X-Men Fan Fiction ❯ The Camping Trip ❯ Ch 9 ( Chapter 9 )

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Words between ~ ~ are thoughts or mental speak

CH 9

Dropping the wood to one side, Remy hurried over and fell to his knees, leaning to hover directly over Logan's face.  It was obvious that Logan wasn't focusing completely, but there was recognition there, of that Remy was sure. 

"Cher, your eyes be open.  T'ank de heavens." 

Logan looked upon the dirty, scratched face of the angel above him.  ~Damn, boy.  You're a sight for sore eyes~

Remy smiled bright.  In his mind, he knew this meant the drug was slowly wearing off, though not fast enough in his opinion.  The wounds in Logan's thighs were still raw, but there was a faint sign that repairs were under way to the damaged tissue.

"Gonna try to get some food down you, Logan.  It won't taste good, but it keep your body going."  Remy bent down for a quick kiss, then moved to build the fire back up.  It seemed that the temperatures had plummeted fairly quickly and the night air was cooler than had been previously.  ~Dat front must be moving in~ he thought grimly.

Remy emptied the contents of the meal packet into the freshly boiled water in the makeshift bowl.  Stirring with his knife, he proceeded to mash and slice any chunks until the mixture was nearly soup like.  He allowed it to cool briefly before shifting Logan's shoulders and head onto his legs. 

"'Kay, mon amour.  You try to swallow dis, oui?"  Dribbling a little at a time into Logan's mouth and coaxing his throat to cooperate, the pace was slow.  It seemed like hours passed before he could feel Logan willing him to stop.  Remy finished off the remaining gruel, his nose scrunched in disgust.  He spared only a scant amount of water to rinse the bowl before putting the rest onto boil. 

The sounds of the forest nightlife were captivating.  In the distance were howling banshee cries of some form of canine, either coyote or wolf.  Crickets strummed their tune while an owl hooted in time.  Remy lowered his partner, letting Logan's head rest on his lap so he could stare down into the feral's eyes.  Remy sent calm, warming thoughts to his lover, drawing away the last vestiges of pain from the older man.  Idly fingering Logan's hair and scalp, he continued to watch Logan's face.

Logan in turn stared at Remy.  Though, there wasn't much else he could do.  He could not move his head or limbs.  But his vision finally returned and his eyes could track movement.  His lids also succumbed to his command, the natural act of blinking returning full force.  Logan was vaguely aware that he could twitch his lips and part them slightly, though he still had no voice.  It was a definite improvement, but how much longer before all functionality returned was still a guess.

Logan could feel Remy drawing his pain away and it was frustrating.  He could tell Remy picked up on that fact when he saw the momentary pull down of the boy's brows in a perplexed expression before grinning and stroking his face.

"Non, cher.  You let Remy take care of t'ings.  Don' worry."

~Why do ya always do that Rems?~

Remy turned his gaze towards the fire as he continued stroking the soft black hair laying in his lap.  "Gambit not have many people in his life dat he have great affection for.  Jean Luc, my brot'er rest his soul, and Mattie were my only family growing up I s'ppose.  Dey mean a lot to me.  But, don' have a lot of love for most." 

Remy paused as his eyes closed and traced a finger along Logan's brow.  "Gambit been wit' many people, cher, but only ever feel love for t'ree.  Bella, my former wife, be de first.  I was young and naïve."  Remy snorted at that.  "Naïve, right.  I crack my own self up."  Shaking his head, he continued.  "Well, naïve in the ways of amour, anyways.  Know lots 'bout sex, d'ough.  Mais, we weren't meant to be."

He stopped and reached over to the woodpile to grab another piece for the fire.  After placing it, his hand returned to caressing Logan's hair.  "De second was Rogue.  Dat girl broke my heart.  And, she broke somet'ing else in me when she leave me to die in dat frozen hell."   Remy stopped and lowered his gaze to the feral's eyes, studying him, looking deep into those crystal blue orbs.  Remy's eyes glistened with the serious feelings he was conveying to his lover.  "But, Gambit never really know what love was until you save my soul, cher.  So, you let me do dis for you.  Let me take away your pain."  Using his hand to push the older man's hair back, Remy bent down and kissed Logan's forehead, moving his lips to plant a second soft kiss to his lover's lips.

~I love ya too Rems.~

Needing to move the conversation into lighter territory, Remy smiled and looked back towards the fire.  "You know, Logan, if we were in Louisiana right now, we'd be treated to some wonderful sights of nature.  De azaleas and dogwoods be in bloom 'bout now.  Travellin' up and down de River Road, or up into Natchitoches, you see some of de prettiest landscaping in front of de antebellum homes.  It be de tourist roads, but still.  In Shreveport, de have dis art gallery dat's free to de public.  It has some impressive pieces.  But, de real art of de place is at dis time of year.  The grounds are surrounded by so many azalea bushes of many colors.  Beautiful."

~Then we'll have to go see it, darlin'~

Remy continued to talk on for awhile until he felt Logan drifting away.  He stifled a yawn and gently moved Logan's head, lowering it off his leg.  Remy noted that his skin was rather warm compared to Logan's cool feel.  But, it was probably from facing the fire all evening.  After stoking it a few moments and placing more wood to burn, he stripped and laid down beside the older man, falling quickly into sleep.