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As you wandered down the hallway your eyes were still slightly blurred from tears. You looked down at your hands to find that your finger tips had gone a distinct shade of black and blue...As they often did when you became stressed. As you searched the rooms you could see no sign of yours. You needed C22 and this was what appeared to be the A section as best you saw it. You frantically began to try and find a staircase or an elevator, but nothing came.
Then, you saw a figure turn the corner and begin walking in your direction. Though your eyes were blurred, it only took a moment to figure out who it was; and the moment was most inopportune:
"Petit!" Said an enthusiastic Remy, "where have they been keepin' you?" He asked debonairly.
"Not now, please." You begged as you tried to keep your distance from him before you passed by. You hesitated for a moment, for if you walked by and he tried to get close, chances were he would touch you.,,
"Hey now, what is all this about?" He asked, his Louisian chivalry becoming more prevalent.
"It's nothing! Please- just don't" You begged again still not advancing, this time holding out your hand for him to stop.
He advanced and you began to panic again to your own detriment as well as his. You backed yourself up against the wall and turned your head to the side helplessly.
"Don't do it Remy, please keep your distance!" You said loudly.
He stopped, "Why?" his motions did not go without questions.
"I could kill you..." You cried, this tie real life tears streaming down your cheeks silently as you blinked.
"Is there somethin' I can do for you? Anythin' at all?" He offered in a voice that seemed like it might have been on the verge of slight panic. You shot your face towards him, the tears now all the way down your face.
"Yes." You nodded. "Can you take me to room C22?" You asked him.
"I can." He said firmly. He did not advance towards you. Wisely, he had chosen to save both his life and improve yours. "Stand up if you can and follow the direction I'm goin'." He said with a powerful leader quality to his voice.
You wasted no time as he began to walk. You could not have been more grateful to have him there at that moment. You kept in mind that Logan was indeed immune to your powers and his advancement was only his way of trying to calm you perhaps. But you didn't want to be touched then. It was scaring you and he did not back away... Remy was leading you still down the hall. He made two left's and then turned right once, always, you remained at least several feet behind.
He was constantly looking behind him, but not in fear. He held out his hand as if he was going to reach for your hand, making you feel welcome, but with no intent on touching you. You noted his ability to keep people at ease.
Soon, he revealed to you a flight of stairs. "We need to take these cher. The elevator might be a tad risky." He admitted, recognizing the close quarters that the elevator presented.
You nodded, agreeing completely to his notion. You followed him up two flights and finally you had reached the third floor. He continued in a jog now, as did you. His rush was comforting too. He understood the urgency.
He ran ahead of the room that you knew was yours and he pointed to it. You looked at him with a quick thankful appeal. Then quick as lightening, you ran in.
"I'll be out here." He said as you walked in. You didn't answer him, as you had accepted his decision.
You dashed into your room and slammed the door, perhaps too hard. You imagined him shuddering at the sound. Across the room you could see your backpack laying there, and you literally threw yourself to its mercy landing harshly on the ground, again, you thought of Remy's reaction on the outside. Thankfully, he did not intrude of ask any questions. Though one more slam, or loud noise and you fear he would. Digging through it quickly. You could hear the pills hitting the edges of their case as you rocked the backpack around for their retrieval. You stuck your hand deep down to the bottom and finally felt your long nails hit a hard plastic. 'GOT IT!' you thought frantically to yourself.
You propped open the bottle and forced a single pill down your throat. Dry swallow. As it went down you sat there and allowed your anxiety attack to reach it's peek and decline in a matter of minutes.
Once everything had serf-iced, you found yourself back to normal. Now faced with the impossibly embarrassing job of apologizing to everyone you had offended. You got up from your stupor and looked into the mirror, fixing your hair and face. You composed yourself, 'It's fine....Relax, it's fine now...That is al over...' You thought.
You were able to think now of the dead lilies without fear of an upheaval. Your anxiety was under control...At last...
You strode over to the door where you knew Remy would be behind. Waiting as patiently as he did, he deserved an explanation.
You opened it steadily and walked out. Only slightly to your left and across the hallway he rested against the wall with his arms folded. As soon as he saw you he stood up from his lean and let his hands fall to his side. He said nothing, he simply tried to make an advance, holding out his hands as if to say, May I?
You nodded and he walked towards you quicker with your blessing. He stopped as he was now directly in front of you. "Is everythin' alright cher?" He asked.
"Yes, I'm feeling fine." You said quickly to ease his questions.
You felt a light pair of hands on your shoulders, slowly he began rubbing them. "Are you sure? You seemed awful upset?" He observed, his southern words gaining the better of you.
"Yes. Yes, I'm fine..." You finished, now relaxed. You could feel his hands now lingering over the back of your arms, rubbing them more sensually. You nudged them away discretely with ease without offending him.
"Thank you Remy...Honestly, I don't know what I would have done if you didn't-"
"Anne!" a loud voice interjected, you looked to your immediate right and saw Logan running towards you. "What the hell happened back there?" He asked almost angrily as he arrived at your side.
"Nothing...I just panicked I guess. I needed to get to my room. Remy helped me though." You finished.
"You let this guy help you instead of me?" Logan's question did seem like it should have been absolutely leaking with jealousy, but to your surprise, it made a great deal of sense. Asking for Remy's help over his. It was dangerous. But Remy was the one who was there...
"Remy kept his distance when I asked him too..." You trailed off, trying not to make Logan feel bad.
"What's it to ya' Wolverine?" Remy asked him in a hostile tone.
He glared back at Remy and answered him with just as much hostility, "Oh I could care less. If you want to mess with fire go right ahead." He said to him, then he looked back at you, "but the professor made us training partners for a reason- I'm immune to you." Logan said, his face still very serious.
Remy's ears perked up, "He made you training partners?" He said sounding almost outraged.
"Yeah thats right, pit pocket." He said back to him harshly. It became apparent that there was a silent kind of competition here. One that you were certain that you had not consented to.
"Listen Logan, I'm sorry." You cut in, the two men took a moment to break away from their hatred to look back to you. "I was afraid..." You admitted now. "It got out of hand..." You said looking away from both of them, "I just needed a few minutes alone." Neither of them spoke for a few seconds, then Logan sighed.
"Don't worry about it..." He said running his hands on the back of his neck roughly. He looked at you again, "Say, how did you end up with the fur ball?" He asked.
You looked at him with a glare, "His name is Kurt Logan-"
"You were with Waggner?" Remy interjected again, his only things to say suddenly revolving around your ware about's before you ran into him.
"Yes. Thank you Remy, I was with Kurt. Kurt Wagner. That's his name." You said to Logan folding your arms.
"Alright." He said looking down at you like he was humoring a child.
"Which reminds me, I should go find him, he was going to show me around-"
"Well I could do that." Remy interrupted you before you got the chance to finish your sentence. Logan took a step forward and stopped him before he had another chance to speak.
"No thanks Gambit, I think that given the circumstances I should be the one to take her. Wouldn't want you getting hurt." Logan belittled him, and grasped you by the shoulder, deciding for you.
Remy did not seem to have anything to say, rather, he wanted to simply glare in Logan's direction cruelly. You thought to yourself for a moment about the possibility of telling him that you did not want to go with him, and that you'd rather spend time in your room, but you did not want to dishonor his invitation. As you walked down the hall, you saw Remy from your peripherals, "Thanks again Remy!" You called back to him.
"At your service cher." He called back slyly; indeed, he only had the quarrel with Logan. Logan let out a breath of air rudely at his comment.
"Why do you hate each other so much?" You asked rhetorically.
"Does anyone like dirt?" He responded, rudely yet again.
"Logan!" You said, shaking your head as he guided you by the shoulder still. As his grip released, you both turned the corner. The silence was beginning to eat away at you yet again. Your stomach made a lustful noise which was just barely audible to yourself, 'I guess I'm kind of hungry...' you thought
"You hungry?" He asked.
"How did you-"
"I have a keen sense of smell and hearing."
"Ah." You concluded, "Hence the Wolverine-like senses."
"Here, this way, I'll take you to the kitchen." He said, turning yet another corner. As the walk continued, you caught the silence before it could manifest.
"So where were you that whole time? While we were apart that is?" You asked him.
"I was in the garage, fixing my bike" He said smiling at his own comment.
"Aww, that's sweet, maybe you can give me a ride in the basket later." You joked. He laughed under his breath at your clever comment. "But seriously," you started again, "that's pretty incredible. I've never ridden a motorcycle before."
He continued to walk, but his pace slowed down and he stared at you surprised, "Never?" He asked you.
"Nope." You said shrugging.
"I can't think of anything better then getting on my bike, and having a smoke." He added.
You smiled, but made no comment. "Let me guess, you've never lighten up either?" He laughed.
"No actually. Listen Logan, not everyone is immune to dying like you." You reminded him shrewdly.
He nodded and accepted the truth as it was, "So, what I know abut you so far..." He went on, "You don't drink, you don't smoke, you don't ride Motorcycles...What do you do for fun?" He teased mercilessly.
You laughed slightly, but answered logically, "You don't miss what you never do."
He agreed again with your answer, turning down his bottom lip and nodding, "Sooo," He began dragging out his 'so', "do you ever...?" He trailed off, still joking, but with just enough curiosity to make it suspicious.
You laughed under your breath, not needing any time at all to come up with your clever, mystery triggering answer; "I'm a good girl Logan." You admitted, smiling.
He stepped ahead of you and pressed against a large door, holding it open for you, "Not too good I hope."
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