Title: Going with the Flow
Author: endiahna
A/N If you don't care for this pairing, that's no skin off my back. Slash? At the moment I am unsure about that since I am unsure on how exactly I want this story to go. Let me know what you think, the accents are pretty bad. I am never good at writing accents. Might revise and just leave them out.
Summary: Logan and Remy catch up, and just hang out. Question is, did they leave on bad terms? Why is Logan so disturbed by Remy's presence, and why does Remy seem so reluctant to say anything?
Sorry, plot really is unknown at the moment.
Logan looked up from where he sat meditating in the school's garden. An offending scent wafted through the air, how ever nice it actually smelt. He hated being disturbed, especially by him.
"What do ya want kid?" he let his voice take on a harsh edge. He couldn't care less.
When no answer came, Logan turned around to face the intruder.
"Remy, I said what do ya want!?"
Said boy just shrugged his shoulders and produced a deck of cards from his jacket. "Just wonderin' if ya like to grab a beer wid me, but I see yur busy an' all."
He frowned, he was relaxing, but heck he couldn't pass up a beer. "Yeah sure why not, already interrupted no how. Might as well make a reason for it." He stood up and grabbed his shirt that he had discarded earlier.
Remy just nodded, not really daring to say anything. He followed Logan out of the grove of bushes and flowers and headed towards the garage. Once inside he paused to look at the man again, asking him a silent question. 'The bike or the jeep?'
"We'll take the bike as long as I drive gumbo." Logan said, hopping up front and taking the key from Remy's extended hand. How many pockets did that trench coat have?
It had been over a month since they had last gone bar hopping, been a while since they had done anything together . Logan had just got back from Japan, another lead to his past from Xavier. Remy had just up and left shortly before he came back, and had only been home for a few days now. He had yet to understand his reasoning, but who was he to say that he shouldn't run off without letting any one know. He did that himself several times a month.
Remy grabbed a helmet and hopped up behind him, holding on to Logan's waist. He himself didn't even bother with one. He wasn't worried at all, he either lived through a crash or he didn't. but he didn't figure some measly ol' crash would do him in if he survived much worse. Heck, if it actually did then it would be just his time to die. Finally.
So many years of waiting can make you go insane, or maybe it was the knowledge that you couldn't die no matter what that would make one go crazy. Maybe, just maybe, he was already crazy with this just making it worse. Who knows such things? Well, he didn't, though he could venture a guess, though he rather would not do so.
