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: A mutant who was left powered after the effects of M-Day has kept herself hidden from all forms of mutant detection, even Cerebra, thus bringing the number of surviving mutants up from 198 with the help of her "employers". But she has a secret that she keeps buried deeper than her mutation and her "job". Daken ends up in San Francisco the day after Hope Summers leaves Utopia to find "The Five Lights", and a series of events in that links the lives of all the players is set into motion. Things get crazy to say the least.

A/N: This story follows the base time line in the Marvel Universe up until the day after Hope departs to find "The Five Lights" from there, I have created my own story, and this is what you are about to enjoy. There are topics in this story that many may not want to deal with such as death, sexuality, gender identity, violence (which may become graphic at some points), and ultimately a love story between my OC, a good girl at heart who isn't so good for the sake of her own survival and an X-Man who had his heart and spirit broken and learns to love again. I hope you enjoy, and please read and review either via comments or private messages, because how can this story get any better without constructive input from the readers?

Chapter One

Homecoming

3 am

It was one of those early mornings in the bay area where everything is still, and the fog is so thick, you can see it move around your hands like smoke. Even in late May, there was a chill in the air, and the entire city of San Francisco seemed to be asleep. The only people milling about the city were the homeless who refused the comforts of the many shelters, or the young people heading home from house parties after clubbing all night. It seemed like any other night, but if you happened to have senses beyond that of any ordinary human, you would've been able to feel it, the undeniable presence that clued you into the fact that there was something big about to happen. Something that would change everyone involved.

4 am

Miles out, on the mutant created Utopia, Wolverine was sitting on the edge of his bed, wondering what to do. He'd had a dream that had thrown the usually unshakeable mutant for a loop. He was in Japan, and his son Daken was looking at him. Only he didn't have the same anger and resentment he usually had for his father in his eyes. Just love and admiration. But oddly enough, that wasn't what threw him. What threw him was the girl standing next to his son. Daken was easily dwarfed next to her. Like his father, Daken was short, barely over 5'5'', and this girl was obviously about 6' tall. She had hazel-green eyes, and long dark hair. Her body was thin, athletic, and yet curvy. She looked almost like a model. What he found odd about her though was the fact that she was next to Daken, and it was obvious they were linked somehow, but she seemed to be the one pulling the strings. Something that Logan knew Daken would never allow. Daken was all about control. And allowing this woman to control him was most definitely not something Daken would stand for. He shook his head, deciding that although the dream was odd, he was being stupid in allowing a dream about his son to mess with his mind. A few seconds later, the room is filled once again with the sound of Logan snoring.

11am, The Day Before, Madripoor

Daken was in a hotel above a bar wondering what he did to be so god-damned lucky. He'd been successfully unbothered by any one who might try to annoy him, but he'd been able to properly heal since his battle with that behemoth version of the Punisher. Finally back to his peak form after a few months of healing and making sure everything was back to how it should be, He was ready to go back to Utopia, and see what was going down out there. He'd been there before, getting to see memories of his mother that Xavier had lifted from Wolverine's consciousness so Daken could see them. That's another reason why he wanted to get back, so he could see what other truths the Professor could uncover behind all the lies he'd been force-fed throughout his life.

He got up, went to the mirror to make sure he was completely ready to see the sunlight, grabbed his suitcase, and hit the door. As he left, he dropped the money for his stay on the bar in front of the barkeep, and strode outside to a waiting car. He got in and headed to the airport. After getting through the ticket counter, then baggage claim, and security, he settled into his first class seat, ordered a glass of wine, and settled in to sleep for the entire flight. He woke up in San Francisco International Airport 11 hours later, and got into his reserved Balcony Suite at the Hyatt Regency on Embarcadero 13 hours later.

Being that it was now 3 am, and he was bored, he began looking for something to do. A walk down Market Street revealed the city to get a bit seedy and rough once you got passed the mall on 5th, and the shopping areas further from the waterfront. Then he got to Jones and decided to take a walk up and see what else there was. Obviously there was nothing to do at this time of night in this city, which made him wonder what brought people here. Then he saw something that piqued his interest. A club with a Marquee that read "The Power Exchange. He walked up to the door, and a bouncer checked his ID, then opened the door. He walked in and the man at the counter asked him fro $20, gave him a wristband, and sent him in.

On first glance, this place seemed to be nothing more than a strip club, but Daken smelled sex in this place, and then saw something that caused him to stop. An exotic beauty was on the main stage, dancing on a pole, with long dark hair. The dark, reddish-pink lighting obscured the color of her eyes, but she was exquisite. He could barely take his eyes off her. Her scent was a mystery to him, and he was instantly aware that she must be a mutant of some formidable power to be able to control even her scent. He moved closer to the stage, and took in the main room he was in. It was large, at least 50 feet in height, and large enough to be converted into a three story house. The main stage where the beautiful woman was dancing was on the far wall, with a pole in the middle, then a runway extended in front of the pole, ending in a round mini stage with another pole, on which this woman was dancing. There were white leather sofa's placed around the area, and on the wall to his right there was a door, and on the far wall near the stage, five steps leading up to the stage, and then it doubled back into a staircase, leading up to a balcony. They were the only two in this room, but his acute senses let him glean that there were close to 100 people in this establishment, obviously in the areas he had yet to explore.

The woman continued dancing, and as he watched her, he took another deep breath, and finally he smelled something coming from her. A strong heady scent, danger, sex, and power, all mixed, creating a scent he knew could only come from her. She oozed these qualities, and it turned him on, but there was something in the scent he couldn't place, feeling it couldn't be coming from her. He dismissed it as something that must've mingled with her scent somewhere else in this place. He came close to the stage now, and was right up against the edge, and looked her in the eyes. She smiled, and bent down, her long dark hair cascading over her shoulders.

"Hello there Beauty," he said to her as she came close enough to hear him, "And what is your name?"

"Lola," she said, her voice sounding breathy, and husky, as though she'd been singing all night.

"Well, Lola," he said with an expression that gave away his desire immediately, "Would you like to join me?"

She smiled, and he extended his hand to her. She took it, and gracefully got off the stage, and looked up at him. She was about 5'3'', and at this close range, she appeared to be Asian, with contacts in that glowed an inhuman green in the blacklights. They went to the the door in the wall, which lead to a dark basement. She lead the way, and as the descended into darkness, the smell of sex surrounded him. There was a hallway that went off to the left, then about 6 feet in, turned left again, with a series of rooms, all door-less, with nothing more than chains which hung the length of the doors to the rooms in use. People gathered around the doors, trying to get a good view of what was going on in these rooms. She led him to the door at the far right end of the hall, and the entered, she closed the chain behind them.

The room was long and rectangular, with a chair in the right corner, behind a large ficus plant. Obviously to try and offer some concealment to the less adventurous exhibitionists who visited this place. The kissed briefly, and he sat down in the leather chair. She sat in his lap and bent to whisper in his ear, "Now just close your eyes, and let me do the rest."

1pm, that afternoon

"Logan, if you're not going to pay attention, at least pretend you're listening to me," Emma Frost said annoyed. There was obviously something on his mind, and even though she could try her damnedest to get in there and figure it out, she didn't really have the patience or the interest in figuring it out. There were more important things going on at the moment. Hope had just gotten to Canada in search of the first of five new mutants who registered on Cerebra since the events of what some of the students have called the Second Coming, of which the appropriateness of the moniker is not lost on her, and the entire team has been in a meeting for the last few hours trying to figure out what this might mean for everyone involved.

"Sorry Emma, Just a bit preoccupied at the moment," He said barely above a mumble.

"What seems to be troubling you, my friend," Hank asked. He was able to tell that something was weighing on Logan's mind all day. He could smell it on his friend.

"Nothing," Logan replied, effectively ending the conversation as quickly as it had begun.

"Logan," Hank said, "burying things that trouble is something that we all know is not exactly a wise move for you. You can trust us. What is it that perturbs you," Hank pressed once more. Logan just glared at him, and that truly was the end of the topic...for now.

"Well, I think perhaps we should all break until we hear something from Hope," Scott interjected, trying to change the direction of things, "We wont know for sure what any of this means until we get some news from her"

"Scott's right," Emma said, resigned to the fact that this meeting was pretty much just a review for the people involved, "Let's all just take some time to ourselves, and for the love of God, Logan, take care of whatever maybe bothering you. We can't have any one of us distracted in case Hope or any one else needs us."

"Sure, anything for you Emma," Logan said sarcastically. Without another word he left the room, and everyone else slowly gathered up their things and followed suit.

Meanwhile...

"Are these the only ones you have," The girl asked the makeup artist. Her long dark hair fell in waves down her back, and her hazel-green eyes were analyzing the selection of false eyelashes that were on display. The makeup artist looked at her with slight annoyance, and said in a way that was barely polite, "Yes those are the only ones we have right now."

Giselle looked at the woman, and then moved on to a different area of the store. Normally she loved coming to the Sephora at Powell Street, but today seemed to be one of the more difficult days. Her friend Audrey wasn't working today, which meant most of the people who were working today were going to be straight up rude. Not that Giselle wasn't used to people being rude to her wherever she went. People tended to act that way when someone so obviously different was around them. She just got passed it by reminding herself that not everyone was as enlightened to the differences between people in the world as she and her friends were. She moved over to the Stila display, looking for her favorite kajal eyeliner when she saw a woman walk in that made her stop and look in awe.

The woman was tall, as tall as she was, with beautiful dark skin that glowed in a way that screamed of great skin care, and perfect cheekbones. Her hair was long and white, going to the middle of her back in beachy waves. Her eyes were ice blue. Giselle closed her eyes and began to let her powers take over, letting her mind begin to stretch out to sense this woman's energy without entering her mind. As she got mentally closer to the woman, she sensed a strong energy in the room, getting immensely stronger the closer her mind came to the woman. Then two words flashed across her consciousness that made her eyes snap open. QUEEN. MUTANT.

As soon as her eyes were open she saw the tall woman looking at her. The woman approached, and extended her hand, although the look in her eyes showed she was offended.

"I'm Ororo Iqadi T'Challa, and you are," she said, and then smiled at the look of surprise and nervousness that appeared across Giselle's face. Giselle extended her hand to Ororo and cleared her throat, straightened up and looked the Queen in the eye.

"Giselle Bermudez," she said with confidence and then smiled back, "I'm sorry about that, I had no idea who you were, but felt something was similar about us. Just wanted to make a connection."

"No trouble my dear, however next time, I suggest you just come up and say hello," Storm said with a laugh. They began to talk, and shopped together for a bit. Then Giselle's phone rang.

"Excuse me, I have to get this," She said to her new friend. She answered the call, knowing she wasn't going to like what she was about to hear, "Hello? Oh, hey Bionka," she said greeting her boss and mentor.

"Girl, I need you to get to HQ right away, we have a situation, and it is not looking good. I'll give u the 411 when u get here," Bionka said and then hung up. Giselle was definitely not happy about this. She turned to Ororo with a look of regret on her face, "Hey girl, I gotta hit it, work stuff." Ororo took it in stride, "Not a problem new friend, you know how to reach me if you need to. Have a good day," she said, hugging Giselle. The embraced for a few more minutes, and then Giselle was off. What in gay hell does this woman want, thought Giselle, As far as I knew, we didn't have any jobs scheduled for another few weeks. Argh!

She arrived at HQ several minutes later, shopping bags still in tow, her long dark brown hair bouncing as she walked. The HQ building was, to the casual observer, a medical building around the corner from St. Francis Hospital. And the first two floors kept the illusion up, hosting non-profit HIV prevention organizations, and a medical spa. However, if you punched the right code into the elevator, and went beyond the second floor, you entered an entirely new kind of business. A place Giselle was under strict orders from Bionka never to call this place anything other than her job, and to make up a lie if she was ever asked anything further. With her abilities however, Giselle could make people simply forget they had asked her anything in the first place.

She entered the War Room, and sat down, obviously the last one to enter. Her other two colleagues were already there, but one was missing.

"Nice of you to finally join us," Bionka said, "We have much to discuss. Last night one of our agents was compromised. After a few drinks too many at a bar down by Sutter and Market, she went to the Power Exchange. After that, no one knows what happened. About an hour ago, she was found dead in her home in the Fillmore District. We don't know what took place, but our Crime Lab Technicians believe it was the work of another mutant. We need to find out exactly what took place, and all of you are going to be instrumental in that. And remember, keep your cloaking devices on at all time. The last thing we need is for those do-gooders out on Utopia to come gallivanting after us on this one. And Charm," she said to Giselle, "The next time you reach out and touch somebody again like you're Diana Ross or something, it will not end well for you."

So that's my first chapter. Please R&R, I would love the feedback! I cant grow as a writer without you guys helping me along!