Hey all, Soooo sorry for the long update wait, I've been crazy busy. But here it is dun, dun, dun! The last chapter! I should start posting the sequel within the week, so watch for it, its called A House Of Metal, dun dun dun. OK, sorry, I'm done now. Anyways, huge thanks to Terra Wolffe, Silvermane1, KariHermione, JazzyLady, and Patricia16 for reviewing. Enjoy, and don't forget to review!
Logan jumped out of bed the moment he woke and made for the medical facility where Gambit was.
No one was in the room when he entered except for Gambit who was still unconscious on the table.
Logan crossed the room slowly to stand by the table, relieved that the beeps from the wires and monitors surrounding it told him his lover was still alive at least.
"He's stable," said a cheerful voice from the door as Hank entered. Logan nodded, not meeting the other mutant's eyes. Hank bent to examine the screens of a few monitors and injected a shot of some sort of clear liquid into Gambit's arm before turning to leave, say "Let me know if anything changes," as he went.
But nothing did change. Days passed and still Gambit lay still as death. They had moved him into a bed so that he would be more comfortable and Hank injected medicine into him several times a day, but still he didn't wake. Hank said he wasn't comatose, as was plain when he would from time to time toss in his sleep as though dreaming, but that there was nothing more they could do until he woke up. Logan refused to leave Gambit's side, not that anyone really tried to make him.
The days turned to weeks, which quickly turned to a month. Life went on in the rest of the school, but for Logan everything remained still, suspended in time until his love awoke. He hardly slept, and only ate when whoever brought him the food waited until he was done eating to leave, thereby forcing him to actually eat.
They were beginning to give up, Logan knew that. He over heard bits and piece of the muttered conversations between Hank and the Professor just beyond the door; he noticed that each day Hank was slightly less cheerful when he came to give Gambit his medicine. He knew that things were dire, but he couldn't give up hope. Gambit would wake, he would come back, he had too.
Then it came. The day was like any other, Logan sitting silently, gently caressing Gambit's hand, watching him as he slept. Gambit began to stir, moaning quietly. Logan jumped and leaned in closer, frowning, hardly daring to hope as he studied his lover's twitching face.
"Remy?" he whispered quietly, reach up to cup Gambit's cheek in his hand. Gambit cried out softly, beginning to struggle with something that wasn't there. Logan called his name again, his heart pounding as he watched the other mutant struggle.
"No…" Gambit cried, tears beginning to stream down his face, his eyes wide and staring up at Logan with terror, "No… get away…"
"Remy?" Logan said again, becoming desperate and extremely afraid. He let go of Gambit, only for a moment and ran to the door, opening it he yelled for Hank as loudly as he could before returning to the bed and resuming his futile attempt to keep his lover from falling onto the floor as he continued struggling.
After what seemed like forever, but was really only a few minutes, Hank came rushing in, and upon seeing what was happening crossed over to the table where he kept the medicine. He grabbed a sedation needle and came back to the bed.
"Hold him still," Hank ordered. Logan did his best and Hank managed to grab Gambit's arm and insert the needle into it. Immediately Gambit went limp and Logan let go of him hesitantly, breathing heavily.
Gambit blinked several times, his eyes slowly roving the room.
"I'll leave you two alone," Hank said, smiling broadly as he left.
"Remy?" Logan questioned quietly, once more taking his lover's hand. Gambit's eyes stopped roving and focused on him.
"Lo-gan," he whispered, a faint smile crossing his still scarred lips, "I'm so s-sorry, Cheri. What I said at the motel-"
"Shh," Logan hushed him gently, "I know. It's alright."
"I was only trying to protect-" Gambit continued, tears beginning to stream down his face once more.
"I know, I know," Logan soothed, gently wrapping the other mutant in his arms. Gambit lay there weakly in his grasp, shaking violently. At length Logan shifted his position so that he was lying in the bed, Gambit pulled close to his chest.
"Logan?" Gambit whispered, after some time of sitting in silence, simply enjoying the warmth of each other's bodies.
"Hm?" Logan asked sleepily, the weeks of barely sleeping beginning to catch up with him.
"I think that maybe next time, we should build our house out of something a little more durable than cards," Gambit said, a small half smile twisting his lips.
Logan grinned and gently kissed his precious lover, "What ever you want it made out of," he promised. Gambit smiled and settled down more comfortably in Logan's arms as they both slowly fell asleep.
Author's Note: There you have it, finis. But because I'm such a nice person (Evil grin) I'll give you a little preview of the sequel.
A House Of Metal, Prologue
Logan woke with a start, not quite sure what had woken him. He sat up slowly, careful not to jostle his beloved Gambit, whom was still peacefully sleeping next to him in the bed.
He shivered slightly as a cold breeze, typical of late October, which it happened to be, brushed over his bare chest. He frowned, noticing that the window to their room had been left open. Odd, he didn't even remember opening it. Ah well, Gambit must have. So he carefully climbed out of bed and crossed the room, silently closing and locking the window.
Then he froze, once again frowning. Perhaps he was only imagining things, everyone did say he was rather paranoid, but he could have sworn he'd heard something in the hallway beyond their door. And, with reasoning he always used to counter the accusations of his paranoia, they did live in a school for mutants, and things rarely went bump in the night for no particular reason.
So he turned and quietly padded across the room. But before he had even reached the door, it swung open to reveal four distinct shadows standing in the doorway. Logan bent his knees, automatically falling into a defensive stance.
"Hello, Logan," said a falsely cheerful voice, just quiet enough so as not to wake anyone, "it's been a while."
"What do you want," Logan hissed dangerously.
"I'm afraid, that you have something of mine," said the man, stepping forward, flanked by his crones, into the moonlight streaming in through the window and nodding his head toward the bed, "And I've come to get payment for him."
Author's Note: Mwahahaha, until next time. Don't forget to leave me pretty reviews :D