Chapter 8 Black on Black

Logan ran through the tunnel not caring where it lead, "Logan wait!"

He heard someone calling for him, slashing through debris he yelled "If ya can't keep up that's your problem." he saw a doorway ahead 'Man those beams don't look to stable...' He carefully made his way to it and entered the room.

"LOGAN..." Jean shouted.

"Careful coming in here, this place might come crashing down."

"Right, Kurt, Kitty can you get us to the other side?" Scott asked.

"Sure..." Kitty chirped.

"No problem" Kurt grabbed Hank, Rogue and Bobby as Kitty held Jean's hand, Jean then held Scott's and so everyone appeared in what seemed to be a lab.

"Oh my, could this be..." Hank looked around astonished.

"Essex's lab...yeah I'd bet on it." Growled Logan.

"Like ya think maybe Gambit's the one who blew it up?" Kitty spoke up.

"If so where is he?" Storm asked a worried look on her face.

"Everyone spread out and do a search...and be careful this place can still come crashing down on us, we're out of here in 30 minutes." Scott ordered.

30 minutes later

"Alright people, obviously nothing could have survived the blast..." before being yelled at for choosing his words poorly Scott quickly added "If Gambit was here, being the stubborn ass that he is, he probably escaped somehow..."

"Heh nice choice of words Cyke...and your right." Logan smirked.

"I am?...About what?" Scott asked surprised.

"He escaped."

"How the hell could you possibly know that?" Bobby asked crossing his arms over his chest, and leaned against an unstable wall, which of course collapsed sending Bobby flat on his back covered in soot.

"I told ya the kid was a crafty little pup, that air vent behind you Hank it was forcefully opened."

"How do you know it was Remy?" asked Rogue.

"Well there's only one way to find out." Logan answered walking to the vent, "Half-pint you come with me the rest of ya should go back the way ya came."

"Hey why do I have to go?" Kitty whined.

"Cause if the vent leads to a dead end or caves in on me I don't want to be trapped that's why." Logan snarled.

"Okay jeez you don't have to be so damn pissy." Kitty sighed as she crouched down and crawled inside following Logan within the charred vent.

After receiving a message from Jean saying that the team was out of the building and that they would be at the x-jet if they needed them, Logan and Kitty continued to crawl for about twenty minutes, when they came to an opening, and jumped down. They were in a tunnel, water was running through it they followed it for about ten minutes and were led outside to a forest.

Logan looked around smirked and pressed on his communicator. "Hey Chuck, we ended up in the woods not far from Essex's lab." He smiled and added, "It's faint but I got the kid's scent."

Two days had passed after the explosion, Kitty had returned to the jet exhausted, Logan had refused to return until he'd found Remy. However now Hank and Storm had joined him.

"Logan it's been two days already..." Hank sighed.

"I know Hank...he's close..."

Hank chuckled. "You said that fifteen minutes ago."

"You implying I can't find this kid?" Logan snarled facing the blue furred doctor.

"Of course not...We are all tired maybe we should rest awhile and..."

"Both of you stop it..." Storm whispered.

Looking at Storm Logan asked, "Why are ya whisperin' 'Ro?"

She nodded over to a nearby stream. Hank and Logan followed her gaze, and they both gasped. There was Remy standing in the waist deep water, his back to them. As they slowly approached him. Hank noticed that Remy's head slowly moved from left to right. They all looked at each other, then Logan decided to speak up. "Hey pup...ya all right?" He didn't answer.

"Remy..." He still didn't answer. Storm took a few steps forward, and noticed that his clothes were torn up, and burned he was also covered in blood "Remy..." she tried again.

"C'mon kid, it's us...get out of there before ya get sick, your hurt let us take care of ya." Logan tried still Remy didn't answer. "Hank is that a genoshan collar he's wearing?" Logan whispered.

"I believe so, his wounds look serious he's not responding to any of us he's probably drugged, let's just fish him out of there and..." Before Hank could finish his sentence Remy's body had sunk in the water. Logan had dived in after him as he dragged Remy's body towards Hank, he immediately checked his breathing and pulse, opened his backpack and took out what he needed to treat Remy's wounds.

"He's awfully pale Logan, and his arm looks pretty bad. Storm wrap his arm and put pressure on it. His pulse is low and his breathing is shallow, Logan we need to get him to the mansion as soon as possible contact the others to get the jet here now."

He opened Remy's eyelids, "Oh my..."

"What?" Logan asked.

"Tell them to hurry Remy's eyes...they're completely black."

In the jet, on it's way back to the mansion

"Is he gonna be all right Hank?" Rogue asked. "Is there anything we can do to help"

"Yes, sit down and keep quiet!" Hank answered a little annoyed, well what do ya expect he hadn't had a decent nights sleep in days. Hank was carefully wrapping up Remy's wounds and changed the bandage on his left arm, it was still bleeding but not as badly as before, while Logan took the Cajun's wet clothes off, Storm arrived with blankets to cover the shivering boy.

"Damnit he's burning up Hank...How far are we from the mansion Chuck?" Logan yelled.

"At our current speed, at least half an hour." Charles called out from his seat.

After about ten minutes Remy seemed comfortable, his fever still high but at least he'd stopped shivering, his pulse was back to normal and everyone onboard relaxed a little, that is until Remy shot up eyes wide open and started gasping for breath his hands reached for his throat. It actually took three people to hold him down, while Hank tried to clear his airway, after Hank got him breathing on his own again, totally exhausted Remy passed out.

At the mansion, med lab, next day

Again Remy lay in a bed, hooked up to monitors and IV's, Hank still didn't know whether it was the type of drugs or the amount of blood that he'd lost which had caused his eyes to go completely black. He still had a slight fever and his eyes were back to the normal red on black color. His wrists would sometimes twitch involuntarily, and he'd sometimes talk in his sleep although everything he'd said was in french and Hank only got a few words, but he could tell that he was panic stricken.

And just to be on the safe side The Professor had told Hank to keep the genoshan collar on Remy until he'd wake up. He didn't want the boy to freak out and start blowing the mansion apart because he was in a lab. And as a bonus someone had to be in the same room as Remy until he'd wake, be it teacher or student. And today for the next three hours was Bobby's turn.

And being woken up at three o'clock in the morning he wasn't too happy. "Why the hell does it have to be my turn so freakin early in the morning?" He whined.

"Cause we all grabbed a time in the hat and you grabbed three a.m. that's why snowball." Logan chuckled "Hurry up Hank and I are exhausted."

"Fine...stupid Sinister kidnapping asshole Remy in stupid Paris..." Logan could hear him mumbling as he led the way to the med-lab.

"And quit yer whining, Gumbo's the one suffering not you, yer just loosing a couple hours sleep. Now shut the hell up...And DO-NOT I repeat DO-NOT fall asleep when yer in that lab, I swear if I catch ya snoozing I'll have ya up early every day for a year for danger room practice...a year got it!" Logan growled.

"Yeah...I got it jeez...Didn't Hank say he was in a coma or something, I mean don't coma's last for like months or something like that or..." Bobby was pushed to the wall none to gently by a very pissed off Wolverine.

"Now you listen to me ya little shit, He was taken by Sinister, I know YOU wouldn't last 2 minutes in the same room with that asshole. Now you fucken pay attention...That 18 year old kid was tortured by that psycho doctor more than once...The month he lived here, I could hear him screaming in his room, Hank says even now he still has nightmares of what he's been through, and you you lucky bastard sit here and whine cause you have to get up at three in the fucken morning to watch him for three fucken hours to make sure he doesn't panic when he wakes up thinking he's still with Essex. You selfish little prick, you just pray you never go through what he did." Logan whispered in Bobby's ear letting him go. Logan went down the stairs, and into the elevator that led to med-lab to go check on Remy one last time before he went off to bed.

"How's he doing Hank?" he asked.

"Well nothing's really changed since yesterday I'm afraid, but he's doing better." Hank yawned. At that moment Bobby entered the lab.

"Well good morning Bobby, ready for a fun filled evening of keeping our Cajun friend company?" Hank asked a smile plastered on his face.

"Um...Morning Hank." Bobby looked at Logan who still seemed pissed off and walked over to him. "Um...Logan...I'm sorry...ya know...about before...you're right."

"I ain't the one ya should be apologizing to kid." Logan answered glancing over his shoulder at Remy sleeping soundly on the bed and left the room.