**Remy:
He was grateful for the opportunity to shower.
He knew there would be a price for the luxury, but he was too excited to think about that now.
Jean helped him remove the bandages that were wrapped around his torso; she cringed as she saw the infected wounds from Creed's latest attack.
After the earlier tortures Sinister would always have Lilly patch him up, but she hadn't been present his last week of captivity.
"We're going to have to treat those," Jean said cautiously. "You probably have a fever too," she informed him.
He nodded, he already knew that.
She tried to keep a straight face as she examined him, but he was sure the bruises and scars on his skin disgusted her.
They disgusted him.
She reminded him of Lilly so he tried his best not to flinch.
It was then that he realized the inhibitor collar had been removed. It startled him; they must have removed it when he fell asleep on the plane, but why?
None of this made sense to Remy.
"Do you want me to wait outside?" she asked unexpectedly.
He didn't understand.
A glance at his face must have given him away he figured when she sighed gently.
He wanted to stop being so easy to read, but he couldn't.
"It's your call Remy, do you want me to stay or wait outside?" she explained.
He still didn't understand why she was asking.
She had the power; she needed to tell him what to do.
He didn't want to be punished for choosing the wrong thing.
He was exhausted.
Finally she gave up, "are there any other wounds we need to worry about?" she asked him.
He shook his head.
She turned on the water as she spoke to him again, "there is shampoo and soap in there."
He nodded, but didn't move.
"Go ahead," she insisted.
He accepted it as permission as he quickly shed his pants and entered the tub.
He watched her sit down on the counter through the shower curtain.
He washed quickly, hoping he would be given enough time.
His wounds stung as the soap invaded them, but it was a welcome pain.
He wanted to be clean.
A knock on the door made him freeze.
"Jeannie I have some clothes," he heard Logan say.
Jean hopped off the counter and began to walk to the door.
Remy tried to quickly finish for fear that it would soon be taken away.
"Thanks," he heard her say as the door was opened.
"Need anything else?" he heard Logan ask.
"Yeah, can you ask Hank for some ointment and gauze?" she requested.
"Sure," Remy heard the reply.
He tried to ignore the conversation when the door was once again opened a few minutes later.
Momentarily he felt wonderful.
"You okay in there Remy?" Jean said ruining his moment.
"Yeah," he whispered knowing his time was up.
He turned off the water reluctantly, and she handed him a towel.
She dressed his wounds and allowed him to dress in the clothes that Logan had brought.
He immediately realized they weren't his.
He followed her back into the medlab and was relieved to find the room empty.
"Are you hungry?" she questioned.
He wasn't so he shook his head.
"Tired?" she tried again.
He was exhausted, but he wasn't sure he would be able to sleep.
So he shook his head again.
"I would like to set up some IVs if that's alright."
He didn't want her to call Beast back in so he conceded.
It had taken him weeks, but he had finally realized that there was no reason to fight.
He would lose in the end anyways.
"These are just fluids and medicine to treat the infection," she explained.
He didn't care.
He couldn't stop her.
"Why don't you lie down," she suggested, "you look tired."
He didn't argue; he was tired.
He didn't pay attention as she hooked up his IVs; he instead stared at the opposite wall.
"I'm going to turn the lights off,"
"No," he couldn't help the reaction.
He didn't want to be in the dark.
He cringed as he awaited her reaction.
Her gentleness surprised him, "Why?" she asked quietly.
He couldn't tell her why because then they would use it against him.
"Okay, I won't turn them off, but can I dim them?" she questioned.
He nodded.
He didn't want to, but he found himself succumbing to sleep.
**Logan:
After dropping off the clothes Logan went back upstairs to talk to Scott.
He walked into the office without knocking.
Scott didn't look up at him.
He walked across the small room and dropped into an empty seat across from the younger man.
"How is he?" Scott questioned.
Logan shrugged; he didn't know how to answer that.
"I've never seen him cry before," Logan said after a long moment of silence.
It was the truth.
"Neither have I," Scott confessed.
"What do we do?" Logan asked.
"I have no idea," Scott admitted.
"Ro's a mess," he explained.
Scott nodded.
"Maybe the Professor can help him," Scott suggested.
"When will he be back?" Logan inquired.
"He's on his way," Scott informed him.
"He should already be here," Logan countered.
Scott nodded.
Logan figured he simply didn't want to fight.
The Professor had been called to Washington; he should have been back by now.
In Logan's opinion he shouldn't have gone to begin with, but that didn't matter at this point.
"You okay with Jeannie helping him?" Logan questioned.
"Of course," Scott said without hesitation.
Logan was relieved.
"I need a drink," Scott admitted.
Logan agreed.
Neither man got up.
They sat in silence for some time, both lost in their own thoughts.
Logan had no idea how long they had been sitting there when Jean entered the room.
It must have been a long time.
She sank into the seat next to him without comment.
"Where's the kid?" Logan asked.
"Asleep," she explained.
"That was fast," Scott commented.
"I gave him a sedative," she admitted quietly.
"Jean," Logan sighed.
Lying to the kid wasn't going to win his trust.
"I know," she defended, "I wasn't going too, but he looked so tired and Hank had already prepared it. I'm sorry."
Logan wouldn't judge her. She had been able to get closer to the kid than anyone else could.
"No matter what I say to him, he thinks I'm giving him an order," she tried to explain.
"He's been conditioned to react that way," Logan concluded.
"He was with Sinister for five weeks," Scott added, "We have no idea what they did to him."
"They broke him," Logan had concluded.
"They did," Jean agreed through unshed tears.
"What do we do?" Scott asked her.
"I don't know," Jean admitted, "we help him. We make him realize that he'll be safe here."
"Is he safe here?" Logan questioned.
"Warren and Rogue are no longer X-Men," Scott responded.
"At the moment they aren't X-Men," Logan corrected him, "I want it permanent."
"It is permanent Logan," Scott defended.
"Fine," Logan replied unbelieving.
"It is," Scott insisted.
"Stop fighting," Jean scolded.
They both stopped.
"Physically he'll be fine in a few days," Jean informed them.
"Why would Sinister do that?" Scott questioned.
"He saved the kid from Antarctica, he wasn't trying to physically hurt him," Logan began piecing things together.
"Why would he save him from death and then torture him for weeks?" Scott replied, "That just doesn't make sense."
"He's a monster, nothing he does makes sense," Jean added.
"Why did Creed tell me?" Logan questioned again.
"I don't think we're going to know until Remy is willing to tell us," Jean admitted.
"He shouldn't be alone," Logan said while standing up.
"I agree," Jean said while looking up at him.
Logan was glad that she agreed; he was glad that she cared.
Remy needed them now more than ever.
"I think we should limit who sees him for now," Jean suggested.
Logan could understand that, they needed to keep anyone that was a part of the team that abandoned Remy away from him for now.
Including Ororo.
"Alright," Scott replied.
Logan left the office and made his way to the medlab.