two in one day! im tired! i want sleep! oH well! its good to get it done. ithink this degraded as i wrote. sorry about that! i hope it makes sence and turns out okay!

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While Logan and Remy Sat waiting to See Cathryn, the door swung open further and allowed the voices within to carry out into the foyer. The conversation sounded serious.

"Darkness, everything around you is Darkness." Cathryn's voice sounded serious, Remy leant closer listening to the conversation. She wasn't speaking in her usual lilting southern accent and Remy Knew that meant trouble.

"A thousand times goodnight," the sound of some one standing from a chair.

"Eternal darkness," Her voice was not carefree and happy as it had once been. Remy and Logan exchanged glances and listened in.

"But Why?" the man sounded English, a deep commanding voice. there was somethign familiar about his voice. Logan couldn't put his finger on it.

"Why?" this too sounded like a question, as if Cathryn had changed the subject entirely.

"No one knows that answer do they" if she had changed the subject, the man she was taking to hadn't caught on to the fact.

"How can they..." she started.

"If they don't know the question?" finished the man, he obviously knew her though patterns well enough to finish her sentences.

"The question is, why?" again, she sounded as if she was hinting something, guiding the conversation in a different direction without letting him know that he was doing it.

"Why what?" Frustration tinged his voice, he was getting annoyed.

"Just why." Non-committal, no expression, just stating the obvious. Remy grinned, she was deliberatly frustrating the other occupant within the room.

"But that doesn't make any logical sense," he sounded angry now, pushing to gain control of the conversation.

"Sure it does," she spoke as if she was explaining something to a very young child.

"Why?"

"See?" triumph in her voice, he had caught on to what she was saying; now she had to get him to admit to it.

"I don't think your considering what your saying." The denial was evident in his voice; he couldn't believe she had dragged to conversation that way. She had gained power in the conversation. This bothered Remy, Cathryn, to his knowledge, didn't like power.

"I am, I just want to know why?"

"Why what?" The man sounded surprised at the question.

"Why did you do it?"

"Do what?"

"Torture me, all that stuff before." Remy reached out a hand and grabbed logans wrist as the short, angry, feral man moved towards the office door. He knew he remembered the voice. So did Logan it seemed.

"Oh that?" he sounded smug "That was a message to you,"

"What did I do to deserve it?"

"Nothing,"

"So why do it?" a tired tone crept into her voice, as if she had been awake for many hours and suddenly given up.

"Because soon you'll be in charge of a lot of things."

"But I don't want to be," A hand slammed onto the table emphasising what she had said.

"I didn't say you were getting a choice,"

"That's unfair."

"Yes, I suppose that it is unfair."

"So you wanted to exert power over me while you still had the chance?"

"That about sums it up," the man sounded as if this were the obvious statement.

"Get out," a low and dangerous undertone coloured her voice, she almost sounded like Logan.

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Remy felt that perhaps her should go in and do something, apart from hold Logan back. They had realised who Cathryn was talking too at the same time. Her uncle, Sebastian Shaw. Having the door open allowed them to see the shadows cast upon the wall. She was sitting behind her desk; he was standing close to the light source. Hands behind his back. The secretary took the moment to sweep back into the foyer carrying a tray of drinks. She took a look at Remy, holding onto Logan, preventing him from rushing into the office and put the tray on the coffee table.

"They still arguing?" Logan nodded, realising that he was letting his rage get the better of him. He relaxed. Sat back down and picked up the beer the secretary had brought him.

"They've been going for the best part of the last two hours. He wants her to do something, she doesn't. It's always like this between those two." Remy looked at her in surprise.

"You mean dat, he been here before?"

"Sometimes he rings her, sometimes he flies in. today he flew in, landed the helicopter on the roof and broke up on important meeting. He's family so she won't turn him away, still..." leaving what needed to be said unsaid the secretary picked up her cup from the tray and moved back to her desk. Remy sat next to Logan on the couch picked up his coffee stirred in some sugar and took a sip, it was delicious.

"Mmm Merci Cheri, dis coffee is Tre Bein." She nodded at him

"you're welcome sir."

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"Now, now, now, Cathryn you're not in charge yet." He was mocking her she knew better than to react but she couldn't let him think he had won.

"Sure I am," Cathryn's tone was assertive and held a challenge, she had put up with his disrespect enough, it was time to get tough.

"How?" Sebastian didn't sound like he believed her.

"This is my club, this is my place, and I'm in charge of it,"

"And...."

"And I'm throwing you out." Smiling at her Uncle sweetly she moved to call security.

"That's unfair,"

"No it isn't"

"Yes it is."

"Why?"

"There's that question again."

"Well answer it, why is it unfair to throw you out?" she paused waiting for his answer.

"Because I'm family."

"Isn't that the reason you tortured me?"

"Now, Cathryn, you don't need to get mad at me."

"Oh I'm not mad at you Sebastian."

"So what's the knife for?"

"See that's the funniest thing," her tone changed, a darkness to it; Sebastian began moving towards the door.

"What is?"

"I don't know what the knife is for."

"Why not?"

"I haven't decided yet."

Sebastian realised he was trapped; "Now look here girl I am the blac..." he backed into her desk and she steped inside his comfort zone, placing the knife against his neck.

"Don't call me girl." Cathryn smiled up at her uncle, but her voice remained commanding and dangerous.

"Niece would you kindly remove the tip of your knife from my neck?"

"Let me think... NO"

"Why not?"

"I don't wish to."

"I'll get you for this." The threat was empty, and he knew it was. Made because he was afraid of her. Because she was winning.

"You already got me for this Sebastian," she was ofcourse reffering to the torture he had inflicted upon her perviously.

"True, now, can we discuss business?" glad to bring the conversation back to the start Sebastian ploughed ahead. Hoping that she would sit down and listen to him.

"No" no such luck for him, he sighed

"Why not?"

"Because I told you, I'm through with you and everything you represent."

"I wont let you do that."

"You don't have a choice."

"Why not?"

"Because I said so."

"You? What power do you have?"

"I have the power to kill you, right here and now,"

"You wouldn't dare."

"Yeah Sebastian. I would, that's why you're squirming."

"I'm not afraid of you." The idea was preposterous, he was offended.

"Really?" Cathryn looked thoughtful, she was on to something.

"Not at all,"

"Why are you shaking then?"

"Ahh, there is that word again."

"Then you are afraid of me."

"Your nothing to be afraid of." He meant this to hurt; he wanted to hit a nerve. He did, because she pressed the knife a little harder on his neck.

"Aren't I?"

"No. Your nothing to me. Just like your mother." Sebastian saw the rage cross over his nieces eyes and shut his own eyes, realising he had gone too far. She was going to kill him. The knife never cut Sebastian; Logan grabbed it from Cathryn's hand seconds before she had the chance too. She turned to face Logan in surprise he threw the knife and it stuck into the desk.

"You don't want to kill him short stuff. Blood is hard to get out of white carpet."

"Yeah I know. I had to move my desk to cover the stain." As Logan hugged Cathryn, Sebastian took the time to slip out of the office. Running into Remy, who started an argument with him on sight. Luckily for Sebastian a southern accent interrupted their bickering.

"Remy?" turning from the short angry one Remy noticed the black clad figure moving towards him, ignoring Sebastian Remy opened both arms wide and swung Cathryn from the ground into a big circle. She giggled at him and slid into a hug, much to Sebastian's displeasure.

"Cajun what in tarnation are y'all doin' here?" Her southern accent back in place Remy placed Cathryn on the ground and crossed his arms over his chest, trying to look angry with her. It didn't work.

"Remy takin' his Cheri on a date petite. You 'member Rogue?" Cathryn raised an eyebrow and looked at Logan.

"Ah see she knows you well enough to bring back up. Where is she?" As Cathryn and Remy bantered Sebastian began to sneak away, he reached the stairs and sauntered down them, happy to have escaped bleeding over his shirt. Even if it was black. Cathryn let him go, she eyed Remy and Logan suspiciously.

"What are y'all doing up here anyway?" Cathryn's secretary, who had been watchign the events unfold from her desk, suddenly became very busy elsewhere. Cathryn grinned, reakising that her secretary must have told Eric to send up someone the Cathryn knew.

"Looks like everyone's been looking out for me. Hell even Victor dropped in to tell me to sleep." Pulling her hair out of its ponytail before the two men could answer Cathryn shook her head and let her hair go messy.

"Well, lets go party guys. It's not even two AM yet." Taking the lead, Cathryn bounced down the stairs calling back over her shoulder to her secretary, telling her to go home. Logan paused at the top of the stairs and turned to Remy

"Look Cajun I don't know what's going on. But when we get back to the institute, you and I are going to have a long chat about what you haven't told me and chuck." Remy nodded, grinned at Logan and they followed Cathryn down into the darkness of the club.

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