just_1_word | 11.2. Deteriorate
11.2. Deteriorate
Co-written with dontdotricks
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Lachlan gave Remy a knowing amused look as he sat down across from him and rested his elbows on his knees. “They called in reinforcements, buddy,” he admitted. “I promise I willnae put the heavies on right up. How are you feeling?”
Remy drummed his fingers on the arm rest of the sofa. “I’m not surprised, mon ami. Maddy thinks I’m Jabba the Hut. Flynn wants me to hang from the rafters and turn into Arnold Schwarzenegger. Surely you have better things to do with your time?” he asked wryly.
“Nay really. My wife and I are staying in the city with Pat and his lad for a wee while just to take a bit of pressure off. I was supposed to drop by on Saturday but I couldnae make it. I havenae had the best few days.” Lachlan shrugged a little. “It was a year on Sunday since I was shot. But I’m nay here to talk about me unless it’s in reference to you.”
“Give it to me straight, doc. My legs are going to fall off if I don’t run an eighty mile sprint, oui?” Remy asked, smirking. “And if I ever eat ice cream again, my cock will drop off.”
Lachlan sniggered. “What ice cream are you eating?” he asked and then shook his head. “I can be a pain in your arse if you want, but I dinnae want to make it any harder for you than it already is. I’ve got an offer for you, actually. I was shot a year ago, but I still have internal damage that leaves me in pain. I cannae remain idle, either. I need to exercise most days or I end up doubled over in pain. I only got to where I am now with a lot of fecking hard work. I’m talking excruciating effort for weeks and weeks on end. Hell, I fecking shit myself in front of the physio one day because I was in so much agony I couldnae read my own body. I used to lie there and wish I wouldnae have to ever move again. Some days I couldnae move. It wasnae just easy to lie there and not move, it was pain free and until someone has lived in horrific pain, they dinnae know what it’s like to be desperate for even just five minutes of nay hurting. The offer is this. Come stay with us in Princeton for a few weeks and you can follow my routine. It’s low impact, but it’s consistent. A few weeks of that and I promise you that you will start regaining your strength and you will get back to the fitness you were before you got hurt.”
Remy frowned and then shook his head. “I don’t think so, homme. That is asking far too much of you, especially considering your wife is expecting.”
Lachlan leaned forward. “Remy, there is no such thing as asking too much of a friend, aye? I know exactly how you are feeling. You’re in pain and you’re so tired to the point that everything just feels like it will take more strength than you have. But your body will pack it in far quicker than your mind if you dinnae take care of yourself, buddy, and once you lose bodily functioning, you dinnae get it back. Nay second chance. I can help you, Chase said he’ll help you, you know Rogue will. We need to work on strengthening your back and getting your fitness levels back up or I can tell you, you willnae be able to go back to your job. Then you will start getting depressed and you dinnae need that. It will just make things all the more difficult.”
“Are you sure your name isn’t Dr Phil?” Remy asked and let out a slow breath as he stretched his legs out. He rubbed his hand over his face and then met Lachlan’s eyes again. “I hate it, you know. I don’t want to do anything. I don’t want to have sex. Rien.”
“I’m glad I took French in school now,” Lachlan said with a small laugh.
“I didn’t take Scottish,” Remy returned with a smirk.
“Ach, it doesnae matter. Naybody understands us anyway,” Lachlan said with a small wave of his fingers. “So, what do you say. I promise I will only feed you haggis if you dinnae eat your peas.”
Remy gave the Scot a smile. “I’ll talk to Maddy and Flynn about it.” He exhaled slowly and then nodded. “You’re a good man, Dr Campbell. Merci.”
Lachlan shook his head. “Dinnae thank me just yet, buddy. Mark my words, you’ll be cursing my kilted arse from here to Loch Ness and back by the time I start working you on that physio.” He smirked. “But just know, I can give as fucking good as I get.”
“I don’t doubt it, mon ami,” Remy said with a slight laugh. Now if only he could shake the apprehension that just made itself abruptly known in his gut.
All characters mentioned here are referenced with permission
Muse | Dr Lachlan Campbell (Original Character) & Remy "Gambit" LeBeau
Fandom | House, M.D. & X-Men
Word Count | 839
Co-written with dontdotricks
[Follows THIS]
Lachlan gave Remy a knowing amused look as he sat down across from him and rested his elbows on his knees. “They called in reinforcements, buddy,” he admitted. “I promise I willnae put the heavies on right up. How are you feeling?”
Remy drummed his fingers on the arm rest of the sofa. “I’m not surprised, mon ami. Maddy thinks I’m Jabba the Hut. Flynn wants me to hang from the rafters and turn into Arnold Schwarzenegger. Surely you have better things to do with your time?” he asked wryly.
“Nay really. My wife and I are staying in the city with Pat and his lad for a wee while just to take a bit of pressure off. I was supposed to drop by on Saturday but I couldnae make it. I havenae had the best few days.” Lachlan shrugged a little. “It was a year on Sunday since I was shot. But I’m nay here to talk about me unless it’s in reference to you.”
“Give it to me straight, doc. My legs are going to fall off if I don’t run an eighty mile sprint, oui?” Remy asked, smirking. “And if I ever eat ice cream again, my cock will drop off.”
Lachlan sniggered. “What ice cream are you eating?” he asked and then shook his head. “I can be a pain in your arse if you want, but I dinnae want to make it any harder for you than it already is. I’ve got an offer for you, actually. I was shot a year ago, but I still have internal damage that leaves me in pain. I cannae remain idle, either. I need to exercise most days or I end up doubled over in pain. I only got to where I am now with a lot of fecking hard work. I’m talking excruciating effort for weeks and weeks on end. Hell, I fecking shit myself in front of the physio one day because I was in so much agony I couldnae read my own body. I used to lie there and wish I wouldnae have to ever move again. Some days I couldnae move. It wasnae just easy to lie there and not move, it was pain free and until someone has lived in horrific pain, they dinnae know what it’s like to be desperate for even just five minutes of nay hurting. The offer is this. Come stay with us in Princeton for a few weeks and you can follow my routine. It’s low impact, but it’s consistent. A few weeks of that and I promise you that you will start regaining your strength and you will get back to the fitness you were before you got hurt.”
Remy frowned and then shook his head. “I don’t think so, homme. That is asking far too much of you, especially considering your wife is expecting.”
Lachlan leaned forward. “Remy, there is no such thing as asking too much of a friend, aye? I know exactly how you are feeling. You’re in pain and you’re so tired to the point that everything just feels like it will take more strength than you have. But your body will pack it in far quicker than your mind if you dinnae take care of yourself, buddy, and once you lose bodily functioning, you dinnae get it back. Nay second chance. I can help you, Chase said he’ll help you, you know Rogue will. We need to work on strengthening your back and getting your fitness levels back up or I can tell you, you willnae be able to go back to your job. Then you will start getting depressed and you dinnae need that. It will just make things all the more difficult.”
“Are you sure your name isn’t Dr Phil?” Remy asked and let out a slow breath as he stretched his legs out. He rubbed his hand over his face and then met Lachlan’s eyes again. “I hate it, you know. I don’t want to do anything. I don’t want to have sex. Rien.”
“I’m glad I took French in school now,” Lachlan said with a small laugh.
“I didn’t take Scottish,” Remy returned with a smirk.
“Ach, it doesnae matter. Naybody understands us anyway,” Lachlan said with a small wave of his fingers. “So, what do you say. I promise I will only feed you haggis if you dinnae eat your peas.”
Remy gave the Scot a smile. “I’ll talk to Maddy and Flynn about it.” He exhaled slowly and then nodded. “You’re a good man, Dr Campbell. Merci.”
Lachlan shook his head. “Dinnae thank me just yet, buddy. Mark my words, you’ll be cursing my kilted arse from here to Loch Ness and back by the time I start working you on that physio.” He smirked. “But just know, I can give as fucking good as I get.”
“I don’t doubt it, mon ami,” Remy said with a slight laugh. Now if only he could shake the apprehension that just made itself abruptly known in his gut.
All characters mentioned here are referenced with permission
Muse | Dr Lachlan Campbell (Original Character) & Remy "Gambit" LeBeau
Fandom | House, M.D. & X-Men
Word Count | 839