Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men:Evolution, The X-Men comics series or any of Marvel's characters. Just my OC, Molly Callum/Creature and any original characters/background characters that may pop up from time to time.

Molly woke up. Another empty hallway, but there was only one door ahead of her. She took a breath and opened it.

Stepping inside, it was pitch black dark. The light slowly became brighter. Molly tilted her head, swallowing hard.

Ahead of her the layout was like a massive Arabian tent, with pillows in warm red and yellows and deep brown colors. The floor was reddish-brown. There were tassels hanging from the ceiling and a few pink and yellow lanterns glowing romantically. Soft music was playing from somewhere, a relaxing tune. The air smelled like flowers and exotic spices. But the setting wasn't important.

There were hundreds of Remy staring back at her. Sitting (on red, brown and yellow pillows), standing, playing cards, milling about with their staffs, but all (red on black) eyes were on her. It was overwhelming and absolutely insane. Also, nerve wracking. Okay, Molly could protect herself, but would she have to kill all these figures if things went sideways? And worse, was the real Remy in this crowd somewhere?

"I think...I think I had a dream like this once," Molly tried to be brave. She started walking through the throng.

"En'chante Cherie,"

"Hello Molly,"

"Love you, Molly,"

"You look more than beautiful today,"

"Do you have any idea what you do to me?"

"You're _wearing_ that uniform, Petite. Gorgeous."

"Nice butt."

Whistles and stares continuously followed Molly. It suddenly struck her that she was walking ahead with no plan in mind, and no idea of what the challenge was here. What Mojo's game was.

She turned around.
"Okay, uh, boys. Why am I here? What's the point? I don't seem to be in danger and the cat-calling is nice, but there has to be some point to this." Molly put her hands on her hips.

One Remy stepped forward.
"The point is, you've been working too hard, Cherie. We're here to serve you. Put your feet up.
Relax. We won't hurt you, we just want you to feel appreciated and loved."

Molly was led to sit on a feather-soft throne that had just appeared, decked out in gold framing and a red seat.
One Remy rubbed her neck and two were on either side of her, fanning Molly with actual palm leaves. Yet another had taken off her boots and was gladly rubbing her sock covered feet.

"I'm appreciated and loved all the time!" Molly shooed away the neck rubbing Remy, "I've got a happy, comfortable life. Not much to complain about." She quickly put her boots back on.

"Really? Are you sure? What about last week?" The lead Remy looked concerned.

A screen popped up out of nowhere.

It was last week from an outside perspective. Molly remembered the moment.
Remy and she had gone to the drugstore because Molly's allergies had been extra horrific that morning and she'd been sneezing like crazy, somehow, in the middle of winter.

"Remyyyyyy! *sniffle* That's not the right one. I need extra-strength," Molly looked at him with red eyes and an equally red stuffy nose.

"I showed you five already, hon. What? Do I need to show you twelve more before we find the right one?!" Remy snapped uncharacteristically.

"You don't have to snap at me!" Molly looked hurt.

"Sorry. Long night. Too much work lately. I'll keep looking," Remy sighed.

The moment ended.

"See? Why deal with a jerk like that when you can have all of us looking after you instead?
We're not overworked and stressed out. We're devoted to your happiness, Molly," Lead Remy tenderly held her face.

Molly was seduced, but only for a second.
"...No!" She stood up vehemently, feeling rage, "Remy-the real one-isn't a jerk! He's only human.
He gets tired and loses sleep just like everyone else. A relationship isn't perfect. I've been sarcastic and snippy with him more times than I can count. If he gets upset with me once or twice, it's okay because I understand and we make up later. Nothing you can do can make me stay here. I'm gone."

Molly stepped forward, but suddenly a glass tube came up from the floor encasing her.
"Hey!"

"Sorry, Cherie, but you're ours or you're no ones." Lead Remy smiled wickedly.

Suddenly there was a clapping behind them all, near the door. The Remy's parted, making way for the real Remy. Or at least, Molly _hoped_ it was the real one. "Quite a performance, but there can only be one Remy LeBeau in Molly's life, and that's me."

"Wait! This could be another trick. Prove it. Prove it to me before you rescue me," Molly demanded, putting her hands against the cold,
hard glass.

"Your first dog was named Buttercup, you have a skintag on your right under arm, when you were little you thought Elvis' real name was 'The King', and you absolutely hate it when I tickle your neck," Remy said.

"Okay, great, but there should be something to distinguish you from the rest of these copies," Molly said.

"I already thought of that," Remy held up his right hand. He'd charged an 'M' shape into the palm of his glove, "I am, and always will be, yours, Cherie."

"Enough sentiment," Lead Remy spat, eyes glowing angrily, "Let's get him!"

Molly had to watch helplessly as Remy fought the troupe of himself alone. She kept hoping for the X-Men to show up, but to no avail. Worse, the copies fought dirty, kicking and scratching, but Remy knew how to fight dirty too and wasn't afraid to give it right back.

BOOM! BOOM!
Cards exploded, knocking the men back to the floor, out cold after hitting it hard.

The ones that had avoided the blast looked worriedly at each other.
"Aw, yes! They don't have powers!" Molly banged a fist against the glass, smiling huge.

Remy crouched to the ground.
"Brace yourself, love. This is going to be rough."

Remy charged up the entire floor under them, except for a bubble of kinetic energy around himself.
Molly would have to take the brunt of the blast since Remy hadn't learned how to extend the bubble yet and her tube went up to the tent's top. Molly wrapped her arms around herself, watching the floor glow yellow...

SEEWWWWW...BUHhhh-BHOOOOOM!

The floor went up in pieces and came down in rubble. Likewise, the horde of Remy' went up and came down, with boulders and rocks falling on top of them. Molly looked closer. Gears and circuits poked out of their arms. Robots! They were only robots.

...Thank goodness. Molly wasn't sure if Remy could have lived with himself if he'd taken multiple lives. Likewise,
her guilt would've been just as bad.

Remy turned around, carving a hole into the tube with his powers. It was a weak charge, after using that much kinetic energy,
but it worked, as Molly kicked out the glass, quickly grabbing Remy into a big hug.

"Are you alright?" Remy demanded, placing his hands on her shoulders, looking into her eyes.

"I'm alright. A little weirded out though. There's only one you for me. You're all I need, Remy."

"Same here. They put me through the same test. Gotta say, I didn't hate it, but, ah, it was overwhelming being faced with hundreds of you. All that beauty...the bodies..." Remy's eyes glazed over.

"Oh jee, I guess one of us kept their dignity intact!" Molly fumed, fists balled. She could just imagine how Remy's hormones had gotten the better of him in a room full of her.

"Calm down. I kept my hands to myself," Remy held up his hands, the 'M' showing on his hand, to Molly's eternal relief. (Not that she hadn't already checked, however, but one could never be too careful in this maze.)

"Did _they_?!" Molly scoffed.

"Uhhh..." Remy looked embarrassed, eyes darting to the floor.

"Remy. What. Did. They. Do?" Molly demanded.

"Come on, Cherie. It was a bunch of robots. Who cares if they, uh, ran their hands over me and were wearing only bathing suits and suntan lotion?"

"WHAT?!" Molly exploded.

"Molly, don't get angry. It doesn't mean anything. Things looked pretty comfortable here until I showed up. A Throne? Palm leaves? And I'm not mad." Remy emphatically put his hands on his chest.

"Okay, but bathing suits and suntan lotion? Mojo can read us all like books apparently," Molly said, "Uh, just how skimpy were those bathing suits?"

"Skimpy enough," Remy smirked, "Let's just say your copies didn't have your inhibitions. Let's go. We're wasting time."

AN: Yes, I kinda lifted that scene from the hundreds of Fluttershy one in My Little Pony. Looked fun.
And who wouldn't want hundreds of Remy's at their beck and call? XD