The Logical Exception

{ Chapter 28 - Nonnegotiable }

"We're back babes!!!" The door was dramatically thrown open by Remy. He walked in, announcing his presence to the whole house, not caring who he woke up or disturbed. In one hand he held a tray of coffees, each in different flavors and sizes. In the other, he held a beverage of his own, still half full. His brother peeked his head out from the kitchen where he had been eavesdropping on the others.

"Welcome back oh queen of the realm." Deceit said sarcastically and Remy gasped as if he had actually been offended.

"Oh, Hello! You must be Sleep and Emile." Patton had popped out of the living room, Remus in tow.

"You can call me Remy baby, and you look a lot cuter when you're conscious."

He smiled at the compliment, feeling Remus cling to his hand and letting out a possessive growl.

"Oh hush guard dog, you've made it perfectly clear that you've pissed on that tree, but girl, I am allowed to appreciate art and there are too many snacks in this house for me to count." He turned his way towards the kitchen. "Bro, go help Em, I'm sure he could use a hand. I brought extra for all of us."

"You are insufferable." Deceit gently smacked him upside the back of the head before helping Emile with the door and the other two trays of drinks. "How did you afford all of this?"

"Well..." Remy whispered sheepishly, playing with the straw in his mouth.

"I offered," Emile chimed in, giving Des a gentle smile of appreciation. "When Logan was first trying to get me away from this mess he gave me a very generous amount of money, but now that I'm pulled into all of this, I thought we all could benefit from it. I'm really not sure what I would even do with that much money other than maybe start paying for an education."

"Emmie babes over here wants to be a psychologist. He's going to fix all the crazy."

"He can't fix you, you are far too gone." Deceit muttered to his brother who, again, feigned offense. 

"So Emile, do you have powers as well?" Patton could see the two brothers building into a bit of a bickering match. Remus and Roman used to do it all the time, and Patton had found changing the subject often helped. " I want to get to know more about everyone. What about Logan, how well do you know him?" Patton was practically vibrating with excitement and Emile, having found someone of his enthusiasm, began to get excited as well.

"Nope, no powers for me, I am the Sokka of the group, and I don't know Logan as much as I would like to but I can tell you what I do know. I know he can be a bit closed off! Then again, you've been fighting him for years. I'm sure you know him better than I do, or at least a different aspect of him. Maybe if we team up we can get him to talk about himself more."

"He's currently asleep." Deceit muttered under his breath, taking one of the coffees his brother had gotten everyone.

"Asleep, well, that's good right, he hasn't been resting well for a few days."

Emile could tell by the change in the air that it wasn't the good type of sleep and he adjusted accordingly. "I see, all we can do is wait and hope that this helps. Where is he? We should probably get him somewhere comfortable."

"Currently on the couch." Roman huffed, having joined the gaggle of gentlemen in the hallway. "Virgil is sitting next to him now trying to watch over him." He shifted, muttering under his breath, "Fat lot of help that will be."

"I'm glad Virgil is awake as well. It seems Logan is the only one who needs a bit of rest now."

"Fluffy one," Deceit said, taking another sip of his drink, "Can't you heal?"

"I can," Patton said, "But I don't think it's his physical injuries that are the problem. I checked him over real quick while Remy and Emile were still gone, and his physical injuries just aren't enough to keep him like this, but I felt pain rolling off of him in waves. Emotional pain, not physical."

"He always was an emotionally repressed bastard. If we could get inside his head would that help?" Deceit muttered, shaking the now empty drink.

"Yes! Of course, it would!"

"Nope," Remy said from the kitchen, walking out with a different drink in his hand. "I know where this is going Dee and I don't like it. Whatever you are thinking, drop it."

Deceit put his hands up in submission, falling silent as the rest of the group looked at Remy.

"Remy, what was he suggesting?" Emile's voice was soft, trying to prod the subject further, but also understanding that it was probably a touchy one.

"He wants me to use my powers to go into Logan's dreams and manipulate them to wake him up. Two problems with that, one as I promised, I'm never sleeping again, and two, I'm not even sure it would work. The past three months, my powers haven't been my own. I've been someone's toy to use and manipulate, so I don't plan on allowing someone to repeat that."

The group was silent, Remy's power was their best option, but how could they expect him to use it when they didn't know what he had been through.

"Isn't not sleeping like really unhealthy?" Patton asked, looking at Remy with pleading eyes.

"Doll, I don't fall for the puppy eyes, I'm a cat person, and we will have to see if it's unhealthy. Us freakshows aren't exactly human anymore."

A look of anger and hatred crossed Deceit's face before vanishing just as quickly as it came. He resisted the urge to run his hand over the scales on his face, no. They really weren't human.

And Remy wasn't planning on budging. They would have to find a different way to wake up Logan.

AN: Why is there so much dialogue in this chapter? Too much talking, not enough action! I need another fight scene soon, and not a verbal one. Oh well, guess I will have to wait until the story calls for it.