Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men:Evolution or it's characters. Just my OC, Molly Callum/Creature and any original characters/background characters that may pop up from time to time.
AN: Warning. Alcohol and drinking mention here.
I don't know what to tell you anymore. In my head, this is kind of filler, because mega super important stuff is on the horizon, but not just yet. Gotta do story 59 first. Hope you see it differently. Enjoy!
"BEEP!"
"BEEP!"
"BEEP!"
"BEEP!"
"Ohhmygawd, make it stop!" The alarm was infuriatingly loud this morning, but that might've had something to do with the fact that Remy had taken advantage of being legal drinking age the night before. He'd had a couple beers with Logan and the guys. He slammed his hand down on the alarm, turning over and cocooning himself back into a sound sleep. It was far from a hangover, but the early morning after drinking wasn't proving to be a pleasant experience.
There was a knock at the door.
"Mmnnh!" Remy groaned, ignoring it, clutching his blankets tighter around him.
Another few knocks. He got up and opened the door.
Kurt, Molly and Kitty were all staring at him expectantly. They were dressed in the usual winter attire of sweaters and gloves.
"What?" Remy said grumpily.
"A 'Good morning' would be nice, " Molly said, "Come on, sleepy head, we're supposed to go do charity work today. The soup kitchen, remember?"
Remy's brain tracked. He vaguely remembered discussing some charity work, but that had been weeks ago. Fortunately, Molly and the others had recovered from being captured after a couple weeks of rest, so they were up and around again. Regular therapy sessions with Jean had helped the most vulnerable younger kids get past the experience and The Mansion attack, and let the older ones deal with it slowly. Remy recalled that the entire student body had gotten roped into volunteering at various venues, which, in Remy's opinion, wasn't so much volunteering as it was free labor. The older teachers all thought it would provide them with a valuable learning experience. Again, Remy's opinion was that a lesson would come better from, say, doing his chores for him. Washing his car, running his errands, organizing his dresser. Same effect, but at least Remy got something out of it. Not that he was a bad person, but if Remy wasn't getting paid, he didn't see much point in doing manual labor. Apparently there was something called "A sense of accomplishment" you felt after doing good for others for free, but Remy didn't quite believe it. (Seriously,
he knew it was a real thing, but he'd never experienced it before.)
"I'm out. Headache," He turned around, beginning to shut the door behind him.
Kurt jammed his foot into the door before Remy could close it completely. "It's non-negotiable mien freund. Everyone's pitching in unless they're on death's doorstep. The Professor said so this morning."
"...I'll meet you downstairs in ten minutes." Remy sighed.
The soup kitchen was in the poorer district of Bayville. The streets were littered and had a few banged up cars that had broken windows. As for the facility, it wasn't exactly new and shiny either, with cracked tile floors, scuffed blue walls and tables and chairs being held together with nothing more than packing tape. There were only two rooms, the cafeteria style dining room and a tiny 10 by 20 kitchen through an open doorway in the back.
The only things that seemed solid and clean in the place were the steel service table, pots and pans, plastic utensils, and Styrofoam bowls fresh out of their packages.
The four of them, plus a few other students, like Sammy and Bobby, stood behind the table after getting instructions. Fill bowls hand, out spoons and crackers, smile and don't hold up the line with chatter. Lastly, seconds were fine, but thirds were against the rules.
People soon piled into the place until the line was out the door. Remy couldn't help but stare. The poor seemed to come from all backgrounds, all ethnicities. Men, women and children came in wearing either tattered clothes or used ones. Some even had no shoes.
They started serving.
"...You're welcome!" Remy heard Molly say. He looked over at her a moment. Of course, she looked beautiful most days, but today Mollys cheeks were flush from the cold and she had a glow about her, being selfless and doing good for others. It made Remy smile, inside and out.
"Keep it going up there!" The head of the Charity shouted.
Remy snapped out of it, shaking his head a little and coming back to reality, quickly pouring out soup again.
After the morning was over with and the clock struck noon, everyone was free to go home. They got into Remy's car.
"Anyone else hungry? I'm ready to eat," Remy said.
"Oh, right, you missed breakfast! Sorry! We're good, but I could go for a hot chocolate," Molly said.
They drove through the freshly paved ice covered roads to the closest restaurant. 'Mike's' the yellow and red sign said.
They settled into a table and ordered hot chocolate and one bacon double cheeseburger.
"Anything else going on today? It's cold enough to freeze coffee out there," Remy quipped.
"Nothing. I'm going home and curling up with several good books," Kitty stretched her arms over her head.
"Sounds good. I think I'll join you," Kurt said.
"Me, Jubilee and some of the other girls were going to browse the thrift stores," Molly said, "Kitty, the invitation is still up for grabs if you want to come."
"Normally, I would, but I just started this really good book," Kitty said, "Next time."
"Hm. Guess I'll have to find my own fun then. After we meet the new doctor, of course." Remy said, eating another few french fries.
The school was scheduled to have a new doctor on the staff, assisting Hank and filling in for him at times. The Professor had left it at that, for a big surprise. They didn't even know if the doctor was going to be male, female or even a mutant!
They left the restaurant after paying, heading for the car. The cold chilled their bones and a breeze whipped against their backs unforgiving-ly. Thank goodness for central heating!
A man in a long, gray wool overcoat bumped against Remy's shoulder suddenly, coming across their path.
"Hey! Watch it!" Remy yelped.
The man paid them no attention and just kept walking.
"That was rude," Kitty stared.
"Some people are just jerks. No way around it," Molly sighed.
"Yeah, I guess so," Remy said, looking on as he opened the driver's side door.