"CHARLIE!"

Logan's roar across the mansion woke up half its residents.

One of which, was sitting at the kitchen counter, eating a bowl of Wheaties. Charlie chuckled into her bowl of cereal. Please, she hadn't spent the past twenty years of her life stealing to just wipe her slate clean and not take at least one thing from the X-Men's esteemed and rowdy leader. Pssh. Just who did they think she was, anyway?

"Aw, Chawlette, it's too earleh in the mawnin' f' this." Rogue yawned and stumbled towards the coffee pot. "What'd ya take this tahme?" She tried to glare at the new resident, but with less than six hours of sleep, she found it a little difficult.

"Nothin' much, darlin'. You know I can't help myself. If he didn't want it to go missing, he shouldn't have left it out for someone like little ol' me to take." She honestly couldn't help it; being a kleptomaniac since childhood was tough to deal with. So instead of fighting her 'disability' she chose to work with it. It would have worked perfectly if she hadn't got caught six months ago. Luckily, Xavier bailed her out and offered her a home and a job.

Her grass green eyes went from human to slit like a cat's in a second. "Hm, time to go." Finishing her cereal, she dumped it in the sink and leapt away from the counter just a half-second before Wolverine cracked the granite countertop with his fist.

"Charlie," he snarled, "you stay outta my room and out of my drawers!" He glared down at her crouched position on the floor. He cursed the fact that she was one of the handful of mutants with animal instincts who was able to use them to the best of her ability. He wanted to smack that grin off her face when she raised a fist and brushed her cheek.

"Ooh, is Logan embarrassed that I discovered the truth? It's what you get for not answering my question last night."

"What question?" Rogue asked, morbidly curious now that she had a hunch to which drawer Charlotte got her sticky fingers into.

"Boxers or briefs?" With a wild laugh, Charlie ducked under Logan's jab. Dropping down low, she grabbed his knees and slid right under and between his legs. Arching her body, she sprang back to her feet and twisted to leap onto his shoulders, using her weight plus gravity to force him face-first to the floor. "Nyah, nyah. Wolvie can't catch me." She taunted before she was forced to the air by some unseen force.

"Charlotte, it's five a.m. in the morning. Stop picking on Logan and do something more productive, please." Jean Grey was only up early for one reason: soccer practice. And if she had to be up at an unholy hour, it better be for that one reason.

"Sorry, Red." Even in the air, Charlie could strike a catty pose. "Hey, I'll make it up to ya! Wanna learn how to avoid slide tackles without using powers?"

Logan grabbed Charlie by the ankle and forcibly yanked her down. "Oh, no. You're not going to teach the kids how to cheat. Red, practice out back. Rogue, Danger Room session with me—"

"It's not cheating if she doesn't get caught!"

"—and Charlie will be returning my property A.S.A.P."

A/N: I'm going to do this one in bits and pieces. I'm pretty short on time lately. But yes, Charlotte's mutation is pretty much like Catwoman's. Kleptomaniac, instincts, and sick humor in one package. But a quick summary of Charlotte:

Age: 38
Height: 5'6"
Hair color: brown/red
Eye color: light green
Past: Started stealing at 15, never stopped until recently. Kind of.