Overall Chapter Rating/Warnings: There might be some language and a few minor spoilers from the first X-Men movie.

Author's Notes: So how long has it been? Going on three weeks without an update? Well, that's pretty explainable since I have been spending so much time deciding on how I could possibly get this chapter going…because I had a lot of trouble deciding how I can get certain things to happen without seeming stupid. And school started back up again and that kept me occupied a lot of the time, but I did promise in the beginning that I wouldn't let school get in the way of my story writing. Which, I have tried my best to not let it. I've done a pretty good job so far. Wrote a few oneshots and updated a couple stories. But, these updates will come along faster I promise. I feel especially motivated to write because I got Taylor Kitsch's autograph in the mail yesterday! I sent him a letter two months ago and requested this, and he made one out just for me. My name on it and everything…it's the sexiest possible picture of him as Gambit. XD I've been smitten over Gambit. So, I figure that is enough out of me for now. Positive feedback is much appreciated and flames will be laughed at (so please don't send any because they stress me out too). Thanks! Enjoy!

Recollections - Chapter Seven

The night had officially gotten colder.

Logan had forgotten him.

How? Remy did not know.

But even so, Logan had been taken from him once before, and he wasn't going to let it happen again. He didn't know if he would be able to survive if he departed a second time. Now, Remy bolted out the door and watched as Logan walked briskly towards a truck that greatly resembled the one he'd owned before; except this one had a camper attached to the back of the pickup. So Logan had been living in that this entire time?

Remy wrapped his coat tighter around his body, picking up the pace, nearly slipping on the snow beneath his feet. He never liked the cold. He definitely preferred New York weather to this hell. He spent the entire chase trying to figure out what he could possibly say to get Logan to stay. There was only one thing that came to mind---something only a few people might know. "Y' a mutant like me, homme." Remy called out. Logan froze, an ungloved hand lingering on his truck door handle. Remy's own steps faltered, panting lightly from practically running through the thick snow seconds prior. "I seen dem. Dem claws o' yers."

Logan's hand clenched reflexively, his gaze down turned to his reddened knuckles. He then shook his head and finally opened the door. "Ya obviously just caught me on a bad night." Was the reply. He must've still gotten into fights out of the ring, was Remy's first thought.

"Non! Jus' got here tonight. I seen dem a long time ago." Remy pressed, a hand extended out in front of him, quickly scrambling for something he could say to convince Logan to stay; who was getting in the truck. "Dey bones---white as da snow dat's fallin'." That was the last thing that came to mind, deciding for now he would see how that sufficed before he attempted to bribe him with something else.

Logan was beyond confused. How did this man know so much about him when he had no idea who the hell he was? A snarl tugged on the corners of his lips, hand firmly gripping the inside of the door, prepared to close it. "That's where yer wrong." He slammed the door and started the engine, proceeding to drive out of the small parking lot.

Remy frowned deeply, the cold wind picking up quite a bit since he was last outside. How could he be wrong? Logan had originally been afraid about showing that he was a mutant, but Remy accepted him for what he was, since he was one too. He knew what he saw. He just didn't understand why Logan was denying that. He sighed in defeat and watched Logan's truck begin to turn the corner. Now he was in real deep shit. He was stuck here until he could find some means of transportation back to Westchester. The last thing he wanted to do was call the Institute…after the big speech he'd given on how he didn't need anybodies help.

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Logan clutched the steering wheel as he slowly exited from the lot, gaze flickering briefly to his knuckles once again. The kid was almost right on the money. They weren't exactly bones. Metal made up his new skeleton. Even so, how did he know that he had claws at all---especially considering that he had only been in Alberta for less than twenty-four hours? He had been making sure to not use them unless he really needed to, especially against humans. So, the brawls he got into in the ring never involved his claws. However, the unfortunate men that try to pick a fight with him just before the bar is about to close aren't so lucky.

He sighed heavily and pressed on the brake, shifting the truck into park. Slumping back against his seat he looked into the rearview mirror. "Make me wait any longer kid and I'm leavin' yer ass here to freeze." Logan mumbled, lessening his grip on the steering wheel.

He might have some answers to his past…which was so incredibly vague.

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Remy's heart skipped a beat when he saw the truck come to a complete stop. He gave what he was seeing a moment to process before his feet carried him over to the vehicle, opening the passenger side door and slipping inside. He shut the door and looked at the other mutant's expression. It was a mixture of irritation and sympathy. Logan switched the gear shift back into drive and kept on his course, waiting for Remy to say something first. He wasn't about to say anything.

"Merci." Remy said softly and rubbed his hands together. The much needed heat felt good.

Logan noticed this and reached forward, turning on the heater. "Just put yer hands near there." He directed and then leaned back into the tattered drivers seat. He didn't mind the cold, which was why he hadn't bothered to turn on the heater beforehand.

Remy did just that for a while before he pulled back and crossed his arms loosely over his stomach. "I know dis is weird f' y', homme. I jus' don' know how y' don' remember me. We always use to meet at dat bar back dere fer drinks."

"Doesn't ring a bell." Logan said honestly and shrugged it off. "Mind fetchin' me a cigar from that compartment?" he gestured to the glove box.

Remy reached in and took one out, handing it to him.

"Ya wouldn't happen to smoke, do ya? Got a light?" Logan arched a thick brow and drove with one hand while the other held the cigar. If not, he might just end up going crazy until he reached the nearest service station.

"Oui." Remy reached over, the tip of his finger pressing against the end of the cigar. There was a small glow before it was lit, Remy pulling his hand back.

Logan took a long drag before he smirked. "That must come in handy." He commented and kept the cigar between his lips. There was nothing else he could really say to him…it was almost awkward.

"Suppose it does sometimes." Remy smiled a bit and leaned over, seeing a familiar set of dog tags around Logan's neck. "Homme," He started, trying to piece his next question together properly before he asked it. "Why do dey call y' Wolverine?"

Logan paused, his free hand reaching down and slipping the visible dog tags into his shirt as if to say that it was none of his business. "Think ya can figure that out fer yerself. Ya saw me fight." Wolverine's weren't particularly nice in nature, and were vicious opponents. So, the name fit.

Remy sighed softly and ran a hand through his auburn hair, brushing the bangs from his face. "Oui. Don't give dos guys ya fighten' much f' a chance."

"Don't see any reason why I should." Logan stared on ahead, only occasionally adjusting the wheel so he remained in a straight line on the slippery road. He took a long drag of the cigar before exhaling, the smoke clouding his vision for the briefest moment.

Remy frowned. If Logan's vision was going to be constantly interrupted, it wasn't safe that he be driving, especially in these conditions. "Y' know y' should really consider wearin' y' seatbelt, cher." He insisted, his own already secure in place. He hoped he wasn't sounding too much like his mother. As far as he was concerned, he and Logan were complete strangers…and perhaps it wasn't his place to be telling Logan what to do.

"Look," He spoke, turning his head to look at Remy. "I think I know how to---,"

At that moment, the truck lurched forward, crashing head-on into a fallen tree. Remy got a bit of whiplash, whereas Logan was thrown completely from the truck, shattering the windshield in the process. Remy turned his head away, being sure the glass had no contact whatsoever with his face. He leaned up, seeing over the hood and piles of snow; Logan lay motionless on the ground. He was thrown a good hundred feet or so.

Remy's eyes widened a bit and tugged on his seatbelt but it wouldn't budge. He growled and tugged harder before sighing heavily in annoyance. Though, when he heard a shift, he stared back forward, seeing Logan now standing up. He had several gashes across his face, but his expression made it look like it was nothing. To Remy's surprised, the wounds slowly started to knit back together right before his eyes. He wasn't aware that was another one of Logan's mutant abilities.

"Ya alright, kid?"

Remy said nothing, turning to look over his shoulder when he smelt the slightest whiff of smoke coming from the camper. The cigar Logan had moments prior was flung into the back, catching a nearby cloth on fire. The blaze gradually began to spread.

"Hey kid, I said are ya alright?" Logan spat and cracked his neck once all the wounds finished healing. It might've appeared they didn't faze him, but in reality, he felt the pain of every single bit of damage inflicted upon him. He was just fortunate to have the ability to regenerate. The worse the damage, the longer it would take. Since this was nothing, it took no time at all.

"Oui! I'm fine, homme!" Remy yelled back and his hand gave off a faint glow before the buckle snapped, shattering into several pieces, setting the mutant free from its confines. He quickly got out of the truck, trying to get away from the hazard as soon as possible.

Logan took a few steps forward, wiping the corner of his lip before he froze. Amongst the smoke and oak from the forest, a new scent filled his nostrils. It wasn't familiar, and it wasn't friendly. He growled under his breath and clenched his fists, claws sprouting from his knuckles. Gleaming metal was something that Remy was astonished to see. He was confused. How did this happen? Was that what happened with him while he was away?

A loud roar was heard before Logan was tackled by something that had originally been hiding in the trees. The two wrestled, the air being filled with their grunts and growls. Remy advanced forward and quickly pulled a playing card from his pocket, charging it. Right before he was about to throw it, an optic beam came from behind him and hit the ferocious male in the back, sending him sprawling out over the snow. Logan was unconscious. Remy ran over to his aid, doing his best to hoist him up.

He was heavier than he looked.*

"`elp me wid him!" He exclaimed and grunted, looping his arms around Logan's shoulders, dragging him for the time being.

He should have expected some of the X-Men showing up at one time or another.

But he was thankful for that now.

-End of Chapter Seven-

Author's Notes: The asterisk at the end is indicating Logan's weight. I read that the adamantium that was fused to Logan's bones added an extra one hundred pounds to his original weight. So, he probably weighs 250 or more. Remy may be strong, but he isn't that strong. XD This was actually pretty fun to write and I think it turned out better than I had thought before I decided to write it. As always, positive feedback is much appreciated---and reviews on some of my other stories are appreciated as well. All Logan/Remy. XD Of course. Thanks!