Note from the author--TheBeyondWithin. While watching Star Wars 5 & 6, I wrote Chapters 3 and 4. I'm trying to really set the establishment between Gambit and Rogue's pairing. It may seem like it's taking a while for her to "get settled" and finally get in the action but please be patient! I have a lot in store for those two, especially in the next few chapters! I'm doing my best to feed to every characters needs! Please read and submit your reviews on what you think! Thank you and enjoy,

The sun was quickly setting over the horizon and there was still no sign of the girl. Storm was scanning from the skies for any hint as to her whereabouts. With Kurt's teleporting abilities, she could be just about anywhere. On the other hand, Storm also knew that she couldn't have gotten far. Kurt quickly regained consciousness while resting in the Blackbird and had notified Storm that it wasn't possible for her to make long distance jumps, especially since the ability is unfamiliar to her. Storm began to feel the task of finding the girl resembling the task of searching for a needle in a haystack.

Wolverine and Gambit were walking through the church courtyard when suddenly, Wolverine stopped dead in his tracks and began sniffing the air around him.

"Smell something?"

"Yea, the girl. She's near here."

Wolverine notified Storm on the intercom of his new detection and he continued to prowl about in the church courtyard as Gambit started walking towards the church doors. A hunch told him that the girl had claimed sanctuary.

"Where ya goin, bub?" Wolverine called out.

"Checkin something real quick."

Gambit walked through the gothic church doors and found an empty hall with unoccupied chairs and an unoccupied stage to match. Guess the priests on holiday.

As Gambit was about to walk back out, a light flickering in the corner caught his eye. Apparently, someone was occupying the chapel found in the back corner of the church. Gambit approached the door and peered through the tainted glass windows. Someone was in there alright, but he couldn't make out who it was. He decided to try his luck and opened the door.

The chapel was filled with candles and a cloaked figure was faced towards the Virgin Mary Shrine, her back to him. It took several moments before they turned around and it was to his surprise that it was the girl.

Gambit was taken aback for she was absolutely beautiful. He looked into her emerald eyes and saw from her expression that she was startled at his entrance.

"Good evening, mon cherie."

"Aint heard o'knockin?"

Gambit flashed a devilish smile, "Pardon-Moi, mah lady, where's my manners?"

"The Name's Gambit." He bowed to her in a proper manner.

"Nice to meet you n'all," Rogue began, "But, what d'ya want?"

She wasn't letting up to Gambit's charm. This was going to be harder than he thought.

"What, a guy can't pray?"

"He can pray alright, but I know you ain't here for prayin. You were with the blue fellah chasin me. I know cause you're in one'na his memories."

Gambit flinched secretly. He hoped that it wasn't a memory that featured him with another woman.

A loud noise startled the both of them and Gambit suddenly realized that it came from inside the church hall.

"What was that?" she asked him.

Gambit peered out of the chapel door and saw that Wolverine had knocked down the holy water, causing a great ruckus.

"You need to be more careful, Logan."

Gambit recognized that voice lecturing Wolverine. He was glad that his friends had arrived. He wasn't good at recruiting as he was with charming beautiful women.

"Mah friends, mon chere." Gambit stated as he held the door open for her to see. They were on the opposite side of the hall and had not yet noticed them.

He turned to look at her but found that she had backed up against the wall. A strand of hair fell from the cloak upon her face and he quickly noticed that it was as white as Storms'. He had to admit, he was a bit turned on at the aspect of having another white haired beauty on the team. Since the blue eyed, white haired witch lacked any romantic interest in him, he would try his chances with the green eyed, white haired maiden.

"Don' be 'fraid, Chere, we're here ta help."

Gambit held out his hand to her. She hesitated as she looked from his hand up to his dark, red eyes.

"Don' be 'fraid…."

With great reluctance, the girl took a step forward and grabbed Gambit's hand.