DISCLAIMER: THE ONLY THINGS IN THIS STORY THAT I OWN ARE MY OC, AND THE STORY IDEA, EVERYTHING ELSE PERTAINING TO THE MARVEL UNIVERSE BELONGS TO MARVEL. I AM ONLY DOING WHAT ANY AVID FAN WOULD DO, AND PUTTING A BIT OF MYSELF INTO THE STORY. DONT WE ALL LIKE TO DO THAT? ^_^

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: Logan and Daken fight, Giselle reveals her secret to Peter, and the plot begins to thicken.

A/N: Thank you guys for being so patient with me after that last chapter. This one is pretty good, some revelations that will send the next chapter into overdrive. Things wont' be the same for Giselle and the X-Men after this!

Chapter Four

It Begins

"We're not alone," Logan said in a growl. He turned around, cocking his head left and right, looking down into the darkness. He took a deep breath, trying to see if he could catch the scent of someone else. That's when he knew that his son was downstairs. Daken was being every bit as stealthy as he could, but Logan knew he was there. He could feel the tension radiating off his son.

"Comrade, what is it," Peter asked, holding Giselle protectively. If his friend and team-mate was this on edge then Peter figured that it was cause for alarm.

"I'll be right back," Logan said, then jumped over the railing and disappeared into the darkness. Peter and Giselle paused for a moment, and then she picked her keys off the floor were Logan had dropped them before he jumped, and opened her door.

At the bottom of the stairs, Daken was hidden in the shadows when he saw the familiar form of his father drop into view from above.

"Daken," Logan said, "what are you doing here?"

"None of your concern, father," Daken said, spitting out the final word. Then he attacked. Snikt! They both unsheathed their claws at the same time, and Daken lunged at his father. Punch, punch, kick, slash, punch, slash, kick, pause. They fell away from each other panting.

"I'm going to ask you again, what are you doing here," Logan said as the slashes his son had inflicted healed within seconds.

"Who is she," Daken said, ignoring his father, and then lunging at him once more. Kick, slash, punch, elbow, flip, kick, kick, slash, pause. It was Daken's turn to heal as they panted.

"A girl that Peter met, why," Logan asked, now suspicious of the girl herself. Daken lept at Logan, who at this point simply stepped out of the way. Daken tried again, and Logan simply grabbed his head, and smashed it against his raised knee, knocking him out. On a normal man, had a normal knee smashed him, he would be unconscious for a while. Logan's adamantium knee against his mutant son's skull had the same effect. Logan lifted his son over his shoulder, and carried him up the stairs to Giselle's apartment. He got to the door to find it open and walked in. He deposited Daken onto the girl's couch, and then turned around to close and lock the door. He didn't see Peter or Giselle, but smelled them coming from a room with a closed door. Had he been with Gambit when they met the girl, he would've suspected something less than honorable was going on behind that door, but Peter was most likely just tucking her in. Logan knocked on the door.

After entering the apartment, Giselle offered Peter a drink, and then went to her bedroom, leaving the door open. She grabbed some pj's, and went into the attached bathroom. She exited a few short minutes later in long blue pajama pants with sheep on them and a white tank top. Her hair was up in a bun and her makeup was off. Peter stood in the door frame to her bedroom and gazed at her.

"You're beautiful," he said. She chuckled and replied, "You're still drunk aren't you?"

"No, I'm sober now," he said. She sat on her bed and he joined her. "I would like to see you again Giselle," he said, "In a setting that does not include alcohol," he finished with a laugh. Giselle smiled and then sighed, her expression changing to one that wasn't very promising.

"Peter," she began, "you're a nice guy, like, a really nice guy, and I wouldn't feel right seeing you again under false pretenses." Peter seemed confused, and looked at her for clarification. She looked into his eyes and said, "Peter, I'm not a biological woman. I'm a transsexual." She paused and moved away from him. She hid her face in her pillow, and continued, "I know you've changed your mind about me. I understand if you leave."

After a few moments of silence, she heard her door close and was sure he was gone. She got up and was surprised to see him still there. He was standing by her door, and looking at her. She got up and stood by her bed.

"I thought you were gone," she said, now slightly nervous.

"What kind of man would I be if I stopped talking to a woman I like because she happens to be a little different," he said, and held his arms out to her. She walked up to him, and he wrapped his arms around her. They hugged for a minute, and then she looked up at him. He looked down, meeting her gaze, and kissed her. They stood kissing for a while, and heard some noise in the living room. She pulled back and Peter said, "It's just Logan" and resumed kissing her. Then they heard a knock on the door. They pulled apart and Peter opened the door, and they saw Logan, his shirt ripped and a fresh cigar in his mouth.

"What happened," Giselle asked.

"My son happened," said Logan, pointing his cigar towards her couch. Peter and Giselle came out of her bedroom and saw a man on the couch. Giselle noticed the mohawk, zoomed over to his face and gasped.

"You know him," Logan asked, waiting for his suspicions of her to be confirmed.

"This is the man who killed my best friend," she said, tears welling up in her eyes.

The next morning

Emma was in her office, getting caught up on what was going on with Hope. She had found one of the mutants who had shown up on Cerebro in Toronto. But there was something else going on. She could feel a tugging in her brain that told her something was about to come about that would involve the X-Men. She just figured it was going to be something to do with Hope and one of the young mutants. She had just wrapped her conversation with Hope when Scott walked in.

"Hello Darling," she said rising to greet him with a kiss. "How are you? Have you heard from Logan or Peter? They've been gone since 6pm yesterday."

"They arrived during the night while you were asleep. I didn't want to disturb you. They brought two people with them. One is someone you're not going to like at all, and the other is completely new. Apparently not all mutants are here on the island after all," Scott replied. It unnerved him that it was a concrete fact that other than the five mutants to show up on Cerebro there were only 198 mutants left powered after M-Day. And after Utopia-X was formed, most of them except for a handful of X-Men with duties around the world where there. So why did this young woman not show up on Cerebro if she indeed was a mutant? It bothered him because it meant either Cerebro was faulty, or this young woman was lying. He was more inclined to believe the latter than the former.

"Why won't I like the other one," Emma asked, "Is it my sister?"

"No, it's Daken," Scott said simply. Emma gave him a look that said, you have got to be kidding me.

"Where are they," she asked. Scott led his lover down to the war room. Logan and Peter were there with a young Latina woman. They all stood as Scott and Emma entered the room.

"Why is Daken here," Emma demanded. The young woman had a look on her face that let Emma know she wasn't going to be rattled by someone yelling at her. Good, Emma thought, at least she can keep her wits about her. She looked from Peter to Logan. She was expecting one of them to answer. Logan spoke up.

"Because I figured ya bleedin hearts would want him in the brig here rather'n have him locked away at 850," he said gruffly. Logan didn't like this woman one bit, Giselle could gather that from the way he spoke to her. Apparently Peter didn't either. The woman looked at Giselle, looked her dead in the eye. Giselle looked directly back at her, unflinching. Then she felt it. A presence trying to enter her mind, she took it to be the woman. She locked her mind off from the intrusion.

"Next time you'd like to read my mind, ask permission," Giselle said calmly.

"Not a problem," Emma replied, a look of irritation on her face. Miserable cow, Emma thought to herself. I heard that, Giselle replied. Emma's eyes widened and she smiled. Another telepath, things were going to be very interesting around here with this young woman here. Emma walked over to greet the young woman, extending her hand.

"I apologize," Emma lied, "My name is Emma Frost, and you are?"

"I know who you are," Giselle replied coolly, "I know who all of you are, I just didn't realize I was with two of the X-Men last night until our little run in with that murderer. A pleasure to finally meet you in person, though, Miss Frost."

"Murderer? You mean Daken's killed someone in the city," Scott asked, now growing irritated. If this got on the news, it would be horrific for mutant-human relations.

"Yes, he killed my best friend, and colleague. A week ago just about."

"How do ya know it was him and not some other jerk with an axe to grind against mutants," Logan asked, even though he already knew. Giselle had told him and Peter the story already, but he wanted her to tell Scott and Emma, because they needed to know that this woman was not only a mutant, but what she did, that there were more like her, and that after the way she left them, she was most likely in danger of being "reclaimed" by them similarly to how Weapon-X came after him, and "The Facility" went after his clone, Laura.

Giselle filled Scott and Emma in on what had happened, how she had learned about it, and how she left the agency to find Lola's killer on her own. Scott and Emma reeled at this information. Not only were there other mutants who had survived M-Day, but they were mercenary assassins, and had all been implanted with chips that would keep them from appearing on any mutant detection software on the planet.

"So what do you want to do now," Emma asked, clearly ready to move forward. She wasn't the type to sit around and mull things over. She wanted to formulate a plan, and put it into action. She knew that by telling them about the agency, she had just betrayed them, and couldn't go back. She also had a feeling that she divulged the information about the agency a little too readily. She was wondering if it was because this woman made a habit of telling the truth, or if she was trying to help set up an ambush.

"I want to kill him," Giselle said, "I want to make him suffer the way he made Lola suffer. I want him to die without any dignity, and I want it to drag on for hours."

The passion in her reply caught Peter off guard. Giselle hadn't seemed to be the kind of woman who could wish this kind of pain on anyone, no matter what her motivation was. Her blunt rely startled him, but he had to remember that he had only met her hours before, and in that time, she had revealed a lot to him. He had taken her first admission in stride, deciding that no matter how she had been born, he saw a woman before him, and that the attraction he had for her wasn't going to change simply because of a difference in her DNA or anatomy.

"Killing him wont bring your friend back, Giselle," Scott said. He didn't care what Daken had done, the "eye for an eye" mentality didn't sit right with him at all. And he shared the same thought as Emma. That she had betrayed her agency too easily, and that she was either ready to go head to head with the people who had trained her, or that she was part of an elaborate trap. Either way, he wasn't sure that the X-Men were going to be able to help her with anything other than bringing Daken to justice for the murder of her friend.

"I never said it would," Giselle answered calmly, "but it will help me feel a little better."

Noon, The Agency

"Julius! Get in here," Bionka yelled from her office. It was a pretty sweet office actually. She had a great view of the City, and it was raised above the rest of the main office space. There was a bridge outside her door that overlooked everything, and had stairs on either side leading down to the rest of the offices. Everything was pretty much stainless steel though. The floors were concrete, and all the windows to the offices except for hers had cheap white vertical blinds on them. Her windows were clear.

"Yes Bionka," the mutant said as he entered her office barely two minutes later.

"I've changed my mind. Giselle has been gone long enough, and according to surveillance, she stopped at her house for a maximum of 30 minutes with two men. She left with three, one of whom was unconscious and seems to match the description she gave of Lola's murderer. After following the group further, it was apparent that they were heading for Utopia-X. I dont know if she went willingly or was taken, however I dont care at this point." She stopped to take a breath. What she was about to say was going to be very hard for her. She considered Giselle to be the closest thing to a daughter she had. But Giselle's behavior made Bionka feel that she had betrayed the agency, and more importantly, her.

"Take a team out to that god forsaken rock, and bring her back. However, should she resist, kill her." Julius took this in. He was a tad shocked at Bionka's orders, but was inclined to follow them anyway. He couldn't stand the young telepath and was ready to do what he saw fit.

A few minutes later, Julius was in the conference room with a team of their finest combatants.

"All of you are here for one reason only. I have been charged with a mission of the utmost importance by Ms. Stevens, and I will not fail. We are to infiltrate the mutant island, and terminate agent Bermudez. She has betrayed the confidence of the agency, putting all of us at risk. So do not stop with her. Everyone and anyone who has had contact with her must also be exterminated, and since we cannot exactly pinpoint who that may be, the entire island must be taken down. Not all of you will survive. You cannot however back out of this mission now. You all knew the risks of working for this agency when you signed up," He said as he paced back and forth in the front of the large, crowded room. The room had a capacity of two hundred and fifty people. There were five hundred in front of him. Bionka had charged him with a small extraction mission. He was mounting a small scale battle that would end one of two ways, successful, or an utter failure. He knew however that Bionka was being too soft on the renegade agent, letting her own personal feelings cloud her judgement. This was how it needed to be done, and once it was over, Bionka's boss would recognize that Julius was the one who needed to run things around here. Had he been in charge of this organization, Lola wouldn't have been here in the first place, and this whole situation wouldn't be happening.

"We move out at dusk, be prepared to never see sunrise," He concluded and left the room.

4pm, Utopia-X, the brig

Daken had woken up in a strange room that he couldnt get out of. It was dark, smelled absolutely foul, and had no windows. The entry was blocked with a forcefield of somekind that he couldn't cut through, and the walls had been reinforced with adamantium. He was trapped. He didnt like to be trapped. He had tried at first to walk through the forcefield, but it turned out to be completely solid. After a few hours of trying to break out, he sat in the middle of the floor and began to meditate. He didnt know how long he had been there when he heard some noise. A door opening and footsteps. A quick inhalation of the air told him that the girl was here. His eyes snapped open, and he stood up. She came to the opening, and stared at him. The look in here eyes was one of pure hatred. What have I done to piss her off, he thought to himself. As far as he knew, they had no prior dealings. The last thing Daken remembered was entering her building and fighting his father.

I hope you know that she was a good person, he heard in his head. She was a telepath, which caught Daken off guard.

And she didnt deserve to die, especially not the way you did her. I'm going to make sure you pay, she projected to him, then sent a series of images. One was the girl he'd met at that club when he first arrived in the city over a week ago, the rest where obviously what she wanted to do to him. She had envisioned him enduring all kinds of torture, and Daken smiled. He loved a woman with passion.

"Kinky," he said in response. Her eyes widened and her face read disgust. Then she turned on her heel, and left.