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Chapter 2

Remy sat in the backseat on the passenger side, completely oblivious to that fact that Logan and Hank were talking about him. He stared out the window blankly, arms folded across his thin chest.

"I say we just shove Jean at him. She'll straighten him out, good as new, eh? Logan said with a toothy grin. Hank saw the wobble of the grin as it slowly faded from his face. Logan had figured it wouldn't fly.

"There are some things the human mind must work through on its own. Jean may be able to patch him up, making him forget and 'good as new' as you say, but whatever did this will be just under the surface, waiting to break free. It will always haunt him. It's best we let his mind deal with this in its own time." Logan sighed in frustration and Hank had to concur. This was going to be a slow process, depending on just how unstable Remy really was. Hank felt certain that there was more going on than they realized.

Hank pulled into a gas station. "I have to use the Little Ape's room." He said apologetically. Logan grinned at him.

After hank left Logan looked at Remy in the rear view mirror. No reaction to anything that had gone of, just glazed eyes staring blindly. "I'm gonna go in and get somethin'. You want anything, kid?" No response. Logan raised his voice. "Kid?" Remy's eyes held a strange expression and Logan didn't much care for it. Logan knew he had been heard, but he still refused to acknowledge him. As Logan got out of the car, he looked back in at him. "Kid?" He said even louder, letting his frustration at Remy's lack of response show. The kid flinched and Logan felt a pang of guilt. He didn't want to do anything that would push the kid further away. He walked inside and bought copious amounts of sugar-laden junk food, hoping he could get some into the boy. That starved look wasn't working for him.

When he got back out to the parking lot, Hank had the back door open. "Remy? Remy? What's wrong, can you tell me what's wrong?" Hank's voice had an edge of fear.

Remy's shirt was covered in blood. His chin was dripping with blood and Logan saw why; the kid had bitten through his lip. His hands were clenched into white knuckled fists.

"Kid?" Logan knelt next to Hank so Remy could see them both. Remy flinched at his words and bit his lip harder, releasing a fresh spill of blood.

"Don't call him that. He obviously has a negative connotation with it."

"Remy?" Logan asked softly. "Open your mouth?" He didn't respond. Logan was getting used to this new behavior. He held Remy's chin in one hand and pried open his mouth with his other. Remy jerked away from him but Logan wouldn't let go.

"Hank, grab some napkins from the glove box." Hank came back and shoved them into his hand. He tried to be as gentle as he would, cleaning as much blood as he could off of him, dropping bloody napkins into Hank's furry palm. Remy whimpered when Logan tried to clean his lip and Logan softened his touch but pressed the napkin there, taking Remy's hand and signaling that he wanted him to hold it himself. Remy watched him and Logan thought he saw a touch of sadness in those red and black eyes, but then it was gone and the blank eyes remained.

"Logan," Hank began once they had shut the door.

"I know." They got back in the car and drove away.

Once they reached the mansion they thought of something.

"How d'ya want to get him in?"

"Well...we don't just want to waltz in there through the kitchen. We might be bringing up emotions people have buried. Someone would try to hurt him in his weakened state. Then there's the added pressure that they would put on him, trying to force him to react, which we must not do." He added, giving Logan a pointed look.

"So it'd be best if we kept him hidden, at least till he's a bit better." Logan asked, confirming

"Yes, I believe so. Should we bring him in through the hanger, do you think? There shouldn't be anybody in there."

"It's supper time anyway, they're all eating."

They didn't notice that Remy had gotten out of the idling car like the silent theif he used to be. When they finally noticed that he was gone, they found him standing under the street sign. Logan heard his voice whispering the street name as though he was trying to remember the way the words tasted. He hi voice sounded hoarse and choked. When Hank looked at him he saw the emotion on his face, the tear filled eyes. He tried to pull Logan away, to give Remy a measure of privacy, but Logan refused to budge. Instead he placed a hand on Remy's shoulder.

"You're home." He whispered in his ear.

The tears spilled and Remy shook his head jerkily. He walked back to the car and left Logan feeling confused.

"He feels as though he doesn't have a home." Hank reminded him sadly.

But at least they now knew that there was someone in there behind the blank facade.