The Queen of Wands

Warning: Gender switch, AU, Sex, Language, M/M, M/F, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fantasy, Magic
Fandom: X-Men
Disclaimer: I do not own X-men, Logan, Remy or any Marvel Characters. Written for fun and entertainment. ZERO money made.

A/N: When last we left the Feral and his Thief, things had 'changed' and Remy wasn't happy, Jean got to play dress up and Scott copped a feel.
Next we have some angst and depression and in general 'Oh shit' happenings.

Feedback really appreciated it helps me to write more :P


Chapter 4

In Charles' office, the three men were trying to figure out their best course of action.

Logan was all for going down to the fair grounds and scaring the day lights out of the Gypsy, until she put Remy's boy parts back.

Scott was more of a mind to check things out, talk to the others and see if there was an angle they could work her with. Maybe, free some of the mutants being held in the sideshow, as well.

Charles had a sinking feeeling he couldn't express and he tried to bring both men to a mutual conclusion.

"We cannot go in like a police force and bully her, Logan. You know that." the older man said gently, he watched his friend make angry faces. "I know you are angry and worried about your mate." he added and nodded his head.

Scott tried to curb his impatience, Charles' words making him think about being in Logan's place

"Logan, I'm not trying to be a pain in the ass, really." Scott said, holding out his hands before him. "But, if you go in full bore and scare her, she might bolt. Then, it's a pretty good chance, Gambit stays a chick." Scott's voice was heavy with meaning as he tried to get through to the feral.

Logan raked his fingers through his unruly hair and sighed. Both the Professor and Cyke were making sense, even to his feral side.

"Yeah, yeah, I know yer both right." he said slumping into the chair. "It's jus'...He's so frightened and I can't make what's scaring him stop." Logan spoke in a low voice. "And what if he's stuck this way?" he asked and his blue eyes passed between both men a few times.

"I mean, I ain't gonna love Remy any different cuz his plumbing changed, but I know my Cajun. He don't want to be a broad." Logan's thoughts spilled themselves out in a grumbling tone. Scott sat on the edge of the desk and crossed his arms.

"I am sure Remy doesn't want to be a girl either, Logan." Scott said and rubbed at his temple. "We need to go down and see what's what. Then maybe we can devise a plan." He said trying to fall into his 'Leader Mode' but finding it hard, so much emotion was in play.

Truth be told, Scott was kinda terrified about Remy staying female. The reasons were many;

Would the new body be as resilient and strong as the old one?

Would Gambit even want to remain an X-Man if they couldn't help him fix this?

Then, there was the fact that Scott found the new form incredibly attractive and he was very fond of living. Both his wife and Logan would probalby kill him if he gave into that allur.

And who knew what would happen if..... God Damn it why hadn't he though of that sooner? Scott's head turned sharply to Charles.

"How are Remy's shields holding?" he asked in a tight voice. Charles nodded his head and looked troubled, he knew where the younger man's questions were going.

"They are still in place but, the emotional drain and stress are wearing on them. The empathy is starting to bleed through more. That's why his mood keeps changing, he is responding to the people around him." The gray eyes looked at Logan and he sighed.

"The Charm hasn't shown it's self, yet. I fear, if Remy remains in this heightened state of alert, they will fall and the Charm will be more than he can control." He spoke in his calm and earnest tone as he looked from Scott to Logan.

The feral let those thoughts sink in a little and he considered what that could mean. If Remy's shields fell and the Charm came out full force, even he would have a hard time resisting the empathic urge to use the Cajun.

It was something that the thief confessed to Logan, shortly after they became lovers. The horrors he suffered in the past, when the Charm surfaced and he couldn't control or block it. He would be forced to relive all that if they didn't change him back and soon.

"Right, let's get our asses moving then." he said getting up and holding out a hand to Charles' The telepath handed him the mojo bag, now in a plastic baggy.

"Try to be calm and if need be, offer her money. The Gypsies of her kind often respond well to cash." he said and nodded to Scott, the men made their way out.

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Remy and Jean came down the stairs just in time to meet Logan and Scott. Both men stopped short and stared at the pair coming down. The resemblance that Remy had seen, was clear to their mates.

The Cajun looked at Logan and tried to quell the constant nervousness he felt. The appreciation he saw in his lover's eyes gave the thief mixed feelings.

The feral's eyes roamed over the curving body and he reminded himself it was Remy, that just made his blood quicken faster. Shaking the rising arousal off with a snort, he nodded to them.

"We're goin' to see if we can get that Gypsy to turn ya back, Rems." he said and reached out his hand as they reached the bottom of the steps.

Remy took the strong hand and attempted to smile confidently.

"Kay, Cher." he whispered. They headed for the garage with Jean and Scott in tow.

The ride was quiet, all occupants of the SUV lost in their own thoughts.

Remy fidgeted with the leather bracelet that still sat on his wrist. Now it was too big, didn't hug like it used to. Sighing deeply, Remy tried to avoid the looming depression that threatened.

Scott turned the corner as they approached the fair grounds. A collective intake of breath was heard.

The carnival was gone.

Before the SUV was completely stopped, Remy was jumping out. Stumbling across the dirt field, the Cajun was shaking his head and looking around wildly.

"Non. Non. Dis can't be happening. Dieu non!" the distressed mutant turned in a circle as the others made they way over. Logan sniffed the air, finding only the stale scents left behind. Popcorn, animal dung, spilled beer and motor oil. Remy's emotions were peaking again and the feral could feel his lover's shields slipping.

"Babe, calm down. It's not the end. We'll find them." he said trying to catch the Cajun flailing about.

Jean was scanning the area, hoping to find a trace of the people who had been here. Her heart sank when she came up with nothing.

Scott searched the debris left behind, thinking maybe they had left something useful, a clue.

They found nothing.

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Heading back to the mansion was a rather tense and argumentative affair.

Scott was making plans of a grid search for the caravan, sure that it wouldn't take long to find them.

Jean agreed, having contacted Charles who was now trying to track them with Cerebro.

Remy was nearing another meltdown. He was certain they had vanished into the night like ghosts and he would remain a female the rest of his life.

Logan was torn between comforting his Cajun and anger that the prey had escaped.

They managed to get home and Scott herded them all to the front door. Logan pushed his way in, pulling the unraveling Cajun with him.

Unfortunately for Remy, Charles was occupied with Cerebro and the mansion was buzzing with it's inhabitants.

The pair were nearly mowed down by Bobby and Rogue, who were rough housing.

Bobby had a stuffed animal in his hands and was threatening to freeze it. Rogue tore after him and nearly ran smack into Remy.

There was a still moment when the southern belle took in the unfamiliar female in Logan's arms. Her green eyes narrowed, until she reached Remy's eyes. The shock on her face was almost comical.

"Geeezus! What the hell happened t' you, Swamp Rat?" she crowed making Bobby stop short and look back.

The Iceman's own shocked face was even more amusing. Jean and Scott had to stifle their mirth as Remy shook Logan's arm off and ran up the stairs.

Rogue and Bobby stared after the scampering Cajun. Logan growled threateningly.

"Thanks a whole fuck of a lot!" he snapped and went after his lover. Scott had a stoney face, as he caught the two of them by their collars and frog marched them to his office.

Jean let out a little sigh and went to assist Charles.

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Logan quietly pushed into the suite and listened for his lover. Remy's heartbeat and breathing were elevated, indicating he was greatly distressed. Closing the door and locking it, Logan gathered his wits and went to soothe the thief.

As he got closer to the bedroom, he felt increasing urgency to be near Remy. When he walked into the room and saw the Cajun huddled under the covers, a wave of lust hit him like a mac truck.

Growling deep, he felt the Wolverine fight him for control. This was base, primal and all feral. Remy jumped at the growl and looked back at his lover with wide glassy eyes.

"L-Logan?" the feminine voice reached out to him. Logan grit his teeth, clenched his fists and tried not to glare.

"Yer shields, Rems." he ground out. Remy colored deeply and struggled to reenforce the psychic walls.

The push of Remy's gift eased and Logan let out a slow breath. He carefully made his way over to the bed and sat on the edge next to Remy.

"I know this is a really fucked up thing yer dealin with, Dalrin. I don't blame ya one bit for being freaked out." he said and reached out to cup the Cajun's cheek in one hand. His thumb rubbed at the soft skin and he studied the emotions playing in Remy's eyes.

"Remy ain't supposed to be a femme." the younger mutant whispered, the fear and trapped feeling welling up again. He brushed away tears that gathered too easily now. "Merde. Hate dis crying! Can't stop it doe. Just keeps coming iffen I want it to or not!" Remy said and lay back on the pillows.

Logan looked at the Cajun's face, comparing the differences now. They weren't drastic, it was more like the lines and angles of the boy's face had softened and smoothed.

Where there was once a strong jaw and ginger stubble, was now a sloping jaw line and petal soft skin.

Wide sensual mouth, was somehow more pink and plump.

Remy could feel his lover's gaze on him. Slitting open his red eyes, he looked at the feral.

"What going to happen iffen Remy be stuck dis way?" he asked softly. His hands clutched at the bedding.

Logan cocked his head and reached out to run his fingers through the silky hair.

"Ya think I love ya any different, Cajun?" he asked and looked the thief right in the eye. "Think it matters to my heart if ya got in inny or an outy?" his voice was gentle as his touch.

Remy felt the tension he had been existing in, since he awoke a girl, starting to ease a little.

"Sacred, Logan. T'aut I wanted ta be able...for you...but don't tink I c-c-can." his lips turned down as he felt the sadness rising once more.

Logan shook his head making a shushing sounds, indicating he wasn't expecting anything of the sort. Curling onto his side, Remy drew the slender legs up to the curving chest.

"Will you hold me, Cher?" he asked in a very small voice. Logan's heart broke at the tone. He smiled lovingly.

"Course I will, Darlin." he said and slipped his boots off, to climb up behind the shivering mutant and pull his Cajun to him.

"Ain't nothin gonna make me not want to hold ya. Not ever." he whispered into the thief's ear, while he wrapped his big arms protectively around the balled up body.

"Love ya, Remy. For me that's forever." He vowed and closed his eyes.

"Me too, Cher." Remy whispered and tried to fall asleep.