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.
Within twenty minutes, they had a plan and some equipment together. Remy drove them back to the institute, flames on their heels for the speeds they were going. Molly's life was at stake, as well as the sanity of the women of the Institute. There was no time to waste!
Remy jumped out of the window of the car, and then walked into the institute. He held up his hands to show he was unarmed. Forge would be taking care of things outside, putting the rest of his machine together. "Ladies, I'm here. You can let Molly go now," Remy called out.
Very few of the girls came out of the kitchen and from the hallways, all staring at Remy with big eyes. Lastly, Jean dragged out a now conscious Molly by the arm from one of the dark hallways. Behind them, Hank was following, looking more then distraught, his hands tied in front of him. "I tried to fix this Remy, but they detained me after my first attempt at a cure. It's clearly gotten worse, they've become even more aggressive! I just-"
"Quiet, you!" Mystique slapped the hairy man upside the head, "Remy, we've divided and conquered. The men are locked up in the danger room. Rogue managed to take them all out, the clever girl. We've come to an agreement. You pick one of us you want, we'll let Molly live. She can go anywhere in the world as long as she stays away from you. The rest of the girls leave with her. We won't all be happy, but one certainly will be."
Remy noted that Molly was still wearing that accursed power inhibitor. If she didn't have it on, this would've been a bit easier. Remy just had to keep them stalled while Forge was outside. His device wasn't instantaneously created, unfortunately. "Remy, I don't blame you for not telling me! This is nuts!" Molly said, "I don't know why I'm not effected and I don't care, but Remy, baby, I can live with the sacrifice as long as it means you're safe. I want you to be alive, even if..."
"Cherie, I understand," He walked over to Molly, putting a hand to her face and kissing her cheek, then her ear, "Get ready to run." He whispered as soft as he could.
Remy backed away a couple steps. "One of you can have me. I'd rather not risk Molly's life if it can be helped. Now, why don't you all line up for me, so I can get a good look at you."
"You'd really have one of us?" Marissa asked.
"It's the only option, Petite," Remy tipped up her head, using his natural charm. He was almost amused to see her knees buckle as the smaller girl let out a gasp, clutching at her heart.
With that, everyone lined up like they were being scrutinized, standing up straight, trying to look their best. Molly stood in front of Jean, while Jean had one hand on her shoulder. Remy went down the line, looking at them all, holding a hand to his chin and faking like he was trying to decide who he wanted. If he didn't have Molly, it honestly would've been a tough choice. He walked back and forth, then stood in front of them again. "Let's go down the line. Tell me things you can offer me that make you stand out from the rest," Remy said.
"Stability and a whole country to help run when I'm queened," Amara said, "At my side, you'd be an actual king."
"We already have a history," Rogue said, "Once I get my powers under control, we can leave the school and you can use your imagination about what you want to do on our honeymoon. You can be my first, Remy." She pulled down her top so much it was embarrassing.
"Fat chance," Mystique said next to her, "I can be any woman-" Mystique dared to take Molly's shape "-You want, Remy. Any shape," She made Molly's body perfectly thin, "Any hair color," Red hair, "Or maybe you just want to live out your fantasies with Jean instead." She took Jean's shape, winking.
"Ugh! Slut!" Jean glared as hard as possible next to her, "Remy, you know you want the real me. I can divorce that loser Scott, and we can finally be together. I _know_ you used to have a crush on me. Let's make it happen for real, perfect lover."
"Pfft. Amateurs," Marissa blew her bangs from her face, "Remy, hon, I'm not Jean, I'm not even Molly, but I've had a few boyfriends before. They showed me what men really like in a relationship. We could travel the world, and I could make you desire no other woman but me. I'd never leave your head. And if I have my way, you're never wearing a shirt again."
"Girls," Forge appeared in the doorway, with a large metallic bazooka-like contraption, "You're all trying way too hard."
"Molly run!" Remy shouted.
The two of them ran past Forge, aiming for the front yard. Meanwhile, Forge aimed his bazooka in succession, firing it around the room. First at Jean, trapping her in nearly the same green ball of hardening goo that the Sentinel attack had used on them years ago. Marissa got Molly and Remy, holding them still with her powers a couple feet off of the floor for a few short moments, then she became cocky and tried to grab the gun too, encasing it in her pink telekinetic aura, but it backfired, mirroring iteself and trapping her to stay still inside her own field instead. Remy and Molly dropped to the floor and kept running out while Forge trapped Marissa. Next, Mystique and Rogue tried to tag team, running at Forge, but Forge didn't hesitate as he fired off two blobs of sludge in succession, catching the pair in a conjoined mass. Lastly, Amara threw a huge fireball at him, but Forge wasn't phased as he ducked low while firing off, capturing the fire girl in seconds.
Back outside, Molly and Remy made it as far as the fountain. They sat down, Molly winded and coughing, Remy just eager to get away. "Easy, easy!" Remy held her hand, rubbing her back as she coughed up her lungs, "Breathe, sweetheart. The worst is over,"
"Are you sure? They really did a number on the mansion and all the guys," Molly said, finally stopped coughing, "I thought Michelle's powers were bad, but this took the cake! I don't understand how pheromones could act like that."
"Eh, science and mutant powers. I'm sure Hank figured it all out while I was gone," Remy looked over to see Forge give the all clear sign, "We should go back inside and get you back to bed, Petite." Remy gently picked Molly up.
"Hey! You've been through enough! Put me down!" Molly protested.
"I have and I won't," Remy smiled, "You're getting the Princess treatment after all this, fiancée. You won me fair and square and no woman is ever going to come between us. This proves our love can weather any obstacle."
"As opposed to everything else we've been through," Molly raised an eyebrow, "Sweetie, that's true and I love you very much, but you really can put me down."
Remy kept walking inside and up the stairs.
"Nope,"
"Please"
"Not even,"
"Pleeeease. I know I'm heavy,"
"I don't care, Cherie."
"You know what I weigh!"
"And I still don't care."
"You're...putting...me...down!" Molly squirmed, just volatile, but Remy's grip was iron clad.
"Petite, you're not going anywhere."