xp_logs | Nathan and Remy, Saturday evening

Remy meets Nathan in Pete's office. He's a bit perplexed about why Nathan's anxious until he finds out about Scott being found unconscious in his office and puts two and two together. Remy tells Nathan he can't tell him what's going on just yet, and Nathan reluctantly promises to hold off on pushing for more details right now, and try to prevent any further complications.

"Damn it, Pete," Nathan muttered, sorting through the papers on Pete's desk. "You're supposed to leave messages when you do things like this, you bastard..." But there was nothing. Nathan had already made a quick check of Pete's rooms, on top of his own suite, just in case, and the search had been similarly fruitless. "Son of a bitch," Nathan hissed, closing a drawer with rather more force than was absolutely necessary.

"Thought dat Remy was de only one supposed to break into other people's offices." LeBeau appeared in the doorway, dressed in just a pair of jeans and an old sweatshirt. "Soon you going to have to smoke bout a thousand cigarettes and leer at de young femmes."

"Something we all aspire to," Nathan muttered, his eyes roaming the desk again. "Damn it. You're sure he didn't leave any kind of message for you?" Why the hell had he picked today of all days to go out?

"Remy not Wisdom's mare, Nate. Not like de things we do have office hours or something." Remy shrugged, coming to seat on the edge of the desk, his long legs crossed in front of him. "And dis isn't de first time dat he out of de house without signing out. So what's de worry?"

"He pages Madelyn telling her to go to Scott's office, where she finds Scott unconscious," Nathan said, trying to figure it out. "Only Pete's nowhere to be found, when she gets there or now. And wherever he's gone, he left without leaving any kind of message for me, or, more importantly, Amanda. Which he doesn't do."

"Scott's office?" Remy's eyes widened slightly. "Let me get dis straight. Wisdom called dat Bartlett to Scott's office, and said dat Scott was out cold? Now he not answering any calls?"

Nathan looked up at him, his eyes narrowing. "Yeeesss. And you don't sound nearly as perplexed about that as I am."

"Merde." Remy pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed his eyes shut hard enough to see spots in the blackness. "Dat stupid fuckin'..." He stopped, trying to quell the rage that was threatening to swamp him.

Nathan glanced at the door. It slammed shut, with a little more force than was absolutely necessary. "Is this something you can tell me?" he asked tightly. "I won't push if it's not, but him running off like this... there are other people who are going to be pushing as to why."

"If Remy right, and my average when being right involves something horrifyingly bad is 'bout perfect, den we all headed for a lot of terrible." Remy took a deep breath, willing the anger to receed. "I have to look into something. Can't say more until I do. This might just be a coincedence."

"Fuck. How did I know you were going to say that?" Nathan sat down in Pete's desk chair, taking a deep breath, tracing a meditative pattern in his mind to try and calm himself. "I don't know if you can answer this without giving me any details... but is he in trouble right this minute, or is he just heading for it?"

"I don't know." Remy shook his head. "You're going to have to keep 'manda and de others from running around looking for him for a little while. Least til de Professor gets dat brain of his 'round what's going on."

How he fucking hated knowing there was something he didn't know. "I'll leave it, then," Nathan grated finally, thoroughly unhappy with the prospect but not knowing what the hell else to do. "Although there's a limit to how long that'll work. We can keep Amanda from running off but we can't stop her from talking to Domino, and there's not a damned thing I can do to keep Dom from going looking for Pete if she takes it into her mind to do that."

"Domino, whoever de hell dat is, is de last of my worries if I'm right. Look, Nate, Remy got to follow up on dis. As soon as I can say more, I'll get in touch." Remy said, wanting to tell Nate but knowing that until he had more information, chances are it would just make things worse. "For now, as ironically humourous as it may be, just trust me."

"Then you follow it up," Nathan said, getting up. "And I'll do my best to keep the random elements out of the situation. All of them." Whatever this was, he did not want the Pack in the middle of it. He got the very distinct impression that wasn't going to help matters at all.

"I'll see if I can delay 'manda a little bit. She knows dat I work wit' Wisdom." Remy stopped and pulled a five dollar bill out of his pocket, and slid it across the desk to Nathan. "You going to need dis, homme."

Nathan stared down at the five dollar bill, hard, and then looked up at Remy, remembering that part of their conversation the other day. "Oh, yeah. I'm sensing this is a right fucking mess already," he muttered, picking up the five dollar bill and coming around the desk. "If I happen to hear anything, I'll let you know."

"Merci." Remy nodded and disappeared out the door, leaving the office and struggling to hold down a more violent reaction. If he was right, well, things were going to get intensely bad, with enough disaster to shovel around on everyone.

"Damn it, Pete," Nathan muttered again, casting one more bewildered look around the office before he left as well.