be left even more broken than he already was amongst a heap of trash.

"Encule…" Remy mumbled through clenched teeth, arching against the brick wall to make getting him undressed as difficult as possible. "Get offa me!" Lately, a task such as getting a decent night's sleep was a pain in the ass. Another punch to the face, clearly going to leave a bruise. A whine was torn from the Cajun's lips as the man that wasn't occupied before tore open his shirt and let his hands explore his chest. It was a disgusting…degrading feeling. Having a strangers hands all over your body, touching you in ways that only a lover should.

"Step away from the child."

Four heads snapped in the direction from where the voice came; a woman with white hair. No normal human would be able to pull off that look naturally, so she was obviously a mutant. And no woman in the right mind would challenge three huge men to a brawl---unless she was a mutant. "Take a hike, lady! This is none of your business!"

"Perhaps not…" Her eyes went noticeably white. "But I don't want to have to do this." The sky gradually began to gather dark rain clouds, thunder clapping loudly a few moments later. "It would be wise for you to leave the boy be." A lightening bolt struck awfully close to their current location, all this woman's doing. "That is your warning."

The men growled and shoved Remy back, leaving him to prop himself up against the wall. "Shit, I shoulda known you muties would come after him!" They all took off running down the alley, out of sight within moments.

The woman walked closer to Remy cautiously. "Are you alright?" She asked looking into Remy's red-on-black eyes. Her expression showed nothing but concern, and she was the first person to ever be remotely interested in helping him. It was clear she had nothing but good intentions. "Here, let me help you, child…" She led him over to the car she'd parked a few yards away. Remy was in no position to be arguing. He would do almost anything if it meant getting him out of this hellish neighborhood.

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Back at the Xavier Institute, all was at peace. Most students were tuckered away in their beds; while there was a few that were down in the kitchen sneaking themselves a midnight snack. Not Logan. He was standing on the balcony just outside his bedroom, relishing in the silent night with a good cigar. He had no problem with staying up a little bit later so he could smoke…in no way was he in a hurry to get to sleep. Most nights, he had nightmares…and that was something he felt he could easily live without.

A sigh slipped past his lips, looking out over the front yard. Nothing else was going on that was remotely interesting. Storm had just pulled up in the driveway; he had no idea where she had gone off to. What he wasn't expecting, was to see someone get out of the car after her.

Perhaps this was going to be interesting.

Logan arched a brow and put out his cigar, watching at the two walked to the front entrance, then disappearing from sight. He didn't recognize who was with her, and it was a bit too dark to tell from a far distance anyway. He waited a few moments before leaving his bedroom, only to meet Storm in the hallway, who was now alone. "What'cha bring back with ya this time?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his tone.

Storm looked over in his direction. "Professor Xavier informed me of a mutant in need of my assistance. He was being beaten in an alleyway…and who knows what else. I just sent him off to a room for the night. He looked like he needed some sleep." Meanwhile, the Institute was able to provide the young mutant with shelter, clothing, and food…something that he seemed to have an absence from for a long while.

Logan crossed his arms and leant against the doorframe to his bedroom. "Must've done somethin' to get himself in that situation."

"I highly doubt that. He was begging for them to release him." Storm recalled, remembering just how helpless Remy's voice sounded when he was pleading. "I looked him over briefly, but they seemed to do a number on his face."

"They?"

"Three guys."

Logan narrowed his eyes. "I see." It was people like that he just couldn't stand. However, he figured since this boy was a mutant he would have been able to handle it himself. It was one of two reasons why he didn't…one, his powers sucked. Or two, they had made it impossible for him to use his abilities. "Yer lucky ya got there when ya did, I suppose."

"Indeed. I must be going now Logan…goodnight." She cast him once more glance before she advanced down the hallway silently to her bedroom.

Logan headed back into his own bedroom a few moments later.

He was sure he would hear more about this tomorrow morning.

-End of Chapter One-

Author's Notes: Agh. I hate introductory chapters with a passion. Sorry if it seems kind of rushed or…just poorly written. I really tried my best here. Why is it that I love to torture Remy like this? Oh, and I apologize if Logan is a bit OOC. It was kind of hard to write for him here…in fact this whole scene with him and Storm at the mansion was a bit of a challenge to write. Oh well, I finished it nonetheless. I would really appreciate some feedback…positive feedback! THANK YOU.