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A Moment Like This

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Remy's day had begun normally: he was up just after eight, had a shower, dressed, then went outside to smoke. He took his time with the ritual, just to annoy Scott, who always set morning training sessions at 9 o'clock sharp. As per usual, Scott stormed out just as Remy was about to head inside, pausing just long enough to snag Remy's shirt sleeve and drag him down to the Danger Room. Remy laughed and joked, filling his words with innuendo that Scott paid no attention to. It was just a normal Tuesday.

After his training session, Remy grabbed a large lunch, then went to find Logan. A group of them had plans to go to a bar later on to celebrate Logan's birthday. Of course, no one actually knew when that was, so they'd made up a date. Logan had grumbled a bit when he found out, but Remy could feel the joy radiating off him. Hopefully, no missions would come up, so they could go through with their plans.

The rest of the day was spent with the rest of the school's occupants, everyone coming together to have a mini child-friendly party at the house. Logan received quite a few gifts, and Remy could tell he was happy. Remy's own gift had been a shirt with the words 'bite me' written across, and Logan had grinned and pushed him playfully.

After the party, Remy sneaked off to have a little down-time alone. Making his way outside, he sat on a small ledge and brought out a cigarette. Lighting it, Remy allowed his thoughts go to the whole soul mate situation. Of all the people he knew, only Jean and Scott were bonded. He'd heard rumours that Charles was bonded to Magneto, but no one knew for sure, and Remy wasn't about to ask. Logan had also told him about the flashes he would get sometimes, the coloured flashes. He didn't speak of them often, but all signs pointed to Logan having found his soul mate before Stryker got to him, and apparently he lost them. Remy had secretly wondered if Logan losing his memories meant that maybe he would have another soul mate, seeing as he was essentially a 'new' person, but he never voiced those thoughts.

Personally, Remy loved the idea of having a soul mate; someone who was his perfect match. He'd thought about who they could be plenty of times, but he could never seem to picture what they'd look like, or what they'd like doing. None of that mattered though. Remy didn't care what gender, race, or age his soul mate was. Of course, if they were a lot younger or older than him, their relationship would most likely be platonic, and that was fine with him. He would take whatever he could get.

Sometimes, in the dead of night, he would let the thoughts drift more than usual. There was obviously the worry that the person wouldn't like him, and ever since the trial, there had been the fear that they would leave him if they ever found out what he'd done. But he usually pushed those thoughts aside; if the person was his equal, then they would most likely accept him for his past. At least, that's what he hoped.

Right now, though, he was standing outside in the late afternoon, and he didn't want the chance of anyone walking over to him while he was thinking such thoughts. So, with a sigh, he vanished the cigarette with a 'pop', and went back inside the house.

Logan, it seemed, had just come back down after putting away his gifts. Seeing Remy, he smirked.

"Ready for tonight, Cajun? You gonna get drunk enough that I'll have to haul your ass out of the bar?"

Remy mock gasped, "Remy, drunk? Who d'you t'ink Remy is? It's y'r birthday, mon ami, we should focus on getting you drunk."

With a wicked grin, Remy led Logan over to the garage where the others were waiting. Only Ororo, Scott, Jean, Bobby, Rogue, and surprisingly, Warren, were joining them. Hank had stayed just in case anyone needed medical attention, and Charles had stayed to watch over the house and the children.

"Ready to go?" Scott asked, going over to his car, and holding open the passenger side door for Jean.

Everyone mumbled their agreements and began getting into their cars. Ororo chose to ride with Logan and Remy, while the remaining trio walked over to went to Scott's car. Ororo wouldn't be drinking, and neither would Scott, but the rest would, so only two designated drivers were needed.

"So how has your birthday been, Logan?" Ororo asked warmly.

"Pretty good, thanks." Logan replied. "Although, you guys didn't have to celebrate. It's probably not even my birthday, y'know." 

"Hush now, Wolvie. It doesn't matter when y'r actual birthday was, point is dis is y'r birthday now. And we were happy t' celebrate. Y'r our ami." Remy cut in.

"He is right, Logan. You are a part of the team; a part of the family. We celebrate everyone else's birthdays, so why not yours?"

Logan didn't have a reply, so the rest of the journey was silent except for Remy's random comments every now and then. Finally, they arrived at the bar, and made their way over to a table. They waited for the others to arrive before motioning for a waiter to come over. Their drinks arrived promptly, and they all found themselves drawn into conversation. Remy was on his third drink, when he saw that the pool table was free, and went over to play a game.

He'd just made his way over when he took a sip of his beer and looked over the rest of the area for a potential opponent. His eyes were sweeping past a table at the back of the room when suddenly it felt like his whole world had exploded. He only noticed that he'd dropped his glass when he felt the liquid staining his shirt. He let out a string of curses, but couldn't tear his eyes away from the table, or more accurately, the beautiful young man; coincidentally, the only one not paying attention to him.

Remy thought he heard one of the man's friend's say something, but he couldn't focus on it. All he could focus on was the man, who was probably the most beautiful person Remy had ever seen. The fact that he could see colour startled Remy, but that was nothing compared to realising that this man, this stranger, was his soul mate. His other half. In that moment he felt so absolutely alive. Was this what it felt like to fall in love?

He wanted to go over there, but he felt someone grab his arms and pull him back over to the table. Vaguely, he heard Scott say he'd pay for the glass, but he still couldn't manage to look away from his soul mate.

Finally, after Logan's incessant hand waving in front of his face, Remy turned to his friends.

"Remy, are you okay?" Ororo questioned.

"Yeah, Gumbo, why you starin' at that table?"

Remy grinned, bright and happy, "Remy just found his soul mate, mon amis."

A round of 'congratulations!' washed over him, as he continued to alternate between looking at his soul mate and his friends. He hadn't even met the man yet, and already he was looking forward to what life had in store for them. This was the first time since the trial, and possibly since he was even born, that he felt warm. There was no fear or sadness in him as he stole glances at the man; there was only a bone-deep joy.

His heart-rate picked up when he realised the man was actually walking towards him. This was it. This was the moment he'd been longing for ever since Jean-Luc had sat him down and properly explained the bond to him.

The man stopped in front of him, eyes narrowed as if he couldn't tell whether Remy was friend or foe, but his expression softened when Remy grinned and jumped up, throwing his arms around the stranger. He laughed happily at his startled expression, which only made him tighten his arms. He could feel the swirl of emotions wrapped around the man, all of which seemed to be amplified by the bond. Above all else, he could feel the man's relief, which made him hold on just that bit longer.

After what felt like an eternity, the stranger stepped away and held out his hand.

"Hi, I'm Doctor Spencer Reid."

Even his voice was beautiful, Remy thought. He smirked at how formal the man sounded. He grabbed Spencer's hand, and squeezed slightly.

"Doctor, huh? It's nice to meet ya, Doctor Spencer Reid. My name's Remy. Remy Lebeau."