Chapter Eight: Why?

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Wolverine raised an eyebrow when he noticed Remy standing next to the lake. He couldn't mistake that smell in the air. He gave a small nodded and went to stand next to the teenager. The Cajun nodded to not even hiding what he was doing. "Hey, Wolvie."

"Hey, why are you smoking?" The feral asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Hm…" The teen thought about it as he took a puff from the cigarette, "…Stressful time."

"Terrible reason." The Canadian chuckled as the two of them sat down.

"He knows but it's de one ting he knows dat helps." The sunglasses wearing teen yawned holding out the pack to Wolverine, "Want one?"

"No thank you kid, I'm trying to get you to stop remember." Logan chuckled out, he had to smile when the teenager gave smile in his direction. "So tell me caused the stress."

"Sabs being a butt." Remy looked at the ground as he took a puff, "Remy wasn't doing anyting and he came around starting to brag." Wolverine could tell the teen was rolling his eyes as he said this, "It's so annoying. Sabs gets more missions dan we do. We are often stuck at de base because our skills are not needed right away. Why de idiot feels de need to brag is stupid."

"I'm sure there is lots more you all can do. Why would he make you all so bored?"

"Beats Remy." The teen laid on his back, "All he knows is he is bored out of his mind. And has no idea what to do with himself sometimes. Even Pyro didn't want to do anyting today. He fell asleep he was so bored. Dough Remy ain't too far from dat himself."

"You poor kids."

"Tell him about it."

"You really should think about joining us, we have way more things for you to do." Logan offered even thought he was pretty sure what the answer would be since he had given a similar offer before, "Would cause you less stress to make you smoke yourself to death."

"Wish he could homie, but he ain't leaving any of his friends behind." The Cajun replied closing his eyes, "Don't worry dough, he's sure dere will be some way for him and de oters to get someting to do. We just have to get out of the rut of boredom we are in at de moment."

'Okay, so it either has to be Colossus or Pyro.' "Have you came up with any thing interesting."

"You mean dat isn't smoking?" Remy chuckled amused. Logan gave a playful glare at the Cajun teen, "You seem against Remy doing so despite de fact dat you have been seen smoking cigars more dan once."

"It isn't good for your health."

The teen snickered amused, "Only you would be able to get away wit dat and still smoke. You heal right away from any of de damages. If you must know Remy hasn't smoked one in a month."

"That still hasn't answer my question I asked you before you changed the subject."

Red on black eyes looked at the feral over the sunglasses before the teen sat up, "Why you asking?"

Logan smirked, "I don't want to be caught in the middle of it."

The teenager choked on his laughed while he pulled the cigarette away from his mouth, "Dat's rich." He gave a large smile, "You sound worried dere homie. Should Remy plan a prank on you?"

"If you value your life you won't."

"Hm, dat would work but he hears dat on a daily basis." Remy chuckled leaning back on his left hand. "Still seems all the more tempting to try now. Got someting to say dat Sabs doesn't."

Logan laughed, "You are a very daring man if you are going to try that with me."

The teen smirked, "What can he say, Sabs is getting boring. You will provide more fun and might actually catch us. Sabs can't keep up no more."

"You are a brat you know that." Remy just grinned at him in response, "If you ever want to let off steam you can come find me and spar."

"He may take you up on dat offer. Anytime he tries to spar Sabertooth it turns into a blood bath. Dat man is ruthless."

"Really? You tried to spar that crazy man?"

Remy nodded, "After a doing dat a couple of times Remy didn't do it again. He don't like how he always has to be healed up afterwards." Remy took a puff then looked at Wolverine, "Why you looking out for dis Cajun anyway? He understands dat when he out and about dere is no reason to but in de last fight you didn't really give it your all when you fought him."

"I guess you kids have grown on me. Just seems like you're in a bad jam."

"How do you know we are not lying to get you to trust us?" Remy asked tilting his head.

"Gumbo I can tell a liar a mile away. I know you are telling the truth. If I felt you actually planned on messing with out minds by gaining our trust I would have attacked you and you group when you were swimming with One Eye and the others in the hidden water hole."

Remy snickered as he took another puff, "You never know. Remy could be that good." His eyebrows wiggled, "He could make an oldly like you second guess your instinct nature."

"Please, I may be old but that doesn't mean that I am slipping brat." The feral shoved the teen laughing at him.

Remy allowed himself to fall over to his side, his cigarette falling to the damp ground beneath him. "You love dis Cajun, Wolvie."

"Pfft, you wish Gumbo. Save your love for Rouge. I want none of it."

"Remy has so much to give dough."

Logan laughed with the teen, "Yeah, whatever. If I did love you it would be a love for a bratty child."

"Well den Remy'll be a brat dat livens your day."

Wolverine narrowed his eyes, "You didn't just smoke did you?" The Cajun looked around sheepishly making the feral sigh, "How much did you drink?"

"Remy might be a wee bit drunk." The teen truthfully replied making the 'old man' sigh and give him a look, "What? He found Sabs hidden liquor. He wanted to making fuzzy angry by dumping it out buuut he may have drank it instead."

Logan slapped a hand over his face, "What did he do to cause you to drink while underage?"

"Remy told you de trut' fuzzy was bragging about his mission and Remy lost it. It isn't de first time de jerk's done dis to us."

The Canadian looked the teen over with a shake of the head. "Alright brat, come with me." Remy looked confused at first as the man helped him stand, "You need to recover before you step foot in that base you stay at."

"So…" The teen looked confused as he tilted his head, "…you going to help him."

"You clearly need it and if you go back smelling like this then you could be in deep trouble."

Remy yawned, "Dat's true, he didn't tink about dat."

"Before you go to sleep." Sunglasses covered eyes looked at Logan, he could only guess how tired the teen was. "You are the most coherent drunk I have ever seen. Your words are not slurred like they should be." The Cajun smiled proudly allowing the man to lead him to the car that Logan had drove.