When Nerds Collide

Remy and Bobby didn't fight often, but when the did, sometimes...one had to look out. Just for shits and giggles, Scott schedualed a Danger Room session for the both of them to take out their frustrations. He just didn't know they'd be taking it out on each other...out for blood.



He had to put a stop to it...but not even Logan could get Bobby away from Remy. He'd never seen either man so violent before. Bobby had de-iced himself and was just...beating the shit out of the Cajun.



When Bobby was finally wrenched from Remy, he panted and glared down at the Cajun, "Asshole!"



Remy rolled onto his side, holding his ribcage, and groaned. He didn't fight back. He was pretty sure he had a few broken ribs. Fuck the ice and the cards flinging everywhere...Bobby used fists...and man, was he brutal.



Scott dragged Bobby out of the danger room and down the hall to cool off while Hank and Logan got Remy up and took him the infirmary. Logan cradled the Cajun in his arms and sighed. How the hell could Bobby do something like this?



Wincing, Remy shifted in the Canadian's arms, "I'm gonna kill him. I'm gonna fuckin' kill him. Dat mother fucker is gonna get himself perished."



Logan just sighed, "Relax, Cajun...He'll be dealt with."



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And he was being dealt with, Scott glared at him, "What the hell was that all about?"



Bobby paced inside the war room, "He...he...he's been usin' me! I'm..just some..toy to him. He doesn't love me. He's..incapable of it."



Scott rubbed his face and looked at his friend, "That's not true. Bobby, Remy is...not alright. He's not..like us. Do you have any idea what it's been like for him? At all?"



"No, because he doesn't fuckin' talk to me! He just sits there..n' lets me talk...I do all the talking...When we're apart, he never calls...I have to call him. And even then, the conversations are so fuckin' short because...he just..I dunno...he doesnt' care anymore... Last night...he said that that fucking game was the only worthwhile thing in his life! What about me! God, I have given him...everything I possibly can...and he just...doesn't care...Do you know what THAT feels like? And when we're together...he...he...just..."



"He sits there with you. Watching your cartoons...laughing with you...He fixes your car when it breaks down...he paid off your student Loans....



Sighing, Scott sat down and shook his head, "No. But you two need to work this out. I will not have you beating the shit out of him everytime you see him. No matter what he's done, he doesn't deserve that. He doesn't deserve half the shit we put him through."



"Why are you defending him, Scott? He's a player...and...and...and...he's...just..." Bobby trailed off and stared at the floor, "I should probably go apologize."



Scott raised a brow, "I'd wait a day or so. If I know Remy...he's probably cursin' up a storm..and seeing you walk into the Infirmary would probably end up with you being stuck with charged Hypodermics..."



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Remy had been a good patient so far. Hank treated the broken nose and the bruised ribs. The Cajun was lucky. Bobby was no weakling. Not by a long shot...but something told him that this was only a half-hearted attempt to be the snot out of their resident Acadian. It saddened Hank to know that Remy just...laid there and took it. Something was going on in his theatre...



When everything was done, Hank pulled up a chair and sat down beside Remy, "What brought this on? I've never seen Robert so..upset."



Remy sighed heavily, "Upset is n' understatement, mon ami...He was pissed. N' he got every right t' be. Remy ain' good enough f' him. T'ink he realizin' dat now." He shifted on the bed, eyes closed. He hated the lab and the infirmary. Hated them. They were cold, sterile...and dragged up bad memories.



Hank sighed and got out his note pad, "I have to ask...What was it that caused Robert to become so angry?"



"I...screwed up. I...screwed up quite well, actually. I...kinda said dat...EQ2 was de only t'ing dat was worthwhile t' me...n'...s'not true...I...I mean..I..asked him t' give me more time...I just..need a lil more time t' get m' head on straight...dat's all...but...he just...doesn' get it. I care about him...a lot. I...can' see myself wit' out him by my side...but...like de Professor say...I gotta do what's right by me...n' I need more time. If he can' accept dat, den fuck him. I don' need him."



Raising a brow, Hank sat back. So Remy wasn't self destructive. Well, sort of... He sighed again and got up, "Rest for a little while longer...I'll get you some pain medication and remove you from the Active Duty roster for a couple weeks. That nose needs to heal."



Remy pouted, "Prolly gonna hve t' pay Dr. Borenstein a visit..."



"Borenstein?"



"Plastic surgeon...she fixed a lotta Remy's more...cosmetic fuck ups."



Hank shook his head, "I've set your nose. It will look fine, trust me." He stood up and smiled at the man on the bed, "Your face will be just as pretty, if not prettier...as it has been for as long as I've known you."



Remy smiled, "Aww...Hank..y' tryin' t' make me blush?"





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A few days after Hank had let Remy go, Remy was outside smoking....He had to stay up at the main house due to Hank wanting to keep a close eye on him.. The Professor too.



Bobby had been scarce...but not today. He moved up behind the cajun and sighed, "Remy...we need to talk."



Remy glanced back at the man and sighed, turning, "Alright. Bout what?"



"Us."



"So...dere still is an us?"



Bobby nodded, "Yes. There is. I wanna be with you. But...I can't if you don't love me back...or trust me. That hurts, Remy...God, it hurts bad... I know you're going through some pretty heavy stuff right now...but...You're breaking my heart, babe..."



Remy sighed heavily and looked at the Iceman, "Bobby...I do...I...trust you...n'...I do...love you...I wanna make a go o' dis, but...you just...gotta be patient wit' me. Alright? I know what I said de other day was mean n' heartless...but...I didn' mean it de way I said it. You are worthwhile t' me, Bobby...Yer de only person in de world I can be m'self around..."



Bobby smiled and reached out for his lover, then pulled him close. He leaned up and kissed Remy's cheek, mindful of the broken nose, then pulled back and blushed, "Sorry about your nose, by the way...I didn't mean to...just go off on you like that."



"S'alright, cher. I forgive you." Remy pulled Bobby into another hug, then kissed his neck and jaw, "I love you. I really...really do."



Bobby grinned and closed his eyes, then snorted, "Love you too, babe...Can't believe you let me break your nose."



Remy smirked and grabbed ahold of a very tender place on Bobby, "Oh, You'll get yers, mon amour...trust me."