Hello those in Fanfic World. Here is my first ever Logan and Remy fanfic. ( yes it'll be a slash eventually) I haven't seen X-MEN in a while but have researched as much as I could so please bear with me. I also know this chapter is kind of short but it's a feeler chapter, meaning it's just to see how people would react to this idea. Give it a chance and drop a review to let me know what you think.

CHAPTER 1: Projecting

Remy sighed as he flicked his cigarette out of the window. Rubbing his arms briskly to regain some warmth, he still shivered slightly at the cool breeze that caressed his face. Ever since THAT place, he always felt this deep in his bones cold. The type that was hard to shake off no matter how many layers of clothes he wore. Even his familiar trench coat couldn't take away the deep set chills. Feeling the soft fabric of the well worn shirt he slowly brought his cloth covered hands to his face. The extra large sweater that draped over his lean frame actually belonged to Logan, but the feral mutant never minded him borrowing it from time to time. Of course, being a Canadian woodsman who felt at home in the snow and ice in just a jean jacket, Logan never actually GOT cold anyway. So Remy knew that he wouldn't mind it if he wore some of the sweaters that were being moth-eaten anyway. Burying his nose in the soft fabric Remy took a deep breath and breathed in the scent that was Logan. A mix of pine, dirt, sweat and something that was uniquely him that was hard to place.

Closing his eyes, Remy let his mind drift back in time to the last couple of months. After THAT place, he had eventually found his way back to the mansion to a less than enthusiastic welcome. Most of the team were either openly hostile towards him while others were so tense, Remy couldn't stand being around them. Rouge ignored him completely while Warren took any chance he got to take cheap shots at him. He was constantly knocked down, shoved, or glared at whenever they happened to be in the same room or pass in the halls.

The only ones who didn't treat him any different were the Professor, Logan, and Hank. When the nightmares first began, he tried to go to Stormy but she was so tense around him that neither of them could sleep. So, after a few nights of that he took to just staying in his room and brooding.

Like he was currently doing.

Only it wasn't helping anymore.

Being an Empath, Remy relied heavily on the sense of touch and the feelings of those around him. When he was upset or troubled by something he could always count on a reassuring touch or even a quick brush of good feelings against the shields in his mind to ease his troubled thoughts. But lately, the negative feelings that permeated the mansion seemed to overwhelm him. He felt like he was drowning in a deep black sea of negative emotions that were mostly directed at him. No matter where he went, if there was anyone else nearby all Remy could pick up were the negative feelings that more than once threatened to overload his mind.

After a few days of feeling like being suffocated, Remy just stopped leaving his room all. The only times he would dare to venture out was when he knew the team was out on a mission or when his empty stomach couldn't take the hunger pains anymore. He would scurry to the kitchen, his thief training making him invisible and his footsteps silent and only take a little bit of food. A pack of saltines or a few pieces of fruit and he would run back to his room before anyone could catch him. He wasn't exactly forbidden to roam the mansion, he just didn't want to have to deal with anyone. Even the younger students seemed to acknowlage the idea that Remy was not to be trusted from the older team members. So, they were tense around him as well, even if most of them didn't even know what it was he was suppossed to have done.

When he first returned, the Professor welcomed him back as if nothing had happened. Told him it nice to see him and soon left him alone to let him "settle". Logan just gave him his usual glare but muttered a quick welcome under his breath while slapping a hand on his shoulder. Hank just gave him a smile and welcomed him with his usual jargon of overly long and complicated words. They had their own lives though so he barely saw them anymore. The Professor was currently in Washington arguing with the Government about Mutant Right's, Hank was currently in the MedLab tinkering with something and only came out when Jean was sent to drag him out for dinner. Logan, well, Logan was out usually doing Logan things. Waking up at 5 am to excersise, hop on his Harley to go for a drink at Harry's, or just be gine for days on one of his little "alone time" missions. Remy would often watch as he did his martial arts katas on the back lawn, thankful for something to do besides sink back into THOSE memories.

A few nights of waking with a shout when the terrors became too much for his mind to handle, Remy took to going for midnight walks around the small woods that ran behind the mansion in an attempt to clear his mind and body of all the negativity that swirled in the halls of the Xavier Institute. He knew that he would'nt bump into anyone at that hour so he was finally able to relax a bit. The feeling of the cool night air was a welcome change from the stuffiness of his room. All he would smell was stale cigarettes and sweat, both as a result from his nightly terrors. He would jump awake drenched in a cold sweat and chain smoke until his hands stopped their shaking. He was on one of these little hikes after a particularly horrific dream when he was cornered by Logan.

"Hey Gumbo." Came the gruff voice from behind him when he stopped to catch his breath. He hadn't eaten in a few days and that fact combined with his severe lack of sleep was beginning to interfere with his senses. Normally he would've felt Logan coming up behind him even before the other man even got close. Mentally cursing at his lowered abilities, Remy slipped behind the usual mask of indifference and turned to face the shorter man.

"Logan." He answered a bit warily. Even though he didn't feel any hostility from the older man he was still on his guard. This was the famous Wolverine, after all. The most feared mutant in the media, known for slashing off important body parts before you could get a word in.

"Relax kid. I 'ant gonna gut ya so calm down." Logan growled as he sat on a nearby log. Dressed in his familliar jeans and wife beater, Logan made quite the picture. Even in the chilly October air that had Remy in sweatpants and a sweater as well as his usual trench, he seemed to be unruffled by the weather.

Remy eyed him warily for a few moments before finally relaxing and leaning against a nearby tree. He tried to act as normally as possible but still kept his guard up in case this little encounter went south for whatever reason. He slipped his hands into one of the many pockets of his coat for his deck of cards, ready to let one fly if the need arose.

"What y' want homme?" he asked quietly. A few moments of both men regarding each other through side glances and calculating looks, Logan finally broke the silence.

"I wanna know why you been keepin yerself holed up in yer room." he replied. Normally Logan would've let the kid handle his own problems but after being jolted out of his own sleep by his screaming, he knew that he would have to get involved. Not for his own sake but for the kid's own sanity. Almost every night he would hear incoherant mumbling coming from the Cajun's room. They would raise in volume as the nightmare progressed to the point where he was basically screaming till he woke himself up. Then Logan would hear him pace around his room till the early hours of the morning till the noises of the rest of the house would drown out the noises from his room.

"No reason. Jus don want ta keep botherin de team. Remy know he 'aint sactly bein welcomed wit open amour." Remy said, plastering his usual grin on his face.

"Can it, Cajun. I know you been havin nightmares. Ya keep wakin me up with yer hollerin almost every night." Logan growled again, not missing the color draining from Remy's face at his words. That hit a sore spot.

"Yer also projectin yer emotions. Can feel ya all the way down the hall in my room." he added as Remy clenched his jaw in embarrassment.

"Merde…." he grumbled. He mentally punched himself for letting his shields get so weak. He usually had a greater control over his empathy than this. Hell, he hadn't projected since his younger days when he was still wet behind the ears.

"Yer doin it again, Gumbo." Logan murmured rubbing his hand across his forehead. Remy snapped his attention back to Logan with fierce concentration as he tried frantically to reinforce his shields again. Logan began to feel the emotions lessen a bit as Remy slowly drew in his power.

"Shit Logan, Remy sorry. Jus' give im a sec. De feelins, dey pass soon." he said as a frown creased his brow. The shields were using up more energy than usual, and Remy could feel all the days of barely any food and very few hours of sleep catching up with him. His stomach began to roll as the world around him seemed to spin. His vision began to dim as his strength finally took a nosedive.

Logan watched as his face dripped in sweat as he tried frantically to reign in his empathy. He frowned as he saw the kid start to slide off the tree and towards the ground as his energy seemed to lag suddenly.

"Crap!" he cried as Remy flopped over completely and he reached out his arm to catch him before his head slammed into the roots of the tree he was against. As he held him against his chest, Logan suddenly noticed how thin and pale Remy had become. The usually lean but still muscular man was now just a jumble of bones. A thin sheen of sweat covered his thin face and neck and he was lighter than usual in his arms. His jaw was more angular and the dip of his collarbone seemed much more deeper than how Logan remembered.

"L-Logan….. 'm srry…." the thief whispered and he let his eyes gaze into Remy's black and red ones. They were completely dilated and slightly glazed over. Logan braced himself as a fresh wave of panic and shame washed over him, Remy's shields were almost completely gone. They held their gaze for a few moments before Remy's body finally gave out, his eyes sliding shut as he passed out completely.

Logan gathered him into his arms and carried him back toward the school. The sweat coming off his body soaking through his shirt as his body burned with fever even though he shivered uncontrollably as if he freezing. Remy's shoulder length hair tickling his neck as he shifted him slightly in his arms, awakening his more base instincts of wolf pack protection. One of his packmates was injured, must get help, NOW. Logan picked up his pace as he neared the mansion, hoping to every higher power in the world that he would still be able to find Hank in the lab.

TBC.

Well, there ya go! I hope it was a good taste and that you'd want me to continue. Leave lots of reviews please.