I know that this story is a lot shorter than my other one, but maybe that's a good thing. This was written in literally five minutes. Hopefully, the next chapters will be a bit more fleshed out. Please tell me if you like my idea and want to read more, so that I know how much time to put into this.
Disclaimer: I do own X-men: Evolution. By the way, if you'd like to see a fifth season, just contact me. (Really?!) No! You idiot. Geez, kids these days.
Background Info:
During the fight on Asteroid M, the enhancer was permanently shut down, but not destroyed. So nobody else can be enhanced, but the people who were enhanced are still enhanced. Mystique supposedly died somehow in that battle. The very first time the remaining X-men tried to make a stand against the Acolytes, they were very badly beaten. None of them knew for a fact that any of the others were still alive or not.
Remaining X-men: Shadowcat, Nightcrawler, Spyke, Jean Grey, Rogue, Toad (cuz he wasn't chosen, remember?), Wolverine, Professor X
Acolytes: Avalanche, Quicksilver, Blob
Enhanced Acolytes: Magneto, Sabertooth, Cyclops, Havok, Storm (she'll be explained later)
STORY STARTS HERE (FINALLY): A GREY SUMMER
A tall, slim figure stood in the corner of a dimly lit room, packed with all sorts of flashing, blinking screens. There were occasional bursts of conversation and the odd beep from one of the many radars. This was the resistance; the last remaining free humans, who would stop at nothing to end the evil dictatorship controlling the earth. All this was here because of one person- one young woman, barely 23 years old. She went only by the name of Grey Summer.
The figure in the corner began to fidget with her filthy, but none the less, still beautiful faded shoulder length red hair. She knew someone was coming towards her, even without turning around. She could sense it.
"Grey." said a voice from behind the woman, "We've found something."
The woman sighed, turned around, and began to float a few inches off the ground, to where a small group of people were gathered. A man stood up.
"About 80 miles from here, there is an old warehouse." he declared, "All entrances have been recently sealed with heavy metals. I don't think even you could get in, Miss. Grey Summer."
"Thank you, Ryan." said Grey with a hint of annoyance in her voice. She had never liked Ryan much, as he was constantly hitting on her, and reminding her that Cyclops was lost to the dark side forever. Grey knew this was very likely true, but the hope of bringing Scott back was the provider of all of her motivation to keep fighting.
Everyone was waiting for the plan now. It was time to think fast. "Okay, got it!" announced Grey triumphantly, "I'll get Nightcrawler to bring us there, then have Shadowcat check it's really him in there. If it is, Cyclops will blast a hole in the side, and then we'll go straight into battle positions."
For a few seconds everything was quiet. "Grey…" stuttered Ryan, "Those people don't exist. Are you alright?"
"Yes they do!" snapped Grey as she turned around sharply, her hair whipping the air. She stormed out of the room and down a narrow hallway. She slammed the door to her small room, threw herself down on her bed and began to cry. What if they actually didn't exist anymore? She hadn't seen her friends for over five years. The very first time they had gone up against the Acolytes, they had been separated. Grey, herself had been rescued by the resistance and had been there ever since, and lately, she couldn't help wondering where the other x-men were now.
