Overall Chapter Rating/Warnings: I suppose this chapter will go ahead and be mature. There is going to be some language, I guess. I can't guarantee just how strong it will be, but I suppose you will find out if you read. XD I think that's really all I have to warn about.

Author's Notes: It's been almost a week since I updated this story----my best friend really wants me to update this story, so I simply couldn't refuse. XD She said she was pissed when she read chapter ten---because that was the last chapter. I was originally going to update "The Best and Worst Day", but she wanted me to update this one. So, I said on one condition, and that was that she had to start writing some of her Logan x Remy fan fictions. I still have to convince her to post up her stories here. I think she should but she doesn't want to get any bad comments on it. We are pretty much the same about getting flames---we don't like them. XD Anyways, this chapter is going to be relatively long, I hope. Well, I don't really have much more to say about this chapter, so I will just go ahead and get to the writing. Everyone knows the drill. No flames. Positive reviews are much appreciated. Thank you! Enjoy!

Better In Time - Chapter Eleven

Logan didn't feel quite as satisfied as he figured he would when he left the bar.

He wished that he had mauled that asshole more than he did.

Logan had taken the liberty of identifying Derek by that adjective ever since he had been successful in thoroughly stomping Remy's heart to nothing under a guiltless sole. After all, he didn't deserved to be acknowledged by anything more. Thanks to his antics, Remy was now a broken man---and quite honestly---Logan didn't know whether or not he would find the strength to get over it.

Ever since he departed from the bar, Logan had been musing over all the things that he could possibly say to Remy to help him cope. So far, he had decided to go with something along the lines of "forget him, I knew he was bad news right from the very start", but that might only make Remy feel even worse. Remy perhaps would turn this around and explode on Logan about why he didn't warn him in the first place if he sensed something wrong about him.

Now, he was going to have to settle with that unless he thought of something more appropriate to say. Logan wasn't good with tears because he never knew how to react to them or even how to get them to calm down. That was more of Rogue, Ororo, or Jean's department. Females were usually better when it came to the consoling part of a crisis, while Logan particularly favored the revenge element.

Pulling into the garage, Logan could smell the sadness from the inside of the mansion. It was evident that since he left nothing had changed. If anything, it had gotten much worse. After turning off his motorcycle and propping it up on its kickstand, he sauntered into the house. His first destination was the lounge, since that's where he figured most of them would be if they hadn't headed to bed. Though, there was far too much going on in the establishment for sleep.

Upon entering, everyone he had seen before he took his leave hours prior was situated either on the couches or chairs. Still no sign of Remy, so Logan took the hint that maybe he just wanted to be alone for a while, because even Rogue was sitting downstairs. "Give him a good talkin' to?" Logan asked, crossing his arms and arching a brow. Maybe he wouldn't have to up upstairs…perhaps that was already taken care of courtesy of the X-Women in the room.

"He left, Logan." Rogue said in response and looked down at the ground, her expression sullen and defeated. It was obvious that even she couldn't try and make Remy feel better. "I tried to talk `em out of it…but he just wouldn't listen."

That sure sounded like Remy.

Always so stubborn.

"Did he say where he was goin'?" Logan asked gruffly. As he assumed, Rogue shook her head no. Logan growled under his breath and shook his head. That was a stupid question.

Of course he wouldn't have.

Rogue stood up and walked over to the feral, her eyes pleading. "Can you please go look for `em?" She kept her distance, not really knowing what kind of reaction to expect from Logan. Either way, she didn't want to be near him if he lashed out about the very idea. "I know ya said he wasn't your responsibility but please---I'm really worried that something is gonna happen to `em."

Once again, Logan wasn't good with this sort of thing. "How long ago did he leave?"

"About a half hour."

So he couldn't have been that far away.

After driving around a bit, Logan figured he would be able to pick up his scent. But what made Rogue think that he was going to be able to convince him to come home?

…Oh yeah.

With that now brought back to his attention, he had more of a chance than anyone else. He sighed heavily and tilted his head back a bit, as if in thought. Did he have anything else to do? No. Would the X-Men detest him if he didn't? Yes. "Fine." He grumbled and turned, heading back out into the garage where his motorcycle was waiting for him.

He was putting out fires left and right tonight.

~*~*~*~*~

"Baise!*"

An anger/depression filled curse echoed through the forest. He had managed to find a trail hidden in this darkness, and to his own luck it led to a lake…which appeared to be a decent enough place to vent his emotions. He couldn't do that at the mansion…thanks to everyone there. It seemed they didn't know what 'leave me alone' meant. They of all people should have respected his wishes…so he ended up having to get what he wanted the hard way.

"Pourquoi etait I non capable le voir plus tot?!*" Remy exclaimed before executing a punch on a nearby tree. This wasn't the first time he had done that tonight. The fact that his knuckles were bloody and bruised proved it. He turned around and leaned back against the trunk, before slipping down into a sitting position, legs outstretched in front of him---cradling his sore hands in his lap.

"Merde…*" Remy whispered softly, the tears that have been welling in his eyes followed all the others down his cheeks---now taking a moment to try and breathe. He didn't know it was possible to feel as shitty as he did. He didn't see it coming…and evidently no one else did either. "Merde…" Another inaudible curse.

Remy drew his knees up to his chest, lolling his head back against the tree, red on black eyes sad and tears glistening in the moonlight. "Quel suis-je allant faire..?*" He brought his hands up, resting his palms on his eyes and groaning deep in the back of his throat.

This display showed nothing but absolute distress.

~*~*~*~*~

"Yer close, boy. I can smell ya…" Logan mumbled to himself, turning onto a path after a good twenty minutes of driving. The same thoughts that Remy had filled Logan's head---this was the perfect place to have come if you wanted to be alone. A normal person wouldn't have been able to find him being this deep in the woods, but then again…

Logan wasn't exactly a normal person.

But Remy should really learn not to underestimate him.

Logan slowed his motorcycle and spotted another in the distance. There was no mistaking that it was Remy's. Not to mention his scent got a lot stronger and there was no denying the fact that Remy was nearby. Making his way down to the end of the trail, he spotted who he was looking for sitting by a tree. He turned off his motorcycle and parked it a few yards behind Remy's, propping it up before carefully approaching the other mutant. "Ya know the others are worried `bout ya."

Remy turned and looked at him, a bit shocked that Logan went out of his way to come out here…but it was only to argue with him. He knew it. "Remy doesn't care."

"Is that so?" Logan smirked lightly and walked over to him. "Well in any case I think ya should get yer ass back to the mansion." This already wasn't going well.

"Non!" Remy stood up and moved away from the feral. "Remy jus' wanna be `lone."

"Look, kid…" Logan started and faced him once more. "I didn't agree to come out here and get ya only to come back empty handed." He took a few steps forward. "And I'm not leavin' until ya agree to come back."

"Well den, Logan's gonna be out here fer a very long time." Remy retorted and snarled, crossing his arms.

Logan growled and walked over to him----quickly so Remy wouldn't have a chance to avoid him, grabbing him by the front of the collar and yanking him forward. "Listen Cajun, what happened wasn't yer fault. Ya need to stop blamin' yerself fer it. Stop wastin' yer tears over that asshole."

Remy looked away from him.

"I might not be the best person to talk to about all of this, but I do know one thing. If he ever comes near ya again and tries to pull anymore shit---I will personally send him back to wherever the hell he came from in pieces. I told him myself."

Remy looked at him. "…Ya told him dat?" He was shocked beyond belief. Logan actually went after him? Threatened him?

"Somethin' like that." Logan let go of Remy's shirt and took a couple steps back. "I gave him a talkin' to and now I am doin' the same for you. Shit happens and ya cannot dwell on it forever."

Well, he was right.

Remy's heart gave a tiny flutter at the thought of Logan---the man he really did have all the feelings in the world for---kicking the ass of the man that betrayed him.

"Everyone's worried `bout ya. Why do ya say we go back home now?" Logan asked, not knowing what more he could say.

"Oui…" Remy mumbled and proceeded to walk back over to his motorcycle, Logan doing the same.

Remy always had a hard time saying no to him.

-End of Chapter Eleven-

Author's Notes: I really did enjoy writing this chapter. I had started writing last night when I was over my best friends house, and now I just completed this upon coming home and getting on the computer. I tried to make it as long as I could, even though it might not seem long to some people. There are quite a bit of translations, so I will go ahead and list them all at the bottom. (*) I like when Remy is alone…I can make him speak a lot of French. XD

NOTE: I did use an online translator. So I cannot guarantee just how accurate these translations are. XD

Baise! = Fuck!
Pourquoi etait I non capable le voir plus tot?! = Why the hell was I not able to see it sooner?!
Merde = Shit
Quel suis-je allant faire..? = What am I going to do?

...Isn't the third line in this chapter just badass?! I cannot get over how much I love that line! XD I know somewhere my best friend is laughing right now---we had discussed this last night and had a pretty good laugh about it. XD