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.
And I don't own Pepe Le Pew or the little black cat, they're property of Warner Bros company.

AN:I don't know how well this turned out, but I think it lags here and there. Sorry about that.
I was just really wanting to get it finished because it was hard to write. Now since this is my 40th fanfic,
I want to celebrate the milestone. The first five reviewers get their screen names put into my next fanfic. You can write a long review or just say 'Good!', it doesn't matter. If you review, you get in. Thanks and happy reading!


"Molly-No!" Remy yelled, throwing himself in front of her.

It was just another normal day for them. Some crazy guy with a laser thought it would be a great idea to test it out inside the mall. The X-Men had been on it in no time, but they didn't come as prepared as they'd wanted. For instance, they weren't wearing protective gear to get avoid whatever happened to get hit with the laser beam.

ZZZZARP!

Both Molly and Remy felt the extreme heat of the laser hit them. It was painful, but not excruciatingly so.

BOOM! The smoke cleared. Molly looked down to see a huge scorch mark under their feet.
"Oh," She felt herself over, "We managed to live through that one."

"Uh, you sure about that?" Remy motioned to the looks on everyone elses faces. The looks of shock and sudden tears. The looks of disbelief shared by them all, as if the unthinkable had just happened.

"No!" Kitty yelled out, "No! They can't be dead! They can't be dead!"

"Dead?" Molly raised her eyebrows. She felt herself again. She knew she was there, she could see Remy,
though admittedly Molly did finally notice that they both looked a bit...see-through? What?

"Kitty, we're right here," Molly walked up to her friend, "Everything is fine. Really."

Molly was surprised when Kitty just ignored her, going over and sobbing into Kurts arms.
This was not the normal kind of phasing Kitty did, as Kitty hadn't even acknowledged Molly standing there.

"I think something else is going on," Remy said as everyone walked through him one by one.

"Great," Molly rolled her eyes, "Everyone thinks were dead. How else can this day get any worse?"


The two of them piled into the van with everyone else, still able to hang onto solid objects at will.
Though it was awkward, being phase through Bobby and Sam as they rode along. Everyone was so quiet, except for crying.

"Wow," Remy was amazed, "I really didn't think they'd miss me this much."

"Well duh," Molly rolled her eyes, "We were all friends."

"Question is, what did that laser do to us?" Remy wondered, "It reminds me the middle-verse, but something feels different."

"Different how?" Molly asked.

"I'm not sure. Just a feeling," Remy said. He reached out to hold Molly's hand and she gratefully took it.

When they got back, everyone was beside themselves with grief. It tore Molly up to see so sad when the two of them were right there.
"It's alright Petite," Remy soothed, "At least we're together, if nothing else."

Molly hugged him. "There has to be a way out of this. I...I don't want to be trapped like this."

"We won't be," Remy said, "We'll do our best to get out of this mess."

For the first hour, they tried everything. Telepathic messages, power surges, everything.
They figured on using the computer like when Remy had been trapped in the middle-verse, but obviously, everyone was much too upset to use the computer at the moment.

"Let's take a break, eh?" Remy said, putting an arm around Molly's waist, pulling her close.

"Yeah, I guess," Molly said, "The only plus side is that we, uh, have all kinds of privacy now."

"Hmm. I didn't think of that," Remy thoughtfully stroked his chin.

"On the other hand," Molly went on, "I'm sure they're going to be, like planning our funeral and-" Molly stopped, letting out a loud gasp. "Oh! I'm such an _idiot_!"

"Molly, what? Molly, tell me!" Remy grabbed her by the shoulders quickly as he looked into her eyes with great concern. It would have hurt if he had gripped Molly any tighter, having a very firm grip on her as it was.

"M-my family," Molly's voice shook, her eyes growing huge as she stood in Remy's shadow, his larger masculine body protectively holding her in place, "They're going to think I'm dead, Remy! They're...they're going to think I'm dead and they're going to be planning my funeral. Ohh..." Molly felt likes she was gasping for air like a fish out of water, her body suddenly feeling weak with shock as tears ran down her face.

Remy hugged Molly tightly. "Sweetheart, hey, we're going to work as hard as we can to get back. So they aren't going to be grieving for long." Remy wiped away Molly's tears.

"Yes," Molly sniffled, trying to stay calm, "You're right."

The two of them went upstairs to relax in Remy's room for a little while. Things remained untouched for some time, but Molly guessed they would start packing up Remy's and her things soon. Molly curled up against Remy on the bed, enjoying his natural warmth as he lovingly kissed her face in reassurance.

"I am glad that were both together. If I had thought you died, I would have been beside myself with grief, ma tresor," Remy purred, continuing to kiss Molly's face.

"Yeah, likewise," Molly said quietly, still feeling down over everything.

"Come on," Remy smiled, "Don't be so upset. It's like you said. We have privacy for the moment. We have to count the positives."

"Okay, okay," Molly hugged herself against Remy, pulling his hand around her waist, "So a once ladies man like you wouldn't really just jump back into the saddle if I was gone?"

"Cherie, what do you take me for anyway?" Remy rubbed her side, smiling, "I love you so much. I wouldn't be the same man with you gone, my love."

Molly felt her heart pound at Remy's earnestness. She also felt other things.
Like being turned on by such a purely good quality. Molly got closer and started kissing Remy fervently and with buckets of emotion, of passion, for him.

Ever since recovering her memory, she yearned to be with him even more then before,
taking every moment as precious. They stopped to regain their breath, breaking apart but still wrapped up together, close enough to feel the breath of the other on their faces.

"Petite," Remy grinned, stroked her face, touching her lips with his thumb momentarily.

Molly felt her body go wild with the flames of attraction and love.
"I love it when you call me that," Molly said softly.

"I know," Remy leaned down closer, starting to kiss Mollys neck.
They continued making out for a while longer, until getting up.

Molly reached around to hug Remys waist as he sat up in bed, sitting behind him. "Just think, maybe one day, we'll be getting out of bed like this every morning."

"Or perhaphs not getting out of bed at all," Remy turned his head, throwing Molly a flirtatious look.

'Perhaphs without clothes,' Molly couldn't help but suddenly think, a sly grin slipping onto her face. The new feelings about Remy didn't really surprise her. She was 19 and in love with him. To not have such a longing for him in that way wouldn't be natural, she decided, even if feeling that way shocked or overwhelmed her at times.

Molly got out of bed herself, climbing past Remy and kissing him again while he was still sitting and she was standing. "I love you Cherie, but we really should get on out of here and work on some way to get back to normal. Tonight we'll have plenty of time to ourselves," He stroked under her chin, looking deep into her eyes.

"Yes, you're right," Molly said, "You just, you know, make me so happy."

"You make me happy too, Molly," Remy stood up.

They walked back downstairs, glued to each other like usual with Molly hanging off his arm.

"So what's next?" Molly looked up at him when they were in the foyer again.

"I'm not sure," Remy ran a hand through his hair, "It'd be nice if we knew how that laser worked, then we would have some idea how to get back to normal."

"I know. I guess we could go down to the storage room and see if it's down there," Molly said. The X-Men usually confiscated any high tech weaponry used against them. The police just couldn't handle keeping it safe and with the team it was under maximum security.

"Why not," Remy said. They made their way downstairs on foot, eventually getting to the storage room. It was easy enough to walk through solid matter to get to it, now being able to make their bodies tangible or intangible at will, except for anytime someone walked through them of course.
They had tried to tangibly touch their friends, but no matter how hard they tried, it had proved impossible.

Molly looked at the laser. "I wish I knew something about gadgets," She felt around it, guessing she wasn't strong enough to pick up such a big heavy object, "That would make it easier."

Remy picked up the machine, handling it carefully. Molly couldn't help but notice his toned biceps bulge from the strain of heaving up the laser and holding it.
Molly had to get a grip. It was great fun feeling in love, but it had it's place. Now was not the time to just blatantly drool over Remy.
"Well you're the computer nerd, maybe if you play with it, you can figure something out," Remy said.

"Okay, but let's at least take it outside where it can't damage anything in here," Molly said.

They went back up to the backyard, placing the machine on the nearest stone bench. Molly pressed a button. The laser that got them in this mess.
Another button. Stronger laser. The last button seemingly did nothing. "Hmm. Maybe it's incomplete," Molly murmured.

"We should experiment," Remy suggested, "See if it will make other things intangible. Maybe if it got us like this, it can change us back."

Molly nodded. "Aim it at that statue."

Remy aimed it at a nearby statue and Molly pressed the red button.

"Uh, now what?" Molly asked.

"I guess we could carry it inside, then see if it's like us," Remy said, "Then keep working at it and see if it goes back to normal."

"I think I can carry it most of the way as an elephant. Save us some energy," Molly said.

"Go ahead," Remy said, waving her head.

Molly went elephant, lifting the statue and carrying it to the back door without a second thought. Then they tried carrying it inside themselves.

Molly turned into a gorilla, making the move more possible then it would have had she been human. They set the statue down in the middle of the kitchen, then soon enough Remy came back with the laser, setting it on the table.
"Now we just have to wait," Remy said.

They waited and waited. It took over two hours for someone to come into the kitchen. Bobby came in, grabbed a small bottle of juice from the fridge and left. Molly noted the depressed look on his face. "Wow," Molly said, "Bobby misses us too. I didn't think he really cared about me so much. I mean, I guess he admired you, but he and I always seemed to have our ups and downs."

"It's like you said, we were all friends. I don't think anyone isn't effected by our...our absence in some way," Remy said.

"I think I'd like to walk around. Just to, you know, see how everyone is doing," Molly said, "Once we're done here."

"Fine with me," Remy said.

Molly pressed the yellow button and they waited, except it ended with the same result. Jamie came into the kitchen, didn't see the statue and left.

The couple went upstairs and went into the nearest room, which was Sam and Bobby's.
Their beds were across from each other, with a desk next to the door, a window on the far wall and a closet on the right wall with a stereo between the beds. A dresser was on the left side of the room. Sam's side of the room was neater then Bobby's,
with the bed made and clothes picked up, whereas Bobby's side was the opposite.

Bobby was laying on his bed, tossing a ball into the air absent mindedly, while Sam was sitting at the desk writing a letter, probably to his family about what had happened. Molly vaguely recalled that Sam wanted to visit them this month, so he was probably writing to say that he couldn't make it.

"I just don't understand it," Bobby said, "We've been on hundreds of missions, and what takes them out? Some stupid laser thing in, like, two seconds. It must've been powerful too since it took them both out at once like that."

"Yeah," Sam agreed, "Remy tried to block it, but it must've went right through him.
Ah don't understand it either, but sometimes things are like that. We can't figure 'em out and we just have to accept the inevitable, you know?"

"It _sucks_," Bobby said, "But I guess, like, we should at least feel okay that they died together."

"I'm sure they wouldn't have wanted it any other way," Sam said, "They were tighter then two pups in a poke. Crazy about each other."

"Yeah, but you know they got annoying at times too," Bobby finally smirked, "Drove Scott and Logan up the walls. Made the rest of us make fun of them behind their backs."

Molly shook her head, smiling sadly as Remy put an arm around her as she felt despair for her friends, thinking that her and Remy had faced their demise.
"Of course they did."

"What was it you said that one time?" Sam wondered, "That Remy sounded just like Pepe Le Pew?"

"Aw come on homme," Remy murmured softly, as Molly could tell that this was hurting him too.

"Yup," Bobby said, "And Molly was the little black cat." Bobby looked like he was going to cry.

"We'll be okay," Sam said, "Things will get better with time."

Remy and Molly left, going to Jamie's room next.

Jamie was with two of his clones, looking deeply saddened as the three of them sat on Jamie's bed. Jamie on the pillow, and the clones in front of him.

"Remy was gonna teach me how to use a staff," Jamie said with a frowned.

"Maybe we could teach each other," his clone said.

"No. That's no fun," Jamie said.

"Molly was nice," His other clone said.

"Molly made us cupcakes," Jamie remembered.

"Remy didn't treat us like kids," A clone said.

"Not all the time anyway," The other clone remarked.

Suddenly Jamie made his clones disappear, probably wanting to be alone. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he brought his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms around his legs. "I'll miss them," Jamie said hoarsely.

"Oh Jamie," Molly sighed, feeling like crying herself. She sat in front of him and sweetly kissed his forehead, touching his cheek even though the boy could feel nothing.

"It's okay little man," Remy said, even though they both knew it was pointless to talk to anyone, touching Jamies head, "When we get back, I'll teach you how to throw cards and use a staff just like all the best of them."

The two of them continued to go from room to room, seeing Remy had been right in his assumption. Their absence had left no one unaffected, not even the seemingly cold Laura Kinney, more commonly known as X-23,
who just sat angrily looking out the window in silence, looking like she had been crying a little in the privacy of her room. Neither Molly nor Remy had spent much time with the girl, so it baffled them as to why their loss would hurt her in such a way.

"Maybe because she hasn't lost a lot of people, even if she didn't know us very well,
it hurts her since it's so sudden. She's probably never had to deal with grief before," Remy said.

"I guess not. When this is over, we should, uh, get to know her better. I feel bad that we haven't. I think we get, well, we get a little too wrapped up with each other sometimes.
We forget that other people live here too, I swear," Molly laughed a little.

"We do, I agree," Remy was serious, "It's nice being in a relationship, but everyone around here deserves our friendship too. I see that now."

They went to Kitty and Rogue's room where Jean, Amara and some of the other girls had gathered.
Kitty looked sick and cried out, with dark circles under her eyes as Jean held her in a hug.
Even Rogue looked sad, but that wasn't much of a surprise since Remy and her had gotten close.
The rest of the girls sat in chairs or on the floor.

"How are we going to deal with this?" Jubilee wondered, "They're gone. We've never had anyone around here just die before. I mean, I know we've had times we thought the worst, but this time it really happened."

"We'll be alright," Rahne said, "Life goes on. We've been through a lot lately and if we can get through that, we can get through this too. The best we can do is remember them, that's all."

"That's right," Jean said, "It's what they would want."

"What we want is for you to figure out THAT WE'RE NOT DEEEAAAD!" Molly yelled, arms out, an explosion of emotion.

"Easy honey," Remy leaned down to Molly as he stood beside her, "We'll keep working on it tomorrow."

"Yeah, sure," Molly held a hand to her face, "Come on, let's go see what the teachers are doing."

They walked a little ways down to the Professor's study. The Professor was home again, but still held up in bed resting a lot. In the study, they found Ororo and Hank sitting down.
Ororo behind the desk and Hank on the small couch. They both had tea. Ororo was signing papers. Molly went around to the desk.

"Oh! Remy look! Our..." Molly swallowed, "Our death certificates."
Remy quickly made his way to the desk.

"Dieu. That was fast," Remy said, staring at the papers.

"They were so young," Ororo said, staring into her mug.

"Yes," Hank sighed, "We will remember them well and fondly. Any word from Scott and Logan?"

"They left for Nevada right away," Ororo said, "It may take some time before they get back. We've never had to deal with such an...issue...like this before."

"I wonder if Logan was the right choice to send," Hank pondered.

"Logan is gruff, but he knows how to break bad news to people," Ororo said, "He was the right choice."

As they spoke, Molly started crying again. Remy held her close as she cried hard, her throat getting sore, her face wet with tears.

"What did the professor say about trying to contact Remy's, er, family?" Hank asked.

"He said we have to find them first," Ororo said, "It seems they've gone out of town again, but the Professor believes that it's best we get in contact them as well. Even if Remy wasn't on the best of terms with them."

"Not that they'd care," Remy said quietly.

"You really think they wouldn't care?" Molly said hoarsely, still crying.

"Probably not. At least your family will miss you," Remy stroked at Molly's face, "We're so opposite in that way, but I'm just glad everyone here does miss me."

Molly snuggled into Remy's chest, trying to stop crying, but it was hard. Her nose was starting to run. "I think I've got some tissue in one of my pockets...somewhere," Remy reached to his uniform's black belt with the small pockets, checking each one until he came across the small packet of tissues in one. he took it out and handed it to Molly.

"Thank you," Molly looked up at him, then wiping her face, finally calming down a little,
"I guess I have to wonder what my family is going to do. Stay there and have something for me or maybe come out here. It would be nice to see them again...maybe. I guess. I don't know if I could handle it, seeing them distraught over me though."

"We'll just have to wait and see I suppose," Remy said.

They checked on the Professor, who was sound asleep, still recovering.
They then went to Molly's room, sitting on the bed, then laying, relaxed and tired from the days events.

"Feeling better now, ma belle ange?" Remy held Molly's chin, kissing her forehead.

"A bit better. Just gotta relax a while. Try to forget. Get my mind off of things," Molly moved around a little, wiggling to get comfortable, finally settling into a pillow as Remy lay on his side, propped on his arm, leaned over her, face-to-face.

"We probably won't need to eat or sleep if this is anything like being stuck in the middle-verse," Remy said

"Maybe, but I still feel tired anyway," Molly said, "But I do like snuggling like this.
Even though things are so, you know, bad otherwise."

"Shh," Remy stroked her hair, "Don't think about it now. Just relax."
Remy didn't start kissing her, just letting Molly stay calm for the moment.
Remy got up, taking off most of his uniform's accessories, including his coat and boots,
getting comfortable as he then stretched.

"It's a shame we don't have anything to sleep in," Remy said, "Well, I'll probably be sleeping in my underwear anyway." He turned back to Molly with a flirtatious grin.

"Of course," Molly said, getting up and taking off her own belt, boots and gloves,
annoyed that she was trapped wearing spandex. Remy's uniform was cotton and looked so much more comfortable. Molly unzipped her uniform a little to allow her skin to breath.

"Cherie?" Remy raised his eyebrows at her action.

"It's not for you," Molly tilted her head, rolling her eyes, "I'm just trying to get comfy. I'd take this thing off if I could, believe me. It's not meant to be worn for hours."

"Fine with me," Remy smirked, licking his lips, eyeing Molly with a playful, yet not entirely serious lust in his red eyes.

Molly snuggled back into the bed, soon near Remy again.
"You're such a pain sometimes," Molly smiled, running her fingers through his hair.
Molly started kissing Remy. She started getting close to him, their torsos brushing up against each other. Things weren't becoming heated, but instead were quite calm,
so it was embarrassing when Molly's zipper suddenly slid down further, probably from her moving around or otherwise. It had slid down much more then she'd ever be comfortable with, exposing a lot of skin to Remy's eyes, and partially some of her bra.

"Uh, Cherie?" Remy smiled, his eyes darting back and forth to Molly, then away again.

Molly looked down, grabbing the uniform shut and zipping it back up as fast as she could, blushing.

"Don't be embarrassed," Remy said, "You have a beautiful...healthy...curvy...mmm...sexy, stunning body," Remy was practically drooling, his hands wandering to hold her waist.

"R-Remy," Molly continued to blush, "Seriously, calm down!"

"I'm sorry, but you have to admit, you don't usually show that much skin. So you'll have to forgive me if it incites cravings in me. Makes me more, uh, open about how I feel about you. Your body," Remy sat up, still staring at Molly.

"It's nice," Molly admitted, "And I appreciate it, but, uh, you know."

"Yeah, I know," Remy touched her head, "So what do I have to do for a peek again?"

"Oh shut-up," Molly threw a pillow at him, "Though I wonder, if we can touch objects, maybe the same goes for clothes?"

Molly went over to the dresser and managed to open it, taking out her pajamas.
"I think we're good then," Molly smiled.

"So maybe I can get another peek?" Remy smirked.

"Door's that way Remy," Molly pointed, dead-pan.

"Ange, you know how to torture a man," Remy said, leaving.

A while later, Molly went to Remy's room, seeing as how he went to his own room to change clothes. Just as Molly was about to knock, Remy opened the door.

Upon sight of Molly, Remy stared a moment, then he smiled.
Molly was wearing a comfortable looking pair of lavendar colored pajamas with see through sleeves and long pants. The front had a little white ribbon strung through the collar with a bow in the middle, cute and feminine.

"How's this for torture?" Molly smirked.
Molly took a spot on the floor, trying to look flirtatious, batting her eyes and fluffing her hair.
"It's cute, but torture would be you in something red and slinky," Remy smirked, sitting next to her.

"I thought about wearing my pink cami, but I thought that would be over doing it," Molly said.

"I wouldn't have minded it," Remy said.

"Well, this is velvet. I thought that might, uh, be nice for you to touch," Molly felt embarrassment.

"Mm-hmm," Remy put a hand on her knee, then upward, leaving it on her waist as he started kissing her.

They kept it light, as Remy seemed to enjoy the sight of Molly more then just having fun.

"I have to admit," He smiled as they relaxed a moment, "This is more brave then you usually are with me."

"Well," Molly smiled bashfully, "I figure we know how we feel about each other and we're in a bad situation. And, well, we could never do this otherwise, so why not take advantage of things?"

"I think being in love is making you more bold," Remy said, touching her arm,
"A few months ago, you never would have done this."

"Probably not," Molly laughed, "Better enjoy it, because we won't have another time like this."

"No," Remy agreed, going in to kiss her again.