Case File #412

Disclaimer: Marvel Comics and 20th Century Fox own the right to Logan, Remy, and Jean-Luc. Alisa LeBeau is solely owned by Nicole Wagner. Alisa is on loan for this story. I own the rights to the other character in the story. No harm intended, no money exchanged, simply for pleasure and entertainment.


The plane had landed on a small strip, and the 8 passengars made their way to the terminal from the pad, minds full of expectations of the bright sunny island. Remy grabbed his bag from the luggage-go-round and walked to the nearest pay phone. Adjusting his sunglasses and dropping the coins into the slot, he dialed the number of Ramsie's cell phone and waited. He took a deep breath and whispered to himself for Ramsie to "pick up."

"Hello?"

Remy cleared his throat and held the receiver closer to his mouth as he spoke. "Keith, c'est Remy." He was tired after the long flight, and sore in more places than one. The circular phone island was empty except for Remy, who stood there in loose jeans, a tan sweatshirt and white running shoes, with his bag slipped over his right shoulder and a cautious eye. With only a few people that passed him, Remy was mainly alone in the terminal.

"Remy?" Keith sat up in bed and blinked at the voice on the other end. "Where are you? Are you alright?"

"Am fine but just tired. At de airport. Ya come get me?"

"S-sure. Yes. Stay right there, I'll be there shortly." He hung up and slipped out of bed to get dressed. Turning to the bartender from the drink shack, he tossed the man his pants and told him to get out. The clothes Keith slipped on had been somewhat misco-ordinated but seemed to go into his unusual style of suit pants and a light cotton yellow sweater. Running a brush through his hair, he smiled to himself that his Remy was coming back to him. Slipping on his brown loafers and hurrying the young man out of the room, he ran up to the street and caught the first taxi to the airport.

Sitting on a row of chairs that faced the door, Remy uncrossed his arms and stood up, anxious to get out of the terminal and into a hot bath or a cool bed. He walked to the door and placed his hands on the pushbar as he waited. Taking a deep breath and exhaling, he spotted the taxi with his lover in the back and opened the door to walk to the curb.

As the taxi turned and stopped under the canopy, Keith jumped out and hugged a cringing Remy. Apologizing for hurting him, Keith stepped back and began to carefully look over the younger man. "Let me look at you." He swallowed hard on several bruises that looked like Remy had just survived the worst tornado. Backing up, Ramsie took in more visible bruises and scrapes on Remy's face and wrists. "Oh, I knew we should have gone back for you. Anything broken? Missing?" He looked Remy up and down before ushering him into the backseat and giving directions back to the motel.

"I'm fine, cher. Just a bit sore." Adjusting the sunglasses again, Remy didn't look up at the man beside him.

Ramsie nodded and sat quietly for the rest of the drive.

When the car stopped, they climbed out and Ramsie paid the driver. Turning to show Remy into the bungalow, he eased an arm around his lover's shoulder and lead him into the room. "Hugo has the next room over, and is checking out some business deals so, we can be alone. Would you like something to eat, drink? How about a nice warm bath, and you could tell me what happened?" He smiled as Remy put his bag on the bed and turned to stare at him.

"A bath." Remy nodded. "Den, a nap."

Ramsie exhaled and turned to go start the water in the tub. "I'll have Hugo bring us some food, later, if you're hungry? I have a few calls to make, but the rest of the day, and tomorrow, I'm free to be with you." He called back from the bathroom, standing up from running the water, and glancing into the mirror to see Remy undress, revealing his many bruises that his clothes hid so well. He gasped as Remy removed the sunglasses to reveal a black and blue bruise under his left eye.

As Remy walked into the bathroom and stopped in front of him, Keith sighed and reached up to gingerly touch a long, dark bruise on Remy's left collarbone before kissing it and several others that he saw. Shaking his head, Ramsie helped Remy down into the tub before turning off the water and sitting down on the toiletseat lid. "It must have been so awful. How did you get away?"

"Dey made de mistake of freein' me ta use de restroom." Holding his wrists up to show the deep and dark scrapes from the metal handcuffs, Remy leaned back and faced Ramsie.

Sliding off the lid and sitting on the floor, beside the tub, Keith wet a cloth and soaped it before carefully soaping Remy's bruised body. "How many of them were there?"

Remy hung his head and shuddered. "Just one."

Ramsie was quiet. He took his time washing Remy, lingering around Remy's manhood, getting small gasps and moans out of the younger man. Smiling, kissing Remy and helping him to his feet before drying him off and following him back to the bed, Keith wished Remy would feel better soon. He had grown impatient of needing the Cajun's wonderful touch that he had to force himself to calm down and be careful of the hurt man. Tucking Remy in, under the covers, he sat down beside him and combed Remy's hair as he leaned against the wall. "Are you hungry? I could go get something from the boardwalk, for you?" Finishing brushing Remy's hair, his wrist was held gently as he was pulled in close to the young man.

"Non, just want you, cher."

Smiling and leaning closer to kiss Remy, Ramsie stated the obvious, "I'm afraid I might hurt you, my love. We should have a doctor look at you before we make up for lost time." He turned away and stood up. "I will have Hugo bring a doctor to look at you, when he gets back. You just rest, and I will bring you some food for when you are hungry." Grabbing his key and mirrored-lens sunglasses, Keith winked at Remy and stepped outside to go for food.

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Standing at the countre, waiting for his order, Keith spotted the girl he met the other night and waved to her as she caught his eye from the other side of the boardwalk. "Evening!" He waved as she strolled up next to him and smiled. "Still waiting for your beau?"

Alisa stopped a few feet away from him and sighed, contently. "Oui, he's coming here tomorrow. You look happy, cher. You get yours, no?"

Nodding and taking the bag of boxed food from the countre, he smiled even wider at the thought of a naked Remy in his bed. "Yes. He's resting from a long flight. I'm just bringing him something to eat so, perhaps tomorrow, he will sit beside me on the beach."

"Ah, good, good."

He was about to say something else when he spotted his bodyguard coming back from the street. "Well, may your lover get here safely. Talk to you later, my dear."

Alisa smiled, knowingly. "Oui, cher. Have a good night." She watched him walk away and join Hugo, talking to him and then to have Hugo suddenly turn back and head for the street again. Her wonders weren't far from being unanswered when her phone rang with Logan's number. "You all ready for tomorrow, cher?"

"Yea. Should be there by noon. Have you seen Remy yet?" Logan was a bit taken back by her start of conversation. but, then again, he wasn't all that surprised as she was Remy's little sister.

"I watched dem get outta de taxi an' go into de room. I ain't never seen Remy so beat up. What'd you do ta him, anyway?" Her eyes followed Hugo until he hailed another taxi and drove off.

Logan was silent a moment. He could hear the anger in her voice but knew she wouldn't fully believe him if he told her the truth. "Nothin he didn't allow. Had to look authentic." He paused. "I'll fill ya in on the plan tomorrow. Let me know if anything changes." He hung up before she could get another word in, and prayed they had done the right thing.

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An hour later, Hugo knocked on the door of Ramsie's bungalow. With him, was a clinic nurse from an Urgent Care, on the other side of the island. She was American, and that was good enough for Hugo. He held her by the arm and had frightened her enough to where she didn't struggle.

The door opened and Ramsie's eyes went to the young brunette woman, immediately. Sighing, he turned back to Hugo. "I told you, a doctor."

"She was all I could find. She's American."

Pulling her arm away and looking into the room, at Remy, she quietly stepped in to get a closer look at the young man in bed. "My bag, please." Her voice was soft as she sat on the bed beside Remy. Turning back to the big man in the doorway, she waited for him to bring her what she needed before giving Remy another look.

Remy lay on his back, calmly staring at the young, but older than he and Ramsie both, nurse. His eyes were diverted as Hugo came closer and sat the bag down on the end of the bed. A soft weeze started in his breathing as he turned back to staring at the young woman. He was in pain, now that he was rested, and it hurt to move.

"Can you fix him?" Ramsie sounded a bit impatient.

Opening her bag and reaching for a stethascope, she didn't bother turning to look at the man who asked the question. "I can only diagnose, not heal. He would need to be seen by a doctor, in a hospital. I can relieve his pain with painkillers, though." placing the instrument around her neck, she turned and stood up. "I need to wash my hands before examining him." Staring flatly at Ramsie, she nodded towards the bathroom.

He nodded and followed her over to the sink and watched her closely. Grabbing her arm as she came back into the bedroom, Keith pulled her ear close to his mouth and whispered. "Be as thorough as possible, and don't even think you can try anything." A gun in her left side and a threatening look was all he got out before Remy spoke up.

"Keith, let her be." Remy waved her over to him. Looking at Keith again, he added, "Go outside, hehn? De chere be fine wit' Remy. Ol' Remy'll holler 'fore she kills him."

"Just outside." Keith motioned for Hugo to leave before he followed and closed the door.

She was pretty and thin as she sat down next to him. "Quite a bedside manner he has for you," She said as the door closed.

Remy smiled at the comment and groaned as the laugh hurt. "He's just protective, dat's all."

"I am Nurse Stellin, an Urgent Care physician. If that groan means what I think it does, you may need a hospital more than you need me." Her brow furrowed as she listened more closely to his weezing.

Remy placed a gentle hand on hers as the end of the cool stethascope touched his chest. "Just de exam- to ease Keith's mind. Remy can heal jus' fine, chere. Mebbe some aspirin, too, hehn?" His voice was as calm as hers as he stared into her eyes, easing her hidden fears of her life.

Stellin nodded and continued the careful exam. She had slipped on her gloves before touching his skin for the more in depth part. Gelling a finger and helping him to spread his legs, she eased her index finger inside him and paused for a bit, feeling for misplacement. "Will he kill me, after I am done?" She couldn't help but ask as she removed her finger and glove to write her notes on a clipboard from her bag.

"Non. After dis, you are free to go." He smiled. "But, don' tell anyone where you've been. Security reasons." Catching her wrist again and staring at her with a look that seemed to explain what was happening.

"Right. Security."

The door opened and an impatient Keith stepped in. "Have you finished?" His eyes lay plainly on an exposed, naked Remy.

Stellin didn't bother to turn around. "A few more." She continued and watched Remy's simple expression as he silently eased Keith's mind. "I'm going to give him an anti-biotic and then an aspirin to relieve the pain and help him sleep. After I have given you my report, I wish to be able to leave." Reaching into her bag and removing two syringes, she injected them one by one into Remy's right arm, and then stood up, replacing the covers on Remy. Collecting her things and closing her bag, she turned to stare at Ramsie and motioned to go outside again.

Keith hesitated but followed the woman outside and closed the door.

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She stood a few paces back from both men, not allowing either to get their hands on her. Closing her eyes and taking a breath as she held the bag to her chest, she opened her eyes and glanced at the covered window. It was already dark, and they were standing under the porchlight. "I am not a doctor so, please do not take my findings as the truth. I have no equipment to properly examine him." The light illuminated her face and gave her brown eyes a sparkle that hadn't appeared in ordinary room light.

"Just tell me what you found." Keith was getting impatient.

Stellin took a deep breath as she focused on Ramsie. "None of the bruises or bite marks appear to be infected but I've immunized them just to be sure. He does appear to be in good health however, I am guessing he has a few broken or fractured ribs that need immediate attention. He needs x-rays to be sure. As you two seem to be.... close.... you might want to let him recover before deciding to be intimate." She backed up a step and cleared her throat, clutching the bag even closer to her chest. "That is all I have found out. Now, if you don't mind, I would like to get back to my shift."

Keith was steadily taking the news in and thinking. Waving a hand for her to leave, he dismissed her and watched her walk back to the street and hail a taxi. "That will be all, Hugo. See you in the morning." Without looking at the other man, Keith turned and stopped as he faced the door. He sensed Hugo was going to question him about the whole scene, and it was none of his business.

"Shouldn't we shut her up?" Hugo was a smart man, sometimes. He had feelings for Remy but they only went so far as to be the feelings of respect that Remy was able to date Keith for as long as he had. Hugo was not -at any moment- about to devulge that he found the Cajun very attractive, himself. He had known that Remy "let" him watch he and Keith have sex, and would sometimes smile as he paraded around in front of Keith and Hugo, naked. But, for the time being, he was completely focused on the young Acadian's well-being.

Closing his eyes and turning back to his bodyguard and friend, Ramsie smiled reassuringly. "No, if Remy trusts her enough to let her inject him with anything, she doesn't pose a threat to us. Killing her would only raise suspicions, and we don't need that. I will wait for him to wake up and see how he feels before I rush him anywhere. Until then, goodnight Hugo."

"G'night boss."

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When Keith stepped back inside, Remy was already asleep, still on his back. Standing there a minute, to take in the scene of how Remy looked as he slept, Keith smiled and locked the door.

Hearing the snap of the lock, Remy opened his eyes and turned to look at Ramsie. "Ev'thing alright, cher?"

"Yes, love. Just rest, now." Ramsie turned to go to the restroom one last time before crawling into bed for the night. Flushing and washing his hands in the sink, Keith stole glances of Remy in the mirror as he dried his hands. "If you feel better by tomorrow, we could sit on the beach, under an umbrella, and watch the waves." Finishing with his nightly routine, he turned and looked more closely as Remy's eyes had been closed but he nodded as Ramsie spoke.

Keith was quiet as he turned off the lights and slipped out of his clothes before sliding soundlessly into bed, next to Remy. Kissing the bruise on Remy's shoulder again, Keith leaned over further and kissed Remy's cheek. "I'm glad you are back, my love." His whisper was soft and close to Remy's left ear, as he scoot down to rest his head gently beside Remy's left shoulder. Keith smiled as Remy's left arm wrapped around him and held him as they slept.

Throughout the night, Keith kept waking up, thinking he was causing Remy pain by snuggling down into him. Each time, he found Remy asleep and all right. Checking the clock beside Remy, Keith decided to get up and sit in a chair beside the door, and watch his lover sleep. So he would lose a few hours of sleep but gain it all back as soon as Remy felt well enough to have him in bed with him. Propping his elbow on the table and his hand holding his head up, he closed his eyes for a moment.

TBC....