Fic: Finding A Little Peace
Fic: Finding a Little Peace
Author: LMX
Fandom: X-men
Rating: PG
Pairings: (James) Logan/Remy
Warnings: Slash
AN: Comment fic for johnboy91719 who prompted: 'X-Men, Remy/Logan, they have each other's mutant powers, but still keep the same personality they've always had' which I kinda failed at on account of how I think a lot of their personality is defined by their powers and background. So... FailComment fic again.
James Logan was a simple man. The mutant power he wielded allowed him to quarry rock safer than any chemical method, and there was never a blasting accident in his quarry. His wants and needs were simple too, and when he was happy, the workmen were happy. With things the way they were, he was one of the better treated mutants in the states around that time. Still, his skills weren't exactly socially accepted, so he was often lonely.
Remy LeBeau was a reckless man, passionate and raging. If anyone knew that he could heal his wounds supernaturally fast he would surely have been taken advantage of, but he was selfish and self-serving. He never put himself in a position where his mutant power might be revealed. He used the sleight of hand and thievery he had always known to keep his secret concealed.
They met what seemed to both of them an age ago. James had aged a fair bit over those years, and Remy had not. They met more often now than they once had, and if James noticed that Remy strayed from town less often as James became less willing to travel, he didn't mention it.
Their arguments, running late into the night at their local bar, were always the same. James would point out all the good Remy could do with a power like his, who he could have saved and how he could have changed the world - how he still could change the world in all of the lifetimes he had still to live. Remy mused what fun could be had with a power as explosive as Logan's, what women he could have at his feet with such an innate charm and soft amiability. Neither of them can decide if Logan's personality, and the way he makes friends regardless of the situation, is unique to him or an aspect of his mutation. Years ago they reached the decision that it didn't really make any difference, the man was just a friend to all and that's all there was to it.
Neither of them ever spoke of the pain of Remy's healing, how every wound was as painful as it might be for any other man, though shorter lived. They never spoke of the periods of James' history where the power was so out of control that people died, innocent lives cut short. They laughed together as if they had no cares.
They would sleep together later, but there was no rush after all this time. Remy had the time to spare and James didn't like to rush anything.
With so many of the campaigners for mutant rights dead, there wasn't much peace for people like them in the world, but they had found it in each other, and they would cling to that for as long as they could.
Author: LMX
Fandom: X-men
Rating: PG
Pairings: (James) Logan/Remy
Warnings: Slash
AN: Comment fic for johnboy91719 who prompted: 'X-Men, Remy/Logan, they have each other's mutant powers, but still keep the same personality they've always had' which I kinda failed at on account of how I think a lot of their personality is defined by their powers and background. So... FailComment fic again.
James Logan was a simple man. The mutant power he wielded allowed him to quarry rock safer than any chemical method, and there was never a blasting accident in his quarry. His wants and needs were simple too, and when he was happy, the workmen were happy. With things the way they were, he was one of the better treated mutants in the states around that time. Still, his skills weren't exactly socially accepted, so he was often lonely.
Remy LeBeau was a reckless man, passionate and raging. If anyone knew that he could heal his wounds supernaturally fast he would surely have been taken advantage of, but he was selfish and self-serving. He never put himself in a position where his mutant power might be revealed. He used the sleight of hand and thievery he had always known to keep his secret concealed.
They met what seemed to both of them an age ago. James had aged a fair bit over those years, and Remy had not. They met more often now than they once had, and if James noticed that Remy strayed from town less often as James became less willing to travel, he didn't mention it.
Their arguments, running late into the night at their local bar, were always the same. James would point out all the good Remy could do with a power like his, who he could have saved and how he could have changed the world - how he still could change the world in all of the lifetimes he had still to live. Remy mused what fun could be had with a power as explosive as Logan's, what women he could have at his feet with such an innate charm and soft amiability. Neither of them can decide if Logan's personality, and the way he makes friends regardless of the situation, is unique to him or an aspect of his mutation. Years ago they reached the decision that it didn't really make any difference, the man was just a friend to all and that's all there was to it.
Neither of them ever spoke of the pain of Remy's healing, how every wound was as painful as it might be for any other man, though shorter lived. They never spoke of the periods of James' history where the power was so out of control that people died, innocent lives cut short. They laughed together as if they had no cares.
They would sleep together later, but there was no rush after all this time. Remy had the time to spare and James didn't like to rush anything.
With so many of the campaigners for mutant rights dead, there wasn't much peace for people like them in the world, but they had found it in each other, and they would cling to that for as long as they could.