Set after X3. Logan returns after leaving in order to deal with his grief and look for the mutant he sees in his dreams. The school has a new head teacher – Storm. And Logan realises that the girl he used to think of as a friend, is now so much more.

Also, one of the children he rescued from the island 12 years ago is now one of the most powerful mutants alive – and she's being targeted by human rebel groups. He has to save her, along with the mutant in his dreams, or the world will surrender to the apocalypse.

I know, it's long winded, but the space they give you isn't enough to describe it adequately. I love the X-men and just thought I'd finally write a story for Gambit, and give Logan someone to love.

The club was smoky and Logan sneezed as the fumes tickled his nose. The music blared and people writhed in time to the pounding beat. Images flickered at the edges of Logan's subconscious – he'd been here before. He walked over to a table. The players looked up as he pulled out a seat, turned it around and straddled it.

"Hey," Logan tried to look interested as he greeted the players. He knew he had to be here, knew he had to sit at this table, but couldn't quite recall why. The dealer had his head tilted down, a black trilby covering his head and concealing his face in shadows.

"What'll it be?" His deep voice was heavy with the Cajun accent and Logan jerked at the familiar sound.

"What can I get for 17 bucks?"

The dealer whipped his head up, eyes wide. The guy stared open mouthed, gaping with such a ridiculous amount of shock, Logan laughed. But the guys face was too familiar, and random images…no, memories, flashed through his head. This club, this guy, a fight, a small plane…..it was all too real to be déjà vu. The dealer had managed to get himself under control, leaned forward and said,

"Perhaps a cab home."

His eyes stared fixatedly at Logan so he picked up the fact that the other mutant was affected by his words. Remy LeBeau stood up so fast that the table fell over and cards flew everywhere. Logan backed up as the other mutant came at him, backed up until his back hit the wall. His claws slid out of his hands as he prepared to fight but all the other mutant did was wrap his arms around him and hug him tightly.

"I thought you'd died or somethin', I haven't heard from you in 12 years. I mean, I know you lost your memory or somethin' but I kinda missed you."

Logan pushed the man back, searching his face for answers.

"I know you…sort of. I've been looking for you; you've been in my dreams for a while now. You have to help me."

The mutants handsome face, though still shocked and very happy, now looked concerned.

"What's up?" Remy watched Logan's face.

"There's this mutant, I need you to help me bring her back to Mutant High. She needs to be protected before the humans kill her."

"Mutant High?"

"A school for people like us. They train the kids to use their powers wisely. I live there. Are you in?"

"Do you even know who I am?"

"Sort of. I know you helped me once, I know I can trust you."

"Remy LeBeau. Gambit, at your service, Logan."