A/N: Thank you winterwarrior! I went back and re-edited Chapter 3 because I agree with you. It was really…pathetic sounding. Now, it has same concept, different word choice :) Though I'm sure it still looks the same.

I do not own X-Men or the Bon Jovi lyrics……if only

Whoa, we're half way there
whoa, livin' on a prayer
Take my hand and we'll make it - I swear
Whoa, livin' on a prayer

Now, Andrea stood in front of the last place she could truly call home. The Church. Its stained glass windows depicted many scenes ranging from the Annunciation to the Ascension, The Visitation to the Coronation of Mary. They displayed a wondrous display of colors, warm and cold. The outer wooden doors welcomed her inside, promising warmth and a safe stay for the night. They promised love.

She grasped the brass handle of the church's door and pulled it open. She took a step inside, as her cold body collided with the warm, inviting air. She felt better now that she was no longer outside in the freezing night air. Her blue eyes fell upon the familiar tan walls and tiled floors. The familiar smell of spices hit her, and she coughed quietly. Her eyes rested on the traditional, aged, wooden pews. She was home.

But as she entered the St. Germaine's church, she hadn't noticed the man in deep prayer. Startled by the sudden sound of the door, Kurt Wagner spun around and spotted the young girl. No one ever came here this late at night, especially on a Friday night during Christmas break. Much less a girl at such a young age. Shouldn't she be bar-hopping? Without thinking, he quickly teleported himself to the wooden rafters where he knew he couldn't be seen by the public eye.

'Oh God, I shouldn't be up here,' he quietly thought.

Andrea's eyes quickly darted to the pews once again and spotted a cloud of blue-black smoke and heard a quick Bamf! She furrowed her eyebrows in thorough confusion and called out, "Hey? Anyone here?"

She took a couple hesitant steps into the light and called out again," Seriously? Who's there?"

When she was answered with silence, she held up her hands in defeat and said," Fine, whatever." Then annoyance was clear in her tone of voice. She was really getting fed up with this thing called life right now. She was irritated with the fact she had nowhere to go home to as much as no one, the only place she could stay was the local church, the only thing she truly had left was her faith, and her mind was beginning to play tricks on her. The thing that made her the most paranoid was the fact that she was almost raped. Yeah, life right now just sucked.

Solemnly, Andrea strode over to one of the last pews, genuflected and knelt. As she knelt, she felt something odd, unusual to say the least. Never once can she remember feeling awkward in a church. She usually thought of the church as a second home, a sanctuary, a place to go for comfort. Then, a thought dawned on her. It felt as though she was being watched.

Andrea's body tensed, as she silently prayed the prayer to St. Michael, pressing the crimson rosary to her forehead.

"May God restrain Him, we humbly pray," She quietly drawled on.

While she prayed, Kurt intently watched the young girl. Her pale skin dimly reflected the artificial light, and her eyes were shut in thought. Dirt covered her face and hands, her hair was a jet black but incredibly dull. Maybe if she took a shower, she'd be prettier. In close detail, he noticed how tense her muscles were. She knew she was being watched. He calmly ran a three-fingered hand through his dark hair.

'This could be awhile,' He thought to himself, as he relaxed against one of the beams.

Big mistake.

The rafter gave a long moan of protest. At the noise, Andrea jumped, slightly startled. Her eyes were directed in Kurt's direction, as the rafter split in two. She knew that the rafters were old but not that old. They must've cracked in a sudden shift of pressure from something. The thought changed as she heard a sudden yelp of fear.

'Or someone,' She concluded.

So Andrea just sat there for the next couple minutes staring up at the roof, waiting for it to cave in. Luckily, the other rafters were sturdy enough took the extra weight.

"That's my first bit of luck," She mumbled quietly. Before sitting up, she did the Sign of the Cross, slipping the rosary into her coat pocket and took a couple hesitant steps towards the mishap.

She heard a long groan from the rubble.

"Ach Gott," A deep voice rumbled. Cautiously and carefully, Andrea crossed the Church avoiding marble pillars and glass bottles filled with a type of yellow oil. She slowed down her steps as she came to face the fallen rafter. It looked like a fair sturdy piece of wood on the outside, but the look was deceiving. The inside looked eaten away by a bug of some sort, probably the common termite.

Another low grumble brought Andrea back down to Earth. She quickly swept away the rubble until her hand came into contact with a rough feeling material. Striped pants. Brusquely, she shoved the fallen remains into a pile next to her until she could see a full body.

With a soft gasp, she retreated her hand. Laid out before her was the same man as the day before. But she could notice a few more details on his body. Well, for starters, the angelic marks trailed all around his body, from his head to his feet. He had thick, dark curly hair that was tinted navy blue. His hands had 3 fingers which surprised her. She took a deep breath and asked him," Hey, buddy, you okay?"

Her tone of voice changed. It was somewhat deeper and rougher than before when she was praying. When he gave a soft grunt, she ran a hand throughout her long hair.

"Was geschehen ist," He drawled on, thick-accented. (What happened?)

Andrea furrowed her eyebrows as she said," Unless you speak English and have any sense of medical knowledge, you're as good as dead. I slept through foreign language classes and skipped medical school."

His eyes opened very slightly and he mumbled," Ach Gott." (Oh, God.)

Andrea knelt down to the floor and examined his face.

"It doesn't look like there are any bad cuts, just a bunch of minor scrapes here and there. You are one lucky duck. By the way, what's your name?"

He slightly winced as though he had a headache and opened his eyes fully, a striking golden shade. When he brought one of his hands to his head, he hissed slightly. He extended his hand away from his head to get a glimpse of it, searching any traces of blood.

"Hey, Little Boy Blue, what's your name?" Andrea swore she was getting a migraine of some sort by now.

In a weak tone, he replied," Kurt Vagner."

She let out a smile and extended her hand," Andrea Johnson."

Kurt extended his arm and grasped her hand. She helped him up and put his right arm over her shoulder.

"I'm assuming you're a tad bit woozy from that fall."

Once he gave her a small nod, she asked him," Do you have any family here in Massachusetts that I could give you to?"

She didn't know whether or not to be surprised when he shook his head 'Yes.'

"I consider them more as my friends," He mumbled.

"Got a cell phone of some sort, so we can tell them that you….erm, fell from the rafters?"

He shook his head slightly, from side to side.

"No need for that, Fraulein. Reach into my left pocket."

Andrea quickly reached into his pocket and pulled out circular device. A silver X was displayed against the black background. At the point where the two lines intersect was a red button. She gently pushed it in and it shone a bright red.

After a few minutes a masculine voice spoke through some sort of intercom, "Kurt, we'll be there in no time."

Kurt gave a small grin as he murmured," Scott."

Starting towards the front entrance, Andrea wondered where she was taking herself. Was she headed towards a home of mentally ill or rapists?

Oh boy, now, she knew she was definitely living on a prayer

A/N: Sorry for the wait. I was seriously stuck on this chapter for a long time. Anyways, I hope you liked it. I don't know if I'll update on Christmas or Christmas Eve, probably not. (The squirrel is waiting.)