I haven't heard back from my beta yet but I'm gonna be really impatient and post this chapter anyway so if there are any mistakes please forgive me and let me know what they are. If I do hear back from her then I will re-post this chapter with the improvements she suggests.

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This chapter is for ElectroGirl23.

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"Find anything yet?"

"I'm not picking up any psychic traces, if there were here they're gone now."

"Scent's gettin' stronger, they were here and not too long ago."Logan growled, he was still annoyed that Storm hadn't let him track down Rogue alone. "This way." He suddenly stopped and turned towards a yard full of storage containers. He considered it for a moment sniffing the air once more before jogging towards them.

"Ah man, ve're never going to find them in there." Kurt complained. His concern for his sister was making him impatient.

"Kurt Jean already said they're not here anymore, we just need Logan to find where they went next. Don't worry, we'll find her." Cyclops gave Nightcrawler his most reassuring smile before pursuing Wolverine into the maze of containers. "Besides, Rogue is a big girl she can take care of herself." Kitty, copying Cyclops, gave Kurt a sympathetic smile before she too headed into the maze.

"Yeah, I suppose." Nightcrawler followed the others looking thoroughly miserable.

They found Logan crouching besides a large poll supporting a flood light that was illuminating the area.

"He caught up with her here; Gumbo back tracked a few hundred yards ago but she didn't get far on her own. She's hurt, I can smell the blood."

"Blood?" Kurt turned slightly green under his normal blue complexion, his face grimacing at the thought of his sister's unknown fate. Logan got up and stalked past the group of teenagers; his blood boiling beneath his skin. He had previously thought that this was just another one of the Cajuns mischievous antics but now he was genuinely concerned for Rogues safety. He picked up his pace, almost running round the last corner to where he knew the railway line was. He jumped over the tracks and began searching for a scent on the other side. Looking for anything to suggest that they simply crossed here rather than getting on a train but Logan had known before he had even jump across that he would not find anything. There was only one reason for Gambit to bring her here and now Logan had to figure out where he took her without his mutant abilities to help him. He let out a ferocious roar before heading back to the others.

"They got on a train. No more than half hour ago." He relayed the information to the small group as he paced back and forth trying to think of a plan. The station desk wouldn't be open for hours so there was no way of knowing where the train was heading till morning by which point Gambit and Rogue would have disappeared into the world. He furiously growled again making the teamed jump in surprise.

"New Orleans Express leaving Bayville Industries cargo port at 19.15pm stopping at Philadelphia, Washington and Atlanta arriving in New Orleans at 17. 48pm" Kitty re-read the information from her mobile aloud for everyone to hear.

"How'd know that?" Logan looked at her perplexed.

"Instant web access." She stating as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Right. Ok let's get back to the mansion we'll head them off in Philadelphia."

"Ok you heard the man, team lets head out." Cyclops shouted as Logan turned back to look at the empty port. – I'm on my way kid, just hang in there. –

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"Ah said where are you taking meh?" she was standing in front of him with her hands on her hips in full confrontation mode.

"Chéri calm down before y' hurt yo'self again." He didn't even look up from his card game. She had the feeling he was avoiding looking at her. – What is he trying to hide? -

"Don't 'cheri' meh! Ah want t' know where the hell you think your takin' meh."

"Rogue as much fun as it'd be to tie y' up I really don't want t' so, s'il vous plaît, just calm down." He finally looked up at her, what would normally have sounded teasingly flirtatious lacked his usual seductive tone. He held her gaze evenly as he waited for her. She didn't have the energy to argue so she just sat opposite him, glaring as he continued his game of solitaire.

They stayed like that for what seemed like hours but in reality it was probably no more than about 30 minutes. On several occasions he attempted to talk to her about trivial things but his attempts were met by cold angry glares; eventually he gave up trying to talk to her all together. They sat in silence. Rogue sighed silently to herself; the trip to New Orleans was going to be a long one. She contemplated ways of escape for when they arrived there; even if she could only get away long enough to find a phone. She figured if she could alert the X-Men to where she was then she was sure that they would find her. Her thoughts drifted back to what Gambit had said about getting her to the med lab. Did the thieves Guild have a med lab? Rogue wouldn't be surprised if they did but why would Gambit take her there? As far as Rogue knew he hated his father. She was jolted out of her thoughts when the train suddenly shook violently.

"What the hell was that?" she exclaimed, not really aiming the question at Gambit but unable to contain the thought in her shock.

"Dat would be our ride." He seemed different. In fact he had been unusually quiet since his slip up about the med lab. His flirtatious behaviour had evaporated, the teasing had stopped and the sparkle in his eyes had gone. Rogue studied him for a moment longer realising then that as hard as he tried to hide it he was torn; like he wasn't happy about what he was doing but had to do it anyway. It made her nervous. She watched him slide open the container door revealing the world rushing past outside as the train zoomed along its tracks. He clearly wasn't happy about where he was taking her she concluded so maybe he was taking her to the Thieves Guild but then why was he opening the door? Surely he didn't expect them to jump. That's when she saw it; a huge metal sphere glimmering ominously in the moonlight as it got closer and closer to the train until it completely filled the doorway.

"No." She stepped back trying to get as far away it as possible. She was stopped by two strong arms wrapping around her and preventing her from fighting. She felt his breath on her neck before said heard him speak.

"Je suis désolé, Rogue." He said with a sad voice before lifting her up with ease as part of the metal ball melted away becoming an opening large enough for someone to climb into. Rogue tried to struggle against Gambits strong grip but couldn't, within seconds they were both inside the ball; the opening behind them snapping shut as he released her.

At first they were plunged into darkness until a snapping sound revealed a strange orange glow emanating from a stick which Gambit let drop to the floor. The orange light gave his red eyes a sinister look; the way he stared unnerved her. The space inside the ball was small which was made worse by the fact that it was perfectly spherical. They stood apart both leaning on opposite sides with their feet touching in the middle preventing them both from sliding down. Rogue felt uncomfortable. She hadn't suspected Gambit of being a real threat this entire time but now she knew where he was taking her. He was delivering her right into the hands of her enemy. Back on the train she could have walked away from him, turned her back or blocked him out by listening to the sounds of the train as it noisily ran along the tracks. In here it was too close and too quiet. There was only Gambit, nothing to distract her from him and he just stood there staring at her. She wished she could read his mind; find out what his was thinking as he gazed at her.

In the silence that stretched between them she could hear her own heart beating deep within her chest; - One. Two. Three - she counted each beat as she waited for him to say something, unable to think of anything to say herself but also not wanting to give herself time to process the feelings that Gambit always seemed invoke in her. - Four. Five. Six. – She was mad at him but this close proximity was playing havoc on her mind and senses. She was acutely aware of every part of his body that touched hers; his warmth soaking into her. Each breath he took floated back teasing her skin as it danced around her.

"What does he want with meh?" she asked, finally unable to stand it any longer. He didn't say anything, just looked away.

"Please, Ah think you owe meh that much." She said exasperated.

"Remy don't know." He said quietly.

"What?" she couldn't believe what he was saying. "Your just gonna hand meh over to him not knowing what it is he plans to do to meh?" she looked at him ludicrously "Ah thought you.... Ah thought..." Rogue dropped her chin to her chest, her eyes stung and she tried to blink back the tears that threaten to spill out. She had truly believed they had created some sort of alliance back in New Orleans last year; one that meant they would look out for each other. Obviously she had severely misunderstood the Cajuns intentions. – Why in Gawds name did Ah keep that damn card! What was ah thinking? He doesn't care 'bout meh. He don't care 'bout anyone but himself.-

"Rogue..." he leaned forward his hand reaching out, protected by his gloves, lifting her chin to look at him. His eyes were sad but she didn't care she slapped his hand and shoved him away from her. The movement, however, made her slip and lose her footing. She instinctively grabbed Gambit to prevent herself falling but resulted in them both ending up piled on top of one another in the bottom of the ball. A small gleam returned to Gambits eye as she struggled to free herself from the provocative position in which they landed. She had somehow ended up underneath him with one leg around his waist and the other tangled between his. He had one hand around her back and another beside her head holding himself a few inches above her.

"Y' could have just asked chéri, jumping m' really wasn't necessary" his classic smirk returned to his face and he made no attempt at moving from their current position. She gawped at what he was implying.

"In your dreams Swamp rat!"

"Every nigh' petit, every nigh'." She turned bright red and tried to wriggle herself from under him but was quickly stopped as Gambits hand gripped her hip preventing her from moving any further.

"Unless you plan on finishing de job, I seriously suggest y' stop rubbing against Remy like dat." His breathing had deepened and the way he stared at her made feel like he wanted to eat her alive. – Lust -. Someone at the back of her mind informed her. She suddenly looked down realising what she was wriggling against. The redness her cheeks suddenly turned would have made even the reddest beetroot jealous. Gambit laughed at her as she realised what she had done. Using the hand that was now on her hip he lifted them both up into a sitting position before letting her sink to one side of the ball. She was sat between his legs facing him with her own legs either side of his hips; it reminded her of the way lovers sometimes sit on a bed in films. It was too close and intimate to be comfortable but it was better than their position moments ago. Instantly they sunk back into their previous silence though Gambit never lost the hungry look from his stare.

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