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 noticed I haven't posted a story since January, and for that I'm truly sorry! Inspiration was in short supply as writer's block struck very hard, plus life just got busy. I'll try to get the next story out a bit sooner and just do my best.
This plot was fun to write. I'm not _hugely_ into following celebrities (really, there's only a few I like at a time), but if you've seen me online before, I've had my various fangirling obsessions. (From my avatar, my current one is Brett Dalton playing Grant Ward on Agents of Shield.) I always knew I wanted to work my little creations of Max Vinettie (a combination of Tom Welling, Milo Ventigmilia, Taylor Kitsch and Brett Dalton) and Jessica Karaba (my universe' Jessica Alba because guys drool over her I guess) into a story, but I was never sure quite how to do so while keeping it interesting. Somehow I got to thinking about the Brood from the original series and that was my ace in the hole. I hope this came out good and that you all like it.
I updated the disclaimer a bit for rule reasons. I don't know if self-inserts are "okay" on FFN or not (the rules say no writing about real people, but Molly is not a real person in reality, so it's probably fine). Molly is more of an OC in that she's younger and different than I am, though still my self-insert to me, so for safety reasons, I'd rather call her that. Thanks for reading and please review.
Remy noticed Molly starting laundry from several yards away. He masterfully snuck around all the furniture and behind the few support beams, hiding out of the corner of her eyes, ending up grabbing her around the waist from behind, pulling her against him. Molly let out a small gasp of fear, obviously surprised.
"Gotcha!" He exclaimed with a smirk.
"Thanks for scaring me half to death!" Molly squirmed animatedly and Remy decided to let her go.
"You take things too seriously," Remy said, subtly eyeing Mollys laundry basket for undergarments. There were none, so he not-so-subtly stared at her body instead.
"You're too quiet. Too sneaky," Molly retorted, going back to her laundry.
Remy rolled his eyes, leaning against the wall. He used to be a thief, what did she expect?
"Want some help?" Remy smirked.
"It's laundry," Molly gave him a dry look.
"No, I meant your lips. They look lonely," Remy bent down for a kiss, putting one hand on Mollys back and the other on her neck.
"Come on," Molly ducked out of his hold, "I've got to finish this. Would you want me to go around in just my underwear?-Wait, don't answer that."
Remy licked his lips, biting his lower lip a little as his eyes went to the floor."Cherie, you're making my mind race, even if you're not aiming to. And I need an outlet for all those racing thoughts."
"Go wait for me at the gazebo and I'll be up in a minute," Molly smiled slowly.
Remy grabbed Molly, kissing her again. "Vou sont en ange, ma amour!" He said with flourish, then practically racing downstairs and out to the gazebo.
Remy sat down and impatiently started waiting. He fidgeted, bouncing his left knee as he enjoyed the cold ocean air blowing through his hair from below.
"BAMF"
"Kurt," Remy said, trying not to sound unwelcoming or irritated.
"Spending some time alone thinking?" Kurt smiled.
"No," Remy said, "I was just waiting for Molly."
Waiting for Molly so that they could enjoy the privacy of the gazebo. The mansion was always so horrendously busy.
"Oh. Okay," Kurt smiled.
"Why are you out here?" Remy ventured to ask.
"I just wanted some peace and quiet, but I'll leave you two alone," Kurt smiled, walking off into the nearby woods.
"What was that all about?" Molly wondered, coming up to Remy.
"Nothing," Remy said, "Except he actually learned to not be annoying and leave well enough alone for once. I think he's growing up." The two stared off as Kurt went deeper and deeper into the brush.
Remy snapped out of it and pulled Molly to the seat. He reached out and started playing with her hair, getting comfortable as he started kissing Molly. Pulling her closer from the waist with one hand, feeling her hands hold his face.
"Mmmrgrmmyy?" Molly tried talking, then pulling away, "Remy?"
"Mmm?" Remy reluctantly stopped kissing to look at Molly, "Yes, ma couer?"
"Are you feeling okay?" Molly looked concerned.
"After what's been going on, I've never felt better," Remy smiled, "Why?"
"Um, well, you know, we've got the trip coming up next month and I just want to make sure you're feeling okay," Molly explained. Next month was their much anticipated trip to Hawaii and all the kids were looking forward to prospect of a well deserved vacation.
"I'm fine. I'm more inclined to worry about you," Remy held Molly's face. After getting back to her normal age, Remy did have to wonder if anything worse was going to happen to her next.
"I'm okay. I know what you mean though," Molly fussed with her hair, straightening it out with her hands from side to side, "I just want to stay out of trouble this week. That's all."
"I want that too, but you know how it is. Trouble seems to follow us all the time," Remy said.
There was a long pause as they looked around for a few moments, both of them concerned that _something_ might happen in the next few seconds from out of nowhere.
"...Let's not let silly thoughts ruin the moment and get back to making-out, eh?" Remy smiled, holding Molly's face and quickly getting back to kissing.
The couple got back to the mansion, hanging all over each other (arm in arm to be precise), with endless smiles. They entered the back through the kitchen.
"Something smells good," Molly sniffed at the air as they went inside.
"Better then good. Smells like fried chicken!" Remys eyes lit up like when he saw Molly first thing in the morning.
Molly made a grossed out face. "Ick. I never liked chicken."
"Well Ah'm not making it for you," Rogue said over the stove, "Peter and I are going on a picnic."
"So...a date," Remy smirked, eyes sparkling for a new reason now.
"Not a date," Rogue insisted, "Just a little lunch. The guy's never had fried chicken, can you believe it?" Rogue actually smiled a little.
Molly's eyes widened. "Holy crap, she's smiling!-Woah!" Molly backed up from a playful swing to the head from Rogue.
"Ah've got a lot of stuff to do, so y'all just go back to what you were doing," Rogue pointed them out of the kitchen.
Molly rolled her eyes, "Fine.-Youguyshavefunonyourdate!" Molly rushed out of the kitchen at top speed as a cheetah before Rogue could get at her again.
In the foyer, Remy got his car keys off the key rack. "Petite, you're going to end up knocked out one of these days if you keep provoking her like that."
"Aw, it's all in good fun" Molly said after changing back, "So where are we going?" Molly eyed the car keys with interest.
"The store. Not to upset you, but I really want to make some chicken," Remy said, having mixed feelings over cooking something Molly detested eating.
"You're not upsetting me. We both accepted a long time ago that you eat meat and I don't. It's fine," Molly said, "Let's go."
The two wandered the store after getting the ingredients for chicken and some things for Molly to eat. It was enjoyable getting some extended time alone, even if they were in a public place and couldn't be hanging all over each other...too much.
"Love, you're too much," Remy smirked after kissing Molly, who was standing on top of a crate of canned goods.
"Well when there's no place to sit, you have to improvise. And I like staring into your eyes rather then into your chest," Molly purred.
"Miss, I need to finish unpacking..." The stock boy came back from his break.
"Ah, right, sorry man," Molly smiled with a wave, hopping off of the stack of boxes.
Molly and Remy kept walking around the store.
They turned the corner and Remy something unusual. It was a man and a woman, dressed in clothes too sophisticated for grocery shopping. The woman had a notepad and a tape recorder sticking out of her purse. The man kept looking around the grocery store like he was casing the place. Were they planning to rob it?
Why would anyone want to rob a grocery store? Remy raised an eyebrow.
"Psst! Check it out," Remy pointed out the two people to Molly, "What are they doing?"
Molly shrugged her hands up, "No clue. Guess we could go ask them."
"No, that might be-Molly! Molly!" Remy couldn't stop her as she just wandered off like it was no big deal. Over the past two years, had she learned nothing?!
Remy grit his teeth, rushing to catch up to her. He got to the end of the aisle just in time to hear Molly shout, "ARE YOU SERIOUS?!"
"What's going on?" Remy asked her. Apparently the pair wasn't up to any illegal activities if Molly was that ecstatic looking.
"They're filming a movie here in Bayville!" Molly looked excited, "They've already got things set up downtown. I'm surprised we didn't hear about it sooner."
"Huh," Remy said, "Never seen a movie set before. We'll have to go check it out later."
"Thanks, sounds fun," Molly waved to the two people, then pulling Remy away.
"What do you say about us sneaking onto the set later to get a closer look?" Molly looked downright mischievous. Remy liked seeing this side of her.
"_You_ want to sneak onto the set? Really?" Remy said.
"Well I've got powers for a reason," Molly laughed, "No use having them if I can't have fun with them sometimes!"
"Good point," Remy smiled. They left for home.