Overall Chapter Rating/Warnings: I suppose teen. Nothing really bad in this chapter. Some spoilers, but I think they are just common knowledge when it comes to Wolverine and Gambit. There might be some language, and of course, what is one of my stories without a bit of fluff?

Author's Notes: Well this certainly has been an interesting week for me. Now that I have started summer two weeks ago, I will be able to update more…and I'm sure many of you have noticed I have been writing a lot more than I usually do. I am having my best friend over in a few hours---seven in the morning (who is just as much of a Marvel fanatic as I am). Her favorite pairing is none other than Wolverine and Gambit. So that excites me. XD She gives me good writing ideas and she helps me with some of my stories---so I need her for that. I am blank on this story beyond chapter five and she will surely have some interesting ideas. I write a lot with her as well---we wrote like four stories together in the hotel on my birthday. XD I actually had started this chapter a while ago, but it was crap so I am going to redo it…or at least I think I started it. Anyways, I want to thank all who have reviewed and read this story. It means a lot to me, really. I do appreciate all of the views and reviews I get on all of my stories. Keep the positive reviews coming! Enjoy this chapter! Thanks!

Recollections - Chapter Two

It was almost like déjà vu.

Here Remy was, sauntering into the same bar as he did the night before. However, tonight he knew for sure that he wasn't going to be alone. Logan had proven capable of carrying on a decent conversation and he wasn't too shabby at poker. The fact that Remy triumphed in every round that they played only confirmed to his opponent that he was a decent adversary and possibly put him in a good light.

The tavern was a bit more crowded than the previous night. There was a couple people here and there, a few people playing on the various pool tables and only the one man he was looking for sitting at the bar. Remy cracked a small smile and then proceeded to advance over to the other males location. Logan had a cigar between his lips and a beer in front of him, the bartender having just put it there. He obviously had just arrived---but wasted no time at all to begin smoking.

"`ey, troublemaker." Remy said teasingly, sitting down next to him. He was referring to the incidents that the bartender had spoken about. He motioned for a beer and examined the others expression, seeing a brief smirk and his eyes redirected their attention to the pair of red on black ones.

"Why did ya pay fer my drink last night? I do have a tab `ere." Logan asked, turning on the stool, arching a brow as he waited for a reply.

"`s it really a big deal, homme? I did win a good bit of money offa ya." He said in turn, flashing a smile in his direction. "Figured I'd do something for ya to let ya know dat I appreciate it." A chuckle.

"Ya didn't need to do me any favors." Logan said gruffly before taking a long drag of his cigar; turning his head so he didn't exhale the smoke in Remy's face. "It's not that expensive to begin with."

Apparently Logan didn't seem to know how fast the cost of beers could add up. He appeared to do plenty of drinking---but Remy thought it was a bit odd that he never showed a sign of becoming remotely drunk. Not even buzzed. He did have three---and usually someone would begin to feel a bit tipsy---but he actually managed to drive home. That was quite fascinating to say the least. "Non, but I wan' to."

Logan paused, shrugging it off and picked up his beer, about to take a drink before his thoughts jumped back to that comment Remy made when he first arrived. "Where did ya get troublemaker from?"

Remy gestured silently to the bartender, and Logan shot him a look. The bartender chuckled lightly and shrugged, turning away from the pair to look at the television. He certainly didn't want to engage in any sort of brawl with the man---verbal or not. "So ya like getting inta fights, eh?" He continued to egg him on. Though, Remy wasn't looking to piss him off…and this was all in good fun. He didn't know firsthand just how dangerous Logan was when he was angry, and he seriously doubted he would find out by just making comments.

"Those guys bring it upon themselves." Logan insisted and finally took that delayed sip of his beer. "Just some idiots that pass on through here looking for trouble." That was almost exactly what the bartender said the night prior.

Remy laughed inwardly and turned to the other male fully, not even paying attention to his drink. He found that Logan was far more interesting. "So, ya live `round here, oui?"

"Yup. A couple miles away." For some reason, Logan didn't want to be the only one answering the questions, so he decided to go and ask the same. "Do ya?"

"Non." Remy said sadly, all of the reasons why he left flooding back into his mind. "I was exiled from where I lived…"

Logan looked over at him. "Exiled? What the hell did ya do?"

"I was married…`dough I knew it would neva work between us. She was more for da weddin' den I was. I knew I wasn' ready. " Remy started, a bit hesitant, not really wanting to know Logan's reaction to all of this. Any normal person would look at him completely different after the whole story was told. "I came here to get `way from her…"

"Ya still didn't answer my question." Logan interjected.

"Her brother `ad challenge me to a fight after da weddin'. I ended up killin' him." Remy fumbled with one of the buttons on his jacket nervously. "Dat led to mah exile."

Logan smirked. "And ya say I'm the one that likes getting in fights."

Well that was a relief. He didn't seem to care too much. "Oui…" Remy brushed some of his auburn locks from his eyes, heart beating a mile a minute. "I don' care fer dem too much."

~*~Two Hours Later~*~

The two actually managed to get caught up in a pretty interesting conversation these past couple hours. Remy had resorted to sifting through his deck of cards as he intently listened to Logan tell a bit about himself and some of the experiences he has had around this bar as far as fights went. Remy was saddened when Logan finally looked at the clock and announced that he had to depart for the night. It was late and he did have work tomorrow---which he figured out that Logan was a lumberjack. Though, the name sounded funny, it was pretty brutal…but evidently not for him. "See ya around, kid." Logan spoke and stood up from his stool, fixing his jacket.

"Oui…bye, mon ami."

Their eyes met.

And for some reason…

Remy was attempting to use his charm.

What surprised him was that he detected the same emitting from Logan through his empathy. Even after only a day---Remy was extremely attracted to him and it appeared that Logan was working his way down the same path.

Remy's heart stopped when Logan leant down and laid a light, chaste kiss on his lips. Clearly, Logan didn't care about what the others around them thought about this display. And if they did, Logan had 'someone' they could answer to. "Bye." He said before turning around, smiling a bit when he saw the grin begin to spread over Remy's face.

"Bye…" Remy watches him leave as he did last night and then turns back to the bartender, smile still plastered on his face. "How much do I owe ya, homme?" he asked as he pulled some money from his pocket.

"It's already taken care of."

Remy looked perplexed.

"He paid it already---right along with his tab before ya got here."

He might've been an expert thief, but Logan was quite sneaky as well. He chuckled and shook his head. "Mon Dieu…"

"Keep your money for now."

-End of Chapter Two-

Author's Notes: I do know this chapter is rather short, but I do hope everyone enjoys it nonetheless. I tried to get this done as soon as possible, because I do have to head to bed---I only have five hours sleep as it is. XD Well, positive reviews would be much appreciated---as you all know.