Overall Chapter Rating/Warnings: Mature. There is some suicidal themes, so that's why it is mature. There might be some language---of course I always say that because I never know for sure. XD Until the chapter is completely finished that is.
Author's Notes: Well, I have outlined up to chapter five so far. I've been using these past few days to catch up on the whole outlining thing, and I have been pretty productive. I thought of quite a few things to throw in this story. Some of them are just fillers…some of them are just fluffy things that I cannot resist writing…some things are really angst-filled…and so on and so forth. I know I have a couple other stories to work on, but don't worry I will get to them eventually. I didn't forget about them. This story is the one I am most interested to write. So, I am trying to bring it along as quick as I can. I do appreciate the amount of reviews I received thus far and would love to receive more. Positive feedback is a writers best friend. No flames please, thank you. Enjoy!
I'd Come For You - Chapter Three
Logan had gone the remainder of the morning and afternoon without seeing Remy.
He was aware of the fact that as soon as the students got home from school, they were introduced to Remy. Though, he wasn't quite sure how that played out. He hadn't had the chance to ask Ororo, who appeared to be at Remy's side everywhere he went---except for his room. Logan had never spent that much time upstairs, so he didn't know what could possibly be keeping the boy occupied.
Now, everyone was sitting in the dining room, chattering amongst themselves; the food all laid out on the table before them. Everyone took a bit of everything, then leaned forward in their chairs as they began to devour the contents on the plate. "Hey," Scott spoke up after looking around briefly. "Where's Storm?"
Logan reached across the table, one of his claws extracted, stabbing it through one of the biscuits. "She's up getting the kid." He replied simply, bringing his hand back over his plate. "I understand ya met him earlier."
Some of the other students nodded, deciding to chime into the conversation. "He's really quiet." Kitty spoke before taking a sip of her water.
"He only said hello before he went back to his room." Rogue added on.
"He seems kind of weird to me," Evan said bluntly. He was known to always speaking his mind, even if it wasn't the nicest thing to say about someone or something. Logan's eyes narrowed at this comment as he dug into his food, then turning his attention to Ororo, who just entered the dining room, a solemn look on her face.
"Where's the boy?"
"He won't be joining us this evening. Said he wasn't hungry." The white-haired woman sighed lightly and took a seat in one of the vacant chairs. "He barely touched his breakfast this morning, and the fact that he isn't eating dinner concerns me."
"See! I told you he was weird." Evan said, pointing his fork in Logan's direction.
"Evan..!" Ororo snapped, angered at her nephews abrupt judgment. "Do not say such things about him. Give him time, he will open up to everyone." She shot him a warning look before she reached for the warm biscuits in the center of the table. Evan shrugged his shoulders and proceeded to greedily consume the food piled on his plate.
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Logan followed a strict schedule throughout the day. Always after dinner, he meditated, then had a good smoke whilst watching whatever Hockey game was on television. There wasn't much to do after seven o'clock at the mansion. He rose from the floor, cracking his back and blowing out the candle he'd lit especially for his meditating purposes. He padded across the floor to his bed, plopping down on it, reaching into the nearby drawer for one of his Cubans. Biting into the end, he chucked the useless piece into a trashcan adjacent to his current position.
Logan lit the other end of his cigar, then flicked on the television, channel already set on ESPN. He sighed with contentment, crossing his legs at the ankles as he gazed at the television, the dull drone emitting from the speakers filled the room. This was always a good way to unwind at the end of a long day.
Then, an unfamiliar scent faintly tugged his senses.
He smelt smoke, but it wasn't from one of his Cubans. It smelled more like a cigarette; now he could smell a hint of blood as well. Logan swung his legs over the edge of the bed and got up, looking out his open window. There was someone sitting down on one of the few benches scattered around in the front yard. At a first glance, he wasn't able to pinpoint exactly who it was, but after a moments observation it could be none other than Remy…since none of the other students in the mansion smoked…that he knew of.
Logan contemplated going out there, or going back to watching ESPN.
Xavier had wanted him to get to know the boy.
He supposed there was no better time than now.
Remy wasn't cooped up in his bedroom.
Logan set his cigar down in the ashtray on his dresser and strolled out of his bedroom after turning off the television. He passed Jean and Kitty on the way down the stairs, who didn't even look at him. He then walked out into the front yard, seeing the boy still sitting there. As he got closer, the scent of blood and smoke only got more intense. He narrowed his eyes, the grass rustling under his feet. He was wondering why he was smelling blood.
Remy's ears perked at the sound of someone walking up behind him. He quickly and hopefully unnoticeably slipped his pocketknife into his pocket, pulling the sleeve of his shirt back down over his tanned forearm. He finally took a much needed drag of his cigarette, then holding it between his two fingers as he sighed, smoke slipping from his lips. His hand was shaking slightly and his arm throbbed, and he was sure that Logan wasn't stupid. Though, he was going to play it off like Logan had nothing to be suspicious about.
"What ya doin' out here?" Logan asked, arching a thick brow and taking a seat on the stone bench next to the boy. He wasn't about to scold Remy for being outside with as late as it was. One, because it was only nine. Two, Remy had the freedom to do what he wanted. This was his home now too.
Remy remained staring straight ahead, tapping the ashes off the end of his cigarette. "What does it look like, homme?" he asked and took another long drag of the cancer stick. "Ya wan' one?"
Logan paused, keeping his gaze fixed on the side of Remy's face. He preferred cigars to cigarettes, but he almost felt as if it would be rude to decline the offer. "Sure." He didn't miss the soft hiss as Remy reached into his pocket and pulled out a half empty pack, fingers brushing over the pocketknife; tingling with the need to carve more obscenities into his forearm. "Ya okay there?"
Remy nodded and handed the pack to Logan; who took one out and placed the rest on the bench between them. "Got a light?" Logan hated to be such a pest, but it was Remy who offered him the cigarette in the first place.
The boy brought a hand up, the tip of his finger touching the end of the cigarette; puzzling Logan. A split second later, it was lit. He let his hand drop, letting his head hang, staring at the grass below. Logan chuckled lightly, taking a drag of the cigarette before exhaling. "That's a useful talent." he commented knowingly. It was always a bitch to misplace a lighter.
"Not really." That was the extent of the response.
Logan took the time to admire the beauty before him. It was obvious he had taken a shower, because he didn't reek of sweat and garbage like he did this morning. The wounds on his face were properly dressed, the slightest bit of blood leaking through the bandage. One above a perfectly shaped eyebrow and another on the opposite side of his face near the corner of his lip. There was a noticeable bruise on his jaw, the wound taking on numerous sickly colors. The moonlight cast down on his long auburn hair, highlighting the many different browns and reds. His eyes were no less impressive. He didn't understand Evan; his judgments were completely off the wall. There was nothing that Logan could find that was imperfect about this creature…
Except for he knew where the blood stench was coming from. His suspicions were only confirmed when he spotted a small stain on his sleeve gradually getting larger. Remy seemed to notice that Logan was looking and tossed his cigarette onto the grass and ground it out with the heel of his boot-clad foot; then wrapping his slender fingers around his wrist, doing well in covering the newly self-inflicted wound. "Ya didn't come to dinner." Logan spoke up, looking away from Remy for that moment. "Why's that?"
Remy's expression darkened slightly, gripping his forearm tightly, trying to slow the blood that was leaking out for the moment. It was only natural that Logan would want to help him if he was hurt…he just seemed to be that type of person.
Not to let it just be ignored.
"Remy tol' Stormy dat he wasn't hungry." Ororo had taken the liberty of introducing everyone to him in their codename and real name. The codenames seemed to be a bit easier for him.
"Ya gotta eat somethin'." Logan pressed further. There was no excuse for the boy to not eat. It was bad enough that he looked to have gone without food for days---or weeks. Now that he had access to such pleasantries, he expected him to take advantage of that.
"Non. Remy don't."
Logan's lips tightened into a straight line. This kid was certainly stubborn. Though, it was nothing he couldn't handle. He was his own fair-share of stubborn. "What ya do there?" he gestured to Remy's wrist, which was still being held in a death grip.
"Oh…" Remy stumbled for some words. After mauling over his thoughts for a long moment he finally spoke. "Jus' hurt my wrist las' night. Dos' boys were a lil' rough." He managed a light chuckle, trying to lighten the mood and hopefully get Logan off his back.
"Think ya should let me take a look at it." He insisted.
Remy snatched his hand back and shook his head. "Non!" he exclaimed. "Remy is jus' fine. Jus' hurt his wrist. Nothin' dat won' heal on its own. Nothin' serious." He was jumbling over his words again, saying more than he needed to.
Logan had already figured out what the other was doing, almost the second that he sat down. It wasn't hard to see. "Ya don't know that. Still thinking ya should at least go to Hank."
"Non. Don't need to go dere…tis okay." Remy closed his eyes and hunched over slightly. He was feeling lightheaded. "Remy t'inks he jus' need to go back to `is room now." He stood weakly, not bothering to take his cigarettes with him as he turned and walked back towards the mansion without any sort of goodbye to the other mutant still sitting silently on the bench.
Logan narrowed his eyes, putting out his own cigarette before pulling out another one from the pack.
He was going to need a few of these to even begin to deal with this kid.
-End of Chapter Three-
Author's Notes: I suppose this chapter was pretty fun to write as well. I have a lot of fun writing this story! As always, kind reviews are much appreciated. The more reviews I get---the more I am tempted to write. Of course I will write it eventually, but reviews encourage me. I would really appreciate reviews on my other stories as well---all Logan/Remy. Thanks!
