xp_logs | Remy, Amanda: Medlab, Saturday Night

A social visit to Remy takes a rather nasty turn...

The sterile environment of the infirmary never got better, no matter how much time you spent there. That thought flickered through Amanda's head as she walked in. Bartlett had firmly admonished her that no more than a half an hour. LeBeau was one of the ones she's hadn't been able to heal at all. He'd been so injured when they pulled him out of Limbo that McCoy was afraid the shock might kill him. So, he'd languished in a near coma for a full day, coming conscious only this morning, less then twelve hours ago.

Remy seemed to be asleep when she reached his room. It was a shock, seeing him like that, pale with blood loss and covered in bandages. She hesitated in the doorway, unsure of whether to just let him rest, but she wanted, no, she needed to talk to him. If only to hear a friendly voice.

Remy's eyes flickered open as she entered, and a vague smile caught the edge of his bloodless lips. "Evening chere. Haven't had enough of dis place yet?" He joked feebly. Heavy black circles surrounded his eyes, made worse by the paleness of his skin. She'd heard they'd put the better part of two pints of blood back into the young Cajun, to replace what he'd left on the ground in Limbo.

"It's growin' on me," she replied, coming into the room fully, but stopping at the end of the bed. "If yer too tired, I can..." She gestured towards the door.

"Non. Remy can't smoke or drink down here, and de television don't get 'Passions', so dat kind of narrows down interesting t'ings t' do." He said weakly, the frustration of his medical confinement obvious. "How about de petite femme? Dey get her out?"

Amanda grimaced. "Not...exactly. But she's safe. Not exactly petite any more..." She came around the end of the bed, sat in the chair beside. "We lost her... That fucker grabbed her from Kitty at the last second. And then, she 'ported back. Of her own accord. It's her mutant power, looks like."

"Never a dull moment." Remy nodded, and swallowed thickly. "Guess it good dat she safe. But, she get kidnapped again, maybe Remy sit dat one out. Feels like dat Logan homme used me like a scratching post."

"You look like it too. You... somethin' happened t' you over there. The person I saw... it weren't you." Her fingers twisted nervously in the hem of her t-shirt. "But then again, I weren't exactly me there either."

"Dat place, Remy t'ink. Just bad magic and den a mass of demons. Makes us do t'ings a little different, chere." Remy said, lying to himself. He had watched the fight like a passenger in his own body, unable to control anything. Maybe it was the mnemonic drugs, or something just from that hell, but it had scared him. "Last t'ing Remy remember, you spilling a lot of blood on de carpet. Nothin' broken, chere?"

"Nah. I've had the headache from hell for a few days, an' I'm still a bit jumpy, but the docs tell me I'll be fine. I was channellin' a lot of power there." She shivered at the memory.

"Dat de truth? Ain't seen too many roommates, so Remy guess you got dem on dere feet after." He sighed, rolling his head, trying to work out the stiffness in his neck. "Dey lucky ones."

"Actually, I'm pretty tapped out. I had enough in me t' heal that Jap kid - he'd picked up some kind of poison from one of those demon bastards. But now?" She shrugged. "Couldn't even pull a rabbit out of a hat for you. Doc says the shock would've killed you any way, if it's any comfort."

"Should have known Remy got t' do t'ings de hard way." He smiled again. "Guess it all dat bad kharma I'm working on." He ignored the pains in his back and side, finally having something other than them to focus on.

Amanda realised her knee was jiggling nervously and tucked her foot underneath her to still it. "So, how long you laid up in here for? Docs give you an idea of when yer out?"

"Dey said maybe next week. Least back t' my room. De big blue one doesn't talk t' me much, and Remy get de feeling de red-head don' like me." He said. "Guess dere have t' be at least one in de world immune t' my charm. Only fair, oui?"

Amanda snorted. "Yeah, if you say so." She shifted in the chair - she was still feeling wired, and it was hard to sit still. More so after the smug triumph she'd seen on Manuel's face as he'd caught sight of her on his way out to the Hellfire party, Monet on his arm. And she'd felt the emotion too, burning in the back of her head. "So, I s'pose it's a bad time t' see if you wanted t' go clubbin'," she joked weakly.

"Guess you right. Why don' you grab someone else? Dere no reason t' have t' hang around here on a Saturday night." Remy said, plucking distractedly at the top of the blanket. It wasn't that he didn't want Amanda's company, but he felt uncomfortable at people seeing him like this.

"Nah, I'm good. 'Sides, it's... quieter down here. Less sanctimonious arseholes waitin' for me t' fuck up again." She sat back, chewing her thumbnail absently. "Less backstabbin' pricks, too."

"Only me, chere. Remy guess dere more t' dat statement den you letting on." He said, running his hair through his hair, which spilled haphazardly over the bandage around his temple. "Someone haul you up on dat potion again, or is dere somet'ing else happen in de two days Remy been down here?"

"No-one's said anythin' - that's sort of the problem, really. They're all avoidin' me like I've got the bloody plague." She tasted blood from the nail she was biting, grimaced and switched hands. "There's a bunch of 'em off t' some big party tonight. Fancy do," she added, apparently out of nowhere.

"Sure all de rich kids will have fun." Remy said, mockingly. "Chere, dose places are for dose types of people. Nothing dat you or Remy would enjoy. 'sides, spending a whole night wit' dat Shinobi or Manuel is not my idea of fun."

A flush of dull red crept across Amanda's cheeks. "Yeah, I know. Not me place t' even think of it. Let the pretty people have their fun," she muttered sullenly.

"Dat a load of crap, 'manda. You start t' sound like dat Sarah. Anyone could fit into dat place if dey cared enough t' fake it. But de only reason t' is if you going t' rob dem blind or looking t' impress someone. You looking t' do either?" Remy's voice raised slightly, and subsided. "Besides, de rich bitches are always bad in bed."

"Yer right, it's stupid. An' it would have been borin'. Still, even the monster in the basement got an invite." Amanda sounded exactly what she was - a teenaged girl. "Not that I would've said yes, if I'd been asked."

Remy rolled his eyes and sighed. "Why would you get asked, chere? Unless dat Frost femme wants you for a date, who's left? Shinobi got his monster, you not havin' anyt'ing t' do wit Manny, dat Angel got his big Russian, and Monet might take a femme, but she more de type t' pick up dere."

"Shows what you know, don't it? That Monet bitch looked pretty happy on Manny's arm," Amanda spat.

"So what? For all you know, she not dere cause she wants t' be either." Remy said dismissively. "Why would you care, femme?"

"'Cause he wanted me to!" Amanda burst out. "He knew it would piss me off, takin' her, an' he made sure I fuckin' well knew about it. After the other night..." She paused, realising she'd said too much.

"De other night, chere? Go on. What 'bout de other night make you t'ink he was going t' take you?" Remy said mildy, a hint of an encouraging smile on his lips. His red on black eyes gave nothing away, no hint of the building anger behind them.

"We... I went t' him, asked him t' take all this shite, these feelin's away, just t' give me a break. Somethin' happened." She unconsciously drew her legs up, feet resting on the chair, knees against her chest. A position that screamed 'defensive'. "There's this link we made... an' it fucked things up. Now it's like it's still there. I can feel what he feels. An' he wanted me t' see him and Monet together. I could feel it."

"And now you linked den." Remy nodded. "Den what did you get from him other den you link. Didn't just take de pain away, did he?"

"He couldn't. There was... too much, I think. But, we found somethin' else t' cover it up, for a while." Her hand crept to her neck, where livid bruises still showed. "It... makes it better."

"Dat's true. Maybe next time it easier t' give dat Lorna femme back t' him." Remy said, poleaxing her with the deceptively mild statement.

She flinched as he he had slapped her. "It's not... I wouldn't..." she stammered. "I helped fix her up!" she said at last, as if that made things all right.

"And he fixed you up. Make perfect sense, chere. Guess you lasted almost a couple of weeks. When he rapes someone, you going t' hold out for a whole month?" Remy's voice hadn't changed, nor had his bloodless pallor, but his eyes blazed. "Remy going t' guess you didn't even say a word about it, did you?"

"No." The admission was barely a whisper. "I was goin' to, an' then there was the potion, an'... I couldn't cope."

"So you run away t' de one person dat can make it all better without you havin' t' do anyt'ing. Very neat, chere. Seen people do it before, but dey used heroin mostly." Remy said, and for the first time, his voice turned brutal; vicious. "So, you just another whore looking for a fix den. Noble. Maybe next time he get you t' hold her down. Probably make you like doing it too."

Amanda turned white. Part of her was angry, no, furious, at the things he was saying, the contempt in his voice. But another part of her recognised the truth, the same truth she'd been struggling to ignore. "I wouldn't," was all she could say, uncurling from the chair and backing away from the bed. "I wouldn't do that."

"You gave up having a choice when you went dere. Now it depends on what he wants, alone." Remy closed his eyes, sinking back into his pillow. The anger had drained whatever he had left, and spots swam in his vision. "Maybe dat party is for your type of people after all." He opened his eyes just once, and regarded her wearily. "Better you don't visit Remy again." He said, and closed them and himself on her.

"But..." In Remy's face, Amanda saw no forgiveness, and she swallowed the words. Pain twisted her face. "Guess it's just as well you found out what I am, then, isn't it?" she choked, and then turned and ran, blindly.