A\N: I've always thought that if you can smell fear, the SAT room must stink. So here's my take on it.

He had always thought it ridiculous, "Smelling fear". After all, to actually smell the scent that fear gave off would require a very strange nose.

But he could smell Jen's as he tortured her.

"Baby. I always had to hold your hand."

Steelix looked at the limp form at his feet and smiled. He knew his ex-partner was struggling not to cry, to release the torrent of emotions losing her morpher had flooded her mind with. Shouldn't make those things so dependant on the human, Steelix thought with a grin. He'd never had that problem.

He was, after all, steel.

Jen glared up at Steelix. Her face was already cut from where he had hit her, the metal guards on his knuckles scraping across her head. But her eyes shone with rage, rage that was quickly replacing fear.

"I will never be afraid of you," She hissed, standing.

Steelix laughed, then knocked her to the ground again. "Really?" He whispered. "Because I can smell it, Jen. I can smell your fear."

Jen shut her eyes. Morpherless, she was powerless. Steelix would kill her.

Steelix reaches for Jen, grasping her throat. A tight enough grasp and her windpipe would snap. Clean, effortless.

But suddenly he realized he hadn't had enough of this intoxicating feeling. It might almost be a smell, the smell of her fear.

He wanted more. He didn't mind, either. Playing with her would just make this all the more rewarding. After all, what good was revenge without savoring it?

He dropped her. She fell on her hurt shoulder and clutched it, gasping in pain.

"Tell the captain Steelix is back." He said coldly, then turned and walked away.

Fear smelled delicious. And soon, he would have all the fear he wanted.