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.

Molly was crawling the inside of a bookcase as a green anole lizard. The bookcase was located in the back room of a gentlemans meeting hall just outside of New York City. She was alert and ready to listen in on the conversation. She could see a dark haired man sitting in a chair along with a few associates also sitting, waiting for Magneto.

"It's almost two, where could he be?" a portly red headed man said.

"Patience, he'll be here," The dark haired man said.

"Sebastian," A handsome blond man with an artificial arm whined, "You said that an hour ago."

"You'll have to forgive me," Magneto said entering the room with who the X-men had identified with Pietro's help as Rock slide (the walking mountain) and Darkness (the kid with the black wings), "I was held up with another...appointment."

"Please have a seat," Sebastian offered. Magneto didn't bother sitting.
"Mister Shaw, it's late. I'd like to make this short and to the point," Magneto said, "The X-Men are becoming a thorn in my side and I have other things to worry about. if you could terminate them for me, I'll pay you two million dollars. That's enough, isn't it?"

"Wouldn't you like to see what my inner Circle can do first?" Mr. Shaw offered.

Molly saw the redheaded man take a pencil and drop it. The pencil went through the wood floor, like he'd dropped a led weight, leaving a huge hole.
The blonde man crushed the arm of the nearest chair, turning it into sawdust in seconds. They were formidable, to say the least.

"That would be pleasant, but we've been watching you for several weeks now," Magneto said, "We're well aware of what your team can do. So do we have a deal or not?"

Mr. Shaw thought it over for a moment. "I have one condition. Jean Grey. I know what she can do. I'd rather not kill her.
I want her with us."

"You're certain you can control her?" Magneto questioned.

"I'm positive," Sebastian smiled wickedly.

If Molly had been human, her mouth would have been hanging open, then she would have been saying things like 'Holy crap!', but at the moment she was just thankful that she didn't have telepathy as a secondary power.
She was also thankful that Jean had chosen to stay behind on this mission to rest. Besides, telepaths could detect other telepaths and that would have blown their cover, so Jean would have had to stay regardless.

"Alright," Magneto said, "You can have young miss Grey. We have a deal then?"

"Yes," Sebastian said. The two men shook on it, "Would you like some wine to celebrate?" Sebastian asked.

"No, I'm afraid I have to leave, but thank you," Magneto said.

Molly made her way out the way she'd come through an open window in the room.
Cyclops and Gambit were outside waiting for her.

The second Molly was human again she started blabbing a mile a minute.
"They want Jean! I can't believe it! They control her and the game is over! Were all completely scr-" Remy clamped a hand over Mollys mouth.

Remy motioned for her to be quiet. If anyone heard them, they were going to be so dead. Literally.

They rushed back to the Blackbird.

"Okay, now," Cyclops said.

"Magneto's hiring some guy named Sebastian Shaw to _kill_ us with his team, The Inner Circle.
And Shaw wants Jean. We all know how powerful Jean is, so we can't let them have her!" Molly said.

"As if we don't have enough to worry about," Gambit groaned, looking up at the ceiling, clearly upset by this new development.

"We're just going to have to work it all out," Cyclops said.

"Yeah. I mean, it's a little insulting that Magneto doesn't want to off us himself.
He's hiring someone to do it. I guess he's got better things to do," Gambit said.

"Well trying to overthrow the Government must take a lot of time and planning," Molly said sarcastically,
"He probably can't sleep at night."

Gambit bit his lip, hearing an edge to Mollys voice.
"Um...Molly...tell me the truth," Gambit looked her in the eyes, "We saw some things in your head that weren't pretty. If you had Magneto alone, would you try to hurt him?"

"I...I don't know," Molly said, "Maybe some part of me wants to. I guess part of me _does_ if you saw something in my head. I just don't know if I could really do anything to him. If I ever did, I know there wouldn't be any coming back from that. Even if I didn't do something so horrible like kill him,
I couldn't live with myself knowing that I'd done something awful to another person. Sometimes I scare myself.
I really don't know what to tell you Remy. I just hope it doesn't come to that."

"You want to know what I think?" Cyclops said.

"Not really," Remy said dryly.

"I think that there's enough good in you to overcome any wrong desires you might have," Scott said,
"You're a good person, Molly. None of us like what Magneto is doing, that's true, but all of us have been taught by Professor Xavier to treat others with love and kindness, no matter what wrongs they done to us. That's what the school-what the X-Men-are all about."

"I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but that's not very realistic," Remy said, "Any of us could snap. It just depends on what we do in those few seconds between making the choice to do a good thing or a bad thing. Everyone has bad thoughts sometimes, but not everyone does bad things."

"I think you're both right," Molly said, "And I'm sorry if what you all saw in my head scared you Remy. I mean, you were in my subconscious. None of us knew what was in there, least of all me."

"It's okay," Remy said, "I'll get over it. I've been through a lot."

Cyclops started up the jet and they made their way home.
"So what else did you see inside my head? I want to know," Molly smiled excitedly.

"Yes," Scott said, "What else _did_ you see Remy?"

"Lots of doors," Remy said simply.

"Remy," Molly gave him a light shove, laughing.

"I don't like that answer, LeBeau," Scott glared into the rearview mirror.

"What? I saw lots of doors!" Remy protested.

"We are going to have a very _long_ conversation when we get home," Molly growled, reminding Remy of a small angry cat the way her eyes glared through him.

Eventually Molly fell asleep on Remys shoulder in the middle of the ride home. Remy watched her sleep, knowing that he wouldn't let her go off the deep end if he could help it and getting the feeling that Scott had been right. Molly was good. It didn't mean she couldn't do bad things, but that she was simply less likely to, even when under pressure.
Remy was going to be there when Molly needed him, just like he always had been.