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Chapter 4

The day had been going great. Gambit felt light on his feet, regaining some feeling in his heart. It was really starting to feel like the holidays. He'd passed some time with Storm and her plants, and even got to train with Wolverine and Nightcrawler.

As he made his way to the third floor to Logan's bedroom, he came across Bobby and Warren. He sighed. For some reason, they really had it out for him.

"Well look at this. Our team's personal whore's getting all prepared for Logan. You're pathetic." Warren lifted his nose.

"I have to say, Logan's got the right idea. Why go pick someone up, when you've go your own slut right there?" Bobby added, winking back at Warren.

Warren smirked. "You're right, Bobby. Hey, whore, when you're done how about you come to my room? I could use a tight hole."

As the two men walked past, Warren slapped Gambit's ass.

Gambit shivered. He felt dirty as he approached Logan's room. The day had been so good. He considered getting a new room, one on this floor since Logan was the only other occupant. After all, Hank and Storm seemed to still be friendly towards him, and Nightcrawler didn't seem to mind him.

Gambit shook his head as he picked-up the clothes Logan had brought back the night before. What if de homme don't want me to go? I haven't exactly paid him tanks. He bowed his head. "No, Remy needs to do dis. Remy needs to take his place back."

"What you going on about, Cajun?" Logan asked, walking through the doors.

Gambit got up too fast to make it seem normal, shaking his head. "Not much, homme. Remy just tinks he should move to a new room is all."

He was radiating fear. He knew that much and Logan's quirked eyebrow told him he knew too.

"You alright, kid? There's really no hurry." Logan walked closer, concern on his face. No, it's pity. Dey all pity you Remy.

Gambit shook his head, making his way past Logan. "Everyt'in is fine homme, no worries. Gambit, he tanks you for de help, but he needs to settle back in. Can't sleep wit you forever, non?" It wasn't a total lie; after all he couldn't directly lie to Logan because of the man's senses.

His empathy told him Logan was a little put-out, somewhat upset by his statement. He figured it was because Logan had expected to sleep with him that night.

Taking a room at the other end of the hall, near the stairs, he closed the door. He was tired, lonely. He shook his head. What if I ain't welcomed? It could just be pity.

There was a clock, he noticed, ticking silently on the wall. He watched it go for a moment, quickly losing himself in questions. Maybe Bobby and Warren are right. Maybe Remy ain't good for much else anymore.

Screams made him look up. A few hours had already past. After another bout of shouting and growls, he understood why no one else slept on this floor. Logan was having one of his nightmares.

Gambit curled on the bed. Remy can't go to him. Can't help him. What'll dat homme tink of Remy if he does? Can't. Just can't. Tears began to trail down his face as he forced himself asleep. Finally, after a louder roar, everything stopped. The screams stopped, the growls stopped, everything. Gambit sighed and curled tighter.

He heard his door open, and his body crisped. He was scared of what would happen next. For the first time, he realised he was afraid of the X-Men.

"Hey, kid, you awake?" It was Logan's voice, and Gambit could feel hints of chaotic emotions. "Remy?"

"Yea, homme." His voice trembled. He knew Logan could smell the salty tears on his face.

The door closed and he could hear Logan getting closer. "Look, kid, I know you want to adjust right now, but I was wondering if I could sleep here tonight. Don't rightly know what you did last night, but I've never slept so good."

Remy nodded. Of course, Logan's not here to check up on you, homme. He just needs a warm body, and Remy's it. De Team's whore. "Sure, homme, whatever you want."

He felt Logan get inside, and was surprised when the man seemed to try and keep some distance. Things got quiet once more, and Gambit let his eyes close.