Jean and Remy

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Remy finally gets his check-up and his daily dose of flirting.



The early morning light filtered through the window. Jean opened the door slowly, not sure exactly what she'd find. Wisdom's office (which she still thought of that way) was at the very edge of the mansion, on the second floor, tucked away from the students. While Jean had been friends with the dour Englishman, the new intelligence man, a Cajun of bizarre background, was a mystery to her. As she poked her head in the room, she saw his recumbent form on the couch, sleeping lightly.

Well, that explained why the background hum of noise which she had learned was so uniquely LeBeau wasn't as strong. She'd thought he wouldn't be in, or she'd already have knocked, but now... Well, no, startling him would be a bad idea. Pushing the door open the rest of the way she leaned in the doorway and rapped loudly against the wood. "Mr. LeBeau?" she asked.

Remy's eyes snapped open, and his field of vision suddenly included a very attractive red head. His brain flipped up a filecard with 'Jean Grey's name on it. The Doctor part was an afterthought.

"Oui, femme? You looking for Remy?"

"Yes, Mr. LeBeau. I'm Dr. Grey. You have an appointment with me for a physical." Which was true, he did. He just didn't know it yet.

"A physical?" Remy yawned and sat up. "Chere, dat's de best offer Remy had in a long time. Here, or should we book de honeymoon suite?"

"I was actually thinking the medlab, myself. It's such a hassle to move all the equipment around, you know."

"Dat's less promising." Remy said as he came easily to his feet. The leonization process left him looking like a man in his early twenties, but the smooth confidence of his movement showed a much older man. "Sure you not just looking to get my shirt off?"

"If I say yes, will you submit to my desires?"

"It's a tempting offer, chere." The easy smile came to Remy's face as he stepped in front of her. "But got dis funny idea dat your desires mostly involve an examining room and table." Remy leaned forward to whisper in her ear. "Less, 'course, if dat's changed in de last two minutes?"

He flirted as easily as he breathed, that was clear. Of course, Jean had always preferred the steady, quiet type to flash and dash. "Sorry, no. This red-headed doctor is only interested in getting you undressed for medical purposes." There was a definite smirk in her eyes - she knew how unsettled Madelyn was by the whole situation and would be very interested to find out what Remy's reaction would be.

"Guess dat I'm stuck pining away. What if I was sick wit' love? Dat fall under your range?" Remy said, a white grin slashed across his face, under that intriguing red on black stare.

"Of course it does, Mr. LeBeau. Why don't we go down to medical and take a look at your symptoms."

"Ah chere, it's dis broken heart of mine." Remy clasped his hands over his chest, miming a heart attack. "In pieces and on de floor 'neath your shoes. If only dere was some way to heal it."

"Oh, so that's what the sticky stuff on the floor is. I was wondering." Jean grinned at his theatrics. "Come be charming at me while I poke and prod you for twenty minutes in the medlab, I'm sure you can do it just as well down there as up here."

"Always ready to go down." Remy nodded. "To de medlab." He finished, earning another slightly exasperated smile from her. "Lead on, pretty doctor lady."

Jean grinned. "Thank you," she said, turning and heading for the stairs. "So, how was your trip?"

"Tiring. How was being dead?" Remy quipped easily, walkin beside her.

"Remarkably like being a waitress in Canada," Jean replied. "At that, parts of Vancouver are remarkably like what they say purgatory is supposed to be."

"Been to Vancouver. Nice place. Good beer." Remy said noncommitally. "Like Toronto if it rained every other day. So, de memory just come back one day?"

"One instant, actually," she said. "Which meant that there was a surplus os screaming and things flying around." Well, it was part of the truth.

"Funny how dat happens. I just went psychotic and realised that I once killed de President of Chile." Remy hit the elevator button and leaned against the wall. "Wit' a fork. Little hard to absorb all at once."

His mind seemed to be going in twelve directions all at once, and that was just the bit on the surface. It was impressive, and also really confusing. 'Hard to absorb' just about covered it. "Yes, exactly," Jean agreed, forbearing to ask why he'd killed the President of Chile, or why he'd done it with a fork.

"Dere are benefits, I guess." The doors hissed open, into the antiseptic steel walls of the subbasement. "'cept for de group of doctors dat looking to poke uninteresting things into Remy."

"I'll avoid poking too many things into you, I promise, although I do want one blood sample." Jean waved him towards the open door of one of the examination rooms. "There's a robe, if you'd be so kind as to change?"

Remy held her eyes as he peeled his shirt off and shucked his pants. Obviously, modesty and body consciousness was not high on the Cajun's list as he stood there in his shorts. "So, where do you want me?" He said, his tone implying that he had a couple of intriguing suggestions for the answer.

"On the scale, if you'd be so good..." It wasn't that he wasn't attractive, he definitely was. She just didn't like scruffy, she told herself, ignoring the voice in her head that was going 'Remember Logan? He was scruffy...'

Remy stepped on easily, the scars on his body almost lurid under the bleak lights. The insoucient grin never faltered, telling her that he was both joking and serious simultaniously, an infuriating combination.

She jotted down his weight and height, then smiled. "Now, go sit on the examining table and be good?"

"Good? Chere, one thing dat you can count on is dat Remy always fantastic." He hopped up on the table, leaning back on his hands and ignoring the slight chill that prickled his frame.

She picked up the blood pressure cuff and slipped it on his arm. "Yes, that's what I hear..."

"Pays to advertise." Remy grinned and flexed unbidden to allow the cuff to properly settle. "So, what brought you back to de madhouse?"

"The conviction that I was going mad." Jean quickly and efficiently pumped the cuff full and released the pressure. "I didn't understand what my powers were, or why they were activating, and a friend suggested I come here to get help." She nodded to herself at the readout and wrote down the numbers.

"And it all just came back?"

"Well, it was much more painful than that sounds, but essentially, yes. Open your mouth, please."

"Been dere." Remy opened obligingly. "Dere was dis thing wit' de CIA. Like a bomb going off in your head." He mumbled around the probe.

"Mmmm, yes, I'd say that that is an excellent way to explain it. Here, be quiet for a second." She quickly swabbed his throat for a culture then let him close his mouth. "But the end result, the knowing who you are and having a chance to deal with it... I think it's worth it."

"In some cases. Before, Remy was worried 'bout getting carded. Now, a few more issues." He grinned again, infectiously. "Got to say, not only you prettier den de other redheaded doctor, but you nicer too."

That got him a very strange look. "Oh, really?" Before he could answer she had turned his head and was peering into his ears. "Although, really, 'the other redheaded doctor' doesn't cut it down that much."

"Well, considered dat Nate would beat me to death wit' his wheelchair if I mentioned Moira, we down to de cop." That grin flashed back. "Not on de best terms wit' cops."

The other ear was finished and then she was tilting his head back to peer briefly into his nostrils. "Well, what's your trouble with Madelyn, then? Since she's not an active cop these days."

"Tell her dat. 'sides, she takes a dim view to dose dat happen not to always operate within de law." Remy shrugged, carefully not to interfere with her careful touches. "How 'bout you? Fitting back in?"

"Follow the pen with your eyes, please," Jean said, watching as his vision tracked it. "More or less, yes, and I'm too stubborn on the whole to settle for the less."

Remy's red on black eyes followed the light exactly. "You going back to de X-Men, or just de med lab?" He said without taking his eyes off of the light, a trait that Jean approved of heartily.

"When I'm ready, yes, I intend to return to the team. Arm, please," she added as she set down the pen and picked up syringe. "I take it you have no desire for a set of leathers?"

"Depends who's in them." He said and winked. Her smile and slightly upraised eyebrow entertained him. "Non, wit' de intelligence end, Remy got enough work. Besides, if dey need me for something, dey just need to ask, oui?"

"A reasonable attitude. Glad to hear you're not pushing yourself too hard." She found a vein in his arm and carefully inserted the needle, filling the syringe. "Hold this a second," she said, placing a cotton ball on the puncture while she got some tape.

Remy took the wad of cotton, not above taking a long look at her as she walked away and bent over to place the sample in the fortunely low fridge. "Got Jake to push 'round. Makes things easy. Reminds me, you even met half of de lunatics dat now make your place home?"

She pulled out the reflex hammer when she returned and nodded. "Am probably past half, I'd say, although I've yet to properly meet Mr. Gavin."

"Dere's nothing proper 'bout Mr. Gavin. Or Miss Gavin. Always forget his schedule on dat." Remy joked as she attempted to check his hotwired and maxed for whitehot burn reflexes.

"I am utterly unsurprised that your reflexes are so sharp, Mr. LeBeau," Jean said with a smile. "Can I get you to be quiet for a bit and just breathe so I can listen to your lungs?"

"Always making de difficult demands, chere." Remy said, and was quiet while she checked his breathing. The plastic bones almost creaked during exspanion, a sound that threw up dozens of warning signs for a normal patient in her mind.

"Your lungs are clear and your heart sounds fine," she told him as she stepped back. "Can I have you go through a few range of motion exercises and then we'll run you through a few of the 'machines that go ping'."

"Range of motion? I like the sound of that." Remy dropped down from the table and stood next to her. "You sure you ready, or you want to limber up first?"

Jean just chuckled at him. "Squats, please, and leg extensions." She moved quickly through a number of exercises, and nodded to herself. He was in excellent shape.

Remy went through the exercises quickly, most of them so basic that it was like breathing to do them. Occasionally there was an opprotunity to show off, but for the most part, he stuck to his old professional modes, making things as painless and fast as he could.

"Very good, thank you. Lie down for the pinging and you'll be done." She pulled out a pair of the examination machines and moved them into position next to the table.

"So quick. Makes Remy feel cheap." LeBeau groused as he stretched out on the table.

"Hey, I did say twenty minutes. You'd rather I be less efficient and start charging by the hour?" The machines were hooked up and set to run, happily cheeping and bleeping away.

"All depends on de services." Remy quipped, but let the machines do their work.

Jean just shook her head. "Now you're just being cliche."

"Often, but people would be upset if I wasn't."

She arched an eyebrow at him. "I would be... more curious than upset, I should think." The first of the machines pinged out its result and she quickly noted them down before moving it away.

"Well, you did just met me. Likely take you a couple of days to de totally sick of me." Remy grinned.

"I'll keep that in mind, then, and we'll put it to the test," Jean said, grinning back. The second ping sounded and Jean moved that machine away as well. "And you're done. Thank you."

"No ice cold instruments dis time. Dat's a change." Remy said as he started to draw his clothes back on.

"No, I save those for the ones who really get my goat." The last few numbers added in, Jean closed the file.

"Remy glad he not steal any livestock. So, is that it-" Remy paused as he buttoned his shirt. "or dere something else you have in mind for me?"

"You're good to go," Jean told him. "I'd advise against putting off your next physical for another several years, but now that we have a baseline for you it will help."

"Guess dat answer have to do." Remy said and gave her another wink before he disappeared out of the medlab.

Jean laughed to herself as he vanished down the hall. Well, another one to add to the incorrigible list.

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She just didn't like scruffy, she told herself, ignoring the voice in her head that was going 'Remember Logan? He was scruffy...'

Logan: "Whooooo's scruffy looking?"

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