Title: A House of Metal

Author: IndigoNight

Summary: Everything was perfect, Gambit was free of Magneto and happily in the arms of the one he loved… Until Logan mysteriously disappears. Why? And will Gambit find out before it breaks him?

Feedback: Yes please, yay reviews!

Pairing: Gambit/Logan

Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men: Evolution or the characters I'm just borrowing them for fun.

Spoilers: Nope

Rating: R for some swearing, sexual scenes, and violence, but mostly just to stay consistant.

Warnings: Slash, don't like, don't read

Author's Note: So, here it is! The sequel! Yay! So this one is a lot more angsty than the first one, and sadly there is less Logan. But, I personally, love the ending, so please stick it out, k? Huge thanks to those who reviewed the last chapter of HoC, JazzLady, Patricia16, and KariHermione. Now, on with the fic. Don't forget to review!

Enjoy!

Prologue

It was a quiet night. Everyone in the institute was peacefully sleeping. In a neat, simple room on the top floor, in the large bed lay two who slept happily, wrapped in each other's arms. It had been several month, and now nothing was left of their past trials but for the slightly tattered right ear of one of them. The tears, the blood, all were gone. And now the couple slept happily, oblivious to the small group of shadows that was once again threatening to invade their solace.

Four shadows to be exact. They crept silently across the dark lawn in front of the institute, coming to a halt directly below a certain window. The one in the lead raised his arms above his head, and the entire group began to rise, floating up to the window. With a simple swish of his hand the metal window frame swung back and the group landed silently.

The long hallway in which they stood was lit solely by the moon shining in through the window, which they had just entered. As the lead shadow straightened up, his pale eyes turned to fix on one, specific door, and he grinned a grin of pure malice and evil pleasure.

Logan woke with a start, not quite sure what had woken him. He sat up slowly, careful not to jostle his beloved Gambit, whom was still peacefully sleeping next to him in the bed.

He shivered slightly as a cold breeze, typical of late October, which it happened to be, brushed over his bare chest. He frowned, noticing that the window to their room had been left open. Odd, he didn't even remember opening it. Ah well, Gambit must have. So he carefully climbed out of bed and crossed the room, silently closing and locking the window.

Then he froze, once again frowning. Perhaps he was only imagining things, everyone did say he was rather paranoid, but he could have sworn he'd heard something in the hallway beyond their door. And, with reasoning he always used to counter the accusations of his paranoia, they did live in a school for mutants, and things rarely went bump in the night for no particular reason.

So he turned and quietly padded across the room. But before he had even reached the door, it swung open to reveal four distinct shadows standing in the doorway. Logan bent his knees, automatically falling into a defensive stance.

"Hello, Logan," said a falsely cheerful voice, just quiet enough so as not to wake anyone, "it's been a while."

"What do you want," Logan hissed dangerously.

"I'm afraid, that you have something of mine," said Magneto, stepping forward, flanked by his crones, into the moonlight streaming in through the window and nodding his head toward the bed, "And I've come to get payment for him."

"I didn't take anything," Logan growled, "In fact, if I recall correctly, you're the one who beat him up and left him for dead."

"All the same, that tragic incident would not have happened had you not meddled," was Magneto's benignly calm reply.

"You can't have him back," Logan said, firmly positioning himself in between the evil mutant and the bed.

"Did I say I wanted him?" Magneto raised his eyebrows, "No, no dear boy, I said I wanted payment."

"Fine," Logan snorted, "Then here it is," and with that in one swift movement he extended his claws and rushed at the man.

"My dear, dear boy," Magneto chortled, as with a flick of his wrist he had Logan suspended in midair, held up by the metal that filled his body, "How many times are you going to try that trick before you get it into your head that it won't work with me?"

Logan only growled at him and struggled against the invisible hands restraining him.

"Here are your choices," Magneto said, taking another step further into the moonlight, "You can either, come with us willingly, and your precious traitor lives, or you don't come willingly, and he doesn't."

Logan glared at his captor with the fiercest glare he could muster, but in the end his shoulders slumped, there was no way he could let Magneto harm his beloved, not ever again.

"Fine," Logan hissed, his head bowed to hide the tears shining in his eyes, "I will come with you peacefully, so long as you don't touch him."

"Very good," said Magneto cheerfully. He strolled calmly to the window, opened it again, without even touching it, and levitated the entire group out.

Dawn rose over the institute and light came streaming into the rooms of those who had left their curtains open.

Gambit sighed as he woke, blinking repeatedly as his eyes met with glaring light coming in from their open window. He closed his eyes again, snuggling comfortably back into his pillow, waiting for the strong arms he was becoming to accustomed to, to surround him, for the usual feather-light kiss on his neck, the warm, deep voice whispering good morning to him. But this morning they didn't come.

He frowned sitting up to find that Logan wasn't even in the room. Logan was gone.