Healing Infinity

Pairings: Logan/Kurt, Angel/Harry(Galen)/Gambit

Warning: Sexual situations, torture and a couple of other things that I'll add later at my discretion. AKA, when I remember them.

A/N: Hooray for Chappy uno! The characters and situations I introduced in the prologue will probably be showing up in future chapters but then again maybe not. We shall see as I am basically writing this by the seat of my pants. I am looking for a beta to help harass me into typing up my work and proofing it if anyone is interested. But be warned that I have allot to type up and the genres vary from story to story. Not to mention my access to internet is limited to the public library so you would be getting five or six chapters from different stories all at once. Not ideal right? Anyways, this is me, begging for help. Enjoy this new chapter.

Chapter One:

Harry waited, silent and still, in front of the impressive iron wrought gates of the mansion. He didn't shift or fidget, no matter the time that passed, only stared steadfast at the building so far in the distance. There wasn't a twitch when a thick, heavy body slammed into the gravel beside him, making the ground shake ever so slightly.

The only movement that could have been registered in the silent figure was the slow steady breath and the pale hands pulling the ragged, abused jacket tighter around his thin shoulders. It did nothing for warmth but it served to hide his... condition well enough.

"What do you want squirt?" The newcomer's voice was rough and blunt. The unruffled figure twitched with the urge to punch him for the nickname but he had long practice at resisting taunts. Still, the undercurrent of territorialism, that had him aching for people long dead, was the only thing keeping him from lashing out.

He turned to the feral man, eyes raised only to the nose and cheek line. The man had to have some kind of animal influence on his instincts and he had long since curbed his tendency to challenge that type of man. Especially when he was so close to his goal. Fighting, physically, it was obvious that he would lose horribly but he had other skills that he did not want to showcase just yet. He could feel the spike of interest from the feral man for his actions though.

"I-" he pause, swallowing what little spit he had, hoping to sooth the burn that came after so long of silence. He tried again. "I am... looking... for some... someone. He... is in... there."

"Yeah?" the wolf-like-man stepped closer and the stranger stepped back. He made sure to keep the distance between them constant. He didn't want to be close enough to scent the man, afraid of what memories would surface if it was close to some one in his past. Wolf-like-man seemed to take the hint. "And who would that be?"

"Henry McCoy." he forced the name passed painful vocal chords in one gasp.

"What business you got wit' the Doc?" the man growled. It was to cover his surprise, the visitor knew, but the knowledge didn't stop his body from dancing back a few steps.

"Doctor." he rasped. "Can treat... odd wounds. They said... he could...would heal. Not ... not like... others..." he swallowed heavily used to the thick taste of blood that bubbled up from his torn throat with every word.

"Ya got a name for these 'others'?"

The figure looked away for the first time, tilting his head to the silently hovering new arrival. Jewel green eyes took in the metal wings.

"No names." His eyes never left the floating being. "They never... spoke... around me." the man drifted close, blue eyes wide. He looked so much like Draco it nearly physically hurt. "But... I saw. I saw...everything."

The winged one landed as recognition coloured his pale face. He stumbled awkwardly to his knees, large metal wings digging into the gravel of the path. Remembrance flowed over the visitor as he simply opened his arms to embrace the man. The bare arms that wrapped around him were agonizing in their vice grip. He refused to let it show, instead curling over the man golden locks while his face was pressed to his stomach. He stroked the soft waves of hair lovingly like he had those few short years ago.

"I never thought I would see you again. Did you escape?" the metal angel didn't let him go but loosened his grip enough to look up into the familiar face, seeing his nod. Blue eyes fluttered shut as thin fingers scraped along scalp on either side of his face while the visitor took in the changes from his memory.

"You look... better." He smiled, happy for the difference. At least now he could ask for his name.

Eyes the colour of the sky popped open, "You spoke! How? I- we thought you couldn't."

"Less... ammo... for them." he was helpless against the cough that escaped with that sentence. Thankfully he was able to catch the blood in his hand before dirtied the angelic blond. His balance was abruptly disrupted as the winged-one surged to his feet, releasing him.

"What do you think you're doing Wings?" Wolf-man growled again and the visitor flinched into the protective arm that was suddenly around his shoulder.

"He's no threat Logan, and he's hurt. I'm taking him to Hank." his tone was colder more refined than the visitor was used to, but the memories tried to press in of blonds similar to his Angel but so different and long gone. His surprise was the only thing that allowed the metal Angel to scoop him into his arms. He latched on to bare shoulders instinctively and cursed internally at his small stature, the volatile wolf-man forgotten.

Then he was flying.

"Oh." he breathed his joy as the wind caught in his tangled hair.

"You like to fly?" he just nodded to the wondering question as he relaxed limply into strong arms that tightened around him. It was different from flying under his own power but he was in the air again and that was the only thing that really mattered.

"Been... so long. Almost... forgotten." he would have to find a way to do this again soon, only without the support.

He mewled softly in disappointment when they touched down outside the main doors, but made no move to pull himself out of the supporting arms. He ignored the cluster of people that met them as the metal Angel took them deeper. Instead he concentrated on holding his power in check. The relief of no longer having to support his weight had backfired, sending his body into shutdown mode. His power was the thing holding him together now and even that was getting harder and harder to grasp.

"Galen. Come on, wake up. Please Galen." soft and familiar, having lost that sharp edge once again, the Winged-one called to him. He really didn't want to but he forced his eyes open, not that it did him any good. All he could make out was two blurred forms, one with a silver-ish backing naming that blur Wings, and the other a large blue person. He was on a bed now, that was the only thing he was certain of.

"Mr. Galen." Was that his name? Galen? He had been called subject 6387 for so long he had forgotten his real name decades ago. "My name is Dr. Hank McCoy. I realize this might be difficult but I need you to tell me where you are injured. Do you feel anything like rushing fluids inside you body?"

Galen shook his head as much as he could without making himself dizzy. "Too... too much. Just show. Under... jacket." his breath was getting shallow while the doctor resorted to cutting the useless garment off.

"Oh my stars and garters!" the doctor burst out as he saw the damage. Two lines of red lined traced down from his collar bone to meet in a 'v' at the top of his chest. A third line connected with those and bisected his torso neatly, professionally in the standard autopsy procedure.

The hands of his Angel trembled around the hand they were clenching. He tried to smile comfortingly at the pale blur but it fell short as his control continued to slip. "Will heal... need time. Insides... not right. Pieces... missing... wrong spot. Need doctor... line things... up."

"Heavens mercy, this will be a delicate procedure and I will need the full space of my lab. It think it is time for your rescuer to go wait among the others."

"Wait." Galen gripped the hand that was about to release his, desperately, "Name."

"What?"

"I believe that the boy wants to know your name." Hank answered for him.

Bending close to press their foreheads together his Angel breather his name in his ear. "Warren. My name is Warren."

"Can... can I... rest now?" half delirious he clung to the only thing he knew. Warren looked to Hank who nodded, watching the two of them worriedly.

"Yes, you can rest now." Angel soothed stroking matted midnight hair. Galen's gem green eyes slid shut with a sigh as he let his hard won control go for the first time in weeks. Warren jerked back as blood spilled out from the wounds now unsealed on the frail body's torso.

"Merciful God. The boy's been holding that closed for who knows how long." Warren shuddered violently as the doctor peeled the flaps of skin back to reveal the bloody ribcage and intestines. "His sternum has been cracked, just like a postmortem autopsy but there is no signs of healing. He has kept himself in this condition, presumably, to facilitate my ability to but his internal organs to rights."

It occurred the winged mutant that the blue Doctor was narrating the procedure to the computer for his records, not communicating with Warren himself. When Beast reached in and tugged out the separated section of ribs, creating a squelching noise that would haunt his nightmares, the billionaire fled, pushing through the crowd of curious mutants outside the door and making it to the nearest trash can in the nick of time. He was unashamed, and unsympathetic to spectators who in turn became queasy, as he emptied his stomach.

"That bad, huh?" Logan's tone wasn't quite mocking but it still got Angel's short hairs up.

He spun on the elder mutant with a snarl, the younger students made themselves scarce quickly, not wanting to get caught in this kind of fight.

"Logan that is not appro-" Storm started to chastise, Gambit's hand the only thing keeping her from stepping between them.

Warren cut her off, eyes focused on the feral mutants, "Some one decided to do an autopsy on him and rearrange his organs while he was still alive. He's been keeping his body from healing for god knows how long so that the Doctor could put him back together right. So yeah, it is 'that bad'. Considering where he was being held, I can't imagine how Galen escaped in that condition." He seemed to deflate while he spoke as his thoughts returned to the man on the bed in the infirmary.

"Mon dieu!" Gambit gasp, tearing away from a confused Storm to face Warren. "The homme be Galen?"

"You met him too? Did you know he could talk?"Warren completely forgot that most of the X-Men were freezing out the Cajun in hopes of knowledge about the mysterious Galen.

"Oui, Remy know le garcon. Galen care for Remy when Sinister get playful wit' his experiments. He never say a word tho'." the two males shuddered, remembering the tortures they had endured in the name of 'science'.

" Me as well. Do you know how long he had been in Sinister's custody?"

"Je suie désole. Remy ask around and only know le petite be in Sinister's hands a long time. Longer than any one person be indebted ta de psycho." Warren flinched. He knew how Sinister could manipulate the debts owed to him and he had to wonder what leverage he'd had on Remy to make him do such a horrible thing to the Morlocks.

"What did Sinister do to get you under his control?" Scott hissed behind them but Angel ignored him. These were questions he thought they should have asked when they burst into that trial so many months ago.

Red on black popped wide before sheen of distrust shuttered the gaze. "Remy's power was slippin' out of Remy's grasp. Blew up a theatre 'fore Sinister found 'im. Promised control if Remy do a few T'ieving jobs and errands fo'im."

"How old were you?" more than one person stiffened behind them. Gambit's gaze was solemn.

"Remy be fifteen at de time." Logan cursed softly, stepping towards them.

"How old are you now, swap rat?"

The Cajun rounded on the Canadian with a grin, "Old 'nuf ta whup ya at poker. Wa's so impo'tant 'bout Remy's age,now? Ne'er matter before"

"We never knew about it before." Scott berated him.

"There be plenty ya don' know 'bout Remy. Plenty ya don' care ta hear until a person tricks ya inta it." the leader of the X-Men reared back at the fury lacing that usually jovial voice.

"Why did you lead the Marauders down to the Morlocks?" Warren asked the question that had been eating him since Antarctica.

Gambit calmed turning back to the first person that was letting the thief explain himself in months. "Remy didn' take dem down fo' that. Sinister say tha' Remy's last job was simple. Lead 'em down ta a cross in de pipes Remy finally square up 'is debt. Gambit not know 'bout de Morlocks 'til de screamin' starts. Managed ta get une fille out the pipes 'fore Sabertooth catch Remy. Left Remy fo' dead when he say no ta Sinister's healin' fo' mo' favours."

"Oh Remy." Jean sighed softly placing a comforting hand on his bicep.

The thief jerked away violently, shifting closer to Warren. "Non! Y'all toss Remy 'side like garbage when sometin' messes wit' yo' happy little world. Ya give e'ery one a second an' third chance bu' not Remy. Not e'en let 'im defend 'imself. Gambit here fo' Stormy an' Galen only. Don' t'ink Remy be lookin' fo' anthin' from you lot." his red on black eyes glowed with anger as he glared at each of them in turn. With a pat to Warren's arm in goodbye, he swept down the hallway to slip into the medical lab.

"Well shit." Logan grumbled, earning a sharp look from Storm. He typically ignored it. "How the hell did that happen?"

"My brother finally got a chance to defend himself." Storm answered archly.

"You knew?" Scott rounded on her, "And you let it continue this long?"

Warren frowned stepping between the leader of the X-men and the Weather Witch, "It is not like anyone bothered to listen to her when she tried to plead his innocence. No one was willing to listen back then. But none of that matters right now. Like he said, he is only here for Ororo and Galen so it might be best if you all left him alone for now."

"What about you, bub? You seem mighty chummy wit' the swamp rat all of a sudden." He knew Logan didn't really care, only wanting to get under his skin a bit, but he couldn't help the automatic defensive sneer the took over his expression.

"I don't need a reason to be fair to an innocent man, but," the sneer dropped as memories he had tried so long to repress came rushing back. His wings ached in a mockery, "it is easy to bond over something like the horrors of Sinister's care. It is not something you can understand unless you have been one of his 'Favourites'." Warren pulled himself out of it as he felt a soft comforting nudge in his mind, obviously male and far more subtle than Jean could ever be. "You're going to have to think it out for yourself, and don't tell Rouge about this. She has been a bit unstable lately and almost violent towards Remy."

He turned, heading for the elevator, hoping to get this done quick so he could join the Cajun in watching over the small male in the infirmary.

"Where ore you going?" Jean asked his back.

Warren tapped his head. "A debrief for the Professor. "Gambit won't let you enter that infirmary, no matter what."

The door slid shut after his warning, cutting him from the group. He allowed himself to slump in exhaustion, worry draining him. So much happening in such a short time frame, and he was sure it wasn't the end of it.

A/N: next chapter, Remy! Just so you know I don't have any of my comic books with me any more so keeping the Marvel time lines un-jumbled is pretty much impossible for me, especially with no internet to find references. So if something doesn't fit or jive right with the M Universe, I'm sorry. Feel free to correct me but if it doesn't suit the story I probably wont do anything with it.

Thanks for all the review and alerts. It helped me get the drive to think up more than the prologue up, which was all I had when I first posted this story.

BTW: spell check abhors Remy's accent. And I don't even know if I'm typing it right. It should make the next chapter interesting.