Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men:Evolution or it's characters. Just my OC, Molly Callum/Creature and any original characters/background characters that may pop up from time to time.
Outside the prison, the kids stood around a few minutes, taking in everything that had happened in the short visit. Remy most of all.
"What can I do to help you?" Molly frowned, her arms wrapped around his torso in a slightly awkward hug on her end.
"I wish I could say that it didn't rattle me, didn't bother me, but it did," Remy said, "We'll talk about it at home, in private."
"Whatever you need, we'll help you out too," Jean said, "You don't have to rely on just Molly. We're your family too, Remy."
"I know. Thanks Jeanie," Remy said, "Let's get home and start looking for dimension escapees. Time's wasting."
"We'll look. You need a serious break," Scott said, "You can start tomorrow. Take the rest of the day to process things. We can't have you distracted out in the field."
"Uh, thanks hommes," Remy nodded. The team piled into the car and went home.
A while later, Remy came out of his room to see Molly pacing around anxiously. She was still wearing her uniform, even though she'd stayed behind from looking for dimension deserters to emotionally support Remy. "Baby, you're not going to help anyone worrying like that." Remy stopped her by the shoulders.
"Hm? I guess not," Molly said, "Just can't help thinking what alternate Remy said.
Believing he was purely evil and not good at all."
"Well, I know you don't want to believe it, but he could be right. Not everyone is as good and sweet as you Molly. Or as semi-good and loving as me," Remy said.
"You're not 'semi-good'. You're good all over, inside and out!" Molly insisted, hands squeezed into determined fists.
"You haven't seen the thoughts running around my head looking at you in your form-fitting uniform," Remy purred.
Molly gave him a dry look.
"Anyhow," Remy took Molly's hand, "Either way, we can't change him. What's done is done. He's in prison and he may stay there the rest of his life for what he did. This guy may look like me and all, but he isn't our problem to fix. We can't save everyone, not even from themselves, no matter how much we'd like to."
"Yeah. I guess I forget that sometimes. He's not a problem, he's a person. Even if he is evil,
it's really sad to think that there may have been a time that he wasn't."
"I know, Cherie, I know." Remy pulled her along to go downstairs, headed to the kitchen,
"We'll just take this one day at a time, like everything else." They got to the kitchen.
"Uh, I'm sorry. I'm really worried about you too Remy," Molly looked apologetic,
"I know you had a lot to take in today. How are you feeling?"
"In a word, bizzare," Remy opened the fridge, "The same face, all the information about his parents. I guess, maybe, my parents may have looked the same, but there's no telling."
"No," Molly agreed, "Either way, you, uh, had to have good looking parents." Molly giggled awkwardly. "Sorry! I'm ruining the moment."
"You're not," Remy got out ingredients like bread and tomato and started making a sandwich, still hungry even after a full lunch, "I obviously did. You don't get gifted with cheekbones like this and long, gorgeous legs with _average_ looking parents."
"Anyway," Molly blushed, "What are we going to do next? Or, you know, what would you like to do?"
"Besides finish this sand which?" Remy took another bite, considering things, "Take a break, like
Scott wanted. It was a lot to take in today."
Suddenly, Remy's communicator watch crackled to life. "Need your help," It was Logan, "We just got word that your evil twin escaped. I'm trying to trail him, but with everyone out looking, another pair of hands would be good. I'm on Fifth and Vine now."
"Okay, We'll meet you there in ten," Remy said.
They met Wolverine downtown.
"I lost his scent," Wolverine explained, "Too much foot traffic around this place."
"Greeeeeat," Molly drawled, pouting as she crossed her arms, "How can we track him then?"
"Easy. He'd think like me. I'd want to go somewhere out of the way, but I'd
want to have protection. I'd want to be with people like me to blend in," Remy said.
"Like the Inner Circle club?" Wolverine pointed a finger at the club across the road. This area was, despite street names, a cut off court. Down the road was a large grassy park, so between the businesses, the road was cobblestone with no cars meant to drive through, so that was a relief for the three of them. The club itself was nothing but a white arch with a pristine white door under it, in a brick building. The arch had a plaque on it that read The Inner Circle Club, est. 1850. The small building was wedged between an antique store and a kitsch looking soul food restaurant painted glaringly bright red and neon yellow.
Remy and Molly looked. Sure enough, Evil Remy was walking out of the club with some redheaded
woman on his arm.
"...Yeah," Remy said, feeling dumb. How easy. He never would've thought to look there. They hadn't had to deal with the club in a long time, giving them a wide berth since they'd proved themselves to be dangerous, but they still kept an eye on them in case
they were going to do something dangerous.
They rushed over to confront Evil Remy, trying to get the drop on him, but like Remy,
Evil Remy wasn't dumb. They we're only halfway across the street when he spotted them. So much for the element of surprise! No one except Remy expected what came next.
Evil Remy threw a card and no one else saw it coming in enough time to avoid the blast. Remy had braced himself, but wished there had been enough time to warn Creature and Wolverine, but it all happened in seconds. The three of them flew back across the street, hitting the pavement like dead bodies. Gambit felt the arms of his trench coat scrape the pavement. That would probably leave some holes, never mind how sore he was going to be the next day.
"Nngh," Creature groaned, halfway up by one arm as she lay there, "He's going to be picking his teeth up in Nebraska when I'm
done with him!" She hauled herself up from the pavement, switching to her tiger morph.
"Wait!" Gambit yelped, "Don't rush him! We need to plan."
"I know. He's getting away," Gambit sighed, "I just don't think we can take him on
alone because he's as smart and cunning as me. We need the team. He's bound to use his powers again, so we'll track him with cerebro."
Creature changed back.
"B-but what if he tries and hurts people again?"
"I don't think so. I think he's going to be, er, preoccupied for a while," Gambit said.
Creature shook her head, annoyed.
"Should've guessed. Okay, let's go home and track this jerk. This whole thing is giving me a migraine."
It took four whole hours before they Evil Remy used his powers. He was in bar on in
the next county over. Unfortunately, there was an emergency riot downtown, so Creature
and Gambit were on their own this time.
They got to the bar, thankfully having the element of surprise on their side.
Gambit and Creature had come into the back of the bar through the back door, dressed in street clothes to not stand out, and staying back for the moment.
The place wasn't well lit, as bars often were, but Evil Remy was easy enough to spot because there were several men laying at his feet, battered and even bloody. Yeah, he'd really gotten into it. For being smart, he certainly wasn't good at being an inconspicuous prison escape-ee. The bartender, lean, young and hardened looking, stood behind the counter. His black hair flopped in his face and his five o'clock shadow made him look especially gritty. (Remy could almost hear Molly drooling.)
"I've called the cops," The bartender said, "You need to stay put, mutie!"
"I don't take orders from anyone," Evil Remy held up a charged card, ready to take out the bar tender without mercy.
"Hey, hommes, there you are," Remy walked up, putting an arm around him.
"You need to hold on to him," The bar tender said, "He's cost me thousands in damages and I'm probably going to get sued out the wazoo when those men wake up. Some of my best customers are laying on the floor there!"
"We're sorry," Creature smiled, "Long story, but he's our responsibility. We're from a prestigious school. We'll handle the damages and the legal stuff."
"Appreciate it," The man nodded.
"You found me. Bravo to you," Evil Remy spat sarcastically.
Suddenly, the Inner Circle members walked through the door, including Sebastian Shaw and the woman that alternate Remy had been with earlier. "I'm surprised you're hanging out in here with such riff-raff, LeBeau," The redheaded woman from earlier frowned. Now Remy had to keep from staring, because the woman was _built_. (Things had been too busy earlier for Remy to notice how she looked.) Almost six feet tall, with extraneous curves. It didn't help she was dressed in black leather pants and a revealing matching corset. Evil Remy had good taste, in Gambit's opinion.
"I wanted a drink," Evil Remy said, "We've been together less then a day and you're going to nag me so soon, Angelene?"
"Nagging?! Why you-!" Angelene powered up, Her hands turning into huge purple metal spears.
"Calm down, Sword," Sebastian Shaw held up a hand to the tall woman, "We can end this peacefully."
Angelene powered down, still looking rubbed the wrong way.
"Right," Creature said, "We're not just going to hand him over to you. He needs to be locked up again."
"Is there a...is there a fly in here? I thought I heard something," Angelene said, "Ohh, I see it. She's four feet tall, really fat and in over her head."
Gambit made a grab for Creature, having to hold her back after she started marching over.
"I'm sure we can come to an agreement," Gambit said, "Anything we can get you in
"My boy, did you forget I'm ostensibly rich? There's nothing I can't afford."
"Except, you know, morals," Creature scoffed, "A sense of ethics, a-"
Gambit put a hand over her mouth before something horrible happened.
"_Baby_, not helping," Gambit growled.
"Enough talking, we're taking him," Shaw said, "Pierce and Leland, take care of these idiots."
Donald Pierce and Harry Leland stepped forward. Gambit let go of Creature, and she went into her tiger morph again. Meanwhile, Shaw, Angelene and Evil Remy slipped out the front door. (Thankfully, the bartender had the good sense to slip out the back of his own business before he got hurt.)
"You take the big guy, I'll take the Terminator reject," Gambit said.
Creature lunged at Leland, while Remy took out his staff, steadying it to use as a block.
That bionic arm was nothing to be messed with. It could tear Remy in half! They started circling each other.
"Smart," Pierce said, "You've done your homework."
"I have," Remy grinned wildly, "Bet you haven't." Remy flung the staff out to touch the man's metal arm, the staff quickly acting as a lightning rod to send a charge through the staff and up to Pierce's arm.
Unfortunately, it didn't blow the arm apart completely, but it did seem to fry a few circuits and pop a couple gears.
"Bullocks!" Pierce spat, "I can't move it now! Harry? You make short work of the poppet?"
"She's in the basement," Harry laughed, "Barely touched me, the little moron."
Gambit looked to see a tiger sized hole in the floor near Leland's feet. The two men ran out. Gambit couldn't take them on alone, he knew that much. Gambit rushed over, jumping into the hole. He scarcely missed falling onto Creature's tiger body by barely inches. She was out cold, must've hit the ground hard with no time to react.
"Aw, baby," Gambit shook his head, "You've got to be more careful." Gambit pressed his communicator watch, getting Cyclops on the other end.
"Cyke, hey. We didn't get my evil twin and Creature's out cold. Can you come this way? She's still morphed, so I can't exactly pick her up and high tail it out of here, hein?"
"We're almost through. We'll be there within the hour," Cyclops said.
Gambit sat on the floor, his adrenalin winding down. This day was proving not only stressful, but exhausting. Gambit wondered what the statistics were on men his age in high stress jobs having heart attacks. Heaven forbid, but all this stuff wasn't easy. It had to be putting his body through it's paces and doing double time on top of that.
He watched Molly breathe, feeling bad. As usual, he'd give her the princess treatment later, but they were going to need to have a talk about her thinking before speaking. (However, it wasn't a quality Remy hated. He always enjoyed it when a girl spoke her mind, but there was a time and place for it.)
Remy sat on the floor, killing time with his phone as he waited for the team to arrive.