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.

"Rrrgh! It doesn't fit!" Molly said from behind the fitting room door.

They went to one of Bayville's biggest outlet stores to buy some new clothes since their old ones were getting a little worn out. Well that was an understatement. Morphing sometimes took a strain on Mollys clothes and Remy's wardrobe didn't last long with his athletic lifestyle. They were getting holes and tears faster then they could be fixed up.

Remy stood outside the fitting room entrance. Far enough away that he didn't look suspicious since men definitely weren't allowed near the ladies changing room, but close enough to hear each other talk. "Let me see," He said.

Molly came out in a pink blouse. It would've been lovely...if the sleeves didn't end at past her knees.
Remy covered his mouth with his hand to hide a smile. "You can uncover that smile you're hiding. I know it looks ridiculous," Molly said. Remy didn't dare uncover his mouth. "...You do look nice."

"Uh...thanks," Molly said slowly. She went back into the fitting room and changed back into her clothes. So far they'd only come up with three whole outfits each. That would have to be all for the time being. It was getting late, almost dinner time.

They drove home and found forge sitting in the foyer. "Dude, what's up?" Molly fist-bumped him.
"I just wanted to show Kurt how I fixed one of my old inventions. He's not back yet, so I'm waiting," Forge said.

"I'm sure he'll be back very soon," Remy led Molly out of earshot. "Wha-hey! We were talking!" Molly protested.
"I don't trust his little gadgets. They make me nervous," Remy said. "Just because something bad happened a couple times doesn't mean it's going to happen again! Besides...you're just jealous," Molly said with a smirk.

"...That's besides the point," Remy said. He'd never admit he was a little jealous of Molly's camaraderie with Forge. He cupped his hands to her face, "I just don't want anything to happen to you again."

Molly jerked out of the embrace. "I know that, but it's not like he does it on purpose.
Accidents happen."

Remy made a confused face, "You're way too trusting. How did you ever get by in life being so naive all the time. Just because you think his little inventions aren't going to hurt anyone doesn't mean they won't. You need to build up more skepticism.
I mean, that is your big fault any way. You trusted me enough to become friends with me before you knew the first thing about me. You even did it after everyone said you shouldn't."

Molly looked enraged. Remy realized he'd said the wrong thing too late.
"I became friends with you because you were nice and I really liked you a lot.
I really cared about you a lot. I'll _always_ cared about you a lot, but maybe I shouldn't. M-maybe I did trust you too much." Molly ran upstairs to her room crying.

"Wait! I didn't..." Remy ran after her, but she locked her door.

"I'm sorry. That was a stupid thing to say," Remy said.
From outside he could hear her crying. He'd made her cry.
He hated seeing her cry, but he hated it even more when he made her cry.

Remy went back downstairs. "Give her time, she'll be okay," Forge smiled.
Remy just glared at him. "Um, I think I'm just going to use the bathroom," Forge excused himself.

Remy went over and picked up the invention sitting on the bench.
He'd never seen anything like it. "Piece of junk probably doesn't even do anything," Remy said to himself as he picked it up and examined it. He felt his hand bump the switch and the machine suddenly came to life.

ZZAP!

"Uh-oh," Remy looked around him. Things looked hazy and strange.
"This can't be good."

Remy looked around him and saw Forge coming. "Hey Forge..." Remys face fell as Forge walked right through him.

"Well that's not weird," Remy said sarcastically.

Remy went upstairs. He assumed he could walk through walls. He tried it and it worked. He was in Mollys room. She looked so upset, still crying.

"Cherie, I'm _sorry_," Remy tried to hold her, but he couldn't feel anything but static. Apparently she couldn't either. He watched Molly wipe her face and stop crying. She went to her computer and spaced out.
She still looked upset.

"I shouldn't have said all that," Remy said. He watched her. She looked bored and angry all at once as she play Smims. Was she actually making a Remy look alike? And now she was setting him on fire.

And letting him drown.

...Setting him on fire again.

...Burning his house with him inside it.

...Letting him die by cockroaches.

...And drowning him after setting him on fire.

"I am in _so_ much trouble," Remy said to himself.