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There's only one more chapter after this, but another story as a direct sequel, so if you're interested look out for that one as well, which is entitled "Who You Threw Away".

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Ice Lynx

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Three nights later Remy, getting up from his bed for a bottle of beer and a sandwich, walked past Milana's door, slowing as he heard a soft murmur coming from her room. Cautiously Remy opened the door, seeing Milana's back to him as she stirred slightly in her sleep and murmured again.

"What? No... no, can't be right.... no!" Milana's head jerked slightly.

"Lan?" Remy said, walking into her room and sitting on her bed and putting a gentle hand on her shoulder. Milana gasped and spun around as she bolted upright, eyes wide but unfocused. Remy's hand stroked her forearm as he smiled at her. "It's jus' me petite, jus' Remy," he said softly. Milana's eyes were still wide with fear as she nodded.

"Caught me in a bad moment-" she murmured, "but you know what dreams are like- never real, just bad."

"Bit like life really," Remy smiled.

"You up now? Hungry, I'll bet," Milana said, still sounding a little shaky but noticing her clock; 3:14am. Remy chuckled.

"Yeah, you hungry chere? Dere's enough food for two, n' you could still use it." Milana shook her head, looking at the ceiling, her eyes suddenly distant.

"I miss him sometimes, you know," she said quietly. Remy's eyes narrowed.

"Who?" he said.

"You know who, LeBeau."

"Why den? De guy was nut'in but trouble petite, he only hurt you," Remy said sourly. Milana turned her gaze to him.

"I never got lonely with him taking up all of my time, even if I didn't feel completely comfortable- he was always there," she said quietly.

"But chere- he's dere, I'm here," he said, flashing her his sweetest grin. Milana smiled back, reaching over and patting the space beside her.

"Then don't leave me alone to think about bad dreams," she said. Remy slid into the bed and wrapped his arms around her, bringing her back to his chest as he wrapped his arms around her tiny waist. Milana smiled and snuggled in, feeling the warmth of Remy's bare chest against her fur even as he enjoyed the smooth coat on his skin.

"Tell me a story," Milana said after a moment. Remy's head raised off his pillow slightly.

"What?" he said.

"I want to hear a story, please?" Milana asked, stifling a giggle. Remy groaned, then nodded.

"Alright- what story?" he asked. Milana thought for a moment.

"A LeBeau spin off The Three Bears," she said, suppressing another laugh. Remy chuckled though, the idea jumping around in his head.

"Ok chere, have it your way," he said. "Dere was a-"

"You forgot 'once upon a time' Remy." Remy sighed and Milana's tail rose and tickled him in the ribs. "You have to start it out right."

"Fine den," Remy conceded. "Once 'pon a time dere lived a fam'ly of bears, who lived in a school. Dere was a blue papa bear, a purple daughter bear, an' her best fren,de handsome Cajun bear."

"This is so imaginative," Milana joked. Remy ignored her and continued.

"Dey all lived happily 'till a boy came in, an' tricked de purple bear int' goin' wit him places, n' doin' t'ings she really didn't like-"

"Hey, I wasn't that bad, I told him off a few times," Milana said defensively, but only half heartedly, enjoying Remy's story and his soft breath on her ear.

"But she never realized what de man was doin' till one night he tried t' hurt her. De blue papa bear didn't know, 'cause de girl hid de problem from him, but de Cajun bear saw, and knew, an' he was mad. He tol' de purple bear t' stop- but she didn't, till it was almos' too late." Remy paused.

"And?" Milana said. "C'mon, I want to hear the end!" Remy smiled, remembering the night a few days before.

"And de handsome Cajun bear fed de purple bear ice cream, den left after de purple bear was asleep an' found de man. He told him dat if he ever came near de purple bear 'gain he'd kill him-"

"You went after him?" Milana said, turning around, still in Remy's arms. Remy smiled down at her.

"'Course' petite- no one hurts Remy's Lan n' gets away wit it," he said. Milana kissed the top of his head.

"Rem- I love you," she said, snuggling back into his chest, this time her head burried under his chin, her pixie-cut hair tickling him slightly. Then she grinned. "You didn't finish the story though, c'mon, what happened next?" Remy smiled and opened his mouth to reply when they both heard a sharp click. Remy bolted upright and spun around, face turning white with fury as he saw an even more enraged brown haired young man standing in the doorway, swaying slightly and obviously drunk.

"I knew it," he hissed, glaring at Milana and Remy, who had moved slightly to the side to cover her. "You whore- you were using me all along- with him!"

"What are you talking about?" Milana snapped, looking livid herself as she glared at her ex. "What are you even doing here? Get out!"

"I don't think so babe," Jacob growled, raising the gun in his hand. Milana's breath caught in her throat and Remy tensed, looking for something, anything, to throw.

"Get outta here," he snarled.

BLAM!

The gun went off without warning, somehow steady in a shaking hand as Remy's eyes bulged.

"NO!" Milana heard someone scream as Remy fell backwards, landing on top of her as she tried to catch him. As the screaming continued Milana realized it was her, and she stopped abruptly as Remy slid sideways and hit the bed, a hellishly wide hole in the smooth, well toned chest she had been snuggling against just a moment before.

"Ah!" Remy gasped, hands jerking uncontrollably. Milana bent over him, looking around frantically for anything to stop the blood flow. She had just grabbed the bed sheet when a strong hand grabbed her around the throat, yanking her backwards away from her friend.

"No!" Milana yelled, struggling even as her hands started to enlarge and grow stubby claws, the joints in her arms reversing as she cried out Remy's name and her flailing legs hit her nightstand, sending it crashing over. She froze as the barrel of the gun was suddenly pressed up under her chin, Jacob's grip around her neck tightened.

"Alright babe, we're leaving," he said. "I'd tell you to pack, but you won't be needing anything."

"I'm not going," Milana said weakly. "Let go- let me at least call the hospital- he'll die- I'll come after, I'll come- "

"You'll come now, the street trash can die," Jacob snarled. Milana was still staring at Remy as he began to force her backwards.

"Please don't-" she whimpered, terrified at the thought of what he could possibly want but being too strangled and scared to even attempt to push away the gunpoint. Jacob ignored her as he half dragged, half yanked Milana down the entrance hall and out the front door, leaving Remy out of sight.

As he opened the front door to his sports car and shoved Milana in the overwhelming probability that Remy was already dead and there was no help on the way suddenly hit Milana, and she burst out into tears, curling up on the seat as Jacob got into the drivers seat, still ignoring her, and started to car, lurching off away from Milana's home and best friend, her crying becoming softer and more bitter the further they drove.

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Remy gasped for breath, trying to focus on still breathing, though he knew if he didn't get help soon he'd die.

And no one would be able to help Milana.

The thought gave him the strength to roll over, off the bed he hit the floor with a thud. Ignoring the pain he forced himself to crawl forward, his chest screaming as he went across the hall and reached for the phone on the side table near the couch. Unable to get the will to stand he grabbed the cord and yanked, the phone and its cradle fell immediately.

Remy grabbed the phone, glad that Milana had put the mansion's number on speed dial instead of the pizza take-out like he had wanted, and gasped as his arms collapsed, the phone falling inches in front of his face as he hit the floor.

It seemed to take an eternity until Logan finally answered, sounding grumpy and tired.

"Who's callin' this late?" the Canadian's irritated bark reached Remy's ears, but he was having trouble stringing the words together, or getting the breath to vocalize them. "Hello?" Logan said again, sounding even angrier.

"Logan-" Remy gasped, desperate as he sensed the man was about to hang up. The voice paused.

"Someone there?" he asked.

"Logan," Remy said louder.

"Crap- LeBeau? What're ya doin', callin' at this hour?" Logan asked, sounding worried now. "What's wrong? Ya sound horrible."

"De boy- took Lan, gotta come," Remy gasped, mind reeling even as his vision started to darken. "Bring Beastie...." his mind finally started to be overcome by the lack of oxygen and blood, the impossibility of his death so early in life becoming very real to him. Distantly he could hear Logan repeating his name, but finally the darkness overtook him.

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Logan cursed and threw the phone back into its cradle.

- Chuck? Chuck! - he thought-yelled. After a moment Xavier answered wearily, waking immediately as he suddenly got an replay of Logan's phone conversation with Remy.

- I will wake Hank and Kurt, - he said tersely.

- Why'd he ask f'r Blue? - Logan asked.

- I have no idea, but it must be important. Can you go ahead and check what's going on? - Xavier asked. Logan growled.

- 'Course, - he said, closing the link and despite only being a pair of jeans and a night shirt he immediately went to the garage. 'Takin' yer bike Scooter,' he thought grimly, grabbing the super charged motorcycle and starting up the engine, opening a garage door and roaring off into the night, where a tint of pink on the horizon announced the coming of daylight.

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Logan knew the place Milana and Remy shared well enough, he had only visited once but knew the address perfectly, and how to get to it. Within half an hour he found the right street and building, parking the bike and jumping off, walking through the halls of the apartment building until he reached Milana and Remy's apartment, finding the door slightly ajar.

Immediately he could tell something was wrong, the place reeked of fear... and blood. Slowly his claws extended as he walked forward, listening for any sounds coming from inside. Nothing but the silent beeping of a phone left off the hook for too long.

With a roar he burst through the door, charged and ready for action as he crashed through the small front hall, the kitchen before him and the doors to the bedrooms on the left, the living room and bathroom on the right. Logan could see there was no one in the kitchen, or Milana's room where a nightstand was knocked over and the bed covered in blood; there had been a struggle in there. To his shock Logan saw a long, bloody trail at his very feet, leading behind him, and when he turned to the living room he froze.

Remy was lying facedown in a large pool of blood, his face turned away from the shorter man, as still and silent as a statue of marble.

"Crap," Logan said, claws disappearing instantly as he hurried over and checked the pulse in Remy's neck. Nothing. Logan cursed and rolled the brown haired man over, gasping as he saw a huge gaping hole in the middle of Remy's chest. Logan looked around for something to stem the still flowing blood, the pulled his shirt off and wadded it up, putting it over the wound.

- Chuck? -

- Yes Logan? -

- Get Blue here. Now. - As if to answer Logan's order he suddenly heard a loud bamf and smelled sulfur, and Kurt and Hank appeared in the middle of the room, both looking alert and worried.

"Oh my stars and garters," Hank gasped, the first to spot Logan and Remy. He strode over and lifted Logan's shirt, breath catching as he saw the wound.

"Vere's Milana?" Kurt said immediately. Logan shook his head, letting Hank take over looking after Remy.

"No sign o' her," he said. "Door was open though, n' a table's been knocked over in 'er room." Kurt hurried off and checked the room himself, then the kitchen and Remy's room.

"I think Remy's still here," Hank said seriously. "It's faint- but there's a small chance."

"I vill go find Milana," Kurt said, walking back into the room. Logan shook his head.

"Ya need t' take the Cajun back firs' Kurt, yer the only one who can get him back fast enough," he said. Kurt's eyes narrowed.

"My daughter is still vith the man who shot Remy," he said angrily. "I vill not leave her there!" Logan growled.

"How would yeh do that? Yeh don't know where they went," he said. "I'll go start t' look for Milana, Chuck's already workin' on it anyway, are ya jus' gonna let Remy die here?" His words got through, and Kurt hung his head.

"No, I couldn't," he said. Then he looked up and walked over to Hank, who helped him get a hold on Remy, then grabbed Kurt's shoulder tightly. Kurt looked over at Logan, who shook his head.

"I'll find her bub, go save the pretty-boy," he said. Kurt nodded and all three disappeared instantly in a burst of blue smoke and another bamf sound. Logan turned instantly and walked out of the house, getting back on Scott's motorcycle.

- I've located Milana and the man who shot Remy, - Xavier said, - go south. - Logan nodded, starting up the bike and shooting off in pursuit of the idiot who decided to mess with his friends, therefore the Wolverine in him.