A/N: Well, it's been a long time since the last update. Sorry for the long wait. Also, this story is almost finished. One more chapter after this to go.
Shout outs:
DemonRogue13: Yep, Jean did lose, but she'll been fighting again soon.
Purity Black: The final battle of mutant guys vs. girls is in this chapter. You'll have to read on to find out how it plays out.
Marvelgrl: Yes, I do know that episode. And yes, this plot is similar, but there are differences. Both women want their men to do things for them, although Lady Pheromone has more personal reasons for her ways.
Rogue14: Thanks.
Lady Farevay: Glad you liked Jean's reaction, and the final battle with Lady Pheromone is in this chapter.
Uncanny R-Man: Thanks, and yes, she is an OC.
Disclaimer: I don't own X-men Evolution.
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It seemed like hours before Jean finally summed up the courage to start screaming again. There was no response at her first wail, but she continued to pound on the door and call for help. She was already too weakened to try to break open the door, despite the fact that it would only take a medium size amount of telekinesis, which she was capable of doing. The fatigue and passing of time had caused her to grow restless, as well as unfocused and tired.
The thought of telepathy had occurred to her an hour ago, yet it seemed there was no one to contact to, unless they were all out of range or unable to be reached. Yet, Jean was sure her telepathy was strong enough, but alas, no one had answered her calls and no one was answering her screaming now. Sliding back against the wall, all she could think about was Scott.
Their relationship was pretty basic, without the twists and turns of love triangles and such, except when counting Taryn and Duncan. Scott and Jean had known each other for years, but it was only recently that they'd hooked up and actually became a couple. This often caused smart remarks from the others, but Jean was just so glad to be with Scott. It wasn't just because of his looks, although Jean did admit Scott worked out a lot, so she always snuck in a glance if he was shirtless. No, it wasn't just because of his muscles, nor was it entirely about how he was a strong leader and a smart guy. Their bond was what made Jean the happiest, how they always knew what the other was going through, thinking and feeling, or if they were in trouble. Scott knew Jean better than most, she was just glad to be his friend, and even more glad to be his girlfriend.
"Jean?"
The sudden voice made Jean jump as she was thrown out of her trance and back into what was really going, which happened to be the upper half of Kitty Pryde staring at her oddly. Once she fully phased through the door, she gave Jean a questioning glance. "How long have you been in here, Jean?"
"Too long," the redhead replied, standing up onto her two feet with Kitty's help. Clinging to her arm, the younger girl phased herself and Jean back through the door, where they joined several other mutants. Rogue, Storm, Jubilee, Magma, Wolfsbane, Boom Boom, Scarlet Witch, and Mystique all stood patiently as Jean looked around at them in awe.
"I'm just here to regain my team," blurted Mystique a little too quickly for her liking.
"We've all come to regain the men who have been persuaded by the woman calling herself Lady Pheromone." Added Storm, causing Jean to wonder how many of the male mutants had become entranced in the spell effect of the newest mutant menace.
"So, have all the men of the X-men and Brotherhood fallen under her control?" Jean asked reluctantly, as she looked at Storm.
"I'm afraid so, even Logan and Hank have succumbed to it. I'm sure she's using them for the more physical stuff, but she seems to prefer the younger men."
A sudden snort from Kitty caused Jean to turn around and look at the brunette with an odd glance. Kitty looked a little embarrassed, and mumbled, "I thought it was funny."
"Yes, well," Storm continued. "I fear this woman has reached out with her sources greatly. She's someone how taken control of Warren as well."
"And that makes," Rogue interrupted, counting on her fingers. "Ten includin' Remy, four from the Brotherhood, and then Warren makes fifteen men. There's only ten of us, girls, jus' in case y'all didn't notice our lack in numbers."
"We still have to try!" Jean encouraged quickly, raising her arms up for emphasis. "When you got here, was this place empty?"
The other girls nodded with confused looks, wondering what Jean was trying to get at with the question. The redhead quickly supplied them with the answer, as she moved toward a crate near her and picked up a flyer.
"I know where we need to go, girls."
The flyer read, "Vote for Kelly, keep schools safe, and track mutants."
The group of female mutants was already gone, flying or running, as they realized where Lady Pheromone was heading with her band of boys.
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The campaigning mayor's office was empty, leading Lady Pheromone to slam her fist down on the closest desk with a great deal of frustration. Then she instantly grabbed the closest man by the shoulders, jerked him towards her, and kissed him quickly. The closest man happened to be Bobby, who gave the older mutant a smug smile.
"There, much better," Lady Pheromone stated a little more calmly, smacking her lips once. "That was pretty good, Mr. Drake." Her voice dropped as she addressed him, while her fingers slid down his cheek, which then found their way into rubbing his chest. With a flirtatious smile, she moved away from the ice mutant, surveying her team carefully and inspecting their new uniforms. The two adults, Wolverine and Beast, simply wore plain black vests and pants, but Lady Pheromone had been a little more creative with the other guys. A few of them wore black muscle shirts with enlarged sleeve holes, while others wore midnight blue tight T-shirts and some wore dark gray and tight tank tops. All of them were clad in either blue or black baggy jeans as well, completing the quickly put together ensemble of clothes.
Lady Pheromone took a strode up to Scott Summers, who stood stoically and quiet, keep his posture straight and his gaze forward. A smile lit up on her face as she moved in close to him, eyeing the other mutant playfully. She stretched out her arms with a fake yawn, and then let them drop onto Scott's broad shoulders while she sighed deeply. Then her hands ventured into the large sleeve holes, snaking beneath his shirt and along his back, where she started to give him and awkward massage from the front. Oddly, she laughed suddenly, thinking about how jealous she must be making all these guys' girlfriends mad, since she got to play with them so easily. They listened to her, obeying without any argument while following her orders, thus providing her with what she wanted. All she had to do was just say it, and she could have her own message, or if she wanted, she could tell all the guys to fight against each other for her. Mostly though, she just demanded their affection, whether it be by calling her nice things or just listening to what she had to say. It was something Lady Pheromone had never experience, having been shunned by most men she'd met in her life. Even her brother had told her she had a bad way with men whenever she tried to get near them, always saying she was too bossy or too fast for their liking. And for once since she'd started her little pheromone game, she actually felt a little guilty, depriving these women of their caring men just because she had no luck with them.
"No, I don't care!" Lady Pheromone suddenly shouted, crying out a bit.
"What is it?" Scott asked with concern, totally melting any sadness or guilt that had started to creep on her. Her eyes lighted up and she hugged Scott greatly, squeezing her cheek against his pecks. Despite the fact that these men were being controlled and all, Lady Pheromone still felt a great deal of happiness, knowing that they all cared for her. Even if it was just a false truth, since she knew that their real feelings were geared toward the girls they truly cared about. Lady Pheromone rubbed her hand up and down Scott's bare arms, moving her fingers along his muscles as she started to drift off, laying her head against Scott's broad chest. Any trouble she had evaporated now that she had someone to lean on, and although she still felt like that little girl who had to force people to like her, her happiness still stayed clear.
"Hold me," she whispered suddenly, eyes closed and her mood calming. Scott wrapped his strong arms around her softly, embracing the woman he hardly knew. Lady Pheromone started to drift off in the warmth of his body, only to be awakened again by her guilt a second later. She sighed deeply, on the verge of crying again, this time with no easy way of stopping. With a soft sniffle, she took a hold of the bottom of Scott's shirt, and lifted it over his abs and off his chest, drawing her own face toward it. The tears poured out as she buried her head in the front of his shirt, crying because of all that she'd done and all that she could not have.
Once again, she was interrupted, this time by the farthest wall being blown inward and into chunks, by an unseen and powerful force. Watching with a sudden surprise, Lady Pheromone still clung to Scott Summers. The silhouette of a tall girl appeared against the shadows and little light in the room.
"That my man you're holding, Miss." The silhouette stated in a cold, harsh tone of authority. Jean Grey stepped into the room slowly, followed by nine other female mutants, all ready for a good fight. Even if it had to be against the men they either cared about or were apart of as a team.
Lady Pheromone separated from Scott, and started to move toward Jean, contemplating on whether or not to try to talk things out. After she was suddenly knocked backwards by telekinesis, her mind became made up.
"Get them!!!" She ordered in a scream, pointing at the rushing female mutants. The men under her control lashed out, combating against their friends, enemies, and lovers. They fought each other with blasts of electricity, waves of magma, sheets of ice, and time bombs, among other things. Those who could take to the air; Jean, Ororo, Warren, did just that, even though the aerial fight was much slower than on the ground. Most physical fighting was withheld, improvising with the strength of mutant abilities and powers.
Not wanting to stick around anymore, and actually wanting to be alone, Lady Pheromone rushed toward the back exit of the building.
Six feet, five feet, she was almost to the door. Something clinked against the floor loudly, catching her attention and causing her to slow in mid-step to find the source of the noise. Then a fold up chair bounced along the ground again and knocked her out from under feet. As she fell back onto the ground, Jean Grey slowly descended onto the ground, having escaped from the fight to follow Lady Pheromone.
Jean shook her head nonchalantly with a demeaning glare, as she stepped onto the floor and towered over the fallen Lady Pheromone. The older female mutant did not show any fear or sadness, concealing it behind an angry, disgusted façade. All she could do was envy the tall redheaded girl, remembering all the time people had compared someone like Jean Grey to herself, always with her being the lesser comparison. Despite how much she wanted to beat Jean around, she knew that the powerful telekinetic could easily take the upper hand with her more physical power. Besides, Lady Pheromone knew her power only worked on weak minded or lovesick males, but there were always exceptions to her powers. None of the mutant guys she'd controlled were weak minded or lovesick, yet they had all equally succumbed to her forced charm. Jean's gaze leveled her, causing Lady Pheromone to feel her guilt again, whether the telepath was forcing the emotion upon her or not.
Off to the side, Scott Summers noticed his leader was in trouble, and it was up to him to stop the threat in front of her, even if it was his girlfriend. A powerful optic blast blasted through his ruby visor, cascading through the room and hurtling towards Jean Grey's unsuspecting form. Lady Pheromone noticed it too, seconds before Jean, and knew the girl was surely going to be banged off her feet.
She knew she could not make up for her evil doings, stealing men from their women just to grant her own self pleasure and such. There was the usable excuse that it was all for domination over Bayville, but that was the weaker motive. The real reason had been to make up for all the lost and lack of men in her life, and with all the mutant males at her disposal, she'd thought it would make things considerably better. It had been fun at first, but it was all a lie since none of these men were hers or and none of them were likely to care at all for her.
So she leapt forward, slamming into Jean Grey with enough force to send her reeling backwards and out of harm's way. It was a noble act, as Lady Pheromone was rammed to the side by the powerful blast, sending her flying through the air.
As soon as she smashed into a vacant set of shelves cast off toward the side, her control over the male mutants of Bayville instantly crumbled, rendering them into a confused state. They all looked around blankly, receiving relieved and a little livid glances and glares.
Jean Grey was the only one who rushed after their fallen foe, not believing what had just happened. Buried under broken parts of the shelves, Lady Pheromone sat silently, crying out to her fullest.
She was no longer powerful, and she was now longer Lady Pheromone.
All she felt like was a lost, scared, and sad girl, and right now, she really wanted someone to be there for her.
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