As per usual, I don't own this please don't sue me.

I'll Wait for You.

"Logan?" Storm calls my name so gently. It's the first time she's been alone near me in months and her voice sounds so sweet, like a symphony just barely audible on a late summer breeze.

"Yes, Darlin'?" I growl just under my breath as her just being near me brings electricity to the surface of my skin, my nerves on fire. It's something she does to me, deep and wonderful, but so very wrong. I know I must have the same effect on her as her skin gets moist and her musk starts towards me like a fragrant flower.

"Remy has sent another letter." She pauses as she searches his face. She knows that look. She also knows that unequivocally, his heart belongs to his missing wife, Jean, no matter what his libido says. "I am… I will be here if you need me."

"Did you read it?" I ask, almost pleading that she has, so that I don't have to. The last one had nothing good in it, at least not for me.

"Yes." She tells me simply as her blue eyes look into mine soulfully. Her hand grazes mine as she gives me the letter. "I think you need to read this before you look at me that way. Scott wants to see you later, after you read this, of course."

The blouse she has on gives me just the barest hint of her full breasts, and gets me thinking about our daughter. No her daughter, Her and Bobby's now. "How is she?" I ask.

"I feel you need to read the letter." She tells me as she fails to notice our hands still touch, at least not until the electricity reaches her brain and she lets go immediately.

"Not who I meant and you know it." She's playing stupid to avoid the very present issue between us.

"You've seen her Logan. I don't know what to tell you." She looks down.

"How are you?" I press as I move closer to her, her warmth feeing so delicious on my skin. I'm sure she's blushing behind all that hair.

"I'm as well as I can be, Logan. Please don't come closer." She pleads with me, but still, a longing fills her voice. "I have not the control not to something we will both regret." She reminds me about the letter. "You need to read this."

"I hesitantly unfold the tattered paper and try not to think about how it started.

"Hello, Logan. I hope this meets you well. Jean has had the children. They look like me. She asks for me to tell you she loves you."

I can't help but think of her having to go through that. I know it was for me, but until I read the rest, I'd never known how.

"Mr. Sinister has said he's coming for you, so just be warned. He wants to see how far your feral state goes. He has made mention of leaching the metal off your bones to revert you. By bearing my children, Jean saved you from this, if only by this past year. It was either you or her."

Gambit tells me in the hastily scrawled letter.

"You are next. I don't know if he'll let her go, but it is in doubt. Sinister wants to see how your DNA works with hers in your feral form; it was the reason for what happened to Rachel. You are not safe."

"Is that what Scott wants me for?" I demand as I throw the letter to the ground.

"He feels we should place you where you cannot be reached by Sinister. The things he would do to you…" Storm tries to reason with me as Scott, in his pitiful, thin gaunt form haunches into the room.

"I don't think loosing you, even if it means getting Jean and Remy back is worth the risk." Scott tells him, huddled in a thick sweater, even though it's got to be seventy in here.

"Scott, when I held Jean, I held everything." I tell him, even though I know his mind slips back to Storms little girl, and how I betrayed the very base of everything I had with Jean for the child to even exist. "I know that I've done something wrong, but wouldn't you do this for Emma?"

"I did." He stares at me, with his glasses catching glints off the light above him. "And it wasn't worth it." Scott looks away. I know he's trying not to think about something, whether it was something he'd done himself or something to himself. "I did it just to have one more day with her, and the things that Sinister did to our minds, and our bodies, the things he made us do to each other… I wouldn't even wish that on you."

"Oh, fuck! Scott! He didn't make you do anything to Rachel, did he?" I ask shocked, some oddities about his behavior starting to make sense.

"Nothing sexual, if that's what you mean." Scott stares. "He's not sick enough to make me violate my own daughter. But… the blood…and the…" Scott trails off as though he's turned into stone as he stares off into space. A scared, worried look plastered on his face.

"Scott?" Storm calls his name as he snaps through. "What were you thinking? I was afraid we lost you."

"I saw… You know Rachel lost a baby?" He tells us quickly.

"We know." Storm and I tell him. We never understood why this affected him so badly, but he must have seen it happen. She was probably tied to a table screaming for hours, maybe even more than a day as her body bled, expelling the tissue.

"It had claws already. It wasn't more than an inch big, but it was only an experiment to him. He keeps in a jar filled with some awful fluid. And then, what he had me do to Jean… I told you that you wouldn't want her back… I can't…I can't get over her screams." Scott starts to shake, turning colors, and soon is stooped over a wastebasket vomiting violently.

"Is this what Gambit's having to do?" Storm questions wide-eyed. "Has he done to Remy anything like he's done to you?" She attempts to stroke the fuzz of hair he's got growing back.

"DON'T TOUCH ME! " Scott starts to shriek as he backs away into a corner, shaking like a beaten child, breathing heavily, with his nostrils flaring as he vomits one more time.

Storm coils back, unwilling to cause Scott more stress. "Calm down, Scott!" She lowers her tone and sinks to her knees in front of him. "Just tell me what you can, I won't hurt you."

He brings his shoulders up to his ears and looks around as though demons unseen by the rest of the word threaten to torment him. "I got what happened to me because I refused to hurt her anymore, just don't touch me, please. For your own sake, please."

"I'm getting Chuck." I say as I back out of the room, his eyes following me haunted as I go, but I don't get there. A flash of light, followed by what looked like a dozen naked Nosferatu attempting to rip me apart in transit. When I wake up, my whole body hurts like I never thought a body could hurt. Then I see her. She's wiping the blood and sweat off my body, and she doesn't look as bad as I feared, but she looks different, inhuman almost and then, I see them. Bone claws, and the metal that was bound to my bones sitting in liquid form in a tank next to the table I'm laying on.

I'm not strapped down, which is good, because all I can think about is holding her.

"Jean?" I say with all of my heartache summed up in that one word.

"Logan." She smiles slightly at me. "It's good to see you, but he won't let us stay together long, your regression has already started."

"How long have I been here?" I ask in a voice that sounds little more than a grunting animal.

"Six weeks." She looks away. "You've been through much already. At least he was kind enough to erase your memory of it. But I know."

"About?" Looking at her is making me want to take her right here and now.

"I know about Storm. It's ok. I forgive you, if you can forgive me for what HE'S going to have me do to you." She whispers as though speaking louder will bring him in to do whatever he has in store for her. "He wants to push your healing factor and humanity to its extent, then, he'll mind wipe you and let you go." She pauses as though she doesn't want to tell me the next part. "I had to remove your Adamintium."

"I don't care. Just as long as I'm with you." I sniff at her. Her scents altered, but it is her. I know it.

"He won't allow that, Logan." She holds my large hands. "Not until he's ready for me to bear a child from you. I don't know how long that will be. He won't let it be easy, like I said, he wants to test your limitations."

"Was the Cajun at least gentle?' I've wondered how Sinister would prefer for her to come to carry Gambits offspring and now that I'm here, his scent is everywhere.

"I thought of you every time." She kisses my cheek softly as she holds me like I'm the only way she's ever getting out of here alive.

"What did he have Scott do to you?" I'm curious. My animal mind hasn't clouded that yet, nor my sorrow and compassion. I know that she doesn't want to remember, or she honestly has repressed it.

"Scott was used to punish me when I did something Sinister didn't approve, or he would make him do something to my body if Scott did something undesirable." She sighed as she allowed me to hold her. "But it stopped when Scott failed to impregnate me and Remy succeeded. I don't care about all that now. You're here, things can't get too much worse."

The smell of her hair brought back memories and I just held her until Sinister sent Remy to drag her away from me to attend to the infants forced on the two. I don't recall as to what happened next, but I find myself in a forest, or an elaborate animal cage eating a raw, bleeding rabbit.