TITLE: Least Expected
AUTHOR: Johnny
EMAIL: rotten-lass@home.com
RATING: NC-17
PARING: Bobby / Remy (Slash)
DISCLAIMER: Marvel owns all the characters, I don't. This is just for fun, please don't sue, I'm just a poor college student!
SPOILERS: some for Antarctica.. that's all I can think of.
WARNINGS: This is Slash. If you do not like that sort of thing, or do not like this sort of pairing, then don't read it. if you do. enjoy! :)
DISTRIBUTION: Whoever wants it, just ask and you shall receive
SUMMARY: Bobby decides to talk to Remy, and the two connect.
FEEDBACK: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!! I will ALWAYS (and I CAN *NOT* stress this enough!) Want to know what you want... call me a feedback junkie, cuz I am! :)
THANKS TO: Phan, Silver, and Rabid. *big hugs* thanks, guys! This would definitely not be here if it wasn't for you guys. :)
NOTES: << >> indicates thoughts.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is my first X-Men fic ever, I really hope you all like it!

Least Expected

 Bobby wandered the halls of the Mansion. It was mid-day, but the place seemed to be empty. "It's quiet. Too quiet." Bobby said to himself as he continued to walk aimlessly. "Where'd everyone go?" He asked out loud.

 "You always talk to yourself, mon ami?" Remy asked as he walked towards Bobby.

 Bobby smiled, slightly embarrassed and blushed a little, "When I don't have anyone else to talk to, sometimes." He answered. "Do you know where everyone is?"

 "I t'ink Stormy said sometin' 'bout goin' into town. T'ink the girls wanted to go shoppin', relax a bit." Remy answered.

 "Oh. And everyone else?"

 "Scott went wit' dem. I t'ink Logan is around 'ere somewhere. An' Henri is in his lab. Dat answer your question?" Remy asked.

 "Yeah, I guess it does. So, what are you doing?" Bobby asked.

 "Not'in'. T'inkin'." Remy answered as he looked to the floor.

 Bobby felt bad for the Cajun. A lot had happened to the team recently, this was the first break they had all gotten in what seemed like years. But while everyone seemed to be closer to each other, what had happened to Remy only made him distance himself from the team more and more. Bobby knew what that felt like, being singled out. He had been the youngest of the team in the beginning and felt as if no one really understood him. That was why he started being the clown of the group, so that he wouldn't be an outsider anymore. But Remy didn't have that option, and he was keeping himself out of the team just as much as the team was keeping him out. He didn't talk to anyone very much, and Bobby knew he still carried around a lot of guilt from his past. Many times he had considered trying to talk to Remy, but had always chickened out. <<Not this time, Bobby. As if you have anything better to do anyway.>> Bobby thought to himself.

 "Gambit? Are you ok?" Bobby asked, throwing caution to the wind.

 Remy looked up and gave Bobby a questioning look, "Oui, I'm fine." He answered.

 Bobby looked closely at Remy. He looked tired, warn, and pale. "No, you' re not." Bobby said quietly before he could stop himself.

 "Oh? And you can tell?" Remy asked, slightly perturbed.

 Bobby returned his focus to Remy's face, "Actually, yeah, I can. You look like hell, Remy. When was the last time you got some sleep?"

 Remy wanted to be angry at Bobby, but the obvious concern on his face and the fact that he was too tired to fight kept him from reacting the way he really wanted to. "I get plenty of sleep." He answered, stifling a yawn.

 Bobby creased his brow in concern, "Sure ya do. I think Hank should have a look at you."

 Remy did his best to keep his expression neutral, but he knew he failed at least slightly. He really hated Med Labs, even if Hank McCoy was the doctor. "Non. I'm Fine. Really."

 "No, you're not. Are you gonna fight me on this?" Bobby asked.

 Remy couldn't help but smile a bit. Bobby didn't get authoritative with anyone. <<I guess our little Iceman's growin' up, eh?>> Remy thought to himself. "Should I?"

 Bobby shook his head and smirked, "No, you shouldn't. Look. Come quietly and I'll do whatever you want, ok?"

 "Dat include leavin' me alone?" Remy asked.

 Bobby sighed and looked at the floor, "Sure. If that's what you want. I mean, even though I really think you should talk to someone, myself included. But if you don't want to, that's fine. You can let whatever it is eat at you until you're not sleeping, not eating, and can't focus enough even to walk. If that's what you want then..." Bobby knew he was babbling. It was a secret tactic of his to get what he wanted. When he was younger, he had perfected it on Scott. If you look pathetic and babble long enough, almost anyone will fold. He didn't use it much anymore, but he had a feeling it would work on Remy.

 He was right, "Ok. Stop, Bobby. We'll discuss dis later, eh?"

 Bobby looked up, disguising the triumph he felt with happiness, "Really! Great. Let's go see Hank, I have to run to my room first though."

 Remy warily followed Bobby up the stairs and to his room, knowing he had just been tricked. He shook his head and scolded himself, <<De great t'ief has just been had by an accountant. I must be tired.>>

Least Expected- Part 2

 Bobby whistled as he and Remy made their way to the Med Lab. Remy had watched Bobby the entire way. He had never taken the time to really look at the younger man. He wasn't much younger, maybe two years at the most, but he acted so much younger than that. He some how managed to act so carefree and lighthearted. Remy could remember times that his jokes were depended on by the team during battles. They were all that seemed to keep things from getting too serious. There was only one time that Remy could remember that he had seen the Iceman serious, and it had shocked him. He had started to think that the young man wasn't capable of being serious, but then came Creed. Graydon Creed. Graydon Creed had almost killed Bobby's father.

*~*~*~*~*

Remy and Ororo met Bobby at Mount Sinai Hospital in New York City. He was sitting in the waiting room with his head in his hands. His clothes were rumpled and dirty. Ororo rushed to his side.

"Bobby? Are you alright?" She asked.

Bobby lifted his head warily to look at Ororo. His face showed tracks of tears he was no longer crying and his eyes looked empty. "I... I'm fine." He answered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Remy walked up behind Ororo and watched as she took Bobby into her arms and began to rock him back and forth as he started to cry again. The scene had shaken Remy. He had never seen Bobby cry, never seen him hurt or broken. And that was what he was, broken. A nurse at the hospital had called the mansion; apparently, Bobby was so distraught that he couldn't even hold a phone. Remy had found that hard to believe, until he saw it. He doubted his teammate could even stand on his own right now.

"Robert Drake?" A doctor asked from a set of double doors that lead down a hallway. Suddenly, Remy remembered where he was, a hospital. He wanted to run, but he couldn't leave Bobby. He swallowed the fear and walked to the doctor, not wanting to disturb Ororo and Bobby, who hadn't heard the man.

"Are you Robert Drake?" The doctor asked Remy. He knew that the doctor would only give the information to Bobby, but Bobby was in no condition to hear whatever the news was from someone who didn't know him, who didn't care.

"Yeah. I am." Remy answered, changing his accent to something along the lines of Bobby's. "What's the news?"

The doctor seemed to question whether Remy was lying or not, but decided against questioning anything. "Your father has suffered from a severe concussion, multiple fractures, a broken nose, bruised and broken ribs... in other words, he's not in very good shape. We have managed to stop the internal bleeding caused from a ruptured spleen, but we had to remove the spleen. He can survive with out it, don't worry. He's stable now, but he's not out of the woods yet. They are moving him to a room now. A nurse will get you and tell you the room number as soon as he's settled." The doctor informed Remy.

"Thank you, doctor." Remy said before he turned and headed back to Ororo and Bobby.

"You're welcome." The doctor said to Remy's back. "Now I can go home. Thank god." The doctor said none to quietly as he retreated through the double doors.

Ororo looked up at Remy, "what did he say?"

Bobby looked up as well, his expression making him look like he was ten years old. He was so scared and it hurt Remy to see him like that. Remy sat next to him, "He said y' fat'er is in real bad shape. He's stabilized and he's bein' moved into a room right now." Remy decided against telling Bobby all the facts, he didn't need to hear them right now.

"But he's alive?" Bobby asked in a small voice.

"Oui, he is. Dey had to remove his spleen, but he can live wit'out it." Remy answered.

Bobby breathed a sigh of relief, but remembered that Remy had said his father was in 'bad shape'. "How 'bad' is 'bad'?"

"Remy don' know, Bobby." Without thinking, Remy pulled Bobby into a hug. Bobby quickly accepted the hug and buried his face in Remy's shoulder.

"Thanks for talking to the doc for me, Remy." Bobby said quietly.

"Anytime, mon ami, anytime." Remy answered.

~*~*~*~*~

"Hey, Cajun, you in there? We're here." Bobby said as he threw a crumpled up piece of paper at Remy, shaking him out of his revelry.

"Ouai. Je suis ici." Remy answered.

"Ok, it's official, you're tired." Bobby said as he opened the Med Lab door and led Remy inside.

"Wha' make y' say dat?" Remy asked as he walked inside.

"You're speaking straight French." Bobby answered with a wink. "Hey! Blue! Where are ya?" He called through the lab.

"Ah, hello, my young friend. Hello, Remy. What brings the two of you here this fine afternoon?" Hank asked as he walked in while on the ceiling, smiling.

"Hey ya, Hank. Remy and I are here to shoot the breeze, and so that you can look him over." Bobby answered as he walked to a chair and sat down.

"'Look him over'? Really?" Hank looked at Remy, "How *did* you do it, Bobby?"

"Do what?" Bobby asked as he produced a box of Twinkies, the reason he had taken the detour to his room before he and Remy got to the lab.

Hank turned his attention to the box with a wicked smile, "You truly are evil, Bobby, my boy."

"I know, I know." Bobby smiled proudly as he tossed Hank a Twinkie.

"Now, how did you do it?" Hank asked as he opened the Twinkie and ate it quickly.

"I said 'do what'?" Bobby asked.

Hank gestured for Remy to sit on an examination table, "Get the elusive Cajun down to my humble little corner of the mansion."

"Oh... I have my ways." Bobby said as he started juggling Twinkies.

Remy sat down on the table and glared at Bobby. He started to wonder what he had gotten himself into.

"You can be a tricky one." Hank said as he started to get some equipment and lifted Remy's shirt placing a stethoscope against his skin. "I'm sure you know the drill, but we are ordered to say it anyway. Now, take a deep breath." Hank checked Remy's breathing, temperature, and various other things before concluding the examination. "Well. I conclude that you are suffering from fatigue. Nothing to serious, but it could be. What I prescribe is rest, and plenty of it." Hank turned his attention to Bobby. "Bobby, I am appointing you as Remy's nurse. Keep a close watch on him for the next few days, if you would be so kind."

Bobby cocked an eyebrow at Hank, "Nurse? Are you serious? Do I look like a Nurse?"

"No, but all we have to do is get you a white dress uniform, some white nylons, white shoes, and of course the hat." Hank answered with a grin.

Bobby just threw two more Twinkies at his best friend and got to his feet, "You just want to see me in drag."

Remy couldn't help but chuckle at the picture that sentence produced.

"It would be rather humorous, my friend. See, even Monsieur LeBeau thinks so." Hank answered as he unwrapped one of the projectile Twinkies.

"Right, well, laugh it up, guys, cause you're never gonna see it." Bobby stated. "Come on, Gambit. Have a nice day, Hank!" Bobby called as he left the lab.

Remy, a few feet behind Bobby, heard Hank growl and call after them.

"Bobby, the cream filling is frozen! That was not very nice, you had better not done that to the rest of them." He yelled in mock anger.

 "I've been trying to perfect that little trick for so long!" Bobby laughed as he and Remy headed to the upper levels of the mansion.

Least Expected Part three

 Remy sat on his bed and watched Bobby busy himself with various tasks. He couldn't help but wonder why Bobby was helping him. In the past few months, Remy had done his best to distance himself from everyone believing that if anyone got close to him, they would get hurt. All but Hank and Bobby had decided to keep their distance as well thinking he would come to them if he had a problem. They were far from right. Ever since Remy's return from Antarctica, he had been suffering from nightmares and a constant feeling of cold. He barely ever left the mansion for fear that the weather would turn bad. Yes, after everything that the Cajun thief had been through, something had finally managed to scare him to death. He hated the feeling, it made him weak, hence why he told no one. He felt helpless and a part of him wanted to reach out for help, for warmth, but a bigger part of him, a more stubborn part, refused to show any sign of weakness. He was thankful that Hank had only said that he had fatigue. That was something that could be easily recovered from, but anything bigger would be hard to hide.

 "Ok, Hank said you need to rest, but I have to watch you to make sure you get it, right?" Bobby turned around and looked at Remy.

 "Right." Remy answered, stifling a yawn.

 Bobby smiled, "Well then, is there anything you need before we settle down?"

 Remy gave Bobby a perplexed look, "'We'?"

 Bobby blushed slightly, "Um, well, yeah. I have to watch you, so I figure I'll just stay on your couch." Bobby pointed to a black plush couch in the corner. "That ok?"

 "Yeah, fine." Remy stared to lie down.

 "You didn't answer my question." Bobby stated as he started to take his shoes off.

 "Qui?" Remy had to think of what he had been asked, and then he remembered, "Oh, non. Merci."

 "Yeah, you're welcome." Bobby pulled a blanket over himself as he lay down on the couch.

 "D'accord. Bonne nuit, Bobby." Remy said as he started to drift off into sleep. He couldn't explain it, but Bobby's presence actually relaxed him quite a bit.

 "Good night, Remy." Bobby had gone to his room to get a book before they went to Remy's room, and now he lay on the couch reading quietly. It was seven o'clock at night, much to early for the hyperactive young man to sleep, but he knew he couldn't leave Remy, so he settled on reading one of his various Star Wars books as Remy slept.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

 The world was white again, pitch white. It always was in Remy's dreams, at least it was now. And it was arctic, freezing, mind numbingly cold. Remy wandered the world desperately trying to find away out of the frozen waistland that was his prison, but all he encountered was more white... more ice... more snow. He couldn't feel his feet anymore, and the numbness was creeping up his legs. Soon he knew he wouldn't be able to walk anymore, and once that happened, he knew he would be dead. Remy collapsed on the ground and tried to keep breathing... he was dying. There was no chance that he would survive. He fought his best, but as his eyes started to drift close. He could feel his heart beat slowing and his breathing becoming more ragged and difficult... slower and harder... slower and harder... slower... slower...

 "NO!" Remy screamed as he awoke. He instinctively wrapped all the blankets around himself and began to hyperventilate. This was always the way he woke up now; except for one change... someone was holding him. Someone had gotten through the layers of blankets and was telling him to calm down, to breathe. That everything was ok, that he was home. The confusion from the dream was starting to fade as he realized he was in his own room back at the mansion. He still had no idea who was comforting him, but he didn't care in the least. He wrapped his arms around the person and cried, feeling completely safe for the first time since he came home.

 Finally, Remy calmed down enough to pull back and look his rescuer in the face, "Bobby?" Remy asked, his voice raw from crying.

 Bobby's eyes were full of worry, concern, and something else... "Yeah. Remy, are you ok?"

 Remy took a deep breath, "Oui, thanks to y'. Je suis desole."

 Bobby looked at Remy, slightly confused, "Why?" He had taken French and could still understand a fair amount.

 "Je ne sais pas. For wakin' y'. For cryin'... I'm sorry." Remy said.

 Bobby sighed, "You didn't wake me, and you needed to cry. Now, do you want to talk about the nightmare?"

 Remy looked at Bobby, he could feel the younger mans emotions clearly. Bobby was feeling worry, concern, and... <<non... dat's impossible.>> love. "Not'in'. It was not'in'." Remy answered.

 "Oh no you don't, Remy... it was something. Now what was it?" Bobby pressed.

 "Not'in'. Don't push me, Bobby." Remy warned, his temper suddenly rising.

 "Don't push you? Why not? I'm not backing down, LeBeau. I'm sick and tired of people thinking I'll back down if they threaten me. Spill or I'll make you spill." Bobby countered.

 Remy had to suppress his urge to hit Bobby, "Why do y' care anyway?"

 "Because I love you." Bobby answered without thought. Suddenly what he had just confessed hit him. Bobby's eyes went wide and he jumped off the bed. "Oh... oh god. Remy, I'm sorry. I'll leave now. Please don't kill me. Oh shit. That was bad... that was really bad. Good one, Drake, way to think." Bobby babbled and scolded himself as he headed for the door.

 Remy blinked a few times, not expecting the answer he had received. So he wasn't misinterpreting Bobby's feelings, he did love him. That thought made Remy warm to the core, but scared him just the same. If he let Bobby in that would just be another person he would end up hurting. Before Remy could finish processing the confession and decide on how he felt, he heard his door start to open. He bounded off the bed and shut the door before Bobby could get out, pinning Bobby between himself and the door in the process.

 Bobby closed his eyes tight and turned his head, expecting to be punched. Instead, he felt a hand on his chin gently coaxing him to face forward. "Bobby?"

 Bobby opened one eye to see Remy standing in front of him not the least bit hostile. He looked more curious than anything else. Bobby opened his other eye and took a good look at Remy. "You're shivering. Are you ok?" Bobby asked, worried.

 Remy hadn't even noticed he was shivering, probably aftermath of the nightmare. "I'm fine."

 Bobby didn't believe it, but wanted to discuss another subject, "Why am I still standing?"

 "Qui?" Remy asked in response.

 "I mean, why haven't you... you know, hit me or something yet." Bobby asked sheepishly.

 "How long have y' felt dat way?" Remy asked, ignoring what Bobby had said.

 Bobby took a deep breath and thought, "Not sure... for a while now, I guess." He answered.

 "Are you...?" Remy left the question open.

 "Gay? Well, one would think so, wouldn't they? Actually, I'm bi. I know, I know, Hank and I have had many discussions over whether a person can prefer both sexes or not, but I have come to the official decision that I do. I mean, Opal was hot. And when you work with quite a few really sexy women, you kinda can't *not* notice, but then there's the men too... but I' ve never had a boyfriend; never had the guts to confess my feelings to anyone. I think I'm more into guys than girls, but... I'm babbling again, huh." Bobby looked at Remy, realizing that he was explaining himself a bit too much.

 "Ouai, y' are." Remy smiled.

 Bobby blushed, "Sorry."

 "Pour ce qui?" Remy asked.

 "For babbling, and saying what I said. I'll leave now." Bobby tried to leave again.

 "Non, y' can't leave." Remy stated.

 Bobby looked at Remy, a twinge of fear in his eyes, "Why not?"

 Remy leaned in and kissed Bobby passionately. Bobby jumped at the sudden contact, but quickly relaxed and wrapped his arms around Remy's neck. Remy began to run his fingers through Bobby's hair, not wanting the moment to stop. They finally broke the kiss at the same time, both desperately in need of breath.

 "Wow." Bobby panted.

 "Oui." Remy answered as they rested forehead to forehead.

 "So, is that why I can't leave?" Bobby asked.

 "Oui."

 "Is that all you can say?"

 "Where did y' learn t' kiss like that?" Remy asked.

 Bobby blushed, "Huh? Mr. Casanova is asking me that question? Did we slip into an alternate dimension or something? What about you?"

 Remy chuckled a little, "Remy's a born natural." He answered jokingly.

 "You could say that again." Bobby's eyes started to wander about the room. "So. does this mean you feel the same way?"

 "I t'ink so, cher." Remy answered.

 Bobby's eyes wandered back to Remy's face, "Really?" He smiled.

 Remy kissed Bobby again, "Really."

 "So, now what?" Bobby asked nervously.

 "Je ne sais pas. Wha' do y' want t' do?" Remy winked at Bobby, his nightmare completely forgotten.

 Bobby blushed "Um... uhh... oh man."

 "Bobby?" Remy asked. He could feel Bobby's feelings. Bobby was scared, and nervous, but happy. "Wha' y' scared of?"

 Bobby looked up at Remy, his eyes wider then they were before. "Scared? Who said I was scared?"

 "You're emotions, cher. I can feel dem." Remy answered.

 "You're an empath?" Bobby asked in surprise.

 "Oui, and yore scared. Pourquoi?"

 Bobby sighed, "'Cause I've never done... well... *anything* with a guy before. I don't know where to start or what to do. Its kinda uncharted territory." Bobby said quietly.

 Remy smiled, "Remy understands. We'll go as slow as y' want, d'accord?" He gently pulled Bobby into a hug.

 "Yeah, thanks." Bobby hugged Remy back.

 Remy pulled back so that he could look Bobby in the face. "Now, Remy's tired. Would y' come t' bed wit me, Bobby?"

 Bobby's face lit up, "I would love to." Remy and Bobby got to the bed and Remy laid down. Bobby smiled and crawled in next to him. "Now, do you think you can get some rest?" Bobby asked.

 "Qui, Bobby, I t'ink I can." Remy answered as he rolled over and rested his head on Bobby's chest. "But only if y' do one t'ing."

 "What's that?" Bobby asked.

 "Take y'r shirt off." Remy answered with a smile.

 Bobby blushed but obliged Remy's request and threw his shirt onto the floor. "That better?"

 "Ouai. Much better." Remy rested his head back against Bobby's chest and got comfortable. Bobby wrapped his arms protectively around Remy.

 "You think you'll have any more nightmares?" Bobby asked quietly.

 "Non. Not wit' y' here." Remy answered as he started to drift off to sleep.

 "Good. Will you tell me about the nightmare in the morning?" Bobby asked.

 "Qui, now can we go t' sleep?" Remy asked sleepily.

 "Yeah, I think we can. G'night, Remy." Bobby said through a yawn.

 "Good night, Bobby. Je t'aime." Remy said as he drifted back into sleep.

 "I love you too, Rem." Bobby responded as he joined Remy in sleep.

Least Expected - Pt 4

 Bobby slowly woke, his eyes taking their time as they focused on the ceiling above him. He looked around the room and quickly realized it wasn't his. <<Ok... think, Bobby, think. Where are you?>> He asked himself as he tried to stretch, quickly realizing that he couldn't. He looked down to see Remy sleeping on his chest. The occurrences of the night before came flooding back to him. <<I really told him I love him, didn't I. Oh man, what was I thinking..?>> Bobby's thoughts took a sidetrack as he looked over Remy's face and began to slowly run his fingers through Remy's hair. <<He really is beautiful when he's sleeping.>>

 Remy stirred slightly and moaned in his sleep as he cuddled closer to Bobby. He felt warmer and safer than he had in months, but he couldn't figure out why. As he slowly started to wake up, he felt someone gently playing with his hair. <<Who is dat?>> he asked himself, not quite able to remember clearly. He gently raised his head to find himself looking into Bobby's beautiful blue eyes. "Mornin'." He whispered, smiling when he remembered what Bobby had confessed before they went to sleep.

 "Good morning." Bobby smiled back.

 Remy leaned down and gently kissed Bobby, "Sleep well, cher?"

 "Yeah, you?" Bobby asked as he moved stray hairs out of Remy's face.

 "Oui, merci." Remy answered.

 Bobby laughed a little, "You are so very welcome."

 Remy moved in for another kiss while letting his hands wander up Bobby's smooth chest to his shoulders to slowly twine in his hair as Bobby's hands caressed his back. Remy's tongue asked for entrance into Bobby's mouth, and was quickly granted it. Their tongues began to battle for dominance as the kiss became more passionate. They finally broke the kiss, both desperately in need of breath.

 "God, I love you, Remy." Bobby gasped out.

 Remy reinitiated the kiss before he spoke, "I love y' too, Bobby." Remy rolled himself on top of Bobby, causing the younger man to moan at the unexpected movement. "But right now, Remy wants t' play." He said, smirking evilly at the man below him.

 "You know..." Bobby panted as Remy started to kiss and nip at his chest, "You seem to have... oh god... a lot... shit... more energy... ooh, do that again... than you did last night... oh wow." Bobby moaned.

 Remy chuckled as he continued down Bobby's torso. "What can I say, y' do somet'in' to ol' Remy."

 Bobby tried to focus, "You're two years older than me, that's not old." He said quickly.

 *Bobby?* Jean suddenly called telepathically to Bobby.

 Bobby jumped at the sudden mental contact causing Remy to look up, confused. "It's Jean." Bobby told him before he answered her. *Um... yeah, Jean?*

 *You're late for your danger room session with Logan. Are you feeling alright?* She asked, concern in her mental voice.

 *Oh, um... yeah. I'm fine. I must have overslept.* Bobby answered as Remy went back to his exploration of his body. *Um... how 'late' is 'late' ?*

 Jean mentally smiled, *Only five minutes. Hank mentioned that you were helping Remy out, did he keep you up late last night?*

 Bobby suppressed a moan, *It was a rough night. Tell Logan... oh no. Scott was going to supervise or something today! I am so dead.* Bobby groaned.

 "Somet'in' wrong, cher?" Remy asked, momentarily stopping his actions.

 "Yeah, Scott's gonna kill me." Bobby answered, "I'm late for the danger room."

 *Don't worry, Bobby. I'll tell Scott something. Just get down here, ok?* Jean sent.

 *Ok. Tell Logan I'm sorry. I'll be there in ten minutes.* Bobby sent.

 *Will do. See you soon.* Jean sent before she ended contact.

 "So, I guess dat means I have t' let y' go, non?" Remy asked.

 "Yep. I have to get going before Logan decides to help Scott kill me." Bobby bounded out of bed and put his shirt on. "Sorry I have to run." Bobby turned to face Remy and suddenly found his feet really interesting. "Um, do you want to do something tonight? Like go out or something?" Bobby asked nervously.

 Remy smiled, feeling Bobby's nervousness and wanting to sooth him. He stood up and walked over to Bobby and wrapped his arms around Bobby's waist. "Oui, mon cher. I would love t'."

 Bobby blushed and looked at Remy, his nervousness gone, "Really?"

 "Ouai... now, y're gonna be later den y' already are." Remy briefly kissed Bobby, "Now go. I'll see y' later."

 Bobby smiled, "Yeah, ok. Bye." Bobby said as he opened the door.

 "Bye." Remy answered as he watched Bobby run down the hall to his own room.

Least Expected - Pt 5

Bobby dodged the many obstacles of the danger room as Logan did the same on the other side of the room. The session was going fairly well, considering he was twenty minutes late. Scott looked like he had wanted to scold Bobby, but thankfully, Jean must have told him a good story.

Logan didn't even say anything, he just snorted and said, "Nice of ya to make it, bub."

The session in itself was very routine, half way through Remy joined Scott and Jean in the control room.

"Good morning, Remy. How are you?" Jean asked cheerily.

"Good Mornin', Jean. I'm good." Remy looked out the windows to watch Bobby go through the training sequence.

"How are you feeling?" She asked.

"Good." Remy answered.

Logan and Bobby switched sides and the session turned more vigorous than it had been.

"Is there anything we can help you with, Gambit?" Scott asked from his position at the window.

"Non, just watching." Remy answered.

*~*~*~*~

Bobby dodged a huge piece of shrapnel and froze a gun as Logan ripped a robot to pieces. He was doing really well considering his mind was somewhere else completely. He ran around his part of the danger room, dodging everything he could as he kept an eye out for Logan. He just couldn't keep his mind on all things at once, and began to wonder what Jean had told Scott when a huge piece of a gun went flying in his direction. He saw it just as it hit him, successfully pinning him underneath it.

*~*~*~*~

Remy saw the shrapnel before Bobby did and ran out of the control room towards the danger room. Scott and Jean were close in tow.

*Bobby? Are you all right?* Jean telepathically contacted Bobby, concern in her mental voice.

*I think so. Nothing broken, yea for being a giant ice cube, right?* Bobby answered.

*We're almost there; the session has been shut down. Just stay still.* Jean said, then she contacted Logan. *Can you get to Bobby, Logan?*

*The kids pinned. Doesn't look good.* Logan answered.

Scott opened the doors to the danger room and charged in, surveying the scene. "We need to get that thing off of him, Jean, do you think you can do it?" Scott asked.

"No, I can get it." Bobby answered.

Scott looked at Bobby, "No, you can't. That thing is to big," Scott answered.

All of a sudden, the room got much colder. All eyes turned to Bobby as frost began to form on the floor and the shrapnel on top Bobby.

Remy unconsciously wrapped his arms around himself and shivered, wanting to flee from the cold, but not wanting to leave Bobby.

Bobby threw the shrapnel off of himself and into the wall on the other side, where it shattered like glass. After a few seconds, a satisfied smile spread across Bobby's face as he rolled over, still in Ice-form.

"Are you sure you should be moving?" Jean asked.

"I'm fine. Remember the big block of ice that is me? I'll live." Bobby answered as he crawled to his feet and looked himself over, noticing no marks. "See, not even a scratch."

Jean breathed a sigh of relief. "You should probably have Hank look you over anyway." She chided.

"That was a stupid stunt, Drake. What were you thinking? Why weren't you paying attention?" Scott fumed.

"Stunt? You know, not everyone is as perfect as you, Cyclops." Bobby answered turning around to face Scott.

"At least everyone else can keep focused." Scott shot back. "You could have killed yourself!"

"Right. No 'I'm glad you're alright' or 'how'd you do that' just 'you screwed up again, Bobby' like normal. You know, a guy can only take so much shit, Scott." Bobby answered as the room temperature dropped further.

"Bobby, Scott, please." Jean cut in. She waited until both men were looking at her before she continued. "Bobby, you are going to freeze us all if you keep this up. And Scott, relax, Bobby should be with Hank right now, not fighting with you. We can discuss this later."

Scott glared at Bobby behind his glasses, "Fine. Go see Hank, and if he say's you're ok, come see me. We have to talk." Before Bobby could retort, Scott angrily marched out of the danger room.

Bobby glared at the space that Scott had previously occupied and said nothing.

"Never is a shortage of mellow drama's in this place." Logan muttered as he headed out of the danger room. "Glad yer ok, kid."

"Remy, could you please escort Bobby to the medlab?" Jean asked,

"Oui." Remy answered as he walked to Bobby and lead him down the hall.

Jean watched them leave with a small smile on her face, "Something's up between those two." She said to herself.

"Yer tellin' me." Logan said from the hallway.

She snickered as she left the danger room and went off to find Scott.

~*~*~*~

"Remy, are you ok?" Bobby asked as they walked to the med lab.

"Isn't dat a question I should be askin' y'?" Remy answered. He looked at Bobby and noticed the concern in his eyes. "Ouai, just." Remy tried to suppress a shiver.

Suddenly, Bobby understood. "Oh my god! Rem, I'm so sorry!" Bobby switched from his ice form to human, suddenly feeling very weak. His steps faltered and he supported himself of the wall. "Ok. that might not have been the best idea."

Remy rushed to Bobby's side and pulled him into his arms. "Are y' alright?"

"I think so, that happens sometimes. I must have been more injured than I thought I was." Bobby answered as Remy helped him to the med lab.

"Wha' do y' mean?" Remy asked.

"Well, I can actually heal myself by changing forms, I guess. I still don't quite understand it, but it's something I learned the hard way. It just takes a lot out of me, and it hurts. But I'll live." Bobby answered.

Remy looked Bobby over as they walked the few remaining feet to the med lab. He was pale and his breathing seemed labored, and he was cold. But that was to be expected, it probably took him a while to get back to normal body temperature after using his powers, Remy thought. He was worried about the man in his arms, more worried than he had been about almost anyone in quite a while. He remembered seeing the shrapnel fly through the air and wished he had just jumped through the glass and pushed Bobby out of the way. Even if he had ended up injured, Bobby would be fine. Remy pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind and focused on easing Bobby's pain with his empathic abilities as he pushed the button to call Hank.

"You rang?" Hank answered as he opened the door and looked at the scene before him, "Oh dear!" He exclaimed as he helped Remy get Bobby into the lab. "What happened?"

"Just a slight... miscalculation. I'm fine, really." Bobby answered weakly.

Hank sighed, "Miscalculation?" He shook his head as he and Remy helped Bobby onto a table. "Lay down, young man. I shall return." Hank rushed to another part of the lab to get some materials.

"Why doesn't anyone believe me?" Bobby asked no one in particular.

"'Cause y' hurt, cher. Now please just relax, an' you probably shouldn' talk." Remy said as he ran his fingers through Bobby's hair in an attempt to calm him.

"Right, when do I ever not talk?" Bobby asked in response, his voice still very quiet.

Hank stood back and watched the pair curiously before he rejoined them. "Monsieur LeBeau is correct, Mr. Drake. How ever impossible it may sound, silence is the best thing for you to be at the moment, other than being still, that is." Hank pulled a tray over and placed the materials on it. "Now, we should get the top half of your uniform off." Hank turned to Remy, "If you would be so kind as to help me with this?"

"Naturellement." Remy responded as he helped Hank remove the top half of Bobby's uniform.

"Thank you. Now, I know you don't like these places, but I will need you to tell me what happened, Remy... if that is all right." Hank said as he started his examination.

"Oui. Dat's all right." Remy answered. He filled Hank in on the accident in the danger room as Hank went through a few tests on Bobby.

"Well now, thank all that is on high that you can heal yourself, Bobby, because from the sound of it, you are quite lucky." Hank said as he finished the last test. "It appears that you are in good health, considering, except for the fact that you are weakened. Looks like the shoe is on the other foot, so to speak." Hank smiled and looked at Remy. "Would you mind escorting our young friend to his room and making sure he gets some rest?"

"Non." Remy smiled, happy to hear that Bobby was going to be fine.

"Good." Hank helped Bobby to sit up and get back into his uniform. "Now, you heard me, just get some rest."

"Yeah, yeah." Bobby answered as he slid off the examination table and stood, Remy's arm quickly wrapping around his waist for support. Bobby rested his head on Remy's shoulder as the two turned to leave.

"Merci, Henri." Remy called back to Hank before the doors closed behind them.

"Hmm... you are quite welcome, Monsieur LeBeau." Hank answered himself as he watched the pair leave, his head tilted in curiosity. He had never seen Remy so calm in a medical setting before, and then there was the fact that he seemed to be comforting Bobby. "That was... slightly odd."

Least Expected - Part 6

 "Scott, are you sure you aren't over reacting?" Jean asked as she watched her husband pace back and forth in his office.

 "He could have died, Jean. Bobby needs to learn to be more responsible! We can't have any mistakes like that out in the field. He could bring harm to himself, other teammates, or the mission." Scott answered, still furious at Bobby's accident in the danger room.

 "I know, Scott. But he's all right, and you know that Bobby has never made a mistake like that on a mission." Jean chided gently.

 "I know, but..." Scott trailed off, most of the fire behind his anger fading.

 "But what?"

 "I don't know what I would do if we lost someone else. " Scott said as he sat in the chair behind his desk. "I've known Bobby for ten years... since I was 16 years old. Sure, he's a pain in the ass, and off the wall most of the time, but he's... he's still practically my brother." Scott leaned forward and rested his head in his hands. "He's one of the first members of this team. He has to be more careful, that's all."

 Jean stood and walked over to Scott. She sat on his desk and tenderly massaged Scott's neck. "I know, dear, I know. Have you ever considered telling him that yourself?"

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

 Bobby lay down on his bed, still in uniform. "I really hate not being able to do anything." He sat up to look at Remy, but had to lay back down from pain. "Ok, that hurt."

 "Bobby, cher, be careful." Remy said as he walked over to him and sat on the bed. "Y' need y'r rest."

 "Yeah, but I'm really not as tired as I was. Can you at least lie down with me?" Bobby asked quietly.

 "Oui, cher. Remy t'ink he can do dat." Remy lay down next to Bobby who rolled over and curled up next to Remy.

 "Thanks." Bobby said quietly.

 "Anytime, cher. How are y' feelin'?" Remy moved some stray dark-blond hairs off of Bobby's forehead.

 "Fine. Just sore is all. I wonder what I hurt." Bobby answered.

 "Remy don' care. Jus' as long as y' alright, Remy just don't care." Remy answered as he kissed his lover gently on the forehead.

 Bobby smiled as he realized how tired he really was. "Does Remy mind if I take a short nap?" Bobby asked jokingly.

 Remy chuckled, "Non. Remy don' mind."

 Bobby smiled, "K. 'night." Bobby said before he fell asleep.

 Remy shook his head in amazement at the fact that Bobby was fast asleep. It had only taken seconds. <<Mon dieu, I wish I could fall asleep like dat.>> Remy thought to himself as he watched Bobby sleep, feeling more content than he had in quite a while.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* "Maybe you should go check on him, make sure he's alright..." Jean said quietly, still rubbing Scott's neck.

 "And apologize. You want me to apologize, right?" Scott added quietly.

 "And here I thought I was the telepath." Jean smiled a little. "Yes, Scott, it might not be such a bad idea." Jean answered.

 "I know, but." Scott groaned, "What do I say?"

 "You say, 'I'm sorry'. I know it sounds kind of hard, but I think you can do it." Jean giggled.

 "Very funny, Jean." Scott sighed.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

 Remy jumped slightly at the sound of someone knocking on the door. He had started drifting off to sleep while watching Bobby. He looked down at the young man sleeping on his chest and carefully moved out from underneath him to get the door. Bobby moaned and stirred a little, but didn't wake as Remy got to the door.

 "Ouai?" He asked quietly as he carefully opened the door to see Scott on the other side. "Oh, you." Remy walked out of the room and softly closed the door behind him. "Wha' do y' want, Scott?"

 "I want to talk to Bobby." Scott answered sternly.

 "Non. He's resting." Remy answered, standing firmly in front of the door.

 Scott glared at Remy, "What are you doing here, anyway? He's none of your concern."

 Remy's eyes narrowed, "He *is* my concern. He's a teammate, he's a friend, and he's my..." Remy barely stopped himself in time.

 Scott looked at Remy curiously, "He's your what?"

 <<T'ink, LeBeau.>> "He's my responsibility." Remy said, thankful for his quick thinking.

 "That is *not* what you were going to say." Scott said.

 "Wha' do y' want, Scott?" Remy asked, changing the subject.

 "I want to... is he all right?" Scott asked, suddenly realizing that Remy had said Bobby was 'resting'.

 "Oui, he's fine. He was more injured den he t'ought he was. Henri checked 'im out and said he just needs rest." Remy answered.

 "Can I see him?" Scott asked, slight concern in his voice.

 Remy thought about it, "Y' start t' yell at 'im, and I'll deck ya." Remy answered before he opened the door and led Scott inside.

 Scott walked inside. He remembered the first time Bobby moved into this room. Just a boy at the time, he was so frightened... so troubled. Bobby had pleaded with Scott not to leave him alone. He practically clung to Scott as he cried. Scott's heart went out to the thirteen year old. His life had probably been fairly normal up till that very night. The night when he tried to protect his girlfriend from bullies and accidentally incased one of them in ice. Then one thing lead to another and he and Scott were almost hanged. Scott shook himself out of the memory and looked around the room, his eyes resting on the sleeping form in the bed.

 Scott walked over to the bed and looked Bobby over. He leaned down and whispered, "Bobby, I'm sorry I reacted the way I did. Please forgive me." After a brief moment, he stood and turned, heading for the door. "If he needs anything, let me know." Scott said as he started to open the door. "Can I talk to you outside?" He asked Remy, gesturing to the hall outside.

 Remy looked back at Bobby and then to the hall and walked out the door, Scott behind him.

 "Ok, what is going on?" Scott asked sternly.

 "Wha' are y' talkin' about?" Remy asked in return.

 "Something is going on. Now, what were you going to say a few minutes ago? Why are you so concerned about Bobby?" Scott pressed.

 "Leave it alone, Cyclops." Remy answered. He wanted to tell Scott if only to see the expression on his face, but he wasn't sure Bobby wanted to make their relationship public yet.

 "No. I won't. I order you to tell me. What is going on between you two?" Scott backed Remy into the wall behind him.

 "I love 'im." Remy answered, his restraint broken.

 Scott looked at Remy in shock. That both was and wasn't the answer he had expected. On some level, it made sense, but that level was far from Scott's reasoning at the moment. "Does he love you?" Scott asked, doing his best to keep Bobby's best interests in mind rather than trying to rationalize the situation.

 "I t'ink so. Dat's sometin' y're gonna have t' ask 'im, homme." Remy answered.

 "We'll discuss this later. But let's get one thing straight, ok? If you hurt him, I'll kill you." Scott growled at Remy. Then he turned and started down the hall, "Don't forget that."

 Remy watched Scott leave, a slight smirk on his face. "I won't, mon ami, I won't." He said to Scott's back before he headed back into Bobby's room.

Least Expected - Part 7

 Bobby awoke slowly, feeling someone running their hands gently through his hair. He opened his eyes and looked up to see Remy smiling down at him. Bobby returned the smile, "Hey."

 "Hey. How d'ya feel?" Remy asked, still playing with Bobby's hair,

 "With my hands." Bobby joked as he leaned up and kissed Remy chastely.

 "Y' must be feelin' better, yer crackin' jokes." Remy chuckled.

 Bobby sat up and stretched, moaning softly as he felt the muscles in his back and shoulders loosen with the movement. Remy watched with a small smile, admiring the younger man's physique. Bobby cracked his neck before he turned back to Remy, "What are you smilin' at?" He asked curiously.

 "You." Remy answered honestly, running a hand over Bobby's cheek.

 Bobby blushed and smiled as he leaned into the touch, "Um... me?"

 "Ouai." Remy leaned up and kissed Bobby, placing his hand on the back of Bobby's neck to pull him a little closer. Bobby relaxed against Remy, opening his mouth slightly to let Remy's tongue slip inside. Their tongues dueled as Bobby crawled on top of Remy, straddling him, and ran his fingers up and down Remy's sides. He clutched the hem of Remy's t-shirt and started pulling it up, reluctantly breaking the kiss to pull it off completely. His hands wandered over the newly exposed skin of Remy's chest as he kissed Remy 's neck.

Remy quickly flipped Bobby onto his back, switching their positions. He licked a trail from the base of Bobby's neck up to his ear where he nipped at his earlobe. Bobby gasped and moaned, his hands resting on Remy's hips as he dropped his head to the side, giving Remy more access. Remy's hands wandered down over Bobby's chest as Remy began to descend, licking and nibbling down Bobby's neck before he stopped on one of Bobby's nipples and licked it.

"Oh gods." Bobby moaned as Remy continued his assault, sucking on one nipple before switching to the other. Remy explored the expanse of Bobby's torso, his fingers memorizing every inch as his mouth followed their trail with kisses, licks, and nips. Bobby writhed under Remy, moaning and sighing incoherently, his hands placed on Remy's shoulders. Remy slid one hand under Bobby's boxers and wrapped it around Bobby's hip as he leaned up to look at Bobby, his eyes drinking in the sight of his flushed face and sweat tinged hair.

"Remy." Bobby moaned quietly.

 "Oui, cher?"

Bobby looked up at Remy, "Why'd you stop?"

Remy smiled, "Had a question t' ask y', cher."

Bobby returned Remy's smile, "Ask away, love." He replied, adding his own term of endearment.

"D'ya wanna go all d' way?" Remy asked.

"Yes." Bobby answered.

 "D'accord." Remy nodded as he crawled off of Bobby, "We're gonna need somet'in', cher."

Bobby thought for a moment, "Bathroom medicine cabinet, bottom shelf."

Remy got off of the bed and headed for the bathroom, following Bobby's instruction. He returned with a tube of lube. "How are we doin' dis?" He asked as he climbed back on the bed.

"The way we were before?" Bobby asked.

"D'accord." Remy answered as he slipped Bobby's boxers off. He sat back and admired Bobby for a moment, the hard muscles under the soft flesh, before he finished undressing as well and kneeled in between Bobby's legs. "Yer beautiful, cher. " He whispered. "Have ya ever done dis before?"

Bobby blushed at Remy's comment and shook his head, "No,"

"Are y' sure y' want to?" Remy asked, wanting to be absolutely sure that Bobby wanted to take this step.

"Yes." Bobby answered.

Remy nodded as he lubed up one of his fingers, "Dis is probably gonna be a bit uncomfortable at first, cher, but I promise t' be as gentle as I can." Remy slowly slipped the first finger into Bobby. Bobby gasped at the intrusion. "C'est d'accord, cher... jus' relax." Remy assured Bobby as he leaned down and kissed him on the forehead, gently easing his finger all the way inside Bobby. Bobby relaxed as best he could, slowly getting used to the new sensation. Remy crooked his finger slightly, brushing against Bobby 's prostate.

"Oh gods, Remy!" Bobby gasped.

Remy smiled, feeling Bobby relax a bit more and he slowly began a rhythm pumping his finger in and out. After a while, he added a second finger, widening Bobby's passage. Bobby moaned as the second finger was added, but didn't protest at all. Remy added a third finger, wanting to make their eventual coupling as comfortable for Bobby as he could. Finally feeling that Bobby was ready, he slid his fingers out and positioned himself at Bobby's opening before lubing up his cock.

"Ready, cher?" Remy asked as he leaned down and brushed some of Bobby's sweat soaked hair off of his forehead.

"Yeah. Ready." Bobby looked up at Remy, a small smile playing across his face.

"Je t'aime, Bobby." Remy whispered as he placed his hands on either side of Bobby to steady himself.

"I love you too, Remy." Bobby answered as Remy began to slowly push inside of him. Bobby closed his eyes and began to concentrate on keeping relaxed, placing his hands on Remy's shoulders. Remy, finally sheathed inside his lover, stilled and waited for Bobby to adjust to him before he did anything else. The sensations that were going through his body and mind were almost overwhelming as it was, and now that he was physically connected to Bobby, it only heightened the sensations. He could feel Bobby's love and adoration along with his lust inside his head. His body tingled with need.

Remy slowly pulled out of Bobby almost completely before he pushed back in, keeping the movements as slow and steady as he could. Bobby adjusted quickly and pressed against Remy, starting a steady rhythm. One of Remy's hands wandered over and down Bobby's sweat covered chest and grasped his cock. Bobby moaned, all of his senses on fire as he arched up into the touch.

"Gods, Remy..." Bobby dropped his head back moaning and groaning with each thrust as Remy pumped his cock. Remy sped up his thrusts and pumps, moaning himself as Bobby's hands moved to link behind his neck, kneading gently.

"Oh, cher." Remy moaned dropping his head to his chest and closing his eyes.

"Remy... gods, I'm so close..." Bobby groaned, his breathing hitching.

"Let go, cher." Remy breathed, pumping and thrusting faster. Bobby came with a gasp, throwing his head back as his body shuddered under his release. Remy groaned as Bobby's muscles clenched around him. He thrust two more times before he followed Bobby over the edge, moaning Bobby's name as he exploded inside his lover.

Remy pulled out of Bobby and rolled to the side before he collapsed next to him, "Gods, Bobby, je t'aime." He sighed as he pulled Bobby into his arms.

"Remy... that was. amazing. I love you so much." Bobby whispered cuddling close to Remy.

Remy kissed the top of Bobby's head, "Oui, mon amour, it was." Remy could feel Bobby's love for him flow through his shields. He had never felt so loved in his life, and it felt exquisite. Remy held Bobby close as Bobby yawned.

"Do you mind if we take a little nap, I'm kinda tired." Bobby asked, still a little worn out from his accident in the Danger Room earlier that day.

"Non, cher. Dat's fine." Remy answered, gently running his fingers through Bobby's soft hair. "Get some rest."

"Ok." Bobby yawned a second time before resting his head on Remy's chest. "G'night, Rem. Love you,"

"G'night, cher, Je t'aime, aussi." Remy answered, kissing Bobby on the top of his head as Bobby slowly drifted off to sleep.

TBC