Hi Everyone! I am so sory that I haven't updated this in so long. I have been busy with school and essays and stress...and the usual. I hope I haven't lost all my readers lol. Anyway this is just a short update to help me get back in the groove again. I really love this fic and I'm determined to finish it no matter hoe long it takes. Thanks to everyone who has given me suggestions and has reviewed already. More reviews and suggestions are welcome. I'm really thankfull for the criticism and comments. Hopefully the next update won't take so long.
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Emma poured herself a cup of coffee and glared at Logan.
"So you let me chew out Scott for nothing?"
"Yep."
"And Ororo had everything planned from the beginning."
"Yep"
"And why did I allow you to have your wedding here?"
"Don't know…a challenge?"
"Sometimes I hate you." She said taking a sip of her coffee.
Logan chuckled and changed the subject, "Don't think I ever personally thanked you for helping us out Emma."
"This just means you owe us," She grinned mischievously.
Logan raised his eyebrows. "Oh really?"
"Oh I'm not asking anything of you now. That would be too easy." She picked up her cup and winked before she headed towards the door.
At times like these he was glad that Emma's threats were good natured. Casually he opened the morning paper
Scott watched his wife walk towards him smiling.
"Scott darling, I'll be in the shower if you need me. Make sure the children eat something before two, alright?"
With that she continued towards their master bedroom. Scott watched her leave confused by her change in attitude. Scratching his head he walked into the kitchen to find Logan browsing the sports section. Logan looked up when he entered.
"Rough morning Slim?"
"You have no idea."
"I have a guess or two."
Scott grabbed a cup of coffee and sat down across from Logan.
"You talked to Emma?"
"Yep"
"So she's forgiven me?"
"yep, now she's mad at me"
Scott looked hard at the soon to be groom. "What happened?"
Logan's lips curled into a grin and he closed the paper and placed it on the table. "Let's just saying keeping things from your wife doesn't end well."
Scott laughed, "you think I don't already know that?"
Logan took another sip of coffee and laughed. "I guess living with a psychic'll teach you that eh?"
"Are you kidding? Even if Emma wasn't psychic, you think I'd have the balls to mess with her? She'd tear me apart."
Logan shook his head, "It's weird ain't it?"
"What?"
"That one man's vision could affect so many people." He looked out the window, "Chuck's life influenced all of us, wouldn't be here without'm"
"What's weird is you waxing philosophical all of a sudden. I would think Hank or maybe Ororo but you? I never thought I would see the day."
"Any other time I'd gut you for mocking me Slim, but I gotta say, this time you maybe right."
"Another first."
"What?"
"Admitting I was right"
"I won't make a habit out of it believe me."
It was Scott's turn to laugh but he stopped abruptly when Remy dismally sauntered into the kitchen bypassing the coffee and taking an open bottle of bourbon from the cupboard. Without saying a word he poured, downed and refilled a glass. Scott looked at Logan for answers but Logan looked away forcing Scott to talk to Remy himself.
"Isn't it a little early for bourbon Remy?"
Remy just grunted and stared blankly at the bottle. He hated the bottle. He could see what it was doing to the girl he loved yet he found himself in its comforting arms yet again…and hated himself for it.
"Is everything alright?"
He stayed silent.
"It is Ella?"
"She's fine."
"Is it her mother?"
"Not at the moment."
"Is it Anna?"
Remy finished the drink in his hand and picked up the bottle again as if to pour another glass. Without warning his anger, fear, and confusion decided to show their faces. Without thinking he hurled the half-empty bottle towards the wall, shattering it on impact and sending shards of glass and drops of bourbon across the floor. Remy looked at the ceiling then back at the mess he'd made. His jaw was clenched tightly and his red eyes burned with bewilderment. Scott stared in shock while Logan walked over to his friend. Unable to find the right words he placed his hand on Remy's shoulder.
"Don't you touch me!" The Cajun man yelled pulling away from Logan.
Logan kept his cool. "It'll work out Remy…"
"How the Hell can you say that!" Remy's voice was loud but crackled when he thought of her. "Damnit, she's killing herself and Remy can't do a damn think cause she won't tell me what's wrong!"
Logan began to speak but he was cut off.
"Seems like she's got no problems telling you though eh mon ami? Old dependable Logan eh? You give her the chance to open up and she talks ta you. Remy does da same and she spits in my face. What do I gotta do to make her see dat…dat I ain't he bad guy for once…why can't I make he see dat…" He stopped and cleared his throat.
"Say it Remy." Logan growled, "Say that you love her and maybe say it to her face as well. Christ Remy, are you angry that Anna's hurting something fierce or is your pride hurt that she hasn't come crawling back to you? I know it's the first one but that whole rant got pretty damn close to a pity party on your part and that ain't going to help fix this. Just because Anna ain't opening up to you doesn't mean you can just give up on her. For Christ's sake anyone with a working eye can tell she ain't right." Scott nodded in agreement, "Yeah, she opened up to me, now I night not be the smartest guy alive but I damn well know that's a step in the right direction and if I were you I'd be praying that the girl I loved was talkin' to anyone at this point."
Remy's blood was bubbling but he couldn't look Logan in the eye. He cleared his throat again. "Remy still loves her."
"It's as obvious as the day is long Cajun, but Anna, she don't see anything but her pain right now. Ah bailed on her to straighten up the catering mishap and I pray that she'll let me in again, but if not me than someone…anyone."
Remy nodded.
"Hank told me you asked him to help her. That proves your intentions are good Rem. Keep'm that way. We're all gonna have to help her through this"
Remy took a breath and turned to Logan, "That inhibitor ain't the whole story. Something else is eating her up. Did she say…?"
"There's something else she didn't tell me. I could smell it on her but I don't know what yet, but we will."
Remy nodded and Scot finally spoke.
"Here, take cup of coffee, take a shower, and calm down. Logan'll clean up this mess and I'll find out what I can, okay?"
Taking a cup of coffee from Cyclops he left and trudged into to the living room, wearing his emotions on his sleeve. Scott watched him leave and began to talk.
"What happened at the restaurant wasn't a fluke was it? Should we be worried?"
"One of the team is hanging on by a thread…I think worry would be the minium we should feel."
"She's hiding it pretty well, except for last night I mean."
"She always has. It ain't in her to show weakness…and she has…so it's gotta be pretty bad." He paused, "She's got an inhibitor now, looks like a wedding-band."
"So you think she's marri…?"
"No, or at least not anymore. Think this guy did a number on her…might be why she ain't been to friendly to Remy."
"She's afraid of being hurt again?"
Logan sighed, "could be parta it."
Scott scratched his chin for a moment, "So what do we do?"
"Haven't got a clue."
Both men stood silently pondering until Scott looked at his watch, "It's almost 12:00. I should get the kids something to eat." He opened the fridge and pulled out three separately wrapped sandwiches, each neatly labeled. "I guess I should take one for Ella too seeing Remy could be preoccupied for a bit. That bottle better be cleaned up when I get back." He started towards the door.
"Hey, Why's it my job to clean up the Cajun's mess?"
Scott smirked, "I pay attention Logan. If you helped settle the catering problem then most likely you caused the catering problem and if Emma is bad at you then that proves my theory. Call this payback."
Logan smiled and found a broom.