Ok, thanx for your reviews. I admit that Wolvie was too emotional about it, it was my meaning to let him break down, but I maybe overdid it….

The language I warned about is in this chapter.

Stormy's first appearance in the story. I don't know if I got her style right, so please tell me if I didn't. Your reviews really help me to develop this story, thanks!

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****Logan's POV****

Logan woke early that morning. He slowly pulled himself of the couch. He was hungry and decided to cook something for himself and his pal who was still knock out on the other couch. While he was getting the stuff he needed to bake an omelet he took the time to think about the events that happened last night. I was so pathetic…Remy must think I'm some freakin' loser or something. Man there's really something wrong with my feelings…feelings? Are this my feelings? Am I just some whiny idiot? Hell, no! I'm sure it has ta do with those fuckin' nightmares. I have ta do something… I mean, Remy's an ok guy, but what happens if this thing happens when I'm in front of One-eye… If sees me like that, he'll laugh his head of… I'll never survive that… He was determined to forget about what happened and even more determined to make sure Remy forgets about it.

****Remy's POV****

Remy woke up and stretched. He soon discovered that stretching was really dumb when you slept the whole night on a couch that's smaller than you. Couch? Why am I laying on a couch? He opened his eyes slowly and blinked a few times. Slowly the events of yesterday came back in his mind. He looked over to the other couch and was surprised to see it was empty. Huh? Where did he go? He didn't sneak out, did he? He sat up straight and noticed relieved the smell of baked eggs. He yawned and lazily rubbed his sore neck muscles then he stood up and walked to the small kitchen of the boathouse. He leaned against the doorframe and watched amused how Logan was wrestling with some kitchen tools to flip a wonderful smelling omelet over. Logan cursed when he burned his hand. 'Hey Logan, never figured you to be a cook.'

Mornin' Cajun. Yeah well I can make a few things, but I ain't very good at it. So ya have ta do it with this.' He pointed at the frying-pan in his hand.

Remy sat down at the table and checked out some things Logan placed on the table earlier. 'Wow, mon ami, fresh orange juice! And croissants! Which I got myself, but hey it's the idea. What did I do t' deserve this majestic breakfast?'

Logan turned around and rolled his eyes. 'Well I figured I'd probably be sick from food-poisoning if you cooked, so I decided to cook myself to save my ass.'

'Ouch, that hurt!' Remy answered in mock insult. But he looked Logan in the eyes knowingly, but Logan looked away quickly.

Logan turned around again and grabbed two plates out of a cupboard and placed them on the table. He turned of the gas and went to the table with the pan in his hand. 'Un omelet du fromage pour monsieur LeBeau.'

'Merci, monsieur Logan!'

Logan sat down on the opposite of Remy and they started to eat in silence. After he was finished eating, Remy leaned back in the chair and released a satisfied sigh. 'That was real good mon ami, y' should cook more often. What time is it?' He looked at the clock. '11 a.m.! What the…why didn' y' wake me? I mean not that I mind but I'm sure Cyke thinks different about that.'

'Well, I kept ya awake long time last night so I decided ya needed some more time ta rest.'

'Thanks Smartass, but I'm supposed t' have a dangerroom session this mornin'. I bet he calls any moment.'

Logan grinned. 'Yeah I bet he does.'

'Oh well I probably wouldn't go anyway just t' see how Fearless explodes.'

Logan snickered. 'Yeah, it's always fun to see him yelling at ya for not showing up.'

'So, if we don't go to Scotty anyway, we might as well go to Stormy.' He glanced at Logan curiously.

'I don't know, maybe we shouldn't bother her with it.' Logan winced inwardly, there went his plan.

'Merde Logan! We agreed on this!'

'But she's got probably more important things on her mind.'

'She don'. Besides it's pretty important, non?'

'Can't we just forget this, I was acting fucking pathetic! Like I'm some kind of little girl or somethin'!'

'No y' gonna work it out! Let your macho attitude out of it this time! If y' don't gonna solve this y're a even worse loser.'

'Yeah. Well. Guess you're right.' Logan answered reluctantly.

'Okay, now that's settled, I first gonna take a shower an' get dressed, while *you* clean the mess!' With that Remy smirked at Logan and ran to the bathroom.

Logan was only able to growl before he the door closed. The sound of Remy laughing and the water turned on, made Logan smile and he went to do the dishes.

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'So were's 'Ro at this time of the day?'

'Probably in her greenhouse or in the garden.'

'Ya sure she won't mind?'

'Jeez homme, y' start getting annoying, y' know! Like I said she likes to help people, so stop worrying 'bout it!'

They walked towards the greenhouse and Logan sniffed the air. Remy looked questioningly at him.

'What? Why bother searching for her if I can sniff her out?'

'She's inside?'

Logan nodded and opened the door of the greenhouse. He peeked inside and soon spotted Ororo who was watering some plants. He stepped inside and Remy followed soon after him.

Ororo wasn't facing them so Logan called her.

'Hey 'Ro how're ya doing?'

Ororo turned around to face them and smiled at the sight of the two of them.

'Hello, my dear friends. I'm fine Logan, thank you.'

'Hey, Stormy, y' got some time?'

'For friends always. What can I do for you?'

Logan didn't say anything and looked away from her. Remy who caught Logan's doubts decided to address the point for him.

'Logan here has some problems an' we wondered if y' could help him.'

Ororo, who hadn't missed Logan's sudden retreat neither, walked up to him and put her hand on his shoulder. 'What's wrong my dear friend, please tell me.'

Logan looked up to her and started to make excuses. 'It's not that important. I'll get over it. Ya better don't waste any time with this.'

But Ororo had seen the look of worry in Remy's eyes and the tired look in Logan's. She realized it was very serious. She stood her ground and decided to help Logan no matter what.

'Don't shut us out Logan. I want to help you and I am sure Remy wants that too.'

'I know…But…'

'No 'buts' my friend. Let us sit down and talk about this.' She guided them outside into the garden where a bench stood. They sat down and Logan put his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. Ororo put again a comforting hand on his shoulder. Remy pulled a pack of cigarettes and a lighter out of his pockets and lit a cigarette.

'Well, Logan? Are you going to tell me what's wrong?'

'Nightmares.' Ororo sensed that was not the only thing that was bothering him.

'Go on…'

Logan sighed. 'Nightmares, so lack of sleep. That's probably why my self-control is slippin' more often. And thus is the entire X-crew mad at me.'

'What are the nightmares about?'

'Weapon X. But different…it's like they affect me worse…they're stronger somehow. '

'I thought Charles had helped you deal with them.'

'Yeah, but they're back and I have no freakin' idea why. So that why we're here. We hoped you could help me…'

'I will try.'

'Dere's more…' Remy said carefully. Logan winced slightly.

Ororo looked at Remy curiously and concerned. 'What do you mean, my brother?'

'He broke down yesterday…'

'It's nothing, it was just a little too much at the moment.' Logan quickly interrupted.

'It wasn' nothin' mon ami. Y' know that!' Logan sighed.

This only peeked Ororo's concern even more. Logan obviously didn't want to talk about it so she looked questioningly at Remy. 'What happened, Remy?'

'I saw him outside yesterday in the rain. He didn' even notice m', so after I had been standing dere for 'bout fifteen minutes I started t' get worried. I walked up t' him, but he was like in a trance or something, I tried t' shake him out of it, but it didn' work. I took him to the boathouse an' warmed him up. When we were sleeping he had 'nother nightmare and he totally freaked out on me.'

Logan leaned back in the bench and ran a hand trough his hair while smiling wryly. 'Okay it wasn't nothing, but it was only because of these flamin' nightmares…'

She could see he was very ashamed of the fact that *he* the Wolverine, the toughest X-men did something like breaking down and show his feelings. 'Logan, I think Remy is right, it seems very serious to me. Have you talked to Charles about this?' Logan rolled his eyes and snorted.

'Chuck was pretty disappointed in me yesterday, he probably won't speak ta me anytime soon'. Can't blame him though, I mean he's working with me for ages to learn me how ta control myself. And here I go screwing his freakin' therapy. I just wish I could control myself just one fuckin' time so he could see *some* progress. It must be damn frustrating ta see yer, call it patient, going feral all the fuckin' time.' Logan had stand up and walked agitated back and forth. 'Logan I do not believe he will not help you if you ask him…'

'I don't wanna ask him! He has done 'nough for me already, it's time ta pay him back for that, but instead of doin' that I'm a threat to the team, the family. Look the way I acted ta Jubes yesterday mornin', the kid was just happy ta see me and I suddenly was angry with her for no fuckin' reason! This shit gotta stop 'Ro, before I hurt somebody…bad.' He sat down again and put his head in his hands.

'We will do everything in our power to help you my dear friend. Remy?'

'Oui, mon ami, we gonna stop this!'

'Thanks guys, but I have no clue how ta stop it…I've meditated, blow steam of in the dangerroom, tried those Japanese herb tea's which are supposed ta calm ya down and I even tried ta get drunk so I could sleep better. None of it worked. I don't know what else ta try. '

'Logan, you said you have no idea what returned these nightmares, maybe you should try to recall what happened in the past few months, people and objects you came across, places where you have been, etceteras. Dreams are mostly triggered by a current event, we need to find which event. If you know what started something, you also know how to stop it.'

'But I've done that already and I can't find anything…'

'Then you should write it down so we can review everything that happened together, we may found something that will help us solve this problem.'

'Yeah, you're right three people see more than one.' Logan suddenly looked up and sniffed the air. Ororo and Remy automatically became more aware of any possible attacks. They were relieved when Logan relaxed, it wasn't one of the many enemies of the X-men.

'What was it homme?'

'Just One-eye who's probably looking for ya, ' cause ya missed the training this mornin'.

'Oh, great jez what I need; Fearless yellin' at me.'

Logan suddenly came aware of the fact that if Cyclops knew what was going on, he'd probably inform the Professor and put him off-duty. ' 'Ro, don't tell him okay? I don't want everyone ta know what's happening…'

'I understand, I will not speak a word.'

'Thanks, 'Ro.'

'You're welcome my friend.' While she spoke the words, they saw Cyclops approaching them.

'Gambit! You're the one I was looking for! You were supposed to attend a dangerroom session this morning. This is the fifth time within two weeks! Where were you?'

'Uhh, in bed?' He flashed Cyclops a charming smile, which only annoyed the fearless leader even more.

'Firstly; You're on cleaning duty for this week, which means you have to clean the *whole* mansion including the dangerroom and all the other underground facilities, I'm sure Hank will appreciate it when you clean the lab for him. Secondly; You attend *all* training sessions even those in which you weren't planned to work out, this to compensate the ones you missed. Is that clear?'

The smile had left Remy's face by now. 'Yes, Sir… Jeez y' ve been in the army or somethin'?' Logan who sat next to him looked smugly at him, while Ororo tried to hide a smile. When Scott was finished and had left. Storm burst into laughing and Logan snickered. 'Ya heard it Gumbo. The *whole* mansion.'

Remy glared at him, but couldn't stop the grin that formed on his face. 'Well, at least I had a great breakfast…'

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