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.
"Remy! Remy, are you okay?" Nightcrawler and Cyclops stood over him worriedly.
"Mm? No... I don't know... Just took a hit against the sidecar. The world was spinning and I held out...as long as I could," Remy said, slowly sitting up. Colossus came over and helped him up, putting an arm under him.
"Come, we will get you home."
"Listen, Piotr," Remy said in the car next to him, "While I'm still up and around, I wanted to ask if you wanted to be in our wedding party. It would mean a lot to us."
"Yes, Remy, I would be honored!" Piotr smiled big, "Thank you for asking."
"Hey, you're my best friend, it wouldn't be right not to include you." Remy nodded. It dawned on Remy that maybe he and Molly should've sat everyone down to ask, but sometimes in their lives, there wasn't enough time in the day to. They were either getting shot at, training wayward students, getting lectured, ect. So, the only option was to ask when the time was favorable.
Back at home, Remy was helped to his "favorite" place, the med-bay. Cecelia looked him over, checking his eyes and breathing, asking him what he'd eaten in the past two days, things like that. The dizziness had stopped, but he still felt pretty crappy.
"I felt fine this morning. Heh, I also looked real fine this morning too," Remy smirked.
"Yes, yes. Everyone heard about how you caused a pile up in the women's wing this morning," Cecelia looked amused, then tilted her head, staring at Remy...well, to put it bluntly, like Remy was meat. "_Remy_, when's the last time you had a _complete_ physical?" Her hands went and sat precariously at his waist. Remy swallowed, removing them. Well, this wasn't good.
Suddenly, Cecelia used her force-field powers to push Remy back up on his feet, wrapping her arms around his neck and going in for a kiss. "HAAAANK?!" Remy yelled, ducking and running into Hank's nearby office.
"Remy what's-oh dear," Hank stared, seeing Cecelia in hot pursuit. She looked unstoppable, running at top speed as the metal pounded under her feet, echoing in the room with each step. She was on the warpath and would stop at nothing to get Remy, it seemed! Remy didn't stop to think about the cause and effect, he just wanted to get away from the crazed woman. Hank slid the door shut that separated the two rooms and locked it. Cecelia banged on it with her powers, harder and harder, but it was going to take a lot to get through six inch thick glass plating. "What the heck is going on?!" Remy yelped, "She was fine two seconds ago!"
"I don't know, I can only speculate," Hank looked worriedly.
"Then speculate, man! I'm going to check the exit," Remy said as Hank talked. Remy stuck his head out into the nearby hallway. It was clear for now. Good. He just had to formulate some kind of plan.
"Given your recent condition, I speculate that when you were hit with a force blast, it accelerated your natural pheromones to emit inhumanly strong by hitting the part of the brain that controls hormones. In laymens terms, you've become irresistible to the opposite sex." Hank explained.
"...WHAT?!" Remy stopped and turned around, eyes huge. He was horrified. For one thing, he was happily engaged. For another thing, if a whole _house_ full of _women_ caught sight of him now, he was surely a dead man. If Cecelia's reaction was any indication, they'd do anything to have Remy, even if they had to destroy the Institute to get to him.
"Hank, we have to get all the girls out of the school. It's the only way I'll be safe," Remy said.
"Of course, Remy. I'll notify the professor immediately-" Hank started to turn on his communicator, but then...
"Hey, what's going on?" Kitty said, as she, Rogue and Jean entered behind Remy.
Oh no.
"N-Now girls," Remy held up his hands, "Keep your heads, please. Remember? It's me, Remy. Rogue, you basically hate me, and Jean, Kitty? I've gotten on your nerves more times then I can co-"
"Cann it, Cajun," Rogue smiled, "I should've told you earlier, I like to play rough." With that, Rogue took off her glove and quickly touched Hank on the face so that he passed out, then cracking her knuckles. Remy gulped loudly, starting to sweat. It was like swallowing rocks. Rogue grabbed him harshly, shoving them both up against the far wall. The cotton ball and thermometer canisters shaking with the rough movement of their bodies. Rogue definitely wasn't a small, wispy girl, and she was a bit muscular, so she could definitely hurt Remy, even without Hank's powers. Remy tried to move, but she had one hand on his forearm and the other caressing the back of his hair, staring at him with delighted, starving eyes and a sickening smirk.
"Hey, who said you could have him?" Kitty demanded, forcefully turning Rogue around to face her, "I've helped him the most, I deserve him!"
"You don't deserve anything, shortcake," Jean said, patting her smaller friends head condescendingly, "We all know how much he loves redheads!"
"Jean, you're married, remember?" Remy said desperately, forehead sweating. But maybe, just maybe, if he could get them fighting amongst each other, he could get free.
"So? It's just a piece of paper!" Jean pouted.
"Jean? You don't mean that!" Scott came into the room, looking distraught at Jean, panic on his face, "I just came in for some aspirin. What's going on? I can't believe you'd say that!"
Finally, the voice of reason. Remy wanted to hug Scott!-Well, that was a first. "Scott, she doesn't mean it. I got whacked on the head on the mission and long story short, my pheromones are making me about ten-thousand times more attractive then usual! As you can see by Cessy still clawing her way through the door!" Remy jerked his thumb back at the doctor still trying to ram down the sliding door. "So, fearless leader, I'm not trying to steal your wife, and she's not actually attracted to me. So, please, for the love of heaven, do something to help me!" Remy begged, running over and-he felt ashamed to do it-hiding behind Scott.
"Okay," Scott sighed, "Sorry girls, but you'll understand later..." Scott then lowered his shades, emitting the lowest possible optic force blast, hitting the three in succession against the surrounding walls, then targeting Cecelia through the thick glass so that she went down sideways, hitting the edge of a cabinet and slumping onto the floor.
The two young men walked the corridor of the hallway, back out to the lower levels. "Now what?" Remy asked.
"We keep you as far away from the rest of the ladies as possible. I'll get to the professor, you stay put down here," Scott said, beginning to walk away.
Remy grabbed his arm. "Are you _sure_? What if some of them come down here for a Danger Room session? Or Storm? Jeez, I don't even want to think about it!" Storm was a beautiful woman, and despite the age gap, Remy had always found her attractive, but who knew what she'd do with her powers?
"Remy, trust me. You know as well as I do, no one comes down here voluntarily unless they're sick or there's a session, and there aren't any scheduled for today. And Storm's upstairs with her plants. You'll be fine." Scott smiled a little, trying his best to reassure the poor sap.
Remy wiped his brow with his handkerchief, breathing steadily and calming his nerves as much as he could. He heard the elevator doors open-and-shut, but then he heard the _other_ elevator doors open-and-shut from nearby on the west side of the building. There were two sets, as the student body had grown over the years. Remy turned around.
"Oh Remy, good to see you up and around," The Professor rode over to him in his electric wheelchair, followed by not one, not two, but _six_ women. One very heavyset, two average, and the rest were thin. All dark haired. All were wearing different colored skirts and blazers, dressed formally. "I was just showing our newest investors around from the Calgary women's university. Ladies, this is Mister Remy LeBeau, one of our teachers."
"Uh, nice to meet you all," Remy forced a smile, "Professor, we really need to-"
"What are _you_ looking at, skinny? I saw him first!" One of the average woman accused the thin woman in glasses.
"What are you talking about? We all saw that gorgeous hunk of man at the same time!" Glasses drooled.
"No matter," The heaviest woman approached Remy in two easy strides, yanking him towards her, "The biggest woman gets the lions share!"
Xavier had to look on as the six women dog-piled themselves onto Remy to fight over him and try to...well, Remy didn't dare give it thought. Breathing hard, Remy struggled to get up, but couldn't do anything but struggle, because the big woman had pinned him down under her pink pumps. Thankfully, the larger woman was shoved away by one of her smaller compatriots. However, they quickly banded together to try and get a piece of Remy all at once! He didn't know which way was up as he was aggressively handled, the women tearing off bits of his clothes and yanking off his boots. He felt himself being pinched, prodded, poked and perused uncomfortably. Remy finally found enough space in the melee to poke his head out and hold out a hand to Xavier, who was in a state of shock with his mouth hanging open, unsurprisingly. Charles had surely seen some things in his time, but nothing could compare to Remy being accosted by a bunch of needy women. "HEEELLLLLLP!" Remy screamed.
Xavier put a hand to his temple and the women all dropped to the floor, asleep. Remy scrambled out as fast as he could, thankful the bigger woman hadn't fallen right on top of him. "Now, _what_ on earth is going on here, my boy?" Charles asked.
Remy, now with several patches of his uniform missing and one of his boots as well, summarized Hank's theory.
"... So Scott went looking for you, and now here we are."
"I see," Charles said, "This is a massive undertaking. The jets are out for repairs, so we can't sneak you out that way. We have to get you out of here, but I'm not quite sure how yet. I will, however, get our guests out of range, the girls out of the infirmary, and declare the lower levels off limits for the time being to everyone. We'll keep you as safe as we can, Remy, I promise."
"Uh, sure Professor." Remy said. After Scott's reassurance, Remy had major doubts that anyone else here could protect him,
"And, I'm not sure how, but don't let Molly hear about this. It would only upset her. She doesn't need that right now."
"Of course," Charles nodded, heading upstairs.
Remy took a seat on the nearest bench. It was going to be a long day, that was for sure.
"Remy?" Molly's voice crackled on his communicator a few minutes later, "Remy, where are you? Are you okay?
Everyone's back from the mission and Kurt told me about-"
"I'm... I'm in perfect health, sweetheart," Remy said. It was just the rest of the world that had gone nutzo. "Listen, baby doll? You have to stay upstairs. I can't see you and you can't see me." Remy knew she'd ask why. Surely, if Molly saw him, there would be dire consequences. If Molly threw herself at him, Remy wasn't sure how strong his resistance would be. Yes, this insanity was because of hopped up pheromones, and Remy never wanted to take advantage of Molly, but...things happened, like Scott said. Remy would never do anything to _hurt_ her, but if push came to shove, he didn't know if common sense could override their desire for each other when forced into such a situation. Better to stay away then to find out.
"What? Why? We were together all morning," Molly wondered, still sounding very congested.
"Do you trust me?"
"Always," Molly didn't hesitate to answer.
"Then trust me to tell you later. I'm in a scrape, but I can't tell you why. Hopefully I'll be back in your arms in no time," Remy said.
"It must be pretty bad if you can't tell me, but I trust you, Remy," Molly sighed, "I'm going back to sleep, I'm still wiped out. Bye sweetie."
"Bye, Angel."
Remy put his head back with a long sigh, that turned into a groan, that made him take a card out and explode it loudly.
He had to take his frustrations out on something, so why not his cards? It took a solid two hours, but the Professor and Scott came back downstairs. "We've warned everyone not to come down here, but can't locate Ororo or Tabitha," Xavier said, "Hank is awake again, and he's going to work on developing a cure for your condition, Remy. Unfortunately, we've discovered once a woman smells you, the effect doesn't wear off right away. In addition, it seems to shut off the rational and inhibitions parts of the brain, which is why they were so eager and reckless. The effected have been detained in the holding cell for the time being, I'm afraid, but we can't spare anymore room."
"Oh great. Fantastic," Remy dripped sarcasm, raising up his arms and dropping them hard to his sides, "Why don't I just go upstairs and get mauled right now! Get it over with."
"That can be arranged," Tabitha's voice said from the opposite side of the room. Remy whirled around.
"Don't make us hurt you," Remy said. He didn't want to use his powers against his friends if he didn't have to, but there may not have been a choice here.
"Oh, _you_ won't, but we'll hurt anyone that gets in our way," Tabitha held a hand to his face, then threw some of her cherry bombs in Xavier and Scott's direction, blinding them, while Ororo used a forceful gust of wind to push them back several feet, right into the men's showers. Acting quickly, she barricaded the door from the outside by putting a steel pipe from recent repairs in the door handle. "Hey! Let us out!" Scott banged on the door.
"Not yet, Scott," Ororo smiled in a cunning, selfish way. Ororo turned around and approached Remy, walking like a seductive, entrancing, powerful woman intent on making Remy feel things he'd never felt before. Remy got out his cards and charged them. One quick blast to disorient her, then he could take care of Tabitha.
"Hey! We tag teamed him good, but I should get first crack at those lips!" Tabitha blocked Ororo.
"Those lips? Don't make me laugh," Ororo wisked back her hair, "I think Remy needs a real woman and not a little girl to keep up with him."
"You old _hag_..." Tabitha said, but that was all Remy caught, because he ran for his life.
Remy ran at top speed, to the hangar and through it. He calculated where he was going out to. It was about a 30-foot drop down to the ground. It wouldn't kill him, he'd had worse. The problem was getting all wet when he landed and trying to run in soaked clothes afterwards. The Worst case scenario, he could make a running jump for the group of trees nearby. He probably wouldn't make it, but he'd be dryer at least. Remy launched himself out into the sliver of space between the waterfall and the rock formation, aiming for an especially tall, wide tree. He caught the branch, climbing deep into the brush. Remy watched as Tabitha and Ororo looked down for him for a few minutes, then gave up and turned around. Remy wasn't about to breathe a sigh of relief yet. He knew the Professor and Scott could take care of themselves, so there was no need to worry about them. The important thing was that he get as far away from the mansion and all women in the surrounding area before anything horrible happened to him.
Remy climbed out of the tree, looped around the mansion and made it out to the garage in one piece. Because of the cold weather, everyone was tucked away inside. He got in his car and sped out of the gate so fast, there were tire tracks on the pavement.
Where could he go? Where could he go that was devoid of women and had food and water for a few hours? Maybe even a few days.
Who knew how long it would take Hank to concoct some kind of cure to all of this madness. Remy gave it pause and deep thought.
A thought came to him after a few minutes. It wasn't perfect, but it was safer then most places. Sure, he wasn't is favorite person, but Remy was desperate at this point.