Disclaimer:I don't own X-Men:Evolution, just myself (Called Molly Callum in 'fics.)
and any original characters/background characters that might pop up from time to time.

The two of them kept walking. "You hear that?" Jean turned her ear to listen carefully.
It sounded like marching. "Where's it coming from?" Remy wondered. Quickly, they received an answer. Appearing, as transparent images, then more opaque as the seconds ticked away, were what looked like clones of Molly. All dressed up in warrior-like garb, chain mail and pleather, similar Xena: Warrior Princess,
except with silver headbands. There had to be at least fifty of them, all lined up, marching straight at Jean and Remy.
"Soldiers of the mind," Jean explained.

Remy silently admired the short, clanky metal skirts and thick knee high pleather boots.

"Get ready. We're going to have to do a little hand-to-hand. Our powers won't work on the astral plane," Jean said.

"Now you tell me," Remy's mouth almost fell open.

"Well I'm sorry if there wasn't time for a briefing!" Jean said, throwing a soldier into a wall. It disappeared on impact, shattering into "pixels".
"If there trying to attack us, we must be getting close," Jean explained.

Remy started rapidly kicking, hitting and punching the "clones" into non-existence as he moved forward alongside Jean.
They were disappearing quickly with a little more then just a jab. Remy wished he had his staff with him, but for now he would have to do without it. It was difficult trying to pay attention to every direction around him, but he swung behind,
punched in front and to the sides, his body a whirlwind of movement. Remy couldn't pay much attention to Jean, but it was easy to tell that she was doing much the same. Jean's long hair swung around everywhere like a whip as she kicked and punched each imagined soldier.
Each turn and jab she did made her swinging hair remind Remy of a roaring fire. Remy admired Jean for half a second. She wasn't just a prissy girl with looks and brains, but she could put up a good fight if the situation called for it. Remy thought she would have made a good thief back in the day and that they could have been a great team. (And perhaps something more) Too bad, really.

Remy noticed that the soldiers didn't seem to be letting up. They weren't limited to getting tired, just being projections.
It wasn't that they kept coming, it was just so many. Too many to try to fight off between the two of them.
The hordes of figures were rapidly ascending on them faster then the two of them could react. They were quickly being overcome to their dismay.

Then Kurt and Kitty came barging in the slightly-larger-than-hallway sized space, barreling through the soldiers like a ball making a strike in bowling.
"What the-? What are you two doing here?" Jean was utterly shocked. "We wanted to help," Kitty smiled cheerily.
"We begged _Herr McCoy_ to hook us up and help you two out," Kurt said.

"Uh, thanks," Remy said. The four of them looked around. With the surprise attack, all the soldiers had been demolished.
Remy was a little worried now. This would mean even more people to look after, but to their credit, they probably wouldn't cause as much trouble as Remy since they weren't as curious as he was even though they had a connection to Molly, but it was much different then the one she and Remy shared.

"Alright," Jean announced, "Everyone try and stay with me. Don't touch anything and don't go poking around, unlike _some_ people."

"What were you doing poking around inside Molly's head?" Kitty laughed.

"_Nothing_," Remy said defensively, "I was just a little curious."

"A little?" Jean started walking again, "I keep having to drag you away from the doors!"

"Anyway," Kurt tried to quell the tension, "Do we have any idea where Molly might be?"

"Hold up," Remy realized something, "How can you guys even be here if you aren't telepaths?"
Even Remy had a little bit of telepathy with his empathic powers, so that made it easier.

"Well we're hooked up to Jean's head and you don't need to be telepathic just to be on the astral plane," Kitty explained.

"She's right," Jean said as they kept walking, "Like I said before, we're only mental projections."

Suddenly the four of them noticed that things were growing darker, like the lights being dimmed in a movie theater.
"Okay," Kurt said, "Something tells me we just crossed into that nightmarish part of Molly's head."
"What was your first clue?" Kitty said sarcastically.

"I wonder what's in here?" Remy thought aloud. They had passed fears, phobias and the like a while back. So that left what exactly?
Remy now took notice that the doors were gone. Everything around them was darkness. What looked like dead trees were starting to appear around them and beneath their feet, the "ground" was just hard gravel. The four of them just stood still, observing what their friends mind had suddenly become.
Even the pleasant smells from earlier had disappeared. Instead it smelled like a cold winter night with not much to smell and frigid air. "I know it's...disturbing...but we have to keep going," Jean said.
Very carefully they kept on walking. They walked for a few yards, coming upon nothing more then an old looking wooden sign.
There was white lettering on it. There was just a single word: BEWARE!

The further they walked, the creepier things became. "I don't understand why this isn't just another room," Remy said.

"I think...I think the further we're walking, the deeper we're going into Molly's mind," Kitty observed.
Of course she would understand, being a genius, "All the doors before were just the simple, up front stuff. The things she thinks about often and the parts of her brain that she uses a lot.
We're probably hitting the part that she doesn't use or think about much. It could be the section of her brain that stores hate or something."

"If that were true that it wouldn't be so big," Remy smiled a little. He didn't think Molly had it in her to hate anyone. Molly seemed to like giving people the benefit of the doubt and she was generally sweet and nice to everyone. One of the kindest girls Remy had ever met. How could she hate anyone? How could she have dark thoughts as this part of her brain seemed to be portraying.

"Even the nicest person has the capacity for evil," Kurt said sadly.

"I guess," Remy said, "Except it _is_ Molly we're talking about. I just find it hard to believe she has an evil bone in her body."

"You're standing in the thick of it and you still find it hard to believe?" Jean said, giving Remy a sidelong glance while walking beside him.

"Okay, okay," Remy said, "I guess I'm going to find out some of the bad things about her while were here."

A few moments later, they came across one of those bad things.
It was another mental picture, like the fantasy from earlier, but this time there was no door for it to hide behind. So before them was Molly as a tiger and a grizzly and a bunch of other big predatory animals, attacking Magneto over and over again.
His face was bruised and his body was battered and bleeding. Finally Molly changed back to human and leaned over to Magnetos ear. Her voice was a whisper, but in the stunned silenced it was loud enough. "You're paying for what you did to him now."

The four of them watched as the mental image played itself over again, like a blood curdling DVD rewound. They just walked past it without a word.

"You look pale," Kitty said of Remy.

"I think we all look pale after that," Remy said, "I mean, jeez! I really wasn't expecting..."

"I don't think any of us were," Jean said.

Everyone knew that Molly had blamed herself and felt guilty for the Professor being missing,
but none of them had any idea how deep her feelings against Magneto for doing it ran.
Remy realized that he had to make peace with it. The little fact that Molly had some very dark parts to her that even she kept hidden away from herself.
Everyone did and she wasn't any exception, no matter how much Remy loved her, he knew that he couldn't change that about Molly.
It would always be a part of her, just like things like that were a part of him. A part of everyone.
What mattered was acting on those deep inner feelings. If Molly were to torture Magneto or even kill him, only then could Remy say that he didn't know who she was anymore. As long as she could keep all those deep, malicious inner thoughts in check and locked away and not act on them, then that was all that mattered.

"This is probably a part that she doesn't think about much anyway," Jean said, "It isn't anything to worry about. Molly is still Molly. Even if there are things like that floating around her head, she's still our friend. We already accept the good and bad things about her, so we should be able to accept the worst of her too."

Quiet murmurs of agreement swept through them. No matter what, it was going to take a little while to work past what they had seen. Now that they had seen that, they weren't thrilled about what else was awaiting them in this dark corner of Molly's mind.

"AROOOOOOOOOOoooooooo!"

Kitty jumped a mile, the fear obvious in her sky blue eyes, then she started running. She stopped mid-run.
"Sorry. I forgot that Mr. McCoy told us not to run."

"We're going to be just fine," Jean said, "This part of Molly's brain isn't going to last forever."

"Sure it's not," Kurt rolled his shiny yellow eyes, as they glowed a little in the darkness.

"It's not," Remy said, "We're probably going to run into puppies, kittens, plush tigers and cotton candy fields any time now. Molly isn't a dark person by nature."

"Oh yeah?" Kitty pointed up ahead, "Tell that to the pit of snakes."

A few yards ahead of them was a long, deep dirt pit of very loud hissing snakes with a wood bridge going across the pit. The snakes inside had long fangs dripping venom and hungry eyes that were as black as midnight.
Their scaly skin came in bright warning colors, like black and red, yellow, orange and deep gold as they slithered over and under each other in droves. It was enough to make Remys skin crawl.

"It's just a bridge," Remy said, "We'll just go right acro-"
He was cut off when the snakes started leaping up, clearing fifteen feet and arching their heads out to bite the air.

"What kind of place is this?" Kurt was horrified, "Molly's mind is...it's terrifying!"

"Well you know what they say," Remy grinned, "It's always the quiet ones. We just have to think of a plan."

Within a few minutes, they had devised a plan. Without powers, they didn't have much to work with, but they did have trees.
They broke off some branches and started running like the calvary in the middle of a seemingly hopeless war.

WHAPWHAPWHAPWHAP!

The snakes went flying in all directions, slithering away quickly. Okay, so batting them aside with branches and sticks wasn't their usual high tech plan, but at least it was effective.

"We better stop and rest a minute," Jean said once they were at the other end of the bridge, "I know it didn't seem like much, but that spent some energy."

They sat and rested for a little bit. "Well this is fun," Kitty said, "Disturbing imagery, jumping snakes,
what's next? A guy with a chainsaw in a mask?"

"Don't say stuff like that!" Kurt said, "You might be right. Who knows what else were going to find in here."

"...Like the glowing eyes off in the distance there?" Remy pointed.

The glowing eyes receded back into the darkness. "Let's keep going," Jean said in a worried, tense voice betraying her usual calm demeanor.