**Warning: This story has a suicidal theme**

Logan walked into the boathouse without knocking and crossed through the entryway and into the living room where he found Remy recounting his pills. "What are you doing kid?" He asked loudly.

Remy wasn't startled, "counting," he replied without looking up.

Logan was suddenly frozen by Remy's reply. This wasn't what he thought he'd find when he decided to come to the boathouse. Remy hadn't stopped so he was forced to watch the boy as he continued hovering over a plateful of pills. "Stop," Logan finally forced the word to come out of his mouth.

"Huh?" Remy asked as he looked up for the first time. Only then had he realized the importance of Logan's presence.

"I said stop," Logan repeated as he crouched down before the younger man and reached for the plate.

"Non," Remy shouted as he grabbed hold of the plate with both hands. Sleeping pills rolled off the sides as the two struggled for control. "Go 'way!" Remy demanded with wide, determined eyes.

"Not a chance kiddo," Logan replied as he finally managed to rip the plate out of Remy's hands. Sleeping pills scattered all over the floor, but the majority of them had managed to stay on the plate that Logan now carried away.

"NO!" Remy shouted as he reached over Logan's shoulder and grabbed a handful. He smiled at his accomplishment and opened his mouth as he raised his hand in hopes that he had managed to grab enough.

"Remy stop," Logan urged as he watched the younger man bring the fistful up to his parted lips. Logan dropped the plate and moved to grab Remy's arm when his words had no affect on the other man.

He managed to force Remy's hands down to his sides and eventually behind his back. "Why you stop me?" Remy asked brokenly as tears streamed freely down his face. Remy struggled against his grip and tried to twist free. His lack of strength was his undoing because normally he would be able to struggle his way out of the hold.

"You can't really want to do this Remy," Logan explained as he grabbed his chin and forced Remy to look at him while still pinning Remy's wrists with the other.

"Want it more than anything," Remy assured him. He was angry that Logan had interrupted him when he was so close to ending everything. He didn't want to hurt anymore; he couldn't take the isolation anymore. He wanted it all to end; he needed it all to end.

The admission made Logan sick as he realized how brutally honest it was. Logan pulled Remy closer as he pried open the hand that still held a fistful of pills. When he heard the pills hit the floor he let go of the younger man's wrists and wrapped his arms around Remy tightly.

Remy's sobs shook Logan's body as his tears soaked his shirt. He rubbed Remy's back gently, but remained silent because he didn't have a clue what he should say. Eventually Remy grew quiet and still against him, but Logan didn't release him. Logan kept rubbing his back gently as he tried to figure out what to do.

Remy didn't fight the embrace, the contact was much needed and he was going to cling to it as long as possible. He closed his eyes and pretended that Logan might actually care. He knew it wasn't true; he was just trying to save the X-Men the trouble that would be caused if Remy killed himself in the boathouse.

Remy was the first to break the silence, "I won't do it on the grounds," he offered. He didn't attempt to pull out of Logan's arms as he spoke.

"Remy," Logan said his name quietly as he closed his eyes. This was too much for him, his own guilt was about to drown him. They had done this, the X-Men; every single one of them was responsible. Logan included himself in the assessment.

"Just let me go and I promise I won't come back," Remy explained. "Won't cause no more trouble. You can pretend I never been here," he suggested. It was the best solution that Remy could think of. He should have remembered that Logan would probably come to the boathouse to punish him for breaking into the mansion the night before. He should have left with his pills and found a dumpy motel to end his life in. It's where he deserved to die anyways.

Logan's eyes became wet at the words and the meaning behind them. "I ain't letting you go anywhere kid," he informed Remy.

"Why?" Remy asked with a quivering voice. "Can't live like this no more," he insisted. He could be no more truthful with Logan then that statement.

"I'm sorry I never noticed how much we hurt ya Rem," Logan admitted. He needed to convince Remy to trust him enough to come back to the mansion. He needed to get Remy out of the boathouse immediately and he wasn't sure how to do it.

"It's alright," Remy lied, "just let me go." As soon as Logan released him he planned on running. The feral may be able to catch him but Remy had to at least try to get away. There was no way he was going to let them mess with him even more. He knew they hated him and he didn't want them pretending otherwise. It would all be fake and he had no desire to watch them pretend.

"I can't let you go kiddo," Logan insisted. He knew that Remy was ready to make a run for it, but he didn't want the boy to get away or get hurt. So he held on.

"Why?" Remy pleaded again, this time bringing his eyes to look at Logan's face. He finally struggled in Logan's embrace as he realized nothing else was working.

Logan stilled him easily and Remy let his head fall against Logan's shoulder. "Tired kiddo?" Logan asked gently.

"Always tired," Remy admitted accidently.

"Let's go back to the mansion and get some sleep then," Logan suggested.

"Not gonna go back there," Remy insisted even as his body no longer offered much fight.

"Okay, let's go upstairs then," Logan offered as an alternative.

"Why?" Remy asked slightly dazed by the comfort he felt from being held.

"So you can sleep," Logan replied.

"Ain't nowhere to sleep up there," Remy replied.

"Where do you sleep then Rem?" Logan asked in disbelief.

"Da couch," Remy explained. He buried his face in the older man's shoulder and clung to hold him close. Logan's steady heartbeat was comforting and the way his hands soothed his back made Remy drowsy. He couldn't stop himself from getting lost in the contact. He had been denied it for so long.

"Why didn't you tell anyone?" Logan asked. It wasn't a necessary question; no one would have listened even if Remy had told them.

Remy shrugged. He was unsure why Logan would ask him that. He didn't think anyone would have cared; they would just have laughed at him for complaining. He hardly left the boathouse, so he didn't have that much interaction with anyone anyways. "Figured I didn't deserve nothin more," he admitted after a few minutes. "Have a roof, and a fireplace, and runnin water, more dan dis Cajun had in the past."

Logan was saddened by the admission. "You deserve more kid," Logan told him.

"Sorry 'bout last night," Remy whispered. He was reluctant to bring it up because he didn't want Logan to push him away, but he needed to apologize before he lost the opportunity.

"Nothin to be sorry about," Logan insisted. Had Remy not come to the mansion the night before then Logan wouldn't have gone out at the boathouse in time to stop him. Fate had interfered in the best way imaginable. "I gotta take you to the mansion now," Logan insisted.

"Non," Remy objected once again. "You can go," he offered, "no reason for you to stay here." Remy reluctantly tried to pull away from Logan as he offered the man a way to walk away.

"I can't do that Cajun," Logan informed him once again. He knew he couldn't leave the kid alone, but standing in the middle of the boathouse refusing to let him go wasn't going to help him either. He glanced around the room trying to think of a solution, even if it was simply temporary. He heard Remy yawn and felt him once again lay his head down on his shoulder. "Why don't you lie down on the couch and take a nap?" he suggested.

"Okay," Remy agreed and Logan was fairly certain the agreement was only because he had very little choice at this point, he was going to fall asleep from exhaustion either way.

Remy couldn't keep his eyes open so he allowed Logan to walk them both over to the couch and he laid down without a fight. He didn't want to fall asleep, but no matter what he did he could not get his head to clear. He felt Logan place a blanket on top of him and it was his undoing.

Logan watched him suspiciously in case the boy was simply faking in order to trick him. When Remy's breathing evened out Logan realized he was honestly asleep. He walked towards the phone prepared to call Hank when a crunching sound brought his attention back to the floor. Tears filled the man's eyes as he finally accepted that this hadn't been a mistake, Remy had purposely tried to kill himself. He walked into the kitchen still listening intently for any change in Remy's breathing as he searched for a broom. The plate that he had dropped earlier had shattered all over the floor.

He cleaned the mess up and flushed the pills down the toilet with shaking hands. He returned to Remy's side and watched the boy sleep. Even in sleep he was restless, eyebrows furrowed while he tossed and turned. He wanted to pick him up and take him to the mansion, but even he doubted that the X-Men would care.

He wished that the Professor was here, but they weren't sure where the man was. He lifted the phone and took a chance as he began to call Hank. He needed someone's help and figured that the doctor would be his best bet. Remy's screams stopped him mid dial and he placed the phone back in its cradle.

Remy awoke from his nightmare panting, he couldn't remember what it was about and he was thankful for that. He tried to calm his breathing as he realized he was in the boathouse. He became aware of footsteps approaching and turned fear filled eyes towards the sound. Perhaps his nightmare wasn't over was the only thought that ran through his mind.

Logan almost chocked on the stench of fear that was radiating from Remy as he reentered the room. He looked into the fear filled eyes and was almost sick as he worried that Remy was scared of him. He may not have ever been friends with the kid, but he hadn't ever tried to hurt him either. He was relieved when the panic and fear subsided as he entered further into the room.

A/N: I originally intended for this story to remain a one-shot. However, thanks to some requests for me to continue, I have given in. Please note that I am no longer updating this story. A Dark sequal named The Road Here can be found on my website. Thanks for reading.

~Callie