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.

AN: Here's a dramatic story that just seemed to write itself.
I know I don't usually write drama, but it was pretty fun and different this time around and makes the series as a whole more interesting then having the fluffy and funny stuff all the time.
There are...heavy implications...of intimacy betweeen two people here and there and mentions of "purity", but, as usual, nothing too bad.
Mostly just Remys thoughts and feelings in a non-graphic, almost harmless way.
I just feel required to write out warnings in case anyone wants to skip that stuff (Though I wouldn't know why since it's nothing detailed.) Okay, on with the show!


"So what pocket are you keeping your cards in when you're not wearing your trench coat?" Molly looked flirtatiously at Remy as they sat on the couch. She was slowly but surely getting better at flirting.

"I'll never tell," He smiled, leaning away. Molly got closer and closer until she was leaning over him and he was on his back.

"Tell me!"

"No!"

"Just tell me!"

"You have to kiss me first," He smiled.

They were kissing and giggling, eventually somehow they ended up sitting on the floor together. Remy wrapped his arms around her, kissing Molly a great deal and anticipating a nice, slow impromptu make-out session. "Mmm...I love you so much Molly. So much," Remy spoke softly, enjoying kissing her.

Unfortunately, the happy moment didn't last long.
"Cajun, phone for you," Logan came into the room. Logans protective glare didn't dampen Remys mood, but Molly quickly made it back to the couch trying to straighted out her hair while taking an extreme intrest in the stitching on the rug.

Remy took the phone out into the hallway. He didn't usually get phone calls since he had no real family, so it had to be something bad or something important for someone to ever call him.
"Hello?" Remy answered.

"This is Marcus Adair. Do you remember me, Mister LeBeau?" the voice on the other end asked.

A chill went up Remys spine. Marcus Adair was an important man.
Important, as in dangerous. Someone you didn't say no to. Someone you didn't ever blow off.

"I remember you," Remy said.

'I thought you were dead,' Remy said silently.
The rumor mill in New Orleans said Marcus Adair had died in prison.
Remy knew that whatever he wanted, it wasn't going to be easy.

"As I recall, you have a debt to pay," Marcus' voice was slimy, even over the phone.

"I paid it, we're done," Remy said. Remy had done some work for him back in the day. Not by choice. It was a "family thing".

"You're family paid their debt. Your father had you put under a contract to round it all out since he did owe me personally. I had such a hard time finding you, it was almost impossible. You have been very busy," Marcus said.

Remy wanted to scream. He wanted to go tell his father off a million times for getting Remy mixed up with this sadistic person.

"If my...if Jean-luc got me involved in this, then he can settle it with you. I've been done with stealing for a long time," Remy said.
Remy hoped this would clear him, but he strongly doubted it.

"Even if he were available, I would still want you. It seems Jean-luc and the rest of the guild took a little vacation.
They're off the grid. You're the best and that's what I want.
The best," Marcus would not be denied.

"I'll come down and see what I can do. When do you want to meet?" Remy asked.

Marcus gave him a time frame. Remy got a generous two days to meet him.
"Understand, boy, that if you don't meet me I will come to meet you and it will _not_ end _well_," Marcus said.

"I understand. I'll be there," Remy said.

Remy went and sat back down on the couch, leaning back and staring up at the ceiling.

"Whatever it is, I'm here for you," a voice said.

"AHHHH!" Remy jumped, then looking at Molly. He'd forgotten all about her.
Molly jumped in response, but also became covered in the fur of a mouse and shrinking about three feet.

"Oh, um, sorry petite," Remy said as he stared at her as she changed back.
"You're really upset huh?" she snuggled up to him.

"That's an understatement," Remy said.
They just stared at each other.

"Well are you going to tell me what's going on or not?" Molly said.

Remy didn't meet her intense gaze. He knew there was a possibility that he might not come out of this situation alive.

"I don't think-" He started to say, but Molly just cut him off.

"No! We have no secrets now. I don't care what it is. If it's that horrible, then I _need_ to know.
I just...I care about you a lot and I don't want to see anything bad happen to you. You're my boyfriend. My first _real_ boyfriend. So just tell me what it is, okay?" Molly said.

Remy felt more awful then he had when he got off the phone. How could he leave Molly?
If he didn't...but he couldn't stay either.

"It's a long story," Remy took her hand and squeezed it, "When I was in the thieved guild,
sometimes we got mixed up with some very unsavory people. Mobs and things.
We got involved with a man named Marcus Adair. He was very powerful, very dangerous.
We were indebted to him and we paid it, but I didn't know that my dad had put me under a contract with Marcus. when I joined Magneto, Marcus lost track of me. Today he found me and now I have two days to get back to New Orleans and figure a way out of this mess. Otherwise...otherwise Marcus will bring his men and come and kill me."

Molly grit her teeth, getting very angry. She was also trying not to cry because, no matter how invincible the X-Men seemed at times, she couldn't stand the thought of Remy dead or someone coming to kill him.
"We're not going to let him do that. You can stay here. We'll protect you. I'll protect you."
She wiped the tears out of her eyes and composed herself again.

"I'm sorry, but it doesn't work that way," Remy apologized, "When he comes for you, he doesn't just kill you with a gun or break into your house. It could be poison when we're out to lunch or a needle on the gear shift in my motorcycle. Even with telepaths around, we're outmatched.
So I have to go dig myself out of this."

"Well I'm going with you then," Molly announced, taking a standing position. Remys heart froze.

"You're not. Never!" Remy lept off the couch, "I'm never going to endanger you like that. Going up against Magneto is one thing, but in comparison, Magneto is an intellectual ant.
He doesn't even have the capacity for evil-the history-that Marcus has."

"Even if you say no, I'd still find a way to go. I've been practicing turning into bugs lately, and if I pace myself, I can still do that giant Spinosaurus morph.
Come on. How's that guy going to hurt me if I can turn into the biggest carnivorous dinosaur ever!" Molly was too optimistic. Of all the times she picked to be optimistic!

Remy just glared at her for a moment. Glaring at her from overhead.
She was so weak in her normal body, in a situation like this it bothered Remy greatly.
He could rely on his smarts and his training in a dangerous situation.
All Molly had were her powers and a little bit of hand-to-hand training that she never used.
She relied more on her powers then her normal body then he did. Seriously, she was a _girl_.
Girls weren't usually built to fight off attackers, even if they knew how to. Remy doubted Molly could without using her powers. He didn't want anything to happen to her either.
The thought terrified him.

"You don't understand," Remy said.

"Yes I do understand," Molly said, "I understand that if you don't go, you die. If you go, you have to figure how to get out of this on your own and you won't have any back up. Even if I've never met this Marcus guy,
I understand that he's very dangerous. Danger is danger Remy, no matter how evil the person we're going up against is. We face it all the time. I want to be there with you. Maybe I can help. Please just let me go with you."

"...You're going to stay in morph as much as you can. I don't care if you have to pretend to be my dog. If Marcus sees you, he might think I'm trying to pull something and then you'd get hurt for sure," Remy said. There was no way to deter Molly. He knew she'd just sneak out with him somehow, so better she know everything up front.

"No problem," Molly said.

"You don't talk to anyone-no one at all-and you don't know me," Remy said.

"Yes sir," Molly said seriously.
Marcus had people working for him everywhere. The slightest connection to Remy would put Molly in the crossfire.

"We'll have to share a room, but you can take the bed," Remy said.

"Okay. Um, that just made me realize something," Molly said.

"What?" Remy asked.

"How are we going to get out of here to do this dangerous mission _together_? Legitimately," Molly looked a bit embarrassed.
Boys and girls didn't go on long distance trips outside the institute without chaperones unless they were of a certain age. By legitimately, Molly meant she wasn't going to lie to get out of it.

"I'll think of something. In a situation this bad, I'm sure the Professor would make a little exception," Remy said.

"...And Logan would probably do unspeakable things to you before he let us go off in a situation where we had to be sharing a room together!" Molly said brightly,
feigning cheerfulness and being a bit sarcastic as she smiled.

Remy bent down at the waist to look Molly in the eyes. He took her face into his hands,
tipping her head up. "You let me worry about Logan. Now listen to me carefully," Remys heart was in his throat and he felt like he might cry, but he was too strong to really give into tears, "If anything happens to me, don't be angry.
Don't try to avenge me or something. Even if it might happen that I die in your arms or alone,
I just want you to get back to the Institute. Then live life. Whatever happens, be strong."

"Remy, shut-up. Don't talk like that," Molly frowned, "You're going to get out of this alive. I'm making sure of that. B-because one day I want us to get married and live happily ever after.
I want us to have our happy ending."