Disclaimer: I do NOT own anything X-men. I hope that covers this.
A/N: So, I've been writing fan-fictions for X-men:Evolution for... years. I can't help but feel that maybe, just maybe, I've grown past writing as an angsty teenage boy who has daddy issues and a giant ego. But, hey... I guess you never know until you try it out. I'm going to try my luck with an Emma Frost one-shot. Oh joy. The character I've despised for years on end is now the one I think I can relate to the most. -shudders- It still almost hurts to admit that. Either direction that this fan-fiction takes, I come out a winner. If it fails horribly, then I prove the person who said I secretly understand/like Emma Frost wrong. If I do well, I have a whole new topic to write about. So here goes. Go for it. Flame me. I'll take the criticism the best I can. I know it's short, get over it. I'm not sure how well I can write this character and wanted to get something up.
She hated the glares. Everywhere she went in the mansion, except the bedroom her and Scott shared, she received them. That prissy little brunette, Kitty, especially. They all acted like they could see straight through her, and to be honest, they probably could. She was diamond, after all; cold and transparent. That's what bothered her. They all knew. It was no giant secret to anyone in the oxygen breathing world, give or take a few mutant exceptions who didn't need to breathe, that her allegiance could, and most likely would, change at the flip of a coin. Sure, she cared about Scott. She really, honestly did. But, she cared about survival more. Survival and coming out on top were her biggest priorities, which at the moment, the X-men seemed like they had a pretty good chance of pulverizing whatever opponent happened to have the misfortune of crossing paths with them that day. No, there was no doubt about it, the X-men were powerful, and sleeping with the most influential X-man of them all was working to her benefit fantastically.
They all knew Cyclops adored her. His heart jumped for her. They also knew that she was nothing compared to Jean. No woman would ever fill the spot Jean left vacant, try as they may. Not even a clone could compare. This also bothered Emma. She was never less than the best at anything. Never. Period. End of story.
Except, it wasn't. The thought occurred to her that maybe they desperately wanted her on their team. She was the glossy finish on a rough and mangled excuse for "family". The reason being, she wasn't part of it. The diamond persona shining through, she was the family jewel, if you'll excuse the pun. She was the exalted, untouchable who had allowed the powerful head of household access to her shining glory. These thoughts were what got her through the day. That and the sex.