Author's Chapter Notes:
Wow, even longer. I don't get it, but whatever. It's good I guess. At least for you guys. LOL Have fun! This chapter is brought to you by cribblemyname over at fanfiction.net. She was a little help with our favorite Cajun friend. A lot of poeple love him, but don't know much about him. Me included. lol
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“You’re too big an asset, Logan.” The remark earned Scott a glare. Logan didn’t want to leave Marie in the Jet, every part of him fought against the idea of leaving her alone, but what kind of man would he be if he stayed behind while the rest of his team raided the lab? He gave Marie one last lingering touch, the skin of her cheek soft under his fingertips, before standing and striding down the ramp of the X-Jet. Scott didn’t follow.

He turned toward the back of the Jet where Jeannie was standing talking to Storm. They were all waiting on him before they went down to the lab to release the mutants there. Shadowcat was staying on board with Marie, her power being mostly defensive, and Jubilee and Gambit were lingering near the tree line, waiting or orders. Logan barely missed the Cajun stiffen and turn his torso distinctly away from him.

The defensive posture reminded Logan of the uncharacteristic fear he’s seen in LeBeau’s eyes as he’d approached him and Marie. He pivoted on his heel, changing his direction and stalking toward them. Jubilee muttered something and beat a hasty retreat when he neared.

“LeBeau.” He greeted, every sense turned into the man before him. Logan didn’t trust him, a thief with major connections in three of the largest associations in New Orleans, thrown out of state by his own people. It bothered Logan, that the Cajun’s own people hadn’t wanted the him, and the man wasn’t offering any explanations or excuses. He was cocky, arrogant, egomaniacal, and womanizing. Most of which Logan himself boasted of on occasion, which was probably why the other man rubbed him raw. But what he was concerned with now was the fear he could smell mixed in with the nonchalance Remy was layering on thick.

“Wolverine,” Gambit dipped his chin and touched his forehead in a salute. “It’s-“

“Drop the shit, fear reeks whether it’s thick with that damn cologne you wear or not. What the hell is goin’ on in that head of yours.” This time the accompanying growl that layered his words was intentional.

Gambit lifted his arms in a placating gesture and backed up closer to the treeline, his eyes darting back and forth between Logan’s hands and face. Interesting. Logan stepped forward and got the expected results.

“Listen, Logan, Gambit got no designs on your woman, none. Chere, she’s pretty is all. Can’t blame a guy for lookin’.” Logan laughed, laughed and used a hand on LeBeau’s shoulder to steady himself before he fell over. Gambit stared. Eventually his mirth subsided and his hand tightened on Gambit’s shoulder. His hazel eyes met Gambit’s red ones and held them for a long moment, the animal in him delighted when LeBeau’s gaze darted away quickly before meeting his again. It was enough.

“Make sure it stays that way.” Gambit found his voice again when Logan was halfway back to the jet.

“That lab was empty two months ago, Gambit searched it himself.” Logan turned their eyes meeting again. “So, that mean you can show me where the doc’s likely are?” Logan wanted to get his hands on the records there, to find out about Marie’s mutation and what had been done to her without having to ask.

“And who better to get you inside but ,moi?”
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