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Title: Only In My Wildest Dreams
Author: Elerina
Fandom: X-Men
Pairings: Some Scott/Remy, eventual Remy/Logan
Summary: After a nasty break up with Scott, Remy decides to get back at him by sleeping with the one person Scott seemed to hate most, Logan. However, Remy's decision ended up having more repercussions than anyone could have imagined.
Archive: Yes, please. Just please email me at JTsumiren18@y... and let me know where it is.
Rating: NC-17
Parts: 1/?
Status: Work in progress
Series/Sequel: None
Disclaimer: I (unfortunately) do NOT own X-Men. These lovely characters belong to Marvel Comics.
Author's Notes: This story is based on the following challenge from the Mpreg Archive.
"Okay, my challenge is this, an X-men MPREG that is Logan/Remy, and Logan is the pregnant one in the story. Also Logan loves Remy and in the beginning Remy doesn't love him and has a one-night stand with him to make Cyclops jealous. It works and Cyclops and Remy end up together. Now the whole time during this Logan is alone and hurting and of course pregnant. Remy doesn't know yet and he finds out near the end of Logan's pregnancy. He tries to woo/win him after he finds another male trying to do the same to Logan; you can choose who the other male is. Soon after he starts to woo Logan he find himself falling for Logan and the idea of having a family with him. Oh Remy has to be together with Logan by the time the baby or babies (you decide) are born, and right after the birth he proposes. As for the rest you decide. I hope someone takes my challenge. Good luck. One more thing The male friend trying to woo Logan has been there the whole time since the one night stand happened."
Warnings: Slash and eventual Mpreg. Somewhat OOC

"Gambit! Where the hell have you been?" Cyclops yelled the second Remy walked in the door.
"I've been busy. Why d' ya wanna know?"
"You've only decided to go off somewhere for over two weeks without telling me or anyone else where you're going or what you're doing. Meanwhile, I've been here worried sick about you, and you don't even bother to call and let me know you're alright!"
"I `ad stuff to do. It's personal."
"I'm so sick of this, Gambit! You just get up and leave whenever you feel like it, with no regard to me or anyone else on the team. All you care about is yourself. It probably wouldn't bother you in the least if something happened to me, would it, Gambit? You'd most likely be quite happy about it because then you wouldn't have this relationship weighing you down anymore!"
"Scotty, you don'…"
"What? Understand? You're right. I don't understand, and I never will, seemingly. It's kinda hard, when you won't talk to me about anything," he sighed, "I'm tired of this, Gambit. I'm tired of not being able to depend on you. I'm tired of having you disappear every time I need you. I'm tired of you hiding everything from me. I'm tired of having a one-sided relationship with you, Gambit… hell, I'm tired of this relationship altogether."
"What are ya sayin'?"
"I'm saying it's over, Gambit. Go and do as you please, I don't care anymore."
"Scotty…" Remy whispered, dumbstruck. Cyclops turned his back to him.
"Just…Get out of here, Gambit."
"Fine," he said, turning on his heels and walking toward the door. He opened it, and then turned to look at Scott.
"I `ope you realize exactly what you're givin' up, Cyclops," He spat before stomping out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

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Gambit walked outside the manor, fuming. He grabbed a handful of rocks and charged them.
"I `ate you, Cyclops!" he screamed as he threw the rocks, watching them explode in mid air.
"Somethin' the matter, Cajun?" came a voice. Gambit sighed.
"Is notin', Wolverine," he replied, turning to look at Logan, "Jus' needed some air."
"Yeah, right," Logan replied, snorting, "You and Slim get in a fight or somethin'?"
"Don' wanna talk about it."
"Fine," Logan said. He knew better than to push the issue. If Gambit wanted him to know something, he'd tell him. Logan looked up in time to see tears running down Remy's cheeks, which he wiped away.
""Oh!" Remy exclaimed, wiping his eyes. "Sorry, Mon ami, must've got sometin' in my eye."
"Sure, Cajun, whatever you say," Logan replied, putting his arm around Remy. Remy just stood there, staring off into space, with only one thing on his mind. He wanted to get back at Scott, to hurt him as much as he had hurt Remy. He wanted to show Scott exactly what he had given up. He wanted Scott to see him with someone Scott hated, and who better to fill that position than Wolverine.
Logan, meanwhile, watched Remy cry silently, his own emotions seemingly at war with each other. Logan had fallen for Remy a long time ago, but kept quiet about it after seeing how happy he was together with Scott. He also wanted to run Cyclops through with his claws for hurting Remy like this. On the other hand, he was thinking that if Remy and Scott were having problems then maybe Remy would dump that prick and go out with him. There was no chance in hell it would ever happen, but that didn't prevent him from dreaming.
Logan was startled out of his thoughts when he felt Remy put an arm around him, pulling him close. He peered up at Remy, confusion etched clearly on his face, only to see Remy smiling at him.
"I jus' wanted to say tanks, Mon ami, fer comin' ta talk ta me. I need a friend right now. I was wonderin' if we could go somewhere quiet ta talk more."
"Sure, Cajun," Logan said, still confused, "Wanna go up to you're room or somethin'?"
"Dat's jus' what I `ad in mind," Remy said, an all-to-familiar glint in his eyes. They walked back into the manor; Remy making sure his arm was around Logan whenever he caught sight of Scott. Once in his room, (and after subtly making sure Scott saw them in there) Remy shut the door and locked it.
"What's goin' on?" Logan asked, annoyed. Remy sighed.
"Scott an' me…we're not togeder anymore."
"What happened?"
"An ol' friend a' mine from New Orleans called an' wanted me ta come down an' `elp him wit' some stuff," Logan raised an eyebrow, "Notin' ta do wit' de guilds, don' worry. Dat part a' my life is over. When I got back, Scott started yellin' `bout how he can never depen' on me, an' `e dumped me." He wiped the tears from his eyes.
"I'm sorry, kid. I can sympathize, believe me."
"I know. Jus'… don' go anywhere, please?"
"Sure thing, kid," Logan said, sitting down with Remy on the bed. "Tank you," Remy whispered, "Tank you for carin' `bout me. I wanna be able to make it up ta you." Without warning, Remy leaned over and pressed his lips against Logan's, kissing him softly. Logan blinked, a slight blush tinting his cheeks.
"Wha…what was that for?" he asked when Remy pulled away. "My way a' sayin' tanks," Remy said, smiling flirtatiously. He leaned over and kissed Logan again.
"You sure this is a good idea, Cajun? After what happened with Slim and everything?"
"I don' ever wanna tink `bout Scott again!" Remy yelled. He leaned in closer to Logan.
"Please, I need dis. I need ta forget `bout him. Please… help me forget."
"Remy, I…" Logan was silenced by another kiss.
"Please, Logan." He began rubbing his hands along Logan's chest. "What exactly are you sayin', Cajun?"
"I'm sayin'… I want you. I want you ta be wit' me."
Logan was struck dumb. Surely, he was dreaming. He had to be. Remy would never ask him to be his boyfriend. This had to be a dream.
However, if he was dreaming, Logan sure as hell didn't want to wake up.
"Ye… yeah, I mean yes," Logan stammered, "Yes, I'll be with you." "Den let's seal it wit' a kiss."
Remy's eyes glinted as he leaned in, capturing Logan's lips in his own. Clothing quickly became an unnecessary obstacle as the two planted kisses all over each other, playfully fighting each other for dominance. Whatever remained of said clothing fell in a ragged heap onto the floor. Logan moaned as he felt Remy's tongue slide down his body, stopping right before it touched Logan's now erect manhood.
"You like dat, no?"
"Damn it, Remy, if you're gonna fuck me, than fuck me and stop teasing."
"Now, what would be de fun in dat?"
Remy's unusual red eyes sparkled with lust as he took Logan's cock into his mouth and began to suck. Waves of heat shot through Logan as his body responded to movements he didn't believe could be accomplished by a human tongue.
"Oh God! REMY!!" Logan yelled as he came, full force, into Gambit's mouth. He collapsed onto the bed, panting.
"Mmmm, you taste good," Remy said, licking his lips enticingly, "You wan' more, or did Remy tire you out?"
"Damn," Logan said, still panting, "You're good."
"Der's more where dat came from," Remy said. He got up off Logan, walked over to a dresser and started digging through it. After a minute, he pulled out a bottle of lubricant and walked back over to Logan.
"You wanna `elp me wit' dis?" Remy asked, kneeling on the bed. Logan smiled.
"Sure," he said, taking the bottle from Remy. He poured some of the lube into his hand and began rubbing all over Remy's quickly hardening manhood. Remy then took the bottle out of Logan's hand and gently pushed him down onto the bed, positioning himself so that he was between Logan's legs. He dipped his fingers into the lubricant and gently pushed them, one at a time, into Logan's entrance. Logan gasped and moaned in response.
"Kid, if you don't do somethin' soon…" Logan began.
"Patience, mon amore. I don' wanna `urt you."
"Trust me, I've been through worse than this."
Remy leaned over and captured Logan's lips in a passionate kiss as he pushed himself into Logan. He waited a moment for Logan to get accustomed to his length before he started thrusting. Logan felt his hips buck up in response. Their bodies moved in and around each other in perfect synchronization.
"Ah! LOGAN!" Remy screamed, coming hard inside Logan. Logan couldn't take it any more and came all over himself and Remy. Remy pulled out of Logan and they both collapsed onto the bed.
"Looks like I'm not the one who got tired out," Logan whispered smugly. Remy glared at him, but was too tired to put any malice behind it. He then fell asleep, using Logan's chest as a pillow.
Logan sighed, wrapped his arms around Remy, and fell asleep himself.
Both men wore peaceful smiles as they slept.


Logan awoke to find Remy sprawled out on top of him. He smiled, then leaned down and kissed Remy's forehead.
"Mornin', Remy," He said.
"Mornin', Cher," came a tired reply. Remy yawned and opened his eyes. He seemed puzzled for a moment at the fact that Logan was there, but then the events of last night came back to him full force.
Logan, meanwhile, had gotten up out of the bed and managed to find his boxers in the tangled mess of clothes on the floor. He pulled them on and turned to Remy.
"Hey, I'm gonna go get cleaned up and I'll meet you downstairs, alright?"
"Sure," Remy said, slightly dazed. He waited until he heard the door close before letting out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.
Remy could have punched himself. What the hell was he thinking? He had just used one of his good friends to get back at Scott. Not that Scott didn't deserve it…right? And Logan…Logan had willingly allowed Remy to sleep with him. Could that mean…Remy shook his head. There was no way Logan had feelings for him. He probably just wanted to get laid. Besides, he's with Scott now, so why would he care if someone else had feelings for him or not. Correction, he was with Scott. Remy felt tears well up in his eyes, which he wiped away irritably. There's no changing the past. Scott didn't want him anymore, and he'd have to live with that. He felt bad about using Logan to his benefit, but that couldn't be changed either. Sighing, Remy stood, got dressed, and walked downstairs.

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After breakfast, Logan began a Danger Room session with Nightcrawler. However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't keep the smirk off his face.
"Vy ze sudden good mood, Logan?" Kurt asked, teleporting next to Logan.
"Mind your own business, Elf," Logan said, still smirking.
"Zis is a momentous occasion. It's not everyday one sees a smiling Wolverine."
"Alright, fine. I swear you're as excitable as Jubilee sometimes," he paused, "Remy asked me to be in a relationship with him."
"Zat's vonderful. But, I thought he vas in a relationship vith Cyclops."
"Apparently, Cyke dumped him. Heh, his loss."
"I am happy for you, my friend. I hope zis lasts a long time for you."
"Thanks, Kurt. Come on, we've still got training to do."

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That afternoon, Remy was on his way to the Danger Room to talk to Logan when he literally ran into Scott. Remy glared at him.
"I `ave noting to say to you," he said, trying to walk past. Scott grabbed him.
"Listen, Remy…" Scott began, but Remy cut him off.
"To what? You're de one who dumped me, remember? You're de one who said you couldn't depend on me."
"I know. I wanted to apologize for my behavior. I overreacted and I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I know I don't deserve it, but I'll make it up to, I promise. I've been so lonely with out you. That's the first time my bed has been empty in a long time." Scott completely missed the look that crossed Remy's face as he continued.
"I guess what I'm saying is will you go out with me again? I wouldn't blame you if you said no, but I had to try. I've missed you, Remy."
"Scotty…" Remy was speechless. All other thoughts left his mind as he reached up and pulled Scott into a passionate kiss.
"I' m guessing that's a yes," Scott said as they pulled apart. Remy just laughed.
"You `ave me, now and forever, Mon amour," Gambit replied.
"By the way," Scott said as they walked away together, "what was up between you and Wolverine yesterday?" Remy hesitated.
"Noting, Scotty," he said, "Noting `appened. Don' worry `bout it."
Neither one noticed two pairs of eyes watching this whole spectacle, one looked on in confusion, and the other looked on in complete and total shock.
"Vait," Nightcrawler said, after Scott and Remy walked out of sight, "I thought you said Remy vanted to be in a relationship vith you."
"So did I," Logan said, dazed, "He said he wanted me to be with him. Did he mean… did he just want one night with me? Did he… Damn it."
"Vhat is it?"
"I've been a complete fool. He didn't want me. He never wanted me. He just used me to get back at Scott. And the pathetic part of all this is I can usually see this type of thing coming. Damn it! Heh, I guess this is all I'm good for, huh? Just to be someone's fuck toy. I can't believe I thought someone would actually care about me." Tears fell, unchecked, down Logan's face.
"You are wrong, my friend," Kurt said, placing a hand on Logan's shoulder, "There a lot of people here who care for you."
"They only care about my ability to fight. No, I've always been alone. Don't worry about me, Elf, I'll be fine. I'm just gonna go for a walk. I'll see you later."
Nightcrawler watched, heartbroken, as Logan walked away from him. He wished with all his heart that he could wipe the tears from Logan's heart.
"You're wrong, my friend. You are not alone. I am here vith you, and I always vill be."

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Remy was standing there, grinning his infamous grin. He then started walking toward Logan with open arms. Logan smiled and reached out for him. Remy looked at him confused before pushing him to the ground "What are you doing?" Remy asked. "You mean noting to me. NOTING! You're jus' an easy lay. Dat's all you're good for. You're life means noting. I'm not surprised no one loves you. You're notin' but an animal."
"Remy…" Logan whispered, trying to stand.
"You mean noting to me. You are noting"
"No…"
"You are NOTING!"

"NO!" Logan yelled as he sat up in bed. H looked around his room, breathing hard.
"Damned nightmare," he said to himself, "You'd think that after a month this would stop buggin' me so much." He pushed the covers off of him and stood, swaying a bit as he did so. All of a sudden he became dizzy and nauseous. He just barely made it into his private bathroom before throwing up in the toilet. He stood, walked over to the sink, and washed off his face. He started taking deep breaths, trying to clear his head. This was the fifteenth day in a row he had woken up sick. Although, he's usually feeling better after about an hour, which is why he's never gone to ask Hank about it. It's probably nothing anyway. After showering, he walked back into his room, got dressed, and went downstairs.

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"Hi, Wolvie!" came a cheerful voice. Logan just shook his head. "Mornin', Jubes. You seem to be in a good mood today."
"Yep. I met this cute guy at the club yesterday and he asked me out on a date this Saturday."
"Have fun," Logan said.
"Oh, here," Jubilee said, handing him a plate, "I made you breakfast." Logan raised an eyebrow.
"You cooked?"
"Hey! I'm doing better. At least I didn't burn it this time."
"You sure about that?" Jubilee punched him gently.
"Just try it. Please, Wolvie?"
"Alright, alright, fine, I'll try it ok?"
"Thanks, Wolvie."
The plate stuffed as much as possible with eggs, sausage, bacon, and toast. It smelled safe, and at the same time the smell caused his stomach to start churning. He shrugged it off and took a large bite of the food.
"Well? How is it?"
"It's not bad, kid. I'm still standing, which is always a good sign." Jubilee mock glared at him. Logan took a few more small bites, and then set the plate down.
"You okay, Wolverine?" She asked, puzzled.
"Yea, I'm fine. I'm just not hungry, that's all."
"You? Not hungry? You sure you're feeling alright?"
"I'm fine kid, trust me."
"Logan, you could have someone stab a knife up to its hilt in your chest and still say that you're fine."
"Who says someone didn't?" Logan mumbled.
"What'd you say?"
"Nothin', Jubes. Don't worry about it." Just then, Logan caught a slight scent of sulfur in the air.
"Mornin', Elf," he said, turning toward Nightcrawler.
"Guten Morgan, Herr Logan," Nightcrawler replied. He then looked at Logan oddly.
"Are you feeling vell zis morning, Logan? You look a bit paler than usual."
"I'm FINE! Why can't you two just lay off? There's nothin' wrong with me, so don't worry about it!" Logan yelled, then stomped out of the kitchen, slamming the door behind him. Kurt and Jubilee looked at each other.
"What's eating him?" Jubilee wondered aloud.

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Logan walked outside, still fuming. He took a deep breath, trying to calm down. He knew they meant well, but he couldn't stand being bombarded with questions like that. All of a sudden, the world around him seemed to start spinning, and he had to grab onto a nearby to keep from falling. After his vision cleared, he caught the scent of sulfur on the air.
"What do you want, Elf?" he asked, annoyed.
"Perhaps you should go see Hank, my friend. You don't appear to be well."
"I already told you, I'm fine! Just leave me alone, alright?"
"I realize you are still hurting from vhat Gambit did to you, but zis is ridiculous. You should not let you're health suffer like zis just because someone broke you're heart…"
"WHAT WOULD YOU KNOW ABOUT IT?" Logan screamed. He suddenly grabbed his head as if in pain. He would have fallen over if Nightcrawler hadn't caught him.
"You are ill, Logan. Please let me take you to see Beast so ve may figure out what is wrong vith you."
"You're really worried about me, aren't you?" Logan asked, surprised, "Alright, fine, we'll go see Beast, but only because you asked me too. He'll probably say the same thing I've been sayin' all day."
"I vould rather hear it from him," Nightcrawler replied. He then took Logan's hand and teleported inside the infirmary.
"Do you vant me to stay vith you?" Kurt asked.
"No offence, Elf, but I'd rather do this alone. Besides, if it's life threatening you'll hear about it." Nightcrawler just shook his head before disappearing in a puff of smoke. Logan walked over to the communicator on the wall.
If he knew Beast as well as he thought he did, then he knew Beast would be in one of four places: the infirmary (which he obviously wasn't), his lab at the manor, his lab at the research center, or out somewhere with Bobby. Logan decided to test his luck and called Hank's lab at the manor, which was three floors down from the infirmary.
"Hank," Logan said into the communicator, "Hank, this is Logan. You there? I need to talk to you."
"Good morning, Logan," came a reply, "How's everything?" "I need you to come up to the infirmary. It's important."
"Logan, are you feeling alright?" Hank asked.
"Sort of. Look, just get up here, alright?" Logan snapped before shutting off the communicator. After a few minutes, Hank walked into the room.
"What seems to be the problem, Logan?" he asked while setting up his equipment.
"I need you to check up on me. I haven't been feeling well lately, and I want to know what's wrong so I can fix it."
"Take you're shirt off and go sit on the bed. I'll be with you in a minute." Logan did as he was told. Hank then walked over, set down his medical bag and began listening to Logan's heart through the stethoscope.
"What are you're symptoms?" Hank asked as he checked Logan's blood pressure.
"I've been gettin' sick when I wake up in the mornin', I've been dizzy an' light-headed, and I haven't been able to eat much. What I do eat ends up bein' puked into the toilet anyway."
"How long has this been going on?" Hank asked.
" `Bout two weeks," Logan replied.
"And you're only coming to me about this now?"
"I didn't think it was anythin' big, or I would a' come to you sooner."
"Well, I can't find anything physically wrong with you, but I'm going to take some blood, just to be sure. You may have just eaten something that didn't agree with you."
"I just wanna know what's up," Logan said as Hank drew blood from his arm. His healing ability made the small hole disappear in less than second. Hank, meanwhile, brought the blood sample over to his computer and started analyzing it. After a few minutes, Hank started looking at his computer screen oddly. He typed in a few things, but he got the same result.
"I don't understand. This cannot be right," Hank mumbled as he continued typing on his computer.
"What's up?" Logan asked.
"I think this computer is malfunctioning," Hank replied.
"What's it sayin'?"
"It says…" Hank hesitated, "It says you're pregnant."
"WHAT?!" Logan yelled.
"Come see for yourself."
Logan walked over to the computer and started reading it. The screen listed his name, approximate age, blood type, amounts of different types of cells in his blood, etc. Logan, however, was only interested in the last line of text, which read: Diagnosis:
Pregnancy.
"I ran the scan three times. It kept giving me this same result," Hank said.
"Shit," Logan said.
"I'm sure this just the computer malfunctioning. I'll fix it later."
"There's nothin' wrong with the computer," Logan said in monotone.
"What are you saying, Logan?"
"I'm sayin' the computer isn't wrong," Logan said. He walked back over to the bed, sat down on it, and buried his face in his hands.
"You are telling me there's a chance that you could be pregnant. How would this be possible? I don't understand."
"They made it so I could have kids back when I was workin' for Weapon X. They said they would use me to carry another weapon if they screwed up with me. They wanted ta use me to breed a whole generation of livin' weapons. Heh, I thought that womb thing would a' dissolved or somethin' by now."
"Forgive me, Logan, but you must admit this is a bit hard to swallow. However, if this is actually the case, then I'll have to run a whole new set of tests on you."
"Whatever you need to do, Hank. I don't care," Logan said, somewhat dazed.
"Lay down, Logan. I'm going to run an ultrasound scan on you."
"Sure," Logan said, doing what he was told. Hank poured some clear gel onto Logan's stomach and pressed the sensor against it.
"Wow," Hank whispered as he looked at the screen.
"What?" Logan asked.
"You weren't kidding, Logan. Look here."
The screen depicted a somewhat blurry image of a strange organ located behind Logan's bladder. Hank zoomed in on it. The organ had a tube running from Logan's rectum to a small hole in one of its walls. What was more amazing was something so small that Hank had to zoom in again in order to see it was attached to the inside of another wall of this organ. Logan reached out and gently touched the screen.
"What do you want to do now, Logan?" Hank asked, slowly coming to believe what he's seeing.
"What do you mean?" Logan asked.
"According to the ultrasound read-outs, you're only about a month along in this pregnancy. So, if you want something done about it, you'd have to do it soon."
"You want me to kill this kid?"
"I want you to do what ever you feel comfortable doing."
"I want it. It's my kid, Hank, and I want to take care of it."
"Alright. Then I want you to come see me once a month so I can check and make sure everything is going well. Also, you're going to have to take better care of yourself. No drinking, no smoking, and no junk food."
"I know," Logan said, getting out of the bed and putting his shirt back on, "Just do me one favor."
"Name it."
"Don't tell anyone about this. I'll tell `em myself when I'm ready."
"That's fine. Oh, Logan," Hank said as Logan began to walk away, "If you don't mind me asking, who sired this child?" Logan stopped at the door, hesitating.
"It's Gambit's" he replied, "And don't tell him, either. Trust me, he's happier not knowing."
"Logan…" Hank began.
"Just promise me you won't tell him."


"…I promise."
"Thanks, Hank," Logan said as he walked out of the infirmary, shutting the door behind him.


The past two months since his fight with Scott past by in a relatively happy blur for Gambit. The days were spent talking and laughing, the nights were filled with passion. Every once in a while Scott would surprise him with an expensive dinner, or some other luxury. Remy could honestly say that his life was perfect…
Well… almost perfect…

As much as he tried, he couldn't seem to get Logan off his mind. He seemed to see him everywhere, always looking at him. Sometimes Logan's eyes were upset, sometimes angry, and sometimes… Remy didn't know what to call that emotion. Logan looked hurt, betrayed, lonely, and yet, at the same time, Logan seemed to almost be wishing him luck with Scott. He didn't understand why Logan would be acting like this, and more importantly, he didn't understand why he cared what Logan thought anyway. Scott was the only one in his life he cared about. And yet… Logan's sad eyes would permeate his thoughts again.
Also, as much as he didn't want to admit it, he felt this instinctual need to be near Logan, to protect him. There was something about Logan that made him seem somewhat vulnerable lately. Remy couldn't place a finger on it, but something was definitely different about Logan. Logan was probably mad at him about that one- night-stand. But, why would Logan still be dwelling on that? It happened two months ago. He wanted to talk to Logan, to sort everything out, but every time he tried, Wolverine would give him a rather nasty cold shoulder. Logan seemed to get more reclusive lately, too. Well, more so than usual. He doesn't even talk to Nightcrawler or Jubilee as much as he used to.
Gambit shook his head, clearing it. Whatever was wrong with Logan wasn't his problem, so why should he worry about it? He would have a big problem, however, if he was late meeting up with Scott at their favorite restaurant. He grabbed his coat and ran out to his black convertible, never seeing the pair of sad eyes watching him from a second story window.

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Logan stood there; refusing to let tears fall as he watched the man he still had feelings for drive off to be in the arms of another.
Logan shook his head as he let go of the curtains. He walked over and lay down on his bed, touching his still flat abdomen gently.
"I'm sorry, Kid," Logan whispered, "for everything. You deserve better than this. You shouldn't have to suffer from my mistakes." He sighed.
"I gotta tell you something. I don't really know how to take care of a kid, so please, bear with me when I screw up. We'll just have to learn from each other, how `bout that? Heh, I bet you're getting' tired of listenin' to an old man ramble on, huh? I guess what I'm tryin' to say is I may not know exactly what I'm doin', but I'm gonna try my best to give you everything," He glanced at the window, "even if I have to do it alone."

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