Never Let Go

The fighting was bloody and seemed to just go on and on. Logan made his way across the room, finding that most of the Creed clones had fallen or were fleeing the room. Sinister was nearly hysterical over the damages.

"You simple fools, stop destrying my lab!" Logan ignore him. He was trying to find Remy's scent amidst all the others whirling in the space. He punched a clone of Harpoon in the face breaking it's neck as he moved toward the place he had last seen Remy.

The faint trace of spice and smoke caught his nose. Turning he headed toward the exam beds. The scent grew stronger. He came round the bed and looked down. On the floor were Remy's duster, his bo and his boots. Logan cursed, the kid never went anywhere willingly without those things.

He snatched them up breathing deep the scent and turning his head toward the door. He pushed though the figures still fighting, taking a clone of Archlight's head off as he slashed past.

In the hall alarms were bleating and red warning lights flashed. It was utter chaos. There were techs running about and captives banging on their cell doors, screaming to be let out.

How the fuck was he supposed to find Remy in this mess? Logan clenched the boy's things close as he ran down the hall. He had to find him, there wasn't any choice. He had promised the kid he wouldn't let the fucker touch him.

"Fuck you Creed, for making me a liar." he snarled and rounded a corner. He stumbled suddenly as the link to his Cajun staggered him with fear and pain coming from Remy. His vision danced with spots of light as the emotions hit him like a truck. Logan thought for a moment he was going to barf his guts up.

"Shit, no!" he panted fearing what the wave of emotions meant. "I'm coming darlin'. Don't let go." he mumbled getting to his feet and moving faster. He pushed his own feelings of assurance and affection toward the kid.

Logan came to a bisection of halls and was flummoxed. Sniffing the air he tried to catch Remy on it. This was insane. The fight had taken him too long. He had gotten held up by those assholes and he had no idea when Remy had been snatched. Logan quelled the rising panic.

There was an explosion off to his left making the feral's head snap round. He took off like a shot, bare feet slapping the linoleum. More Marauders swarmed past him, not paying him any heed as they followed the call to Essex's lab.

Logan came to a room filled with thick smoke and flickering lighting. If Remy had been the cause of this it had been a big charge. Logan called his name praying he was close and not hurt badly.

He felt his way around the room tripping on broken furniture and items. The place stunk of burnt plastic and ozone.

"Remy!" he shouted hoping the boy wasn't in the room. He heard a groan and turned his head. Nostrils flaring he caught the musk of Creed, the real one. His growl started deep in his throat.

"If yer still breathin fuckface i'm gonna rip yer lungs out." Before he could move across the space a sound caught him from the doorway.

"Mon ami, we have to leave now." Remy was a silhouette in the smoke and haze. Logan lunged toward him.

"Remy!" he gasped as they stumbled into the hall. His arms wrapping around the boy crushing the slender body and the items in his hold against his wide chest. The boy gasped and staggered under the feral's weight. He managed to pushed Logan back a bit and he shook his head.

"No time , Cher. We have to go." he said and noticed the things in Logan's hands. "Merci." he breathed and took the duster. He shrugged it on and tucked his bo into his fist. Forgoing the boots for now they took off down the hall. Logan looked around as they reached the intersection again.

"You have any clue?" he asked and let his gaze travel over the boy now that the light was better. His lip was split and he'd have a wicked shiner soon, his clothes were rumpled and dirty from the blast. Logan inhaled and was angered that he could still smell Creed.

"Rems, what happened?' he asked in a low voice. Remy gave him a cocked brow and twisted smile.

"Remy's charge make Creed go kablam." he said and pointed down a hall. "This way." he said and took off, fully confidant Logan would follow. Remy took the corner fast and almost stumbled, Logan caught his elbow and righted him.

"Easy, you ok?" he asked his concern rising. Remy nodded.

"Oui, just want out." he said and pointed again."Dat way, leads to the garage. Ders a door." he said and they moved fast. Only once were they challenged in their need to escape. Logan felled two clones with his claws while Remy cold cocked the other with his staff. More explosions rocked the building. Remy chuckled.

"Mighta left a few treats." he said breathlessly as they ran. They hit the door and burst out into the night. Stumbling in the brush Remy called for Logan to follow him.

"Remy stashed da bike." he said and moved around the building and into the woods.

Logan followed him mostly by hearing and scent. And his frown was deepening. Sure the kid had fought with Creed and that's why the fucker's stink lingered but Logan couldn't help the fear gnawing at his gut. He had taken too long to find the boy. What if?

"Here!" Remy said pulling the brush off the bike and only pausing long enough to pull his boots on. "We outta here, cher." he said straddling the bike and turning his face down as he kick-started the machine. Logan paused a moment before climbing on behind the boy.

"Right with ya, kid." The feral wrapped his arms around Remy as the bike lurched forward.

The road was dark and lonely but Remy took the almost blind curves as fast as he could. Needing to get space between them and that place. He could feel Logan's worry and fear pulsing along the link. That was another thing, what was with this link and why couldn't he break it?

Logan hung on wondering where Remy was taking them. The sky showed it was the wee hours of the morning approaching. He knew they would have to stop soon or else draw the wrong kind of attention from police. Remy knew what his companion was thinking and pushed it as long s they could.

The sun was peeking over the horizon when he pulled off into a small town. He stopped the bike outside a Walmart. Logan climbed off and stretched his limbs of the stiffness from driving so long. He looked questioningly at Remy.

"You need clothes, Mon Ami." he said and motioned for Logan to wait for him. Glancing down at his ratty sweatpants, Logan had to agree.

Remy went into the store, wincing a bit at the lights. He moved through the place trying to be as inconspicuous as he could. He gathered the things they needed and paid for them.

Coming back quickly, he slipped the sacks into the saddle bags and motioned for Logan to get back on. They hit the main street, soon finding a low profile motel. Once they were inside the dumpy room, Remy Locked the door and pulled the drapes.

"You probably want to shower." he said to Logan as he pulled the jeans, tee shirt, socks and some hiking boots from the bags. "Got some toofbrushes too." he said and smiled as he laid the brushes and paste out.

"Go wash up, Remy get some food and den we sleep, yeah?" he said looking all the world like they were on a road trip. Well, except for the bruises on his pretty face. Logan stepped next to the boy sitting on the bed, his fingers traced the edge of the vicious black and blue.

Remy flinched.

"Remy?" he said softly. The Cajun looked up at him and gave a twisted smirk.

"It looks worse den it is." he said and grasped Logan's hand. "Go wash up." he repeated as he got up from the bed and headed for the door. Logan could feel the boy withdrawing from their link making it a faint throb in his head. Putting his shades on, Remy looked back a moment then slipped out the door.

Logan stood in the empty room staring for a few minutes. He felt strangely helpless. He suddenly didn't want the boy out of his sight. He feared for the kid alone in the podunk town. Who knew what kind of mutant hating thugs were roaming around.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Logan?" he growled to himself. "Remy is an X-man." Telling himself the kid could handle some rednecks just fine, he shook off the weird feeling and headed for the bathroom.

Half hour later Remy returned with bags of food from a greasy spoon down the road. The shower was still running as he locked the door then dropped the load and keys on the table. Walking to the bed he sat and removed his boots.

The water stopped as he dropped his boots to the floor and lay back on the bed. His heart was calmer now. Fingers threaded into his hair pulling it a lilttle. They were away, Logan was safe. He had accomplished what he set out to do.

Why did he feel so cold? Snorting to himself he pushed the self-pity away as the door opened and Logan, wrapped in a towel, stepped into the room.

Red and black eyes looked up to take in the sight of the magnificent male form glistening with water droplets. His blood quickened as he trailed his gaze up the vast planes of muscle and dark hair to the ruggedly handsome face.

"You smell better." he joked at the feral. Logan bared his teeth in a snarling smile.

"Can't say the same for you." he joked back. Remy's eyes turned away and he sat up. Something strange throbbed in their link.

"Got food, ders burgers and such." he said and stood up. "Leave any hot water?" he asked as he went to move past the big man. Logan caught his elbow and stilled his movement.

"What happened?" he asked again and Remy looked at him from the corner of his eye.

"Told you." he answered and tried to pull away. "Your food is gettin' cold." he said as he grabbed his bag before going into the bathroom and shutting the door.

Logan cursed as the door shut. He pulled on the jeans Remy had gotten him, stopping as he was touched to find they fit him perfectly. His stomach growled as the smell of the food wetted his appetite.

Sitting down, he dug into the bags while the water ran and he felt the faded throb of Remy's emotions. There was relief, and satisfaction bubbling in the boy, but below that, almost a faint echo were the feelings of fear and pain.

Polishing off two of the burgers before the shower stopped, Logan dug around in the bags some more and found a little paper sack with some cigars inside. Biting his lip Logan looked at them and shook his head.

"You think of everythin' don'tcha, kid?" he said and listened to Remy bumping about in the small bathroom. The door creaked and Remy came out dressed in loose cotton pants and a tee shirt. The boy's wet hair hung in dark red tendrils over his shoulders. He dropped his bag next to the bed and moved to take the other chair at the small table.

"'Ow bad is it?" he asked looking at the food and then at Logan. "Oh good, you found dem." he said nodding to the cigars. Logan smiled and set them down.

"Thanks." he said and then looked more seriously at Remy. "I mean it Rem. Thank you." he felt his throat tighten as the unaccustomed feelings welled up. "Ya came fer me when no one else did." his blue eyes were wide and peering. Remy swallowed and licked his lips.

"You would'a done da same ting for Remy." he said and turned his attention to the bags.

"Ya risked a lot goin' there for me, it ain't a little thing, Remy." he said and reached for the boy's hand. "I guess we need ta talk about some stuff, huh?" he said letting his thumb graze over the boy's slender fingers. Remy felt his belly flip flop as he looked up again.

"You don't have'ta go 'frough wif it, Logan. Remy understand dat tings were crazy in dat hell hole." he said and his fright, his deep rooted fear that Logan would abandon him like everyone else slipped through the link. Logan was up out of his seat so fast Remy was almost bowled over by the feral.

He grabbed the boy to him lifting him from the chair and bringing the bruised mouth to his own. The kiss was gentle but deep, Logan didn't want to split open the lip again. He searched the boy's mouth hungrily. Wanting the Cajun to feel just what he did. When he pulled back locking his eyes on the dazed boy's he shook his head.

"Got a fuckin' empathic link to me and ya still don't get that I ain't kidding." he said and shook his head. Remy gasped for breath and gave a small smile.

"Remy can feel it." he said and pressed his forehead to Logan's. "Just can't believe it." he added in a hushed tone. "After what you found out t'day." Logan's hand cupped the boy's cheek.

"First off, cut the third person shit, yer talkin ta me, Remy. I ain't someone you gotta hide from." he said locking their gazes and letting the boy know he was serious.

"And second, I don't care what happened in the past Darlin', I ain't got any right to go judgin' you with the things i done that i can't even remember." Remy nodded his head and then looked like he just remembered something.

"One second, Cher." he said and pulled from Logan's arms. The feral let him go reluctantly. Blue eyes watched as the boy padded across the threadbare carpet and rummaged in his things. Turning back after a moment Remy returned to Logan and held out his fist.

"He had dem, i couldn't let the connard keep what's yours." he said and opened his fingers. The silver chain dangled down as Logan's dog-tags swung from the end.

"Holy shit, kid." Logan said hushed and reached out to grasp the tags. His mouth worked a moment and then he looked up at Remy. "That wasn't all he had that was mine." he said and reached for the boy again.

The kiss was more intense this time and in fact did reopen Remy's lip. Tasting the boy's blood made Logan growl in his throat. His hands gripped in the wet copper hair keeping his mate right where he wanted him. Remy moaned as Logan's feelings overwhelmed him, the passion the feral was capable of made the boy tingle all the way to his toes.

"I got another chance to show ya how i feel Rems and I ain't gonna waste it." Logan said and began to back the boy toward the bed. "How about we finish what we started back there?"