Disclaimer:I don't own X-Men:Evolution or it's characters, just my OC Molly Callum and any original characters/original background characters that might pop up from time to time.

AN: I can't believe I didn't notice I wrote THREE fics from Remys point of view in a row! I like to see them switched off, but occassionally I don't mind if I mess up and write a couple in a row. However, this oversight annoys me and I'm excited to write for Molly again. I suppose the villians in this story were made as kind of an evil parody version of Wanda and Cosmo from The Fairly Odd Parents. (A show which has sadly jumped the shark!) Or at least inspired by them, probably because I see it all the time on TV nowadays and it all leaked into my writing. They're my "Q" type character. (Q is from Star Trek:TNG, you young whippersnappers! LOL). Oh, and sorry this took so long, I had writers block again and I was really sick all through December! Thanks for reading.

"I can't find it! Where is it?! Where is it?!" Molly was throwing clothes all over her room from her dresser, which looked like a small tornado had gone through it. It was the (too early) morning of the trip to Hawaii. The school had been looking forward to it for weeks. Many of the students were packed and ready to go, except for a few.

"What are you panicking abo-hhgh!" Remy wandered into the room, only to be hit in the face with a bra, one of the straps hanging off his head with half the bra blocking his vision.

"I can't find my wallet," Molly rushed over to him, removing the bra and hastily throwing it back into a dresser drawer.

"Shouldn't it be, you know, in your purse?" Remy said.

"It should be, but I lent Kurt some money, then I put it on my dresser and now it's gone. I looked under the bed and in the dresser and in _everything_," Molly explained.

"Okay, so you looked in everything..." Remy went and moved her dresser over, pulling it out, "What about behind?" He picked the wallet up from the floor and handed it to Molly.

"You're amazing! Thank you!" Molly hugged Remy. Molly put her wallet back in her purse. "Okay, I'm all packed."

They left the room to get on the blackbird, standing around, waiting for several other students to board. "I'm so excited! What are we going to do for a whole week in Hawaii?" Molly smiled.

"Stay away from everyone else," Remy gave her a sultry look, lowering his eyes and pulling her closer by the waist.

"You want to stay away from everyone else? Great," Scott quipped, coming in and putting his bag into the overhead compartment, "We'll all have a fun time without you around, Remy."

Molly couldn't think of a good come-back on Remys behalf, so she settled for just throwing Scott a cutting glare.

Everyone started settling in as more and more students piled onto the plane.

"So, do I get a hint of what your bathing suit looks like?" Remy smiled.

Molly ran her fingers through her hair, flustered. It dumbfounded Molly that Remy actually _desired_ to see her in a bathing suit.
Molly, of course, had been dreading buying one. The whole thing had ended in Kitty dragging Molly to the mall to find something in-between "simply cute" and "disable-Remys-speech-with-hotness". Or at least something covering and not overly sexy.

"Well?" Remy questioned as Molly continued being silent and bashful, "Is it that skimpy that you're leaving it as a surprise?" Remy grinned.

"It's pink and it's fine. Not skimpy," Molly finally spoke, "Unless I want to be confused with a beached whale, skimpy isn't an option." The words were out of her mouth to fast to take back. The look on Remys face was anguished, frustrated and concerned all at once.

"Don't say things like that about yourself," Remy said, "If I could say something like that about me, you'd hate it, so don't put yourself down. It hurts me when you do."

"It really hurts you?" Molly was shocked. She hadn't thought about Remy feeling that way about her negativity aimed at herself.

"Like being burned," Remy said, "If you go on anymore, I swear I'll start voicing every scandalous, arousing, sexy thought about you that goes through my head aloud. If just to convince you that you're not unattractive, gross looking or anything else going through that busy mind of yours."

Molly stared at Remy, hard. "You'd actually do that, wouldn't you?"

"...That shirt looks really tight around your-" Remy grinned, interrupted by Mollys hand over his mouth.

"Point taken," Molly said. There were children present. Remy was _insane_.

"I'd love for my hands to-" Remy wasn't going to give in so easy.

"Remy!" Molly chided.

"If there's turbulence maybe your-" Remy kept going.

"I'll kill you in your sleep," Molly grit her teeth.

"If the plane catches fire and we land on a desert island alone we could really-" Remy said quickly, before Molly started repeatedly hitting him with a small, dense pillow from beneath the seat.

"Shutupshutupshutup already!" Molly shrieked, blushing and laughing, flabbergasted.

There was silence for a few seconds.

"Boobies," Remy smiled.