Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize. Actually, I don't even own most of the things you don't recognize. This story was started by leslienicolespeaks, who had her account deleted. She has a new account, but is giving up the fanfic world, so she very good heartedly donated her stories to me so we could still read them.

Title: Beneath The Surface.
Originally Written By Leslienicolespeaks

Chapter Two – Lucky 13.

Lucky 13.

That was what the fluorescent sign above a club said. It was a regular-sized place that seemed to gather fairly good established men. Most of them wore nice shirts or even tuxedos. Men who probably wanted to relax a bit after leaving work and before heading to their houses where they would possibly have to deal with jealous wives and whiny, noisy kids. In front of the bar, by its entrance, stood two girls dressed in raunchy clothes. The shiny red-haired one wore mini shorts and a bikini top, on her feet boots with six inch heels – everything in glittery red. The short brunette wore clothes that were just as tight, her top covered a little more of skin, but her mini skirt barely hid her black panties.

Mika parked her car not really far from the club's entrance. Two days had passed and she hadn't blown anything up. She took that as a sign that she had started to control her powers, though she couldn't be sure because she hadn't actually tried to use them – she didn't have a reason to do so after all. Mika got out of the car and headed to the club with unsure steps. She didn't know why she was there, she didn't think she was pretty enough to work in a place like that. But she needed a job and there weren't many places that would hire someone with no experience, place to stay or references.

"What's a girl like ya doin' in a place like this?" the red-haired asked.

"Uh, looking for a job, I guess."

"We do need a new waitress and you're pretty enough, I suppose," the brunette remarked. "I'm Tania, but everyone calls me Trixie around here. That's Susan."

"Or Reddie, if ya might. I don't really like it, but it has a better ring than Shortcake," the red-haired said with a half smile.

"I'm Mika."

"We'll call you Breezy," Trixie said. "That's what the necklace says."

"How 'bout one of us take ya to meet the boss?"

"The boss?" Mika dumbly repeated.

"Yup. Lucius Hewitt, the owner of the Lucky 13 and some other places more. A major pimp, darling. He's loaded and dangerous. Don't tick him off, unless ya don' wanna live to see tomorrow."

"Ok."

"Think ya can handle things on your own for a moment or two, Trix?"

"Sure," the two other women turned to leave. "Just one thing though," Trixie walked up to Mika and ripped the girl's shirt enough to reveal the better portion of her flat stomach. "You gotta show some skin if you wanna get the Boss' attention. Good luck."

"Uh, thanks, Trixie."

Mika and Reddie made their way into the club, which was just like one the girl had seen in a movie once or twice before. It was rather dark, with colorful lights and hot girls barely dressed. Only the waitresses seemed to wear a little more than the dancers and bartenders. A few cages were spread around here and there with girls making erotic dances inside them. There was no one stripping though. She wondered why if that club did have the look.

As they walked up to the counter where the cashier was, Reddie made sure to let all guys know that Mika wasn't supposed to be touched or hit on. At least not yet. Reddie exchanged a few words with the cashier, introducing him to the blonde-haired girl. The cashier, a big dude named Rummy, opened the door to let them pass. They walked up some stairs and stopped in front of a wooden door. There was a metal plate hanging on it with the words The Boss. The plate had probably been chromed out, to give the bling-bling touch. How hip-hop that was.

Reddie knocked on the door three times and it took a few moments before it was spread open. A Latino-looking bald man stood by it wearing the typical body guard suit and shades. He looked like a wall and Mika wondered if he would actually feel anything if she punched him with her small fists and all her strenght. Probably not. Reddie announced she had a newbie to show the boss and they were allowed inside when a male voice stated they could do such thing.

It was a nice, spacious and big room. In one side it seemed to be the typical business man office, while the rest of it was decorated much like those motel rooms from cheap porn movies with bright nylon curtains, small loveseats and leopard-printed pillows. Around a table sat three men, who were playing cards. Mika guessed it to be poker, even though she couldn't really tell. The man on the left was also a Latin-looking one, with a funny beard and green eyes, his shirt was bright red and his tie green. The man on the right wore a white shirt and golden accessories such as rings, earrings, bracelets, necklaces and even a Rolex. She couldn't tell if it was real or fake. The man between them had one of those gangster hats, tipped to the left side of his face, half hiding the long scar that existed on that area. He was black and his rather long hair was styled in corn rolls.

"Hey, Boss," Reddie said to the man in the middle.

The women with the three men glared at her and Mika. Two black girls and a Latin one, all dressed in minimum clothes, were there. The Latin girl was on the Boss' lap, while the other two stood next to the men.

"Reddie, what ya got there?"

"This is Breezy. These are Johnny, Tony and Lucius..."

"You can call me Boss."

"Breezy wants a job here," Reddie said.

"Really?" he asked, while looking the girl up and down, like butchers did with pieces of meat before cutting them up. She stared back at him.

"Really. I heard you needed a waitress."

"Yo ain't bad, some hot stuff," he remarked. "But ya heard wrong."

Mika narrowed her eyes while everyone else in the room, except for Reddie, laughed. Fine, he could keep his cheap girlfriend and her friends. She would just try the next club she found, it shouldn't be hard to find places like that one in New York. Men needed fun everywhere. She just nodded and turned around to leave the place when her gift kicked in. Damn timing. The room had a window looking over the club. She walked over to it and looked down, attentively. A small group caught her attention. One of the men seemed to be getting a little off with some fellow on the table next to them.

"Didn't ya listen, byotch?" one of the girls, she didn't bother turning around to see which one, asked with a snotty voice. "Get outta here!"

"What ya looking at, Breezy?" Tony asked after the boss told him to do so.

"You're about to have some trouble in here," she said without turning around and pointed to a small group when Lucius stood by her side. "You better kick those four out."

"How can ya know that?"

"Ah, I just have a feeling," she replied, not preoccupied with it. "I'll be on my way if you're sure you don't need any new waitresses."

"Shit! Hank, get those four out of mah club, NOW!" Lucius yelled just as Mika started to make her way out of the room. The body guard sped off past her. "Everyone, out!" he said and Mika motioned to leave. "Not ya, Breezy."

He closed the door after everyone had left and walked back to his seat. He told her to get the one right in front of him. Mika sat down silently, just watching as Lucius lit a cigar and started to smoke it, making perfect rings of smoke come out of his mouth.

"What?" she finally broke the silence after a while.

"How'd ya know that?"

"Know what?"

"Don't play stupid. The fight. How did ya know it was gonna happen?"

"I feel things."

"You a mutant?" he asked, looking her up and down once more.

She didn't like it when he did so. It made her feel like merchandise. She finally imagined how animals in zoos felt with all those people looking and pointing at them. She told herself to get used to it. It was probably gonna happen a lot if she got the job.

"Yeah," she raised her chin slightly. "You got a problem with that?"

"No. I like it. Sounds... kinky," he replied with a smile, to which she didn't reply. "Ya can choose to be a waitress or a dancer here with one condition."

"Which would that be?"

"Ya gotta let mah boys know when something starts. Like da fight. I don't want no fuckers messing mah place."

"That's fine by me. I'll serve. Shaking my ass for strangers to see isn't really my thing," she replied and he shook hands with her.

"Good enough."

"Uh, you wouldn't happen to know any place where I could stay, would you?"

"No home?" he asked and she nodded, not giving him an opening to go any further on that subject. "Not everyone likes mutants. Well, I have a room here. You can stay there with Reddie, but that means you'll have to watch over da club."

"We got a deal."

"Yo start tomorrow. Reddie will show ya around. She seemed to like ya."

Mika nodded and left the room while Johnny, Tony and the three women walked back inside. Reddie was glad to be appointed as Mika's mentor, so to say, and gave the girl a complete tour of the club while introducing her to all the staff people and talking a little bit about the more regular customers. She then gave the girl a waitress outfit. It was a tight, black, halter neck dress that reached her mid thighs and showed the curves of her slim and tall body. The cleavage also showed a lot of her mid-sized breasts. She would have to wear a white butterfly tie and keep her balance on high-heeled black pumps. She didn't worry about unpacking on that night.

Four weeks had passed since Mika's arrival in New York City and the night she had gotten her job at the Lucky 13. She turned out to be a very good waitress and had one of the bartenders start teaching her how to do all those hard drinks and tricks with the bottles. She had only blown small things up every once in a while, mostly when some overly drunk or overly stupid customer tried to grab her body or disrespected her. It was no secret that she had managed to get into the Boss' good side rather quick. He protected her from the customers and jealous co-workers. He had eventually found out that Mika was fluent in quite a few languages and hired her as a translator when he needed to make business with foreign people. She only had a slight idea of what his business were, but she asked no questions and just got her money – which was very good. Mika kept his business as a secret and Lucius kept quiet about the fact that she was a mutant – even if he didn't know about her other powers.

Mika noticed when a handsome man entered the club. That wasn't strange, lots of handsome men went there, but that guy stood out in the crowd that was in the club. Probably because he didn't fit in there. He was tall and had relatively long, brown hair with a streak or two falling over his forehead. Mika couldn't tell the color of his eyes though because he wore sunglasses with red lenses. She had to admit it: he was hot. And, lucky she was, he was walking right towards the counter where she was working. He sat on a stall and Mika walked over to him, smiling.

"Hey there, stranger. I'm Breezy."

"I want a beer," he replied, not really looking at her.

"Ok," she walked to the freezer and went back with a beer on her hand, she placed it in front of him. "Here you go. If you need anything else, just lemme know."

"Thanks," he said before taking a long gulp from his drink.

"Someone's eager to get a hangover in the morning," Mika muttered to herself while heading to another customer.

The hours passed and the handsome guy didn't give signs of wanting to leave. Mika guessed he probably had a lot going on in his life to drink so much like he was doing. He asked a beer after the other and, not really satisfied with them, asked for a few shots of tequila. He was completely drunk, she could tell. That was an understatement, a blind person would be able to tell he was drunk and not by the smell of beer and smoke.

"Gimme another," he managed to slur out.

"Sorry, pal, but it's closing time. You gotta pay and get going on," she told him.

"Ok. After you... get me... a last... beer."

"Only if you pay," she insisted and was surprised when he threw his wallet on the counter. "What's this for?"

"I'm paying," he slurred.

Mika said nothing and opened the wallet. She saw his id and read the name Scott Summers on it. She took his credit card and charged the drinks. His luck I'm honest, she thought to herself. Had it been anyone else, she wasn't too sure Mr. Summers would have ever seen his credit card again - only the debts made with it.

"Here you go, Scotty. Do you want me to get you a cab?" she asked, placing the last beer in front of him. He barely managed to lift it.

"No. I'll drive there."

"You're not. I don't want you getting yourself killed. It'd be a pity," she grabbed his car keys. "Tell you this: you wait here while I help closing and then I'll drive you, ok?"

"Whatever you say."

"Breezy, no customers after we close," she heard the Boss yell from upstairs.

"He's my cousin, boss, he's visiting me. He could never hold his alcohol, poor guy. Cut me some slack, please? I have to drive him to his hotel or else he'll never make it there. Well, not alive."

"Just this time, Bree!"

"Thanks! I owe you," she yelled back and then lowered her voice. "Stay here, Scotty. Don't get into any trouble. I'll be right back."

Mika went help the other waitresses with the cleaning. They had a jukebox there and would take turns picking their favorite songs. It was Mika's night, so she grabbed a few coins from the tips and walked over to the jukebox. She took a few moments to choose, but then everyone could finally hear when Like A Virgin by Madonna started playing. What could she say? She loved the classics.

About an hour later everything was finally clean. Mika put her blonde and straight hair that went down to her breasts in a high ponytail and changed clothes. She wore a black tee with skulls around it, ripped jeans, black converses and had her jeans jacket on. She walked back over to where Scott was playing with a lighter that had been forgotten on the counter. He was almost falling asleep being so drunk as he was.

"You sure you can manage yourself, Breezy?" Reddie asked her.

No one at the club called her Mika. Actually, only Reddie and Trixie knew that that was her real name, but they never used it either. For everyone there she was Breezy. Truth be told, she liked being Breezy. Breezy was the sexy waitress that was out of reach for all customers and jealous girls; Breezy had nothing to hide and no past either.

"Yeah. Scotty here's just being difficult, but thanks, Red. I'll be back in a few, don't worry, I've got the keys, ok?"

"Ok, suit yourself. Good night," she replied and walked upstairs.

Everyone left the club and Mika did her best to drag Scott Summers outside. She didn't worry about looking for his car, she would just drive him in hers, because she would need a way to go back to the club after all. Besides, she could leave him a note saying where his car was and he could go to the club again to get the keys with her. She unlocked the doors and put the half passed out man on the passenger seat. She put the belt on him, closed the door and walked to the driver's side. She hopped inside and started the engine.

"Scotty, you gotta tell me where you live. I'm not a psychic."

"Psychic," he mumbled. "Jean..."

"No, it's Breezy here. I don't know any Jeans. Where do you live?"

Even with her effort, Scott didn't tell her his address. She would have to figure it out on her own. She then remembered about his wallet. She took it from him again and searched through it. There was a card in it with the address of Charles Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. Mika figured Scott Summers probably lived there, even if he didn't seem to be a student. Maybe he was a teacher. She just hoped she didn't find anyone at the said school to blame on her the situation of one of their teachers.

It was out of town, but nothing extremely far, so with a certain speed she got there in some minutes. The gates opened when she quickly stopped in front of them and she took that as a sign that she could go inside. She had no clue about where the garage was, but Scott seemed to be awake enough to point her the right direction. She parked in front of the garage and helped Scott get out of the car. He wasn't really lucid when he started to try to kiss her.

"Just one kiss..." he slurred.

"No, Scotty. C'mon, we gotta get you inside," she replied, looking for a door while trying to keep him standing and avoiding his kiss. "Ok, ok! Just one and that's it!"

She turned her face to his and their lips smashed together. She didn't let his tongue explore her mouth though. Mika was just glad he wouldn't remember about that on the morning or the next time he saw her.

"More..."

"No! Be quiet or you'll wake people up and, frankly, I don't wanna have to explain to anyone why you're like this," she said as she finally found a door.

Luckily it was unlocked. They went inside and saw themselves in a hall. They walked along it until they reached the kitchen. Mika helped Scott sat on a chair before grabbing a card from the club and writing something down on it with a pen she had found there. She put it in his wallet and the wallet back in his jacket's pocket before going back to the garage.

When she got there, one light was on. Someone had been there or was still there. Either way she didn't really want to find out. Mika slowly made her way to her car, always looking around. She knew whoever it was the person was still there. She could feel it and tried to just ignore it. She reached the driver's door and unlocked it.

"Who are you?" a male, angry voice inquired.

She could only see his overshadowed face and it was enough to scare her to death. Before she could control it there was a loud explosion: she had just made the stranger's motorcycle explode.

"Damn powers!" she told herself, getting inside the car.

"Holy shit! Get back here!" the man yelled, but Mika ignored it and sped off.