Remieverse- in a hotelroom

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Rage, brought on by a night of remourseful drinking, coursed through Logan's veins as he snarled, chucking the hotel room's last vase at the wall near his shadow, the woman was always following him, always there, always quiet.

"&*#$ you!" he thundered, approaching her, blood in his eyes. There wasn't even a glimmer of Remie in this woman, not a life-filled, joyus, loud Cajun bone in her body, and he was sick of it.

He raised his clawed fists, mind gonig blank but for the picture this woman couldn't fill, snarling as he finally cornered the only one to duck out during his temper tantrums and imediatly return.

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He nodded.

"(I'll look after ya,)" he said, stroking her cheek, then looking up at the doctor. "Ya do it, and ya do it right. Ya mess up, or she's got problems after, n' I'll be after ya, bub, don't doubt it."

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"Threatening people is a federal offense," said the tall man mildly. "Besides, you're threatening the wrong man. Doctor McCoy will be doing the job."

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He bared his teeth. "Then y' better go get, shouldn't ya, beanstalk?"