Title: Family Nightmares 1/11
Author: Court
Pairing: Bobby/Remy, Logan/Remy later
Rating: R
Summary: Remy's repressed memories of his childhood are triggered, flooding into his mind. Coming to terms with the memories brings him a family he has always wanted and nightmares he would rather forget. Everyone has to have the third Summers brother story, here is mine, with a twist.
Archive: Sure, just email a link to where
Email: remylebeau@yahoo.com
Web Page: http://www.lediableblanc.com/personal/fanfic
Disclaimer: The characters in this fanfiction are copyrights of Marvel Comics. I make no profit from these writings.
Warnings: This story is AU, based on Comicverse. Slash, nothing graphic. Talk of Non-con sex (rape) and abuse to a minor.
Author's Note: If the Letters Look Like This that means the characters are thinking it....not telepathy, just to themselves.
If the ~Letters are in Squiggles~ it is Telepathy. As usual, I went easy on the accents. And I am not a professional writer and my english grammar sucks, so bare with me. Enjoy the story, not the grammar. ^_^
"All things one has forgotten scream for help in dreams."
- Elias Canetti, Die Provinz der Menschen

Jean pulled up a chair at the table and sipped on her nightcap, hoping to calm her mind before turning in, again. She had went to bed once that night, with her husband, but he had waken shortly after to one of his reoccurring nightmares. After calming him down and getting him to sleep she found she could not fall back to sleep herself. She came to the kitchen in search of something hot to drink, hoping it would lure sleep to her weary mind. Sometimes she cursed having the mental link to Scott, it always caused his nightmares to flood her mind, leaving behind terrifying images from her husband's past. She could not imagine going through even half of what he endured as a teenager in foster care. She was pulled out of her thoughts when the door to the kitchen swung open abruptly. She was surprised to see a very well dressed Robert Drake step into the quiet kitchen. Instead of his typical cartoony PJs he was wearing a nice pair of blue silk pajamas that fit his thin frame perfectly. She had to admit to herself that dating Remy had brought out a more mature Bobby, at least in choice of night clothes. "Well, aren't we a little dressed up for bed?"

Bobby huffed as he sat down hard in the chair across the table from her. "Yea, well, I have been waiting on a certain someone, but he's late."

Jean took a closer look at her young friend and realized he was not ready for bed at all. His hair was actually fixed in a spiked, messy, look, and the smell of rich cologne filled the air. If she remember correctly it was the scent of Remy's cologne to be exact. "Was Remy aware he was suppose to be home?"

"Yes! He said he was going with Logan for a few drinks at Harry's and he would be home around 11:00." Bobby crossed his arms firmly across his chest for a moment and then dropped them again. Afraid to wrinkle his new pajama shirt. He wanted to look nice when Remy arrived home. Had even straightened his room and set it for the perfect mood.

Jean snickered to herself. Young love. "Well sounds like he told you he would be home around 11:00, but didn't know he was suppose to be home at 11:00. So you really cannot blame him for being late."

"Same thing, he is suppose to be here. I had plans! So what if I didn't tell him. He shouldn't have told me he would be home at 11:00 if he wasn't going to be here." Bobby leaned his chair back on two legs and looked at the ceiling, praying to any God above to hurry and get his new lover home before boredom took it's toll.

"Plans hmm? What were these plans?" She knew where Remy was but she didn't want to tell Bobby just yet. The young men's new relationship had been a welcome subject among the gossip of the team's females and this sounded like some juicy news to tell the girls in the morning.

"I just wanted to surprise Remy with a romantic evening, and maybe some fun." He leaned his chair back onto all four legs, giving Jean a smile and a wink on its descend.

Jean just shook her head and smiled, catching exactly what he was insinuating. She knew that would defiantly peak the rumor mills interest at breakfast. Though the news was exciting, the mother hen in her took notice of the situation. The two young lovers had not been together long, and Remy had just ended a very rocky relationship with Rogue. It was a little too soon for such steps, in her book anyway. "Are you sure you are both ready for this Bobby? You have only been dating for three weeks."

"Oh come on Jean! We have known each other for years, it not like we were complete strangers when we started dating."

Jean gave the young man a motherly look, then decided against the lecture that wanted to naturally flow from her mouth. This wasn't anything she should get in the middle of. "Well, if you want to know where he is..." She said while lifting the window behind her. The once silent kitchen was instantly filled with the far away sounds of loud engines being pushed to their limits. The whining of motorcycles came quickly down the road, coming closer, getting louder, only to turn and quiet again as they went the opposite direction. Both of them knew exactly where the noises were coming from, and who was making them.

"They're out there racing again?" Bobby rolled his eyes at the sounds of the raging bikes going back and forth down the road in front of the mansion. At least it was a private road that dead ended into the main driveway, which meant no traffic for the two riders to run into. There was also no houses down the stretch, so they weren't waking anyone, unless someone happened to have there windows opened. "One day the police are just going to happen down this road and they're both going to be in big trouble."

"I am more worried about finding one of them in a ditch with their neck broke one morning." Jean sighed and shut the window with her TK, not wanting to hear the sounds of the bikes anymore, it only made her worry. "I am also wondering about why they are doing it. They normally only race like that to blow off steam when one of them is upset. Are you sure everything is alright with you and Remy?"

"What? Heck yea, would I be trying to get in his pants tonight if they weren't?"

Jean dropped her head into her hands. "Sometimes Bobby...."

Bobby laughed. He loved messing with Jean, she could be so uptight sometimes. He quickly stood in excitement when he heard the garage door close, signalling his lovers return. "Finally, they are done with there childish games. Maybe I can start some adult ones." He winked at Jean and rushed into the living room to greet Remy and drag him away to his room.


Jean was dropping her now empty mug into the sink, finally ready to make an attempt to sleep again. She started her way out of the kitchen when the door was opened wildly. Logan stalked in with a snarl on his face, cursing fowl words under his breath, as he marched past her to the frig, grabbing a beer and stomping over to the table. "Good evening to you to, Logan." Her friend was obviously upset by something and she was going to get it out of him, no matter how tired she was. She knew if she didn't he would drown in the rage and end up taking it out on someone else.

"Evenin', Red. Happy?" Logan downed half his beer and slammed the can on the table.

"No, not really. Not until you tell me what is going on. Why are you so upset?" She asked while taking a seat next to the angry Canadian. The chair squealed on the floor as she turned to face him, making sure he had her complete attention.

Logan just pointed a thumb behind him towards the living room and drank another sip from his beer.

Jean scowled at the action, it was always like pulling teeth with Logan. "That does not tell me anything. Do you not like the wallpaper in the living room? Is that it? Or is it that the kitchen door upsets you? Pointing at things does not answer questions, Logan."

"Him. No, them. I don't like them together. They're wrong for each other." Logan crushed his can and threw it at the trash can across the room.

"You don't think Remy is good for Bobby?"

"No, other way around. They don't love each other, and they never will. Cajun just wants someone around and Bobby just wants in the kid's bed. That's not good for either of them, and it's upsetting Remy. He's trying to make something out of nothing and Bobby is pushing him into doing things he's not ready to do." Logan shook his head. "I don't know. I just hate seein' somethin' like this start when I know it's only gonna end in disaster."

Jean wanted to smile, but didn't for the sake of argument. She knew why Logan was being protective of Remy, it was jealousy. Logan probably didn't want to admit it, but the feeling were there in the back of his mind. Logan and Remy were always friends, but lately that bond had grown while the Cajun readjusted to being part of the family. Now this new relationship with Bobby threatened that close friendship. "Logan I am sure everything will be alright. You just have to let Remy and Bobby make their own mistakes, and hopefully they will learn from them. Remy sees you as a dear friend, so don't let this relationship change that. Just be there when it all comes down..." She was stopped when a panic stricken mind slammed into her mind without warning. Both were surprised when Bobby ran through the kitchen door in just his boxers.

"Something is wrong with Remy! He's freaking out!"

Jean wasted no time and ran out of the kitchen. Bobby was about to follow her when he was grabbed by the back of his neck and thrown against the nearby wall. The jar caused his eyes to instinctually close and before he could focus again he felt cold metal against his throat.

Logan had smelled the pheromones and sex on the boy before he even came in the kitchen door. He knew something had happened, and it was something Remy had just told him a few hours before he was not ready for. He was more then ready to gut Bobby if he pushed Remy too far. "What did ya do to Gumbo?"

"I didn't do anything, Logan! We were...well you know...and he just freaked out all of a sudden." Bobby hissed when he felt the point of Logan's claw prick his skin. "Logan! I didn't do anything wrong!"

Logan growled and threw Bobby to the ground. He didn't have time to mess with the younger man, he needed to check on Remy. "I swear if you did anything to hurt that boy you won't be able to do it, to anyone, again. Understand, bub?" He didn't wait for any answer before running after Jean.


Jean raced up the hall to Bobby's room, stopping at the door. She looked around the dark room, lighted by only candle light and didn't see Remy. She hope he had not left, that would only make this more difficult. Stepping over the clothing, scattered on the floor, she made her way to the bed, hoping to find him there. She suddenly heard a muffled whimper from the other side of the room. Making her way towards the noise she finally found Remy curdled up in the corner between the bed and wall.

She hurried to his side only to be attacked with thrashing arms and screams telling her to stay away. "Remy, what's wrong? It's just me, Jean." He curled up tighter as she inched towards him again. She didn't understand why he was acting this way until she was hit with flashes of painful memories. At first she thought Scott was having another nightmare, but the images where different. They were fuzzy, out of order, incomplete. She searched the flashes to find that they were being broadcast from Remy. It surprised her, normally the Cajun was very tightly shielded, never letting anyone into his thoughts. She realized as Remy clinched the sides of his head, opening his mind like this was obviously against his will.

"Remy, I won't hurt you. I am going to touch you, but I won't hurt you." She slowly reached out her hand and uncertainly touched his shoulder, hoping he wouldn't attack again. She sighed in relief when the rocking stopped and she wasn't pushed away. After a moment's pause she slowly curled her arm around Remy's back and pulled him to her. He instantly latched on to her the moment he realized it was safe. She bit her lip when Remy held on to her with all his strength, almost crushing her small frame, but she didn't dare push him away. He was shaking violently and rambling incoherently so she knew he was not of sound mind. She mocked the earlier rocking motion and whispered soothing words into his ear in attempts to calm him.

"D-don't leave me. Please. He'll h-hurt me." Remy stuttered between sobs.

Logan walked in the door just in time to hear Remy's whispered plea. His anger boiled, thinking that Bobby had hurt his friend. "That little bastard is gonna die."

Remy startled hearing the rough voice fill the room, making him tighten his grip to Jean. "No, please don't leave me, he'll hurt me. Please don't let him." He clawed at Jean, trying to make her understand she couldn't leave.

Jean hissed as Remy's blunt nails dug into her shoulder and back. She wasn't sure what had happened, but Remy's mind was scattered, almost as if a bomb had gone off in his head. All she knew is Remy wasn't thinking rationally. She wasn't even sure if he realized who she was, or Logan for that matter.

When Bobby walked into the room she knew she was about to lose control of the situation, if she ever had it in the first place. Logan did exactly what she expected, and attacked the younger man. She covered one of Remy's ear with her hand and pressed his other against her chest before yelling at the two men. "Both of you stop! Remy is terrified enough! Logan, Bobby had nothing to do with this! Something is wrong with Remy's mind. Bobby, I want you to go get Hank, tell him I need a sedative that is safe for Remy. Go!"

Logan growled and dropped Drake, who quickly left to retrieve the doctor. After getting his anger in check he slowly walked over to where Jean and Remy sat. He only made it half way before he was hit with a telepathic warning from Jean.

~Don't speak, your voice scares him. And make sure to stay out of view, please.~

Logan's anger dissolved at the sight before him. Remy was cradled tightly in Jean's arms, sobbing uncontrollably into her chest. He could smell the scent of Jean's blood coming from where his nails dug into her flesh. Something was horribly wrong. In all the times he had seen Remy breakdown to his emotions, he had never seen him this bad. ~Jeannie, whats wrong?~ He hoped that she would hear his mental question. He wanted to know who he was going to kill for doing this to his friend.

~I'm not sure Logan. It seems he had repressed memories of some nature and something triggered them. Now they are flooding his mind.~ Jean felt Hank rush into the room and stopped him, just in time, with a telekinetic nudge. ~Hank, don't come in here. He is not physically harmed, but he is mentally unstable. He seems to be afraid of men in general.~ Jean floated the syringe over to her in a TK bubble and gently injected it into Remy's arm. She continued to rock back and forth until his mind seemed to settle and he fell limp in her arms. After he was sound she turned and shared a worried glance with Logan. "Can you take him to his room? He will be more comfortable there when he wakes up."

Logan nodded and quickly stepped over, covering Remy's naked form with a blanket he took from the bed. He gently picked up the young man out of her arms and cradle him against his large chest. "Jeannie, is he going to be alright?"

Jean wiped the tears from her face and followed the men towards Remy's room. "I don't know Logan. I will explain what I know, but the rest will be up to Remy when he wakes up."