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A/N: I apologize for the lack of updates. A lot has happened in 2 years that had to be taken care of. One of which was my the laptop (not the one I have now) that I had for 5 years crashed last year and I got the one I have now for my birthday from my dad. And I've rambled on long enough...I will let you lovely readers read this long awaited chapter.

Chapter 3

The next day started like the day before. DR session at the "ass crack of dawn"(1); as Rogue would affectionately call it, breakfast in the dinning room; which of course is never boring, and then everyone is free to do whatever they please.

Rogue told Logan she was going out and needed the keys to his bike.

"Tell me where you're going and I might hand you the keys."

"Ah need to get out for a while. Ah was thinkin' of checkin' out a new book store that just opened up."

Logan thought about it for a moment. "Alright, but be back by dinnertime." Logan agreed.

"Thank you, Logan. Ah'll see ya later." Rogue said as she dashed up stairs to grab her bag. Rogue then made her way back down, grabbed the keys from Logan and headed for the garage. But not before giving Logan a quick hug.

"Try to stay out of trouble, Stripes."

"Don't worry, Logan, Ah won't scratch her up too bad." The look Logan gave her made Rogue burst out laughing. "That was a joke! Ah promise t' be back by dinner time and Ah'll try not t' get into trouble." With those words, Rogue waved to Logan as she ran off to the garage where the bike was parked.

Rogue started up the vehicle and was speeding down the road in seconds. She arrived at her destination in no time.

Rogue entered the small bookshop and began browsing through all the different titles. What she didn't know was that she had a pair of eyes watching her every move. At least that's what she wanted her "stalker" to believe; Rogue was quite aware that she was being watched from afar the entire time.

"C'mon out. Ah know you're there."

As soon as she said this, out from behind a tall bookcase stepped none other than the red-eyed, card-throwing Cajun himself, Remy LeBeau.

"Bonjour, cherie. 'S bon seenin' y' again." He said as he smirked.

"What are ya doin' here, Gambit?" Rogue asked, trying to hide her surprise. After all, she hadn't seen him in a little over a year.

"Last time Remy checked, chère, it wasn't illegal to walk into a bookstore." He said with a smirk.

"That may be the case, but it is illegal t' stalk people. What are ya doin' here, Cajun?"

"What, chère? Ya not happy t' see did Cajun?" Remy's smirk widened.

Rogue laughed. "Don't flatter yourself, Swamp rat! Ah came here to get a new book, but it seems that has been ruined for me." Rogue made her way to the front of the store to leave.

"Now, now, ma chère. No need to leave on Remy's account. He was just gonna ask if ya wanted to accompany him for lunch. Remy knows a quiet little café not far from here."

Rogue looked like she was deep in thought. "Ah really oughta be headin' back the institute soon."

Remy could tell she was lying. You don't become a master thief without learning other peoples' weaknesses, and Rogue was a terrible liar. "Sure ya can't spare just a li'l time wit' di Cajun?" 'Dat's it Remy, use the ol' guilt trip method. Works every time.' He thought to himself.

Rogue caved. "Ah guess Ah do have a FEW more hours to hang out. But if Ah'm late gettin' back, Logan will have your head for a trophy! And that's not a threat. That's a promise."

"Whatever ya say, cherie."

The pair made their way to the front of the bookstore where Rogue paid for her books. After exiting the store, Remy led Rogue to the aforementioned café.

Upon their arrival at the cozy eatery, Remy instructed their server to seat them in their outside patio area, where they were promptly asked for their drink orders.

Rogue and Remy received their drinks and were getting ready to place their food orders when the tranquil atmosphere of the place was interrupted by a very familiar snarl…

A/N: I am SOOO glad to have gotten this chapter finished. You can thank my husband for giving me the creative nudge I needed. I really hope y'all enjoyed this chapter and I hope to get the next one out a lot sooner than I did this one. It's in the works as you read this. Keep a look out. :D