Never Let Go

Logan looked over at his young lover and raised a brow. "Guess we don't have to worry about Mr. Uptight havin' a problem." he said and reached out a hand to the boy. Remy shook his head amused and surprised as he wrapped his fingers tight around Logan's. His unique eyes looked serious as he took a deep breath.

"So...Cher..." he sounded a bit unsure. "You okay with de others knowin'?" he asked hesitantly. "I don't want you to feel awkward, dey are your family." he said and Logan's breath caught in his throat. He squeezed Remy's hand tighter.

"Hey, this is yer family too." he said his voice serious as his eyes focused on the boy with open emotion. "They have fucked up. And I'll be the first to point that out, but I think they are tryin' to make up for that." he brought the thief's fingers to his lips and kissed them sweetly. "Ya don't have to forgive 'em yet, ain't sayin' that. Just believe me when I tell ya, yer a part of this ragtag motley bunch, so don't try to weasel out of it." he smiled and Remy giggled rolling on his side still holding Logan's hand. The older mutant watched the boy for a moment, breathless at his beauty. 'How the fuck did he get so lucky?'

"Don't worry darlin', even if any of 'em has a problem, I don't give a fuck." his blue eyes blazed. "Yer mine now and No One is goin' to change that." he was smiling wide at the boy's big eyed look. "Ya need ta rest, baby." he added and stood to lean over the boy and tuck the blankets tighter.

"I'm goin' to get ya somethin' to eat." he said and bent to press a soft kiss to the sensual mouth. Remy couldn't speak the emotions that were welling in his chest thick and strong.

"K' Cher." he croaked out and blinked up at Logan with glassy eyes. Logan stroked the boy's cheek with a wide thumb before leaving the room.

He made his way to the kitchen where he found Jean and Storm sitting at the table, talking. Both lovely women looked up with expectant faces.

"How is my brother?" Ororo asked with a crease in her snowy brows. Jean looked the feral over and a knowing look entered her green eyes. Scott had shared with her his observations and she had to concur with her husband that it was indeed a good match.

"He's ok 'Ro. Jus' needs ta eat and get some real rest. Blue says his leg will heal up fine if he gives it a chance." he answered as he rummaged in the fridge. He found some cold cuts and set about making his boy a sandwich. The girls were amused by the domestic actions of the fearsome feral. He worked quickly to make a fantastic feast for Remy. There where whispers behind him that didn't go unheard by his sensitive ears. He could hear the soft chuckles and sighed. Without looking back at them he shook his head.

"No comments from the peanut gallery." he said and cut the massive sandwich in half setting it on a plate. He gathered the plate, a ripe red apple and a glass of orange juice. Logan turned to take in the grinning faces. He gave them a nod of his head before leaving the room. There was a burst of female giggling as he left.

***
"I don't know that there is anything we can do to help a psychopath like Creed." Scott said sourly as he sat across from Charles. He didn't like having the mutant in their midst and wanted him gone as fast as possible. Charles studied his student/son and nodded his head.

"I understand, Scott, however we have to try. Other wise we will be guilty of the very things we are fighting against." he spoke calm and even. They watched the feed from the holding cell as Creed paced and snarled while testing the forcefield at intervals.

"I won't let security slip an inch while he is here." Scott said with clenched teeth. Charles nodded his head. Creed slammed his hands against the forcefield in different places looking for a weakness. Scott stood up suddenly, his fit frame vibrating with his pent up emotions. The young man crossed the room and stared out the window. Charles watched him with concern for a beat.

"I agree we must be ready for anything. Essex will be looking for vengeance." he said dryly and turned off the monitor. "How is Remy?" he asked with genuine concern. Scott smirked slightly and cocked his head looking back at his mentor.

"Henry said he will heal fine, Logan is watching over him." he said and Charles gave the young man quizzical look.

"Has Logan finally admitted what we've all known for a long time?" he asked more out of politeness then a real need to know. Scott chuckled and nodded his head.

"I believe they have both wised up. Remy was so distraught when the video came, I thought we might lose him for good." Scott looked out the window leaning on the frame with one arm his mouth turned down in a pained frown. "I didn't think we would find him, let alone with Logan alive." he confessed sounding guilty about it. Charles smiled at the younger man.

"It's understandable, Scott. We all were sure we had looked for every clue. Remy found what we overlooked in our grief and pain." the professor's calming tone set the younger man at ease. "We may love both of them well, but we cannot touch the way they feel for each other." he said sagely. "Remy's unwillingness to let go is what saved Logan this time."

Scott smiled at the view and nodded his head. "Yes, I was thinking if things had been different and it was Jean missing I would have probably done the same Remy did." he said and sighed deeply. "I should go check over the systems. make sure there are no glitches." he said taking his leave of Charles. The older man sat at his desk leaning on his elbows. He had a bad feeling things were going to get worse before they got better.

****

Logan sat on the window seat watching the grounds with his keen eyes. His senses were open wide as he stayed on alert. Behind him Remy slept peacefully, a rumpled lump on the bed that gave forth soft snores. The calm emotions pulsed to the feral over their special link. The fact that his boy was sleeping soundly let his focus wander. He felt restless. He needed to move.

Getting up from his seat he crossed the room to brush back Remy's hair and plant a soft kiss on the smooth forehead. "Be back in a while darlin'." he whispered. The boy shifted in his bedding and made a soft moaning sound but didn't wake. Logan smiled as he moved out of the room.

He walked the halls, telling himself he was just patrolling. All was quiet and still. He checked the rec room and the garage. All was well and he snorted to himself. 'Just like any other night, nothing out of the ordinary.' However when hhis feet led him to the detention block he knew he wasn't fooling anyone. There was one place he was headed and nothing was going to stand in his way.

He sniffed the air catching Creed's foul musk which made his lips curl in a dangerous snarl. Keeping his growls in, he moved down the hall. As he reached the corner a low chuckled echoed around him.

"Jus' couldn't stay away could ya, Runt?" Creed's voice was thick with malice as Logan rounded the corner and stood a few feet from the cell arms crossed on his chest. The Wolverine scrabbled to be set free at the sight of his hated foe. So much more hated now that he knew what the beast had done to his mate.

"I'm makin' sure the trash is where it's supposed to be." Logan answered as Creed watched him. The bigger feral was crouched down in his cell staring at Logan from under his shaggy mane. His clawed fingers tapped the concrete floor absently.

"How's the Swamp Rat? Missin' me already?" he snarled as his hazel eyes glared at Logan. All the answer he got was a deep chested growl. He could see the tension in the smaller feral and it pleased him. Here was something he could work. Lifting his chin Victor showed his teeth in an approximation of a smile.

"He's a squirmer ain't he?" he commented luridly. "Wiggles like a fish and cries like a little girl." he said and laughed deep and dirty. "And can you believe how tight he is for such a whore?" he said shaking his head in mock disbelief. Logan's growl got louder and his arms uncrossed from his massive chest, hands fisted so tight his knuckles cracked.

"Shut the fuck up before I rip yer filthy tongue from yer worthless head." he snapped and bared his own pointed fangs. "As far as I am concerned yer just doin' time here till we ship ya to the feds, keep yer shit to yer self and ya jus might make it one piece." he advised with an arched brow. Victor laughed again and shook his head.

"Ya know ya never change." he said and stood to his feet walking right up to the forcefield. "Ya always were a stubborn ass who couldn't get outta his own way." he said and cocked his head at Logan.

"Ya don't know nuthin' about me so shut it." Logan answered and turned to walk away. Creed grinned like a shark and lifted his voice.

"Oh but I do, I know a lot of things about ya....Yer name ain't Logan, well not yer given name anyway." he said. "James Howlet."

The words made Logan stop dead in his tracks.

"That got yer attention didn't it?" Creed said and licked his lips as Logan looked back at him. Creed strolled around his cell with his hands clasped behind his back. "Yeah, ya started usin' the Logan handle after Korea." he paused and looked over his shoulder at Logan who had turned to face him once more, his expression part rage, part interest and part fear. Victor felt a rush of power.

"Yeah, but that don't matter, I always called ya Jimmy." he said his voice almost softening on the name. "Ya used to trust me." he said and Logan's eyes slit in anger.

"Yer fuckin' lyin'!" he snapped and his claws snkt out as he advanced on the cell. "Ya think makin' shit up is gonna get me to let ya out?" he asked with a slight laugh to his voice. "Yer fuckin' battier then we thought." he said brandishing the metal blades with a vicious snarl.

Creed was amused and gave a chuckle. He leaned against the wall and shrugged his shoulder.

"I don't give a fuck if ya believe me or not, Jimmy Boy. I'm jus' tellin' ya, I Know Things." he said his voice dropping deep as he spoke. "Things yer professor can't tell ya and things yer boy toy can't help ya find." he said and smiled before pushing off the wall and stalking to the cot. He dropped down turning his back to Logan effectively shutting down the conversation.

Logan stood staring at him for a long moment before turning away with a threatening growl. He stalked down the hall, his beast threatening to tear forth. He panted hard as he smacked the button for the lift. He retracted his claws as he stepped into the car. As the door swirled closed he could hear Creed's vicious laughter.