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: I have no idea how this turned out. Hopefully you guys enjoy it. I've had this plot in mind prettymuch since I started the series, so I just had to write it. First it was to show that Molly isn't a Mary-Sue, but now that it's done it was just for fun. I lifted one of my favorite scenes from the movie 'A Walk To Remember', so if it looks familiar, that's why.
Happy reading and please review if you get the chance.
Um, hope Remy didn't revert into Super Doting Boyfriend in this story. I tried to avoid that. I think I succeeded...? Oh, and I'm really sorry it took so long to get this one out. I've been sick off and on since december, so that's why. I'm still sick even now, but I'll get better at some point. (I have bronchitis. Oh joy.)


Remy was sleeping soundly alone in the hotel room. He and Molly had both gotten in at dawn that morning after a night of genuine quality time and a little making-out. Since they had gotten in late, everyone else had left them early and let them sleep in their separate rooms.

Remy woke up and looked at the clock, bleary eyed. Two in the afternoon. Wow. A night well spent, he realized remembering kissing Molly; looking down into her eyes and feeling like the happiest man alive. They spent hours talking. Teasing her, laughing with her, being happy over the fact that Molly now loved him in return and taking it in stride as she said over and over (and over) again of how she couldn't believe it-that she loved him now. That she _was_ in _love_, period.

"Of course you love me," Remy remembered saying, "It is _me_ we're talking about. It was bound to happen sooner or later. I love myself. Women love me. So you do too now."
Then Molly playfully hit him in the arm, ending up in another make-out session.

"Remy," he said aloud to himself, "You are more fortunate then you know."
He got up and went to the shower to get ready. He decided to surprised Molly in a big way. It was the day after declaring her love as well as the day following one that themselves and the team had all safely lived through, so it practically deserved a surprise.


Molly woke up to her phone ringing. She felt half dead, but she picked it up and answered it. "Hello?" Molly rubbed her face, "Dad! Uhh..._hi_." Molly tried not to gulp. She didn't expect to hear from her family this soon. Ohh, what were they going to say?!

Molly just sat there and listened for a while, trying to take it all in. Suddenly she was surprised when a dozen red roses appeared in front of her face as Remy held them from behind, an arm going over Mollys shoulder, as he went placing them on the bed.
She smiled, turning around, but then held up a finger to Remy. He then put the flowers on the dresser instead and waited outside.

Molly kept listening to her father talking, then it was Molly's turn to talk.
"Okay. I completely get it. Can I call you tomorrow?...Okay, thanks for calling, dad."

Molly grabbed a robe and went out into the hallway to meet Remy.
"What's going on?" Remy looked concerned.

"That was my dad," Molly crossed her arms, glancing at the floor, "And we had a _very_ long conversation. Well, uh, I listened."

"Okay, so don't keep me in suspense..." Remy said.

"They understood where I was coming from in the e-mail, but they weren't _entirely_ happy with me, you know, saving the world and risking my life," Molly said, "But, they understand that I'm an adult and I can make my own decisions. I guess they're just glad I'm doing this and not something illegal or whatever. All that said, they just want a little more proof that what we're doing isn't going to kill me next week."

"Okay, so what do they want?" Remy was curious.

"He said they would appreciate letters from some of the kids and teachers. What the kids are getting out of it, what the teachers are teaching. And what would really be nice is some demonstrations that we can handle ourselves in a combat situation on video. I know it sounds weird, but they can't come out themselves right now, otherwise they would. They're just too busy and can't afford it," Molly explained.

"No, no, I get it. If I were a parent, I would understand where they're coming from," Remy said. He reached out and hugged Molly against his chest. "Whatever it takes to convince them, we'll do it. Anything. Even if...even if I would have to go out to Nevada myself just to tell your family that I would lay down my life for you." Remy prayed that Molly wouldn't hold him to that.

"That's a beautiful sentiment, but a little dramatic. They know what I can do, they just want to see everything for themselves," Molly said.

"Okay. Good. Uh, anyway, I'm sorry for the interruption, but I had something special planned," Remy smiled.

"Yeah, I could tell by the roses. Thank you," Molly smiled back, "I'll get ready then."


Molly got ready and Remy took her out. They walked for some time when they arrived at the surprise.

It was a huge ice cream store with two floors with a big sign that was a double scoop ice cream cone decked out in neon lights and letters that read _Dizzy's Ice Cream Emporium_. Apparently new in town, because it was clean and shiny from the outside in, seeming to not be weathered by age at all.
Molly took note on the small sticker on the window out front that said 'A mutant friendly establishment'.
Inside, the tile and the floor were red and white, the stools at the counter, the booths and the chairs were a rainbow of colors and the walls were white with illustrations of giant ice cream cones and ice cream sundaes, even on the bathroom doors and storage closets. The enormous menu on the wall behind the counter gave the place a little rustic touch with entirely slide on black letters and prices on a white board.

All this was great, but it was what had Molly smiling. What had her lit up like fireworks was the fact that the employees behind the counter were singing one of her favorite songs. Molly wasn't dense enough to know that such a thing wasn't just a coincidence.

"This is the best surprise EVER!" Molly said, throwing her arms around Remy.

After a few moments their friends started trickling in. "I texted everyone to meet us here. It's celebratory ice-cream for breakfast...or lunch, as the case may be," Remy explained. Molly just laughed excitedly. "Great idea!"

The place had plenty of room for all the students, so everyone sat around enjoying their treats and teasing each other, as usual.

"Bobby, that's your third double scoop! Take it easy!"

"Jamie, more duplicates _does not_ mean more ice cream just for you!"

"Are you going to finish that Rahne?"

"Enough chocolate syrup!"

"The toppings aren't free!"

Molly looked over at everyone and smiled. "This is nice. No, it's better then nice. It's amazing. Remy, you outdid yourself this time," Molly reached out and held his hand.

"I don't know about outdoing myself, but I have to agree that I did good," Remy smirked.
If she thought _this_ was outdoing himself, if they ever had a wedding night she was going to be beside herself with utter joy. Remy tried to shake away the thought. Molly was so much more to him then a girl to (eventually) make love to. She meant everything to him.

"So, you have anything else planned?" Molly smirked, holding her chin in her other hand.

"Not really, but we could walk around town. See the sights. Go see the professor later-or first if you like," Remy said.

"Yeah, first would be good," Molly smiled.

The finished up, then went to the hospital.


When the two of them entered the room, they saw an astonishing number of flowers, gifts, gift baskets and get well cards. The stuff seemed to take up every nook, cranny and corner of the stark white room.

"We keep having to load up the jet just so the nurses can move around. It just keeps coming," Kurt smiled.

"I'll bet-this one is from the President of France?!" Remys mouth fell open as he looked at the small note attatched to one of the gift baskets.

"The Professor has a lot of friends in high places," Kitty said.

"Congratulations," The professor smiled at Molly and Remy. His color looked better today and he didn't sound as weak as he had the day before.

"...For?" Molly questioned, furrowing her eyebrows.

"We told him about your do-or-die declaration of _love_," Kitty explained.

"Criminy, Kitty!" Molly put a hand to her forehead, "Is _nothing_ scared?!"

Everyone just laughed at Mollys over-the-top reaction.

"I'm sure he could've figured it out...or sensed it or something," Molly crossed her arms, pouting and annoyed.

Remy put an arm around Molly and hugged her, "And here I thought all ladies wanted to shout about love from the rooftops. Why so secretive ma Petite?"

"I...I don't know," Molly looked to the floor, "I guess the whole idea just takes some getting used to and, uh, I'd rather it be between us for a little bit."
She motioned, putting her thumb and forefinger a space apart, smiling.

"Well," Kurt smirked, "It's a bit late for that since everyone knows."

"But...but...but I just said it _yesterday_!" Mollys voice cracked.

"Word travels fast," Kittle smirked.

Molly rolled her head back, then turned her attention back to Charles, "So, uh, are you feeling any better today? You, um, you look better."
Molly was genuinely embarrassed about _everyone_ knowing that she now loved Remy. It just didn't make her feel comfortable.

"Somewhat better, thank you Molly," Charles said, "Kitty and Kurt told me all about Chester and Dylan...and the lengths Remy and Scott went to in order to find my location."

Remy looked severely embarrassed-a feat in and of itself.
"Yeah, well...we _had_ to."

"And I appreciate it more then you know," Charles said, "Though it's hard picturing you two in dresses and make-up."

"Maybe when you're all better they can give you a demostration. We still have all the stuff," Molly smirked.
This earned a slight glare-a real one-from Remy.

"Petite, you make me wear that stuff again and I'll blow up every last stuffed tiger you have," Remy threatened.

"_Fine_," Molly said, "Sheesh, fall in love with a guy and you get threats. Talk about a whirlwind romance."

"Anyway," Kurt said, "The Professor liked your idea about taking a well-earned vacation. We're going to do it as soon as he's up to it, maybe in a few months when the weather warms up. We just have to pick a destination."

"Hawaii," Kitty and Molly said at the same time.

"I've never been," Molly said.

"I know right? It'd be awesome!" Kitty smiled.

"Hawaii," Remy sighed, "white beaches, crystal clear waves, sunsets, and Molly in a swimsuit. Sign me up!"

Molly stared at the floor, blushing. "See me in a suit and you'll automatically regret wanting to," She said under her breath.
She had refused to go swimming last summer for all the weight she'd re-gained. The first time Remy had seen her in a suit,
it was almost a fluke because she'd suddenly dropped weight from all the exercise she'd been getting in the Danger Room, but managed to gain it back over time. (A bikini wasn't an outfit she wanted to wear again, regardless.)

Remy hugged her, then holding her face, "I think not. You're a perfect ten. Among many other, er, reasons."

"Alright, alright," Molly turned back around, but held Remys hand, "If theres anything you want, Professor, we can get it for you.
Stuff from home or whatever."

"The hospital food is good, but I have been craving a salad and a nice raspberry souffle for some time now," Charles said, looking a bit sneaky.

"Sneak you something in, no problem," Remy winked as he put a hand up to the side of his mouth for secrecy, keeping his voice low.

"I would sorely appreciate it," Charles said.

"Come on guys, lets go find the stuff and get back," Kurt said, "We won't be long Professor!"

Kurt teleported them back outside to the street.


AN: The song? 'Shape of My heart' acapella style by The Backstreet Boys, of course. (I think it describes their relationship pretty well.)

Thankfully I found an acapella version just for the fanfic. Just search it on Youtube and feel free to listen to it as you read. As to the ice cream shop, that's loosely inspired by a shop from my childhood that had ice cream cones painted on the walls. It wasn't a big fancy place, but it was cute and a neat little store back in my hometown.
I don't know if it's still there or not, but it might be.