Thanks to everyone for reviewing! I should be updating more and hopefully finishing more starting at the end of June (school just takes over your life doesn't it?) Just a warning, The last part of this chapter will be a little…raunchy with mature content not suitable for younger readers, let's say that. So if you're uncomfortable with that, don't read the end. Okay? Just giving you a fair warning. I might even rewrite the end.
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Remy entered Leah's room, dragging his tired body. It was early in the morning and he had been out for hours with the X-men trying to hunt down the people who had drugged Leah and stolen her blood. They had a few leads, but hadn't found anything solid. Eventually, the Professor had ordered them back for some rest and with plans to resume the search in the morning. Remy learned with disappointment that she was still unconscious.
"Alright cher, it time ta get up." Remy joked, taking a seat by her bed. "What you dink yah do'n, just laying in bed all day while dere work ta be done."
Wearily, he rubbed his tired face before taking her still, but warm hand. He loved her hands. Her fingers were long a feminine, with maintained nails. Her tanned skin was lovely and soft on the back, and slightly rougher on the palms from the calluses she earned in training. They suited her. Beautiful but not delicate. Capable.
The fact that he spent so much time thinking about her hands instead of other certain parts most males consider on females, was proof of how much he cared for her.
"Don't yah know what you do ta me?" Remy whispered, wrapping his fingers in her black and white hair. "You my girl petite, Ah don't know what Ah'd do without you."
He have never seen her so serene looking…
Softy, as if not to disturb her, he moved to lay down beside her on the bed. He held her still body next to his and whispered to her in his native langue.
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Remy awoke with a start as someone coughed loudly. He opened his red and black eyes to see Hank standing in the doorway with his arms crossed over a clipboard.
"Beast, mon ami." Remy greeted, slightly sheepishly.
"Good morning, sleep well?" Hank asked with a tiny smile.
"Not too bad," Remy said, getting out of Leah's bed. "Didn't mean to spend the night here."
"I'm sure." Hank said. "I just thought it would be better to wake you up before Logan got here. Fathers have this tendency to be displeased to find a man in their daughter's bed."
Remy shot him a sheepish grin. "Thanks homme, Ah owe yah one."
"You can pay me back by getting out of here for a little while. You should get some breakfast before the debriefing." Hank suggested.
"Ah don't want to leave her."
"I understand, but she's not going to wake up any sooner if you starve yourself. And besides, Logan and Storm need some time with her as well."
Remy nodded, grudgingly. Just because he never had parents who cared, didn't mean Leah doesn't. She was obviously their world.
Just as she was becoming his.
Man that thought scared the hell out of him.
"Alrigh', alrigh', Ah'm outta here. Yah want me ta bring yah some breakfast or coffee?" Remy offered.
"No thank you." Beast smiled before he headed out the door with his clipboard.
Remy bent down gracefully and kissed Leah's forehead. "You get better soon petite, yah hear?"
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Again the day was being spent searching for the intruders. They had little to go off of, just what Logan could pick up from Leah's room. The X-men even confronted SHIELD to see if they were behind it, but after much searching and mental probing, that proved to be a dead end as well.
Remy, Jean, Angel and Logan were all part of one team. Hank, Scott, Psylock and Storm were another. It was almost eleven o'clock when Hank radioed in from their jet that they were turning back for the night (much against Storm's complaints).
"Merde." Remy swore, banging his head against the back of his head rest.
"You can say that again." Jean muttered, rubbing the bridge of her nose tiredly.
"We'll try again tomorrow. Start fresh." Angel suggest, earning him hard glares from his team mates.
"I'm up for staying out for another couple hours." Jean offered.
"What's the point? We have no leads. We're just flying around with our heads up our asses right now." Angel countered. He was tired and letting it get the better of him.
"Someone has their head up their ass at least." Remy muttered, making Angel glare at him.
"You guys clearly aren't thinking clearly. We have nothing and we've done everything short of doing a google search for these guys!" Angel said angrily.
Jean, seeing tensions were building, stood and laid a gentle hand on Angle's shoulder. "You're tired Warren, lets get you come coffee, okay? And then we'll decide what to do."
Jean lead Angel away to where they kept their supplies.
Logan, who had been quite till now, looked over at Remy from the pilot's seat.
"Don't tell me you're messing around with your phone now Gambit." Logan growled.
"No, Ah ain't mess'n 'round. Ah'm tak'n birdbrain's advice." Remy answered as he typed on his phone. "We've been assum'n dese guys are pros. What if dey ain't? Anyone with da gift of prophecy or da money to buy secrets know 'bout Leah's blood. What if it just some guys loo'n for a quick buck?"
Jean reappeared with mugs for everyone. "What are you talking about?"
"Listen, Ah know thieves. Even more, Ah know dumb thieves. Any pro woulda taken Leah. Dese guys weren't dat good, so dey just took her blood." Remy insisted, still typing away at his phone.
Jean exchanged a look with Logan. "I suppose that's a theory…"
"Look, Ah Google searched 'cures for mutations'. A lot of spam came up, but look here, dis was posted on Craigslist yesterday morning. "Miracle cure for any mutation", and it goes on 'bout the price and limited quantities. Dey even have the picture of some syringes with blood in 'em."
"Remy, this could just be a coincidence." Jean said gently, as though wanting to stop him from getting his hopes up.
"No! Ah dink dis might be a real lead! De sellers are from New York. And look! Dey also posted this add for 'the best sleep agent imaginable, not available in drug stores'. Ah'm tell'n yah, Ah dink dese are our guys!" Remy insisted.
Jean looked to Logan. "What do you think?"
Logan sighed. "I think I'm desperate enough that I'll try anything. Get me the coordinates."
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This was the weirdest feeling ever. Whatever this drug in my system was, I hated it more than I've hated anything else! And that's including black licorice, paper cuts, the Toronto Maple Leafs and Jersey Shore! It kept me paralyzed and almost in a trance. I continued to dream, but at times I think I was awake. I could almost sense what was going on around me. If someone was touching me, if someone was talking nearby. But it was so hard to focus! It was like I was drowning and the drug continued to pull me under. I wonder if this is what comma patients feel like, or if they are truly unaware of anything around them.
But as time went on, I began to feel the drug leave my system. I began to dream less and concentrate more. I was able to feel my body again. And eventually, I was able to move.
With effort, I finally opened my eyes (and they were all crusty. Gross).
The room was really dark, but I could tell it wasn't my room. I guess they moved me down to the MedBay. Clumsily, I rubbed my eyes.
Once clean, they saw a figure standing across the room. It was still dark, so I could only see his (pretty sure it was a guy) silhouette. But I'd recognise my tall, trim Cajun.
"Hey." I croaked. Ew, seriously not sexy smoker voice going on right now.
I saw a flash of light as he smiled and came to my bedside. He poured me a glass of water and helped me into a sitting position so I could drink. I greedily drank two full cups.
"Thank you." I said gratefully. I took his hand and pulled him down so he sat on my bed. "Where's my mom and dad?"
He paused, as if he had to try to remember how to talk. "They, dey asleep. It's three in the morning."
I frowned at the news and looked over to the glowing red letters on the clock that sat on the bedside table and saw that he was right.
"Your voice sounds funny." I said unsurely.
He laughed, but it sounded forced. "So does yours, petite. Late nights can do weird things to your voice."
Okay, fair enough. But still, there was something weird about it. I hoped the drug hadn't affected my hearing.
"You shouldn't be down here, this late. You need sleep too." I said softly, squeezing his hand. "Its sweet, but you shouldn't miss sleep because of me."
"I had to make sure my girl was okay. I wanted to be here when you woke up." Remy said, squeezing my hand back. "I'm so glad you're okay now. You don't know how worried I've been. Don't ever get drugged again, okay?"
I laughed, but it turned into a cough (there was still sleep gunk in my throat). "I'll try not to."
He smiled again. "You look so beautiful right now."
He leaned forward and kissed me fully on the mouth. For a moment I let him, but then I pulled away.
"Remy, I'm disgusting right now! I haven't even brushed my teeth." I said self-consciously, as I tried to straighten my bed head hair.
He shook his head, smiling. "You've always been beautiful to me."
He leaned in again to kiss. He molded his mouth to mine and entwined his hands in my messy hair. His kiss was so hungry and rough, not his usual playful but firm method.
I guess he was just glad that I was finally awake.
I was just about to break away again and ask how long I was under for when he got more…adventurous. Gracefully, he moved over me, so that his knees were on either side of my hips. With ease, he maneuvered us both so that we were down flat with him laying on top of me.
Okay, so he was very glad I was awake…
He removed his shirt and put his hands on the bed above my shoulders. He smiled down at me.
"Hello, petite." He purred.
"Um, hi." I squeaked. He laughed and lowered himself so that he could kiss my neck. "Um, Remy? Remember how we talked about this?"
"Bout what?" He asked, his voice muffled by my neck.
"About…waiting." I clarified.
He didn't acknowledge I said anything but instead used his knee to spread apart my legs.
"No, Remy, I'm serious. Stop." I said sternly, bringing my legs back together. He did it again, laughing. Which made me angrier. I had just woken up from a mini coma! I was in no mood for this!
I tried to get up, but he pushed me back and pinned me with his arms. Remy's strong, but so am I. Or at least, I usually am. My muscles were like Jell-O right now! I struggled, but I couldn't shake him.
"Its just me, cher, why are you getting so defensive?" He purred in my ear, slowly lifting my shirt. "Just let things happen. Let me show you how much I love you."
"Remy, stop it now!" I was almost yelling now.
His eyes widened and he looked to the door to make sure no one had heard. He then put his hand over my mouth.
"STOP!" I tried to scream, but his hand muffled me.
"Its okay Leah." He said quietly, unzipping his jeans.
Too far. Much too far.
With what little strength I had, I nailed him right between his legs. He let out a groan and fell on top of me in pain. With a great effort, I shoved him to the ground.
"Hank!" I screamed as loudly as I could, praying he was spending the night in the MedBay.
Remy stood, clutching his sore parts. He growled down at me, his eyes hungry.
"HANK!"
My godfather burst into the room, looking tired and dishevelled. "Leah, what's-"
Remy ran from the room, shoving past Hank. Not expecting it, Hank fell to the ground.
"What on earth?" Hank gasped. He glanced down the hall and then looked at me. "Leah, what's wrong?"
Now that he was gone, I felt myself lose it. I began to shake and my breaths came faster and shorter. Tears leaked down from my eyes.
"He-he," I stuttered.
"Shh, shh, it's alright. I'm here now." Hank hurried to my side and sat on my bed. He wrapped his giant, hairy arms around me and rocked me as I cried.
I hate crying.
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