AN: This X-Men story doesn't follow any particular storyline or canon. From this point on, consider this story to be separate from any X-Men status-quo you know of, be it X-Men: Evolution, Ultimate X-Men, Astonishing X-Men, All-New X-Men, Uncanny X-Men, or any of the rest.
This story takes place in its own Marvel Universe. A porn-parody universe, if you will.
This is why characters like Jean Grey and Emma Frost are teachers at the X-Mansion at the same time while Kitty Pryde and Jubilee are still students along with New Mutants like Laurie Collins, Megan Gwynn, and David Alleyne. It's also why Jimmy Hudson Jr. (from the Ultimate X-Men continuity) will be interacting with the likes of Beast and Professor X (who are both dead in that universe).
If you can swallow all of that, I think you can enjoy this story going forward.
It didn't take very long for her world to become unrecognizable, Jean Grey discovered.
It only took one day.
Magneto's assault on the nation's capitol would forever be remembered as a bloody affair that ended with the deaths of over a dozen senators and the maiming of the President himself. It would also be known as the day that mutants were revealed to the world.
That one day changed things, as historical, violent events were known to do. Ever since the debacle in Washington DC, the X-Men's numbers had thinned - quite significantly, in fact.
Logan had gone, leaving the mantle of the Wolverine behind. His days as an X-Man were finished, he had told them. Maybe he would come back if the world was ending.
Cyclops had left as well. Professor Xavier had done his best to convince him to stay, but Scott was set on making his own way in the world.
Both of the men in Jean's life, off in their own worlds now. The red-headed mind reader would have been lying if she said it didn't sting. It was understandable that Scott and Logan were inclined to do some soul searching - especially after losing people in DC - but Jean couldn't shake the feeling, that needling in the back of her mind that told her that she was ultimately being abandoned.
Scott was her man, her other half, or at least that's what he was supposed to be. They always came close to starting something, but they could never progress from a spark to a full-blown fire. Logan was always sniffing around her, too. The man was as horny as he was hairy, but like Scott he could never progress beyond flirting. It was an endless tug-of-war between two men over a woman who didn't quite have the maturity to take one of them aside and say "no".
To Jean it was a fun little game of flirting and teasing. Her own little way of drawing empowerment from her femininity. She had two strong men following her footsteps like lost puppies. It was something she could humblebrag to Ororo about.
Now they were both gone. It was her own fault for not giving one of them a reason to stay. If she had just sucked it up and made a choice, Scott or Logan, maybe she would still have one of them. Maybe her bed wouldn't feel so cold and empty at night.
But her men weren't the only ones who left her.
There were also the others who simply drifted away, going off to find some normal life.
Bobby, Piotr, Remy, Rogue, Kurt... They knew when to leave the madhouse. After DC, things were certainly not going to get easier for the mutants. Even if they did save the capitol.
Hank stayed, as did Ororo. Miss Frost decided that Xavier's school needed someone like her, settling into the mansion as if she had always lived there. She must have fancied the school as her new queendom.
Kitty, Jubilee and a handful of other students remained as well. It wasn't as if they had an abundance of alternative options. Mutants were still feared. Young, untrained mutants with volatile abilities were a recipe for disaster, especially when out and alone in a cruel world.
With no more than twenty people inhabiting it, Charles Xavier's mansion seemed almost barren. Jean Grey couldn't help but find it peaceful, in a melancholy sort of way. Serenity with just a hint of sorrow.
With few students and even fewer teachers, it seemed a fools errand to continue on with classes. But the Professor was adamant that the X-Men push forward.
That had been five months ago.
Today, things were changing again.
They were getting a new student.
The Professor had used cerebro - the first time since before DC - to locate a teenage boy in a small town on the west coast. And not just any teenage boy, as they found out from digging into the boy's files. This particular teenager was none other than Logan's son.
Jimmy Hudson, son of the Wolverine. It certainly had an interesting ring to it, Jean decided.
Of course the younger mutants were the most visibly excited. They would receive another to add to their group, their little tribe of "freaks and outcasts". The girls, however... The girls were simply ecstatic.
Jean had to admit that the Mansion had become rather female dominated in recent months, even with the Professor still in charge. Other than Xavier and Hank, there was only David Alleyne and young Jay Guthrie as any sort of male presence. David was spoken for, snatched up by Noriko almost as soon as the two had met. Jay was simply too young for any prospect of romance.
When the X-Mansion was starting to seem more like a nunnery than a school, a new boy seemed like a breath of fresh air.
Ororo had been sent to fetch the kid, the unspoken reason being that an attractive woman would be far more likely to convince a teenage boy to join their school than an old man in a wheelchair. She had called in, telling Jean she was less than an hour away.
It wouldn't be long now.
They gathered outside, teachers and students alike, ready to greet their newest mutant and classmate. Jean stifled a smirk as she noted that the young ladies of the X-Mansion appeared to have put a little extra effort in their appearance. Freshly brushed hair, done with curls, braids, girlish pigtails. Blushed cheeks, lightly glossed lips, curled eyelashes. Megan was even wearing a skirt. Megan hated skirts.
Kitty, on the other hand, was wearing a sweater than was notably a size too small for her. It looked anything but ridiculous, however. Miss Pryde was a smart - and well-developed - young woman. She knew she was a knockout and she knew how to use that to her advantage.
Mr. Hudson hadn't even arrived yet and the competition had already begun.
"So..." Kitty started, rocking on the balls of her feet. "Do we have an ETA on the new kid? We've been waiting out here for a while now..."
"It's only been twenty minutes since we got the call, Kitty. Miss Munroe and Mister Hudson should be arriving any minute now," Jean smiled at the younger X-Woman, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Just be patient."
Kitty didn't answer, but the look on her face told Jean that 'being patient' was far from the girl's favorite activity.
Beside Kitty, Jubilee blew a bubble. It popped and she drew the gum back into her mouth. It snapped as she chewed. The chinese-american mutant had left her yellow coat back in her room. She kept her pink tank top, or rather a pink tank top that was a size smaller than what she was used to. With no jacket to hide her slender form, Jubilee looked every inch a woman. With a tight top and short shorts, she was as much a stunner as Kitty, sporting long smooth legs that rose into wide, curvy hips which in turn led to a thin waist. Up higher sat small but perky breasts... Jubilee wasn't wearing a bra...
The more Jean took in of the girls, the more she felt pity for Jimmy Hudson. The young man had no idea what kind of circus was waiting for him.
"Wolverine's son, huh?" Jubilee remarked, a smile playing on her darkly glossed lips. "Should be interesting."
"He never told me he had a kid," Kitty muttered, crossing her arms. "Well, one that wasn't a psychopath, anyway..."
"What do you think he's like? Do you think he's short? Wolvie's short." Jubilee looked thoughtful, tapping her chin.
"It's possible. Could be in the genes. You think he does the claw thing, too?" Kitty asked, glancing at Jean.
"We'll just have to wait and see, Kitty," Rumbled Hank McCoy. The blue, hairy giant of a man strode up beside Jean, straightening out his glasses. Quickly looking over the small crowd, he murmured to the telepath, "Everyone out to see one boy. I'm shocked."
"I'm not," Jean responded with a grin. "The Legendary Wolverine has got a son. And he isn't murderous or crazy. It's big news."
"...And he just might fix the distinct lack of testosterone around here. This place is a major clam-fest, Miss Grey. Might as well change our name to the 'X-Women'." Kitty's impatience had turned to annoyance. Jean didn't need to read the girl's mind to see that.
"It can't be that bad, Kitty," Jean said, knowing full well that it in fact was.
"That's easy for you to say," Kitty muttered, kicking at the ground. "You and Miss Frost can just cozy up in your own mind and live whatever fantasy you want. A psychic buffet of men. It's slim pickings for the rest of us gals. You know that I used to phase into the boys' shower?"
"Kitty!" Hank sounded aghast, but Jean knew all to well how easy it was to use one's power for... perverted reasons.
"Really?" Jubilee on the other hand... She sounded almost proud.
"Yep. Never for too long, though. I'm not some pervert. Only ever got a few peaks. But boy, were they some peaks!" Kitty frowned. "Now, though? Nothing. I mean, God, it's like living in a convent!"
"Yeah..." Kitty's annoyance seemed to infect Jubilee. "And the worst part of of it is; it's not like we can just flip a switch and go lesbo like Miss Frost."
"Jubilee!" Hank sounded downright horrified.
"You can relax, McCoy," Came a smooth, musical voice. "She's not wrong. It's one of my many advantages."
Speak of the devil and she appears...
Jean fought to keep her smile from turning into a scowl.
Kitty, Jubilee, the other girls, Jean would admit that they looked beautiful, stunning, gorgeous even. But Emma Frost? Her outfit was simply whorish.
High heels, white pants that seemed to be painted on, and a top that barely covered more than lacy lingerie. What made it worse was the fact that Emma's body may as well have been sculpted by Aphrodite herself. All of Emma was perfect. Her long, toned legs, her wide birthing hips, her fine plump rear that could drive black men - or any man - to a life of crime if only for a peak... Her toned but soft tummy with an enticing feminine swell, her full, round breasts that seemed to be spilling out of her top, sporting deep cleavage... Wavy blonde hair fell over flawless pale skin, framing her angelic face. Full, kissable lips colored a glossy white, a challenge to anyone: do you dare try a taste?
Emma Frost was put on Earth not by God, but by the Devil. Her purpose was to tempt men, to tempt women, to drive them to a life of sexual debauchery.
...Or at least that was what Jean Grey believed. It was easier than just admitting that Miss Frost won the genetic lottery and was unafraid of flaunting the fact.
The White Queen took her place beside Jean, opposite of Hank. She did not flash either of them a smile as her cold, blue eyes met theirs. She simply nodded, the most basic sign of respect.
"McCoy. Miss Grey."
"Miss Frost," Answered Hank. "Where is the Professor?"
"His office. He will be joining shortly. Just in time to greet Logan's bastard."
"That was unnecessary, Emma," Jean said tersely.
The blonde scoffed. "It's what he is. And the boy is not going to be offended by what he hasn't heard."
One of the girls called out and Jean's biting reply died on her lips. Jean and Emma both turned, their little spat instantly forgotten. The girl, young Laurie Collins, was pointing to the road, sporting a wide smile and the bright eyes only a teenage girl could have.
A black car came into view, emerging from the treeline.
Ororo had a returned. And with her, she brought the son of Wolverine.
So far, this story fails the Bechdel Test with flying colors.
Something to be proud of.