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Characters: Giselle Bermudez/Charm (OC), Piotr Rasputin/Colossus, Katherine Pryde/Shadowcat, Daken, Dr. Hank McCoy/Beast, Laura Kinney/X-23, Emma Frost, Scott Summers/Cyclops, Logan/James Howlett/Wolverine, Various other Marvel Universe Characters and OC's

Summary: Kitty and Peter have a conversation that changes things. Giselle and her colleagues investigate the death of Lola, and Daken begins to feel something that he cant explain.

A/N: How did you guys like the last chapter? I'm sorry it took so long for me to post this short chapter, but hopefully you guys like it. Please R&R!

Chapter Three

Paths Cross

Peter could not believe his eyes. The most beautiful woman he'd ever seen was sitting at the bar, and had now looked at him. The look in her eyes was wary, but the gentle giant was not going to back down. It had been a week since Kitty had dumped him, and he was tired of sulking. He needed to suck it up and be a man as Logan would say. At least that's what he thought Logan would say. The girl before him was too beautiful to pass up. Her skin seemed to glow, as though she spent all her time during the daylight hours soaking up the rays of the sun, and her eyes contrasted against it beautifully. Her hair fell down to her chest and down her back like a dark waterfall, and her lips were too perfect for words. She was also close to his height, only about six or so inches shorter than he was.

"Can I help you, Abercrombie," the woman asked in a tone that basically said, what the f*ck are you lookin' at? Logan chuckled. Whatever he had gathered about this person based on their scent alone, he liked her spunk. She had an attitude, but not too much. Just enough to let you know not to screw with her. She was pretty, but not really Logan's type. She was too tall, and if the scent he got off her was truly her scent, then he was not going to go down that road. He had tried that before, and it just wasn't his thing. Peter however, wasn't going to let her attitude dissuade him from trying to flirt with him.

"You're just so beautiful," the Russian said, "Almost too beautiful to be real."

"Thanks, that's probably the five million and twenty second time I've heard that one," she said. The bartender brought her a beer and she took it, left a hefty tip, and went back to the pool table. She seemed to be getting along with all the other guys in the place, and Peter wondered if maybe she cold sense he was a mutant. Was she geno-ist against mutants? That was something Peter couldn't stand for. He was about to get up, but Logan sensed what he was going to do based on his drunkenness, heart rate, pheromone levels, and scent. He could smell a bit of aggression coming off him.

"Slow down there Pete," Logan said, "I think there's more than meets the eye to that one, and you might not like all of it"

7pm, Daken's Hotel Room

He never managed to leave the city. He was now obsessed with this woman he had seen. He didn't know why, but something about her had him captivated. He was trying to scent her everywhere she went, looking for that combination of rose water perfume, slight makeup smell, and a musk that was different from any other woman or man he had ever scented before. He went back to his room after he had lost her in the muni station, and was trying to figure out what to do. He finally couldn't take it anymore, and left the hotel, looking for a bar. The wind was blowing a bit strongly, and that's when he caught the scent again. He felt his pupils dilate, and he could almost visualize the trail, he followed it, and soon came to the same bar that she had to be in. He also caught two very familiar scents that put him on edge. One was his father, Logan, and the scent of a drunk Russian he knew only as Colossus. But he could smell Her in there too. He weighed the pro's and cons, and decided it would be best to stake her out, watch and wait until she had left the bar.

Back inside, after sobering up a bit, Peter was ready to try again with the young woman. He approached her as she sat at the bar watching the basketball game on the television with little interest, obviously watching simply to pass the time.

"Miss, I want to apologize for offending you earlier," he began, "I was intoxicated, and your beauty stunned me into a stupor. May I please make it up to you?"

Giselle looked him up and down, and after about 2 minutes, right when she sensed he was about to turn away in defeat, she relented. Her features softened and she said, "Hey, no big deal, I was kind of a bitch anyways." At this they both laughed, and she invited him to join her. She was getting tired of being here alone, and this cute guy with a bit of a Russian accent might help the time go by faster.

"I'm Giselle," she said, holding out her hand, "and you are?"

"Piotr Nikolaievitch Rasputin," he said taking her hand and kissing it, "but you can call me Peter," he finished with a grin. The began to talk, the entire time Giselle was on alert, quickly scanning the minds of the patrons coming and going from the bar. A few hours and a lot of drinks later, she was going to call it a night. She was way to intoxicated to try and be on a mission tonight, and this guy was way too cute for her to pass up. She got up from her seat, and that's when the liquor hit her extra hard. She stumbled, and got back up, a silly smile on her face that said, I look like a complete and total idiot now in front of a really hot guy, way to go G!

"Are you okay," Peter asked, helping her to stand up with a worried smile. This woman, there's something different about her, I know there is, I just can't put my finger on it. And is it too soon for me to be interested in someone after Katya and I broke up? I really like this woman though, what am I going to do?

"I'm fine, I just have to go to the little telepath's room," she said and immediately froze, they hadn't discussed their abilities, and she was sure he was going to stop talking to her now, most guys didn't want a girlfriend that was also a "mutie". Her eyes were the size of silver dollars as she looked at him, trying to come up with a way to back-pedal when Peter smiled and said, "Well allow me to escort you, krasivyĭbeautiful"

Peter escorted her to the women's room and after she went in, Logan went and stood next to his friend.

"You two seem to be hittin it off pretty well, huh?"

"I really like her, tovarishch," Peter said, "but I'm worried that I'm becoming interested in someone only a week after Katya and I broke up"

"first of all," began Logan in a im-not-taking-any-shit tone, "Kitty dumped you, okay, bub? Second of all, you're a single man, you can do whatever you want, and finally, I never knew you were into girls like her," he finished, nodding his head in the direction of the bathroom door. Peter got an inquisitive look on his face just then, and was about to ask Logan what he meant when the door opened and Giselle came out looking a little less drunk, and a bit refreshed.

"So," she said, slurring her words, "I hate to do this, but I have to go home, It's late, and I'm very tired. Can you take me to my car?" Logan and Peter looked at each other and Logan shook his head. He knew Peter was not about to let this drunk woman drive home intoxicated, he was that much of a boyscout.

Thirty minutes later, Peter had convinced Giselle to let him and Logan make sure she got home safely, and they were in the car. Logan was driving, and Peter was in the back seat with Giselle leaning on him. They were all quiet, Logan paying attention to the road and very sure of what he had suspected earlier now that he was in her car and practically drowning in her scent, Peter wondering if she would even remember him and if she would still want to know him. He really liked her, although he was still wrestling with his feelings about getting involved so soon after his recent breakup. He didn't want Giselle to be what American's called a "rebound", he knew that much, he wanted to be able to fully commit if she was willing to give it a shot. Giselle was thinking about how even though she was thankful for the ride, and the comfort Peter was giving her in the backseat by letting her lay on him and wrapping his arms around her, she had a feeling it would all be over once he found out she wasn't exactly born the way she was.

A few cars behind, a taxi was following the car, mimicking it's every turn. Daken was driving it, the lifeless body of the driver in the passenger seat. The woman that he was enamored with was with two men he didn't much care for. Two X-Men. Although it's an understatement to say Daken didn't care for his father, Logan. He despised him. He hated him even more so now that the irresistible woman was in a car with him on the way to her house! Daken had been staking out the bar all night, doing all he could to stay downwind of the entrance which was difficult in the fickle San Francisco winds, and had been able to pick up bits and pieces of the annoyingly inebriated conversation between the woman and the Russian.

The cars made their way into the Pacific Heights neighborhood, and Daken backed off. He watched the car turn onto Scott and Washington Streets. He parked a block up, and walked to the corner. He watched as the two men helped the woman up some stairs to a door, and disappear inside. After they had gone, he went up to house, up the stairs, and used his claw to pick the lock, and move in. He heard noise and looked up. It was an apartment building and they sounded as though they might be on the top floor. Then he heard Logan shush Giselle and tell his friend to be quiet.

"We're not alone," Logan said in a growl.

I know this was a short chapter, but I needed to move the story along, and as much as I kept trying, things kept being dragged out. I will make it up to you in Chapter Four though, a lot of action is coming up!