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Xandra sat there, staring at the television in Logan's apartment.
She wasn't watching it, though. It was just there, on, to
keep her mind from thinking. It wasn't working. Creed had
nearly killed her; no surprise there. The thief had saved
her life. Now there was a big surprise. Why on earth would
he do that? Risk himself - his freedom - like that? Logan
could have been there. She could have recovered. It had been
days, almost a week. He'd taken a big risk. Why would he do
it? The question ran round and round in her head, and with
a sigh, she realised she would never know, not unless she
Instead, she turned to difficult questions she could answer.
Why had she reacted so badly to seeing Creed? Yes, it had
been a surprise, and yes, she had reason to be scared. But
to ignore all the training both her mother and the police
had given her, especially when she had as much of an advantage
on him a he had on her? It had been stupid - crazy. Perhaps
she did feel guilty about Mystique. But she had broken the
law. And Xandra knew, she smiled, that Raven still cared about
her, and wouldn't want to see her dead.
Leaning back, she sighed. Mystique regretted hiring Creed.
He could do the job, yes, but he was a maniac, completely
insane with a lust for blood that was horrifying. Closing
her eyes, she remembered how brutal he had been on several
of the missions, how disgusted even Mystique was at how far
he would go.
A door opened and Xandra sat up, grabbing the gun that lay
on the table beside her, taking the safety off and pointing
it unwavering at the door. To her utter relief, Logan walked
in. She could have cried.
"Logan!" She cried out, and tried to stand, but sat down
quickly when her head spun crazily. He walked over quickly
and knelt next to her.
"What the hell's been goin' on? You really been in a fight
Staring at his severe, stubbled face looking sternly at her,
she wondered how on earth he could know that, and asked as
"Got a phone call this mornin'. Cajun guy." He glanced sideways
at her, to let her know he was very suspicious about this
fact. "Tole me that you'd been in a fight with one Victor
Creed and was recoverin' at my place. This true?"
"Ah ... Yes." She paused, feeling slightly embarrassed. "Ah'd
hardly call it a fight, tho'. I was so ahfraid." Her eyes
glazed over as she remembered. "Ah couldn't move. An' ...
I would have died. Should have died, but he - the thief saved
me. Why would he do that?"
Logan stood and sighed, pulling out one of the cigars he
always carried. Walking to the other end of the room, he picked
up a stool and put it down next to her armchair. For a second
they both stared at The Partridge Family, then Logan, still
looking at the television, started to talk.
"Why did ya fight him? You coulda got back up. An' I'm sure
there was a reason you didn't, but ya coulda called me.
Yer real lucky that this thief was around, which is pretty
damn suspicious anyway, or yer woulda got yourself killed.
"Ah know, ah know!" Xandra put her head in her hands. "But.
Ah've been thinkin'." She paused. What had she been thinking?
"This thief ... He's obviously got some soft side. He saved
mah life, raht? So ... If we wanna catch him, I could exploit
that." She hated it. Hated to say it, would hate even more
to actually do it. This thief had a caring, gentle side that
had nothing to do with crime, that Xandra was starting to
like. But she had a job to do. Didn't she? Something inside
her was starting to feel uneasy about this. Ignoring it, she
continued. "He must be watchin' me, or somethin'. So ah need
ta start watchin' him. At least fahnd a way ta meet up with
him. Start ta play him."
Logan was looking at her very seriously. Xandra started to
feel uncomfortable, those grey eyes looking at her so seriously.
He put his cigar out. "Girl, I don't wanna see you get hurt
again. If yer do this, make sure ya stay neutral. The guy
saved yer life, fair enough that ya might start ter feel fer
'im. But don't. Don't, okay?"
Xandra waved a hand. "Ah won't, Logan; ya don't need ta worry."
Logan stood, and walked over to turn off the television. He
then turned around and folded his arms.
"I'm gonna find Creed. I'll deal with him; you deal with
our thief. In the meantime, yer gettin' ter the doctor."
Xandra stood, more slowly this time, so that she didn't get
as dizzy. She felt stronger today, but still not as well as
she stood. She took a small comfort in the fact that she knew
the thief hadn't slept for days - he needed time to recover,
too, and she doubted he would be able to steal a little of
Logan's power to heal herself the way she could. With a smirk,
she followed Logan out of the door. Who's the master thief
Xandra sat on the bed in the police infirmary, knowing it
would be a while until she got seen. For a while, she thought
about the work she could be doing, and got mad, and was about
to complain, but then she sighed. She'd just have to wait,
anyway, and kicking off would only make it worse. She settled
back and picked up a magazine that lay on the table next to
the bed. Flicking through several uninteresting articles,
until she realised they were all boring, and started to read
the problem page. As such, she wasn't taking much notice of
what was going on around her, and almost jumped out of her
skin when she heard a voice.
"How y' doin', chere?"
She looked up in amazement as she saw the thief, dressed
casually in tight jeans and t-shirt, red eyes alert, face
less gaunt than it had been, auburn hair looking just washed.
Pushing away the urge to ask him what shampoo he used to get
his hair that smooth and shiny, Xandra instead asked the question
that had popped into her head the moment she saw him.
"What in th' hell are y'all doin' here? Are ya crazy? Do
ya wanna get caught? Ah-"
He stopped her raving by putting two gloved fingers to her
lips. "Shh, Detective. I don' wanna get caught, so I'd 'preciate
it if y' were a l'il quieter."
With astonishment, Xandra couldn't help but stare at the
thief for a moment. He didn't want to get caught, yet he'd
walked right into the police station - right into the arms
of the people who were after him. She couldn't think of a
single thing to say. Despite herself, she didn't yell out,
didn't try to get him caught; though as for why, she had no
idea. Maybe she wanted to catch him, rather than just this,
caused by, seemingly, his stupidity.
"If y' wan' know why I'm here, I jus' wanted t' know how
y' were. If y' were okay." He sat down on the bed beside her,
and looked at her. There was worry in his eyes, and it looked
genuine. Xandra stared at him for a few seconds, then shook
her head, realising that she'd never know the way this man's
"Ah'm fahn. Just waitin' foh the doc tah tell me that so
ah can get back on yoah tail." She paused for a minute, then
grinned. "Actually, sugah, ah got real bettah, real quick,
as ah'm sure ya noticed." She pulled the t-shirt up to reveal
a bandage-less, almost healed torso. "An if ya wanna know
why, its 'cause ah stole some o' Logan's healin' power." She
lay back, and looked at him out of the corner of her eye.
"Not even you could manage that. Jealous?" She smiled, eyes
still on him. She was shocked at herself. She was flirting
shamelessly with this stranger, this thief! But she couldn't
seem to help herself.
The thief merely smiled, a mischievous glint in those exotic
eyes of his. "Logan? Mon dieu, dere's name I never t'ought
I'd hear 'gain." Then his expression sobred up, and he answered
her question. "Non. Jus' relieved. I'm ver' glad t' see y're
okay." He looked at her for a second, then moved so he was
facing her. Xandra's heart skipped a beat as he gazed into
her eyes. It meant something to be looking into someone's
eyes for this long, she knew, and she shouldn't be doing it.
But she couldn't look away. Those dangerous eyes seemed to
hold her, to bewitch her. He seemed just as entranced as her.
Watching as closely as she was, Xandra noticed a look in his
eyes as though he'd just made a decision. For a second, she
wondered what it was, and then found out as he lowered his
head until his lips were mere inches from her own, then stopped.
He was giving her a choice. Xandra knew what she wanted,
and knew this moment may never come again. Lifting her head
up, she held her mutant powers in check as their lips touched.
It had been a long time - too long - since someone had kissed
her with passion; with a passion strong and unyielding, a
passion that, in this case, could never be fully realised.
Thief and policewoman kissed each other deeply, enjoying every
moment while it lasted. Then he pulled back, reluctantly,
and looked at her. Xandra was startled by what she saw. In
his eyes was pain, bitterness. Is this what he felt, because
he couldn't have her? Surely, he couldn't really feel anything
for her - she was the one who would rob him of his freedom.
And yet... she looked into his eyes deeply, and this time
she kissed him. It was a sweet, chaste kiss, and she pulled
"You havta go," she whispered.
"I know," he said, just as quietly. He stroked her face softly,
whilst his eyes roamed each of her features. "Oh, ma cherie,
I wish I didn't. I-"
He was interrupted as Logan pulled back the curtain and looked
in with interest at the two of them. He raised his eyebrows
at Xandra, but she warned him with her eyes to stay silent.
The thief observed Logan for a few seconds, then turned his
attention back to Xandra. Standing, he gave her a dazzling
smile to cover up the hurt she had just seen, and kissed her
hand softly. "You are right, petite. I havta go. But I t'ink
we'll meet again."
"Ya can bet on it," she said, meeting his eyes. He nodded,
then walked away, without looking back. Logan watched him
until he was out of sight, then turned to look at Xandra,
eyebrows raised in something approaching amusement.
"That the reason you dumped Cody?"
Xandra scowled at him. "Ah didn't dump Cody. It was over,
both of us knew it. An' no, he ain't the reason. Ah hardly
know 'im, really."
"Anyone I know?"
Xandra paused before she answered. For some insane reason,
she didn' want the thief to be captured. Not right now, in
any case. After a few seconds, she judged he'd have had enough
time to get away, and to get away without Logan tracking him.
He seemed to know of Logan, after all. "That was th' thief."
With amusement, Xandra watched Logan's face as it changed
from amusement, to disbelief, to shock. Then grim realisation
came, and he ran out of the infirmary.
Remy stopped his sprint, as he judged himself to be safe.
Dropping down into the sewers, where the stink would not allow
the infamous Logan to tell his scent from any other, he walked
along the little path and lit a cigarette. Oh yes, he knew
of Logan, the once Canadian spy/assassin/bodyguard. And he
had even seen him, when he had visited Canada, just after
he had been exiled from the guild. From what he understood,
Logan had been rather unfriendly with the Canadians, and had
provided a nice distraction while he made his pinch.
Just as he was making a nice distraction now, from thoughts
of Xandra. The image of her immediately filled his mind, the
thought of her touch sent shivers down his spine.
"Why!?" He asked the emptiness around him. Why did she have
to be a cop? Why had he fallen in love with the dedicated
policewoman who was on the case after him? The policewoman
who was so dedicated she had even put her own adopted mother
in jail. He cursed himself for not doing enough research.
After her encounter with Creed, he had read everything he
could find on her, and found out with horror that they had
once been allies. Therefore, he knew her, and she knew him
all too well. He did not wonder that she feared him, and now
he knew why she had frozen. He must have said something about
her mother, Mystique. This must have conjured up guilt over
incarcerating her mother, and made her freeze. If he'd have
read this before, he would have known. Would never have let
her find Creed. Would have protected her, to have her safe
and happy and warm, the way he wanted her to be.
Sighing, he pushed all thoughts of Creed away. Xandra was
all right now, that was all that mattered. Joy raged with
depression in his heart, but depression won out. She had responded
to him, was no doubt attracted to him. But she didn't know
him like he knew her. Even if she did, Remy doubted that would
stop her from arresting him. If she hadn't hesitated to arrest
her mother, she wouldn't hesitate to do the same to him, no
His jaw set as he looked into the dimness ahead of him. He
had a pinch planned. He would go ahead with it. If she caught
him, then bravo to her. Que sera sera.
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