Statistically, the amount of people with soulmarks was only twenty percent of the world's population. Studies had shown that the percentage of getting a single worded soulmark was less than five percent. Remy had a one word soulmark which thankfully didn't fall into the ninety-five percent of "Hi" and "Hello".
The word 'Seriously' was branded on his wrist was loopy and feminine and considering his lifestyle, Remy seriously hoped that his soulmate was not one that was typically girly. He lived a life of danger and explosions and considering his partner was an adamantium reinforced mutant - claws included and they had an uncanny tendency of getting into trouble, it meant that almost 90 percent was living off the shirt on their backs (and Logan losing his shirt or pants or both every damn time). He had no time for a girl that was a creature of comfort or one that walked in the light of day.
Today was no different than any other. They had broken into yet another facility that had been rumoured to had been experimenting on mutants.
Remy flung two cards at the wall, exploding it just as Logan launched himself through the newly-made hole. There were three guards in the room - two humans and one mutant. His claws ripped through the first one. Shrugging the bullets off, Logan stalked towards the other human guard, leaving the mutant to Remy. He made quick work of him and glanced to Remy who made an almost imperceptible nod. They moved in a fluid movement, Remy dive-rolling to the left and Logan stepping forward, yanking the guy's neck before he could blow another breath of fire or so he tried.
"Goddamn fireblower!" Logan swore.
Remy smelt the charred flesh as he headed down the hallway. That'd be the third time in a row that Logan had gotten himself burnt. If Remy didn't know better, he might have thought that Logan had a fetish for burnt skin. Remy mused on that. Logan did like his chickens burnt and they did like to explode things.
He shook himself out of his thoughts and returned back to the thing at hand. There was still no sign of the mutants or experiments that seemed to have been reported to be here. It might be all a hoax. Hoax was good. Remy liked hoaxes. Real results always meant people were hurt… that and transporting them back to the school. Not that he didn't like the school, it's just Logan's pining face for Jean was annoying. Seriously. He could understand one year of that… but three? That man needed to get laid.
So in neither haste nor leisure, Remy, after minutes of searching, finally found the labs where the two women dressed in black whirled around, the smaller one squeaking and the other, a dark-haired girl with beautiful, slightly tilted eyes took battle stance upon noticing Logan behind him.
Logan was menacing on a good day, but Logan that had just gotten out of a battle could be terrifying unless one was used to him. That said, the two women were most certainly not staring wide-eyed at Logan because they were scared of him. Their eyes kept looking up then quickly dropping to the ground so when Remy finally gave in to his curiosity and turned to look at Logan, he found Logan - stark naked and biceps glistening with sweat. He pursed his lips with a roll of his eyes and said, "Pah, did you have to get burnt up by de mutant? Dere are mesdames here, go get some pants on!"
Logan huffed and rubbed a hand over his chin, watching the girls eye his flexing biceps with a wry grin. "I was needing a damn shave. Was too lazy. 'sides the fire blower was too scrawny. Ain't got size for me." He turned to the trembling guard in the corner, giving him a once-over then motioned at his pants. "Take your pants off."
He couldn't remember the last time he had eaten. He remembered the shots yesterday and the poker game. Damn. Did he win it?
Logan growled and the poor guard practically tripped over himself peeling the pants off and ran down the hallway before anyone could dismiss him. Remy sat down at the table with insouciance, munching on the very nice sub that the guard had so kindly left.
"Seriously?" The girl that looked like part Chinese, her dark eyes frowning with skepticism, exclaimed.
The two men stared at her startled. "Well petite, if we're goin' to steal his pants, we migh' as well steal his lunch." Remy smirked as her face paled. "Mon Chere, I neva expected ta meet you here."
"What are you here for?" She took a protective stance before her friend.
Logan scanned the girls as he pulled up the pants that fitted rather snuggly. "You don't smell from here." Logan stepped forward, claws snikting out of his knuckles.
"Dat's ma soulmate dere, Logan." Remy crinkled his nose before continuing, "You know, I'm sure he piss' in dat wen he tore it off."
"Thanks." Logan pointed a middle claw at Remy. "It was a choice of being naked in front of your girlies or this. Which by the way being your soulmate doesn't stop them from being one of them. Here in a desolated lab? There's every chance that they probably are."
Remy knew that as well as Logan but he played it off with a shrug and a laugh. Two girls were hardly menacing, the two battle-hardened mutants would be able to easily subdue them if the need required. But there was a draw to the exotic little girl, a need to protect her that Remy guessed must have been the soulbond trying to complete. Her kevlar vest along with the scruffy battle boots was assuring to him. Beautiful femme indeed, but her guarded look and stance told him she was no fainting damsel. Perhaps it was true that soulmates matched each other perfectly. He hoped that.
His soulmate pushed the other female behind her, chin raised up definitely. "They took a friend of ours."
"So we're saving, killing and destroying?" Logan riffled through the pockets and looked disappointed to find no smokes.
"Who are you people?" the other girl said to Remy. She had a precise English accent, her voice wavering a little with nerves.
"The guys who are gonna get you out of here," Logan replied with a large grin. The other girl stared at him wide-eyed.
"That'll do me, actually," Remy's soulmate said with a sudden grin. "I'm Skye, this is Jemma."
"Enchanté," Remy took her hand, lifted it to his lips gallantly.
Skye's lips parted as she stared up at him, and he might have kissed her properly except at that precise moment, Ward growled at the end of the room. "Get your hands off her."
Remy glanced at the gun in Ward's hand and raised an eyebrow at Skye. "Is he your boyfriend or somedin'?"
"Definitely or something," Skye snapped. "Creepy stalker's a lot closer to the truth."
"Well mon chere," he lazily flicked a card at Ward and Ward flew back, slamming hard against the wall. The wall cracked and crumbled onto Ward's supine form. "I doubt dat he would be anyding to be worrie' about. Ol' Remy's got ya covered." He winked at her, adding, "Literally if you like, but later."
"Holy-" Skye gaped at how Remy had so easily taken out Ward. "I think I like you," she smirked at him.
"Mon Chere, me too." He cupped her face and kissed her; his chapped lips meeting her soft lips. His fingers unconsciously moving up to thread into her hair.
As soulmates go, he thinks he might not mind being stuck with her.
Much later.
Behind them, Jemma trailed behind Logan conspicuously eyeing his bum. "Girlie, you need to be a bit less obvious than that," he guffawed. "Remind Remy to give me a call when he's ready for more smashing."
He hoisted himself onto his harley and was about to rumble off when she tugged on his shirt, opening and closing her mouth several times before saying, "It appears that I have your words on me as well."
She flushed pink and pulled down her collar to show his handwriting on her chest.
"Well I'll be damned. What's the chances?"
A/n: Thank you Ozhawk & LadyWinterLight for beta-ing this chp!