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.
Just a couple hours later, they were called back into Xavier's office.
The rest of the X-Men were already there waiting. Jean and Scott were sitting together on the couch,
as were Kurt and Kitty. Remy was standing between Rogue and Molly. Xavier was, of course, behind his desk.
"I've secured plenty of information on Remy's, er, double," Xavier said.
"Let's not call him that," Remy said, "How about Evil twin or something?"
"I don't like that, but he's _your_ evil twin," Molly chimed in.
"Regardless, his name is also Remy LeBeau and he claims he's from an alternate universe," Xavier said, "I contacted Forge. He's not able to come by, but he explained that his alternate universe traveling device may have blown a hole in space time. It theoretically started out small, then grew enough over time for a body-or possibly bodies-to fit through."
"So we could be dealing with more then one evil twin," Kitty pondered.
"Still hate it," Molly grumbled.
"Well, his twin did kill a guy," Kurt said.
"I know, but it's hard to wrap my head around someone that's essentially Remy, who looks just like him and everything, killing someone. Not to mention the other stuff," Molly shuddered.
"Except you know it isn't me and that's all that matters," Remy pulled Molly closer to him. Remy could feel Molly bristling, inwardly and outward. This wasn't going to go away with a kind word and a hug, not until things were settled.
Jean asked what Remy was wondering.
"When can we go see him?"
"It's going to take a few days. Visitation can happen after he's been properly incarcerated.
Like Remy, he also has powers. I wasn't informed as to what, but presumably he shares Remy's abilities," The Professor explained.
"Alright. As soon as we get the word, we'll go check him out. Together. No one goes ahead, understand?" Scott said, pulling rank.
He knew Remy's curiosity might get the better of him. Molly's as well.
"We got it," Remy said, "We said we weren't going to rush into anything and we won't. Promise, okay?"
"Just trying to make sure you get it," Scott said.
"Don't worry, Remy isn't as dumb as he looks," Rogue smirked, giving Remy a light shove on the chest.
"Cheap shot," Remy smiled.
One thing was for sure, Alternate Remy didn't have this type of family behind him.
The days flew by and before they knew it, the X-Men we're standing around in a sparse room with nothing but blue plastic chairs and a poster board table, in the New York city prison, waiting for Alternate Remy to come in with the guards.
The room itself wasn't much bigger then a bedroom, with white walls and a cold linoleum floor. No windows, just a brown wooden door ahead of them. It almost made Remy feel claustrophobic.
"Sweet, you okay? You still look pale," Remy frowned down at Molly. She'd thrown up twice already, before arriving and after. The poor thing couldn't take this kind of stress. Fight a villain, sure. Face your boyfriends evil twin? It seemed to overwhelm her to the breaking point.
"I'll be okay," Molly said, "Just don't know why I'm having such a bad reaction to all this."
"Well...you love Remy," Jean chimed in, "I think you love him so much, the idea of someone exactly like him killing and everything, it terrifies you. I can sense we're all on edge about this, it's not just you, Molly."
"Uh-huh," Molly said, lost in thought.
Remy squeezed her hand, pulling her in a moment. "You can leave if you need to. If it gets to be too much..."
"Okay. I will if I have to," Molly nodded.
At that moment, the door opened.
"Prisoner entering!" A guard said loudly.
_He_ walked in. It was like looking into a mirror for Remy. He had the same height, same red eyes, even the same haircut.
He was wearing an orange jumpsuit like other prisoners they'd seen earlier. He had on handcuffs and a newly enhanced power inhibitor strip around his wrist, like a clear plastic medical bracelet. There was that same familiar, confident swagger Remy always carried himself with. The assurance in his head that he was the tops, there wasn't anyone better than he. Not with the charm, not with the ladies, not with being completely awesome and cool. It was staggeringly weird seeing an exact copy of himself. All his mannerisms, his smile, his _everything_ standing in front of him. Except he knew they'd lived completely different lives. This Remy had a truly dark side to him. He had killed. Remy had only been a petty thief before and could never bring himself to kill anyone, no matter how much of a bad guy he'd used to be. Remy had a heart and morals, something Alternate Remy clearly lacked.
"Huh," Alternate Remy stared at Remy, "There were rumors I had a twin, but I didn't quite believe it myself."
"Guess I didn't either, until now," Remy said, "It's different, seeing you in person."
"This. Is. _Trippy_," Rogue marveled, looking from one Remy to the other, before sitting in one chair.
"Pleasantries out of the way," Cyclops said, "We're the X-Men and we need answers. What dimension are you from?
Why did you kill that man? Did others come with you? And Why did you come here?"
"Questions. Is that all? I don't owe you answers, but since I have nothing better to do, I'll go along with it," Alternate Remy said, "I didn't even know there were other dimensions until I found that hole. I'm from a dimension where Magneto rules everything. People like me don't get by easy there and I was looking for a way out.
If I'd known I was coming to dimension with a justice system and cops, I probably would've just stayed put. I killed because I'm not afraid to and he was disposable and in the way. Where I'm from, you do what you have to survive.
I was trying to get some money and stuff to get by around here. Now, I don't know if anyone followed me from home,
but they were stupid not to take the opportunity if they stumbled across the hole like I did."
Everyone looked at him, taking it all in.
"You didn't have parents either, did you?" Molly said.
"Magneto killed them after they disobeyed him," Alternate Remy said, "What's it to you, Cherie?"
Molly reeled back a little. (Even Remy was a little surprised that Alt Remy was Cajun too, but it stood to reason.) "Our Remy didn't grow up with a normal life either. No real, loving parents.
Not a normal family life. Just trying to find out where things went so bad for you, but I'm sure living under Magneto is...horrific."
"You don't know the half of it," Alternate Remy sighed, "So, who are you? Friend or lover?"
"None of your business," Remy snapped.
"Lover then. Right," Alternate Remy smirked, "Anything else you dorks want to ask me? I've got time in here to spare."
"We'll come back if we need to," Cyclops said, "Right now, we might have other problems."
Everyone started to leave.
"I want to stay behind. Just five minutes," Remy said.
"Five minutes," Cyclops nodded.
"I'm staying with him," Molly said. It wasn't a request.
They sat across from him.
"Gotta say," Alternate Remy smirked, "She's a bit plain for you. Under whelming."
"We're not here to talk about her," Remy said, "I want to know some things.
Why take the bad path? There's good in you."
"There was," Alternate Remy said, "The good in me died a long time ago."
"Not true," Molly said, "I like to Belize that very few people are inherently evil. There _is_ good in you. You're a Remy. It's in there."
"Believe what you want," Alternate Remy said, "What else?"
"What were your parents like? Since, uh, I never knew mine," Remy said.
He might not get this chance again. It was like a look into the life he didn't have, if only just.
"Why should I tell you?" Alternate Remy became defensive.
"Because Remy's family life sucked," Molly glared heatedly, "His adopted dad used him, so he never got real parents like you did. Just give him this. P-please."
"...Fine. They were good people, mostly," Alt Remy took a picture out of shirt, well hidden, "Their names were Violet and Henry. Mom was a seamstress. Dad worked for construction, doing odd jobs on the side. Shady stuff, so that's where I get it. They had me young, but they kept me. They were normal."
The picture was of them standing in front of a normal, suburban looking house with alternate Remy as a teenager.
Alternate Remys parent had clearly both been attractive people. The father was tall, like alt/normal Remy,
with brown hair and dark eyes. A strong jaw, handsome face and a similar build. Stubble and that same sneaky smirk.
The mother could've put any model to shame, so it was obvious where alternate Remy got most of his good looks. She had been taller then average, with a normal, fit shape. She'd had long, slightly curly blonde hair.
beautiful Blue-green eyes. She had a mother's smile that was warm and loving, even in a photograph.
Well, this didn't mean this was how Remy's real parents had looked too, but anything was possible. It was nice to imagine, at least.
"Sorry about what happened to them," Remy said, "My life is, well...it's a long story."
Alt Remy just nodded.
Remy started racking his brain for more questions. The photo of the parents had thrown him for a loop.
Their time together had to be almost up.
"We can come back," Molly said quietly, seeing Remy's concern.
"I think we'll do that," Remy said, "See you later I guess."
"Looking forward to it," Alternate Remy smiled sarcastically.