After The Case

Disclaimer: Marvel Comics and 20th Century Fox own the rights to Logan, Remy, and Jean-Luc. I own the rights to the other characters in the story. No harm intended, no money exchanged, simply for pleasure and entertainment. sisterwine75@hotmail.com

Jean-Luc sat across from a very quiet and brooding Remy for almost 15 minutes before asking what was wrong. "You get a phone call, you go to the bathroom, and you come out more uptight den when you went in. Remy, is dat Ramsie in dere?"

Remy sighed but didn't look up from his plate of fettuccini. Taking another bite of his garlic bread, chewing and swallowing, Remy gave a nervous exhale through his nose and finally met his father's eyes. "Poppa, Keith was only here to make me come back wit' him. Like I said, dis ain't so easy to be over wit'. He ain't used to bein told no."

Finishing chewing his bite of veal, Jean-Luc set down his fork and wiped his mouth with his cloth napkin that had been draped over his right thigh and stared calmly at Remy, trying to read him for the truth. Draping the napkin back over his thigh, Jean-Luc sat back in his seat and thought about the new information. "Dis young man is still after you, hehn? Persistant. You want to get back wit' him?"

"Non."

"Why don't you take Logan to de lake an' talk to him?" Jean-Luc knew Remy would glare the way he did after he said it but Logan was just as involved in Ramsie's arrest as Remy was.

Remy only glared at his father and took another bite of his lunch.

Jean-Luc checked his watch, casually, before taking another bite. "I'm orderin you to take a holiday, effective tomorrow. I don' care where you go but I don' want to see you until you sort dis out." He didn't look up to see Remy's reaction, who only continued to eat his lunch in silence.

Remy shifted. "Poppa," leaning in closer and lowering his voice, "Logan an' I would always fight for control. Dat was one thing dat drove him away. Two, I live here, he lives dere. He ain't gonna quit for me, an' I ain't gonna do de same for him. Two different lives." Finishing his meal, Remy took out his billfold to pay for the bill when Jean-Luc stopped him. "Den, I pay for the tip. One way or t'other, I'm puttin money on de table."

Calling the waiter over with the bill, Jean-Luc pulled out his billfold and paid for the meal on his credit card.

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Leaving the restaurant, walking to Jean-Luc's car, Remy was stopped by his father stopping beside him and staring at an object on the hood, under the passengar's wiper. Jean-Luc said nothing, only gave Remy a knowing look before walking around to the driver's side and opening the door.

Remy's first thought was to rip it out of the wiperblade and throw it on the ground. He knew that his father would have something to say about littering, even with a single rose, so he kept it with him as he climbed into the seat beside his father. The entire way back to the office, Remy stared at the petals of the brilliant red flower he twirled between his first finger and thumb.

Pulling into the parking space, Jean-Luc placed the car in park and shut the engine off before looking over at Remy, who hadn't moved. "Remy, he was an assignment. He was arrested, served his time, now he's stalkin' you. Dis young man don' know when to stop. Go down to the court, get a restrainin order, den get away from here. Ain't no one gonna say you were wrong. But, I warn ya, you do dis before you do anythin' else. If he's still harrassin my chile, when you get back, you bot' ain't gonna like me. You'll fine yourself out of a job. Ca va?" Placing his right hand on the back of Remy's head to nudge him out of his daze, he smiled and let go as Remy nodded. "Good. Take time to collect yaself, but be upstairs 'fore de meetin in 10 minutes." Jean-Luc tossed the keys onto the driver's seat as he exited the vehicle, and shut the door, tapping the roof in farewell.

Remy sat there for a moment and stared at the rose. Another moment rolled by before he undid his seatbelt and pulled his billfold from his back pocket to flip it open and stare at the small gold badge pinned just opposite his ID.

A classical tone startled him from his jacket pocket.

"Oui?"

"Did you get the rose I left you?"

"Yes. Stop followin me, or I will use force."

"Remy, all I want is to talk. We used to talk well together now, all of a sudden, you don't even bat an eye at me. Tell me what's goin' on, please."

Remy wasn't really wanting to hear his name being said but wasn't in a position to physically do something about it. "Logan, dis is harrassment. I ain't leavin my job for you, and you aint gonna leave for me. Dis ain't gonna work. F'get it." Before the reply came, Remy hung up and opened the door to go upstairs, tossing the rose into the trashbin as he passed it. He felt horrible about yelling at Logan like he did but he had to say it or be terrorised by his words all night.

The entire elevator ride up to his office floor, he thought about what Logan had done that fashioned Remy to give such an outcome. Perhaps he would give an apology after the meeting. he had been so frazzled lately that, if it hadn't have been for Jean-Luc to correct his actions, he wouldn't have cared who he hurt.

When the doors opened, he replaced his poker-face facade and entered the Conference Room with a half-hearted smile before sitting down next to his coworker at the long, polished oak table.

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The phone rang and rang and rang. Maybe Remy had gone too far, this time? He was just about to hang up when a click and a strained voice answered.

"Hello?"

"Logan? Did I wake you?"

"No, I was just restin my eyes. What's up?"

Remy hesitated for a moment. He wasn't good at these kinds of things. "I uh- just wanted ta say 'sorry' for earlier. Dealin wit' alot right now."

"No problem, kid."

Remy could have kicked himself. "Listen, um- if ya got a day or two, why don' ya come down and we can talk, ne?"

There was a long pause on Logan's end. "Yea, I'll take the weekend off and hop on down there. There's a few things I think we should discuss, too."

"Oui. See you dis weekend?"

"Yea. Night, kid." Logan hung up and lay there, on the sofa, staring at the darkened ceiling.

Remy spent the next day and a half trying to figure out how to make it up to Logan, correctly. He knew that Logan's "weekends" were on Sunday and Monday so, he spent Saturday washing his car and cleaning house before the storm hit Saturday night. Come Sunday morning, he would be ready for whatever Logan could think of as apology.

TBC.

(Tie-in chapter: Rainin' On Sunday)