Mutant Experiments

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SUMMARY: Immediately after Logan was infused with adamantium skeleton, he is kept in an isolation ward. There, he meets a young man who is also a prisoner, but for another reason. Logan soon finds out just what the boy's story is.


"Well, Logan, the experiment was a success. Remy has passed the test and is on his way to becoming one of our newest breeds of parents. Of course, you deserve credit as well. I thank you for taking part in our--" The doctor's words were silenced immediately as a look from Logan sent a chill down his spine.

Logan sat on his bed and sneered at the man in the labcoat. "Cut the shit. Where's the kid? You said after the 'test' he'd be back. Where is he?" His hands itched to tear something or someone apart. His knuckles hurt worst of all, inbetween and underneath the surface. He had tried scratching and clawing but, the wounds seemed to remain as long as a few breaths before they vanished.

Once again the doctor found himself humbled in the man's presence, by fear. Logan had certainly made himself seem intimidating in the most slightest of ways. He had to distract himself from the thoughts of being ripped apart by the six silvery claws that dwelled inside the fierce flesh. He went back to taking notes and clearing his throat while taking a step or two back from the glass. Centering his glasses on his nose, he jumped as a big left fist came at him and hit the glass. Swallowing and regaining his composure, the doctor smiled and tried to calm the man down.

"Now Logan, why don't we set up -"

"Why don't you just shut the Hell up?" It was said under his breath but it had been loud enough for the doctor to remove his reading glasses and stare at Logan as he waited for him to finish his remark. He continued. "I ask a simple fucking question and I get shit in return." Waiting a moment to make sure he had the doctor's full attention. "Either I see the kid, or I'll find a way to break every slimey bone in your pathetic body, inch by inch. How's that, doc?" Head down and staring up through his eyebrows, Logan intensified the statement by sneering and growling.

"Well, I will certainly take that under advisement." Doctor Sterlong swallowed again and tucked his glasses into his left breast pocket before wishing Logan a "good day" and hurrying as normally as he could, down the hall.

Logan growled a little louder and punched at the window before turning and going back to his workout. His body was set on the push-ups and sit-ups but his mind was focused on the wiry Cajun they had been keeping from him. The pace increased as did his short temper with the situation.

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Remy sat up and cringed in pain, immediately. His stomach hurt but, it wasn't him that hurt. The thing inside him was moving and stretching about. He groaned and pushed himself off of the cold metal table he had been laying on, to try and walk around. "Shh shh shhh petite." He didn't know why he said it but, he had been willing to try anything to stop the hurting.

The scientists on the floor had promised him he could go and see Logan but, so far he was only led in circles. Hourly, they would come in and check his vitals and every hour he would ask the same question. None had given their time to escort him downstairs to see Logan. So, they kept him in an examination room, dressed in a hospital gown that tied in back. They had been poking and prodding him for the past week and he was getting tired of it. It was embarrassing enough that he had to remain in the gown for a top and given maternity bottoms when he was cold but, the most embarrassing thing Remy could not get over was the full exams of checking on the child inside. It was painful during the ultrasounds and taking the fetus' temperature.

The door opened and a man in a white labcoat came in and began writing in a folder on his clipboard. He was short and gray haired and paid little or no attention to Remy at all. "Well, Remy, about four more months and we should be ready for our new arrival." Doctor Sterlong was the head of the program and the lead physician on several other programs.

Remy had been pacing the width of the room when the doctor walked in, and stopped abruptly before running into him. "When can I see Logan?" That had been his only question for nearly 4 days. He hadn't cared about anything else. Since they had taken him away, he hadn't felt safe around anyone.

Looking a bit tired of hearing the same question, Sterlong avoided answering completely. "Why don't we get started on your vitals? They looked a bit abnormal yesterday and this morning. On the scale, please, Remy."

Remy didn't move.

Sterlong sighed. "Remy, the faster we get the tests done, the faster you can rest." He glanced up from his notetaking and stared blankly at Remy.

"Not until I see Logan." Folding his arms and planting his feet, Remy was bound and determined to get what he wanted.

This time the doctor stopped writing all together. Remaining calm and quickly thinking of each next minute, Sterlong decided to answer the question. "I'm sorry, Remy. Logan has moved on and doesn't wish to speak to you. I know through the glass and your brief encounters, he seemed special but, my boy, he was against the idea of a visit." The doctor had been back and forth to see Logan and had notes of each conversation but, he wondered why Remy was so attached to the small, hairy man and no one else.

Remy twinged. "I don' believe it."

Sterlong grew annoyed. "On the scale, Remy. Or, do I need to call an orderly in here again?" Taking pleasure in Remy's defeat, Sterlong watched as Remy dropped his anger and stepped up onto the scale. "There's a good boy."

After the vitals were read and Remy was taken back to his room, he began to pace again. "Logan wouldn' say non to Remy. Non! I don' believe it." He argued with himself. Remy was having doubts long before he heard them voiced. But, he had chosen not to believe them.

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As the months passed, Remy became unattached to the baby as well as his surroundings. He han't seen Logan since the confirmation, nor had he been allowed any other contact with any of the other people that weren't doctors. He was placed in an isolation room with IVs for blood, food, restroom, water, all to force him to stay healthy.

Doctors came in and out of the plain white room too frequently for him to try anything. After the time he had tried something, he was restrained by the wrists and ankles but made as comfortable as possible. They had brought in a television with vcr for him to watch, and a small cd player as he had requested some artists to listen to. He was not to have any contact with anyone other than a doctor so, he was fairly happy about no guards coming to visit or nurses giving him a twisted look at his condition.

Doctor Sterlong, his younger male assistant, and an older doctor spent two days a week, for several hours, giving Remy checkups and asking him various questions to which they received little or no answer to. Each one took turns poking and prodding and pressing and listening to the baby as well as Remy's vitals.

"Glad to see you've improved from last week, Remy." Sterlong stood to the left of the bed and smiled down at Remy, who stared blankly at the shut off television. "I think, in another month if you behave, Logan might even join us for the delivery. Wouldn't that be nice?" He stood there a moment and looked closely at Remy for any sign of life, there was not even a spark at the mention of Logan's name. "Don't tell me you've forgotten all about your long lost love, Logan? He'll be heartbroken."

Remy blinked but didn't move his eyes to meet the doctor's. "Just a lie. You keep sayin 'Logan comin', 'Logan comin' but ain't seen him yet. Go away." His stare had begun to burn a hole through the blank television screen and with another blink, he closed his eyes for a nap as the room door closed behind the three men. Inhaling slowly and releasing slowly, his mind wondered as he pictured himself in the delivery room and seeing a room full of doctors, and just before he went into labor, someone strong held his hand. It was almost slow motion as his head turned to his left to see Logan sitting on a stool, next to him, and smiling. A cold tear slid down his cheek and made a silent splat on his cloth gown. He was back in his own room and Logan was nowhere in sight.

Awhile later, Sterlong's assistant came in with a video tape for Remy to watch. "Doctor Sterlong and I thought you would like to see this. We think this might cheer you up." He slid the tape in and pushed play, standing back to watch Remy's reaction from blank to wide-eyed hopeful looking expressions. He was not much older than Remy but certainly well into his thirties. Short blond hair that curled slightly as he sweat from the hot lights and walking the floors. Thin-rimmed glasses that softened a thin framed face and brightened hazel eyes. He was tall and well muscled for his job. The nametag beside his left lapel read "James".

Remy stared at nothing but Logan as the brawny man growled and snarled and walked about his small cell. When the fifteen minute clip was over, Remy's expression resembled something of utter shock that the object he had wanted, was gone. "Lo- Logan. Where he go?" The look on his face as he looked from the blank screen to the assistant became pleading.

Doctor James came to sit at the edge of his bed and lean closely to Remy. "If you're a good boy and let me give you a bath, I'll see if Doctor Sterlong will agree to let you have a live feed to Logan. But, you have to behave." It had been in a tone of somewhat condescending to Remy but it had the right amount of civility to make Remy agree to behave during his bath. "Good." James was the only one who had been lucky enough to get Remy to behave during his exercises and baths, bribing him with special treats and snips of Logan such as a tuft of hair, or a picture. He had struck gold as Remy was on his best behaviour with a promise of a live feed to Logan's cell.

Something in his gut gave Remy a foul taste in his mouth and told him that he would never be allowed to have what he was promised, however if he didn't behave, his chance at ever seeing Logan again would disappear completely. "Would he know dat I can see him? Maybe, wave?" He asked as he sat upright in the portable cloth bathtub and let James soap his hair and rinse it clean.

"He might. Would you like him to wave to you?" Pouring a small puddle of conditioner into his hand and rubbing it into Remy's hair, he sat behind him and made small glances at Remy's bare body, his stomach in particular. Finishing with the bath and helping Remy out to stand and dry off before putting on a clean gown, James took note of the several small bruises on Remy's stomach. "How did those happen, Remy?" Pointing them out to the young man as well as running his right thumb lightly over each bruise on Remy's left side.

Remy looked down and thought about how they got there. "Dey're from de stretch marks. De t'ing kick and it itches." His hair had grown quite long and he refused to let anyone cut it, so, he pushed it out of the way of his eyes and waited for a hairtie after fully drying it. His gown was fastened behind him by Doctor James and then his hair was gathered and tied back before they started back to his room, down the hall.

When they arrived to his room, Doctor Sterlong was waiting for them. "Ah, Remy, did you enjoy your little treat of Logan?" He smiled smugly to himself as he had finally gotten what he had wanted out of the Cajun; co-operation.

Remy had been smiling and chatting with the assistant all the way down the hall but the smile faded as his eyes met Sterlong's. He was too tired to fight and knew what he would receive if he didn't co-operate so, he nodded and replaced his smile as he was helped up onto the bed. "Yes. Merci." He was helped to lay down and only sighed his annoyance as he was strapped down again.

"Good, good. I have another big test for you, on Thursday to see how the baby is developing. If you behave for me during the test, I might let you have a live feed to Logan's room, next week, okay?" Still smiling but with a different secondary expression, Sterlong stared at Remy and watched him as he thought it over and then gave in to a nod in agreement. "Good. Get some rest, and dinner will be here shortly." Turning to leave with Doctor James, Sterlong wrote a few notes down on the clipboard he was carrying and then asked James about the bath.

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"Do you really think Remy will behave on Thursday? In two days he might change his mind, and if he doesn't get what he's promised--?" Doctor Bradley James had been Sterlong's assistant for only a few years and when he transferred from another department, he was not to sure to find his new assignment. With Remy being his first subject and knowing a few things about Remy beforehand, James was seriously thinking about transferring out. He stood in the middle of Doctor Sterlong's small and borderline crowded office as he watched the doctor sit at his desk.

Doctor Sterlong sat down in a huff and leaned back in his chair. It was a plush chair with green padding for the seat and back tucked around black metal. It squeaked as it turned and had a tendacy to get stuck when pushed forward. Sterlong himself was used to the squeak but smirked in enjoyment as his assistant cringed at the high-pitched noise. "Since we've made the mistake of placing Remy downstairs, he and Logan have been inseparable. Logan was the skeptic about helping out in this little experiment but,he was what the boy asked for. And now, they have been asking for each other every day." He adjusted his glasses on his nose as he reviewed his notes on the past week. "Logan is from another experiment and is also considered highly dangerous. If those two were to meet for a split second, who knows what chaos would ensue from it. My higher-ups would never stand to lose two perfectly good experiments due to a minor flaw. Remy would never co-operate with us, like he is now, if he knew he can never see Logan again. That, in turn, would cause us to lose this child and followed by us losing our funding, support and jobs. Logan," He sighed as if explaining the situation left him short of breath. "would gladly take any moment to rip any doctor he came in contact with, apart by the limbs. Therefore, Remy stays in his isolation, and Logan stays in his cell."

James didn't exactly accept the speech he was given but, took the opportunity to think about what was said. "What about the birth? What will you do when it's time, and Remy is asking for Logan? Will you tell him no, and watch him struggle and eventually hurt himself or the child? Or will you finally break down and let those two at least see each other?" Growing annoyed by the lack of interest his colleague was showing in the rebuttal, James took a step closer to the desk.

Sighing again and rocking back and forth in his chair, Sterlong took off his glass and chewed on an end as if he were really thinking about the situation. "We shall see how Remy behaves up til then. Higher brass is telling me not to concern myself with anything else BUT Remy and the child." Taking the end out of his mouth and sitting up to his desk, he began shuffling papers around as if looking for something. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to put my report together before going to see Logan."

"I'll be in my office, if you need my notes." James turned and left without a glance back.


Continued again..... Finale next.