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 tried to fill out this story as best I could.
It was a little lacking since I actually wrote it before some of the other stories, so it needed some tweaks.
I hope it came out as acceptable, thought it has a lot of dialogue and suffers from lack of details/long paragraphs. Sorry!
The beggining of this chapter _is_ a bit sensual, but nothing too mature. Let's just say I rated it T for a reason. (To be on the safe side.) It's actually tame as far as such scenes go, just some very hot making out is all. Just thought I would warn you.
The idea for this story was inspired by (and I give total credit to the writers for their ideas!) two episodes of Smallville, 'Nicodemus' and 'Heat'. I combined their two concepts for fun. Originally this was the story where Remy finds out he likes Molly, but things changed, and,
well...just read on! I won't spoil it for you!
Things at the mansion had been going calm and normal, and as anyone can tell you, that's usually the calm before the storm when something bad or crazy was about to happen. Remy hadn't thought about it and so he didn't take much notice. He just wanted the last slice of chocolate cake in the fridge. He'd just taken it out and was enjoying the second bite when he saw a figure in the shadows, standing in the doorway.
"Hummahh?" He questioned, as his mouth was full of cake.
Molly stepped out of the shadows, but the only problem was she didn't look at all like herself. A shiny red top that had off-the-shoulder sleeves and showed a lot of skin. A black mini skirt. Knee-high black boots.
Fingerless gloves. Red lipstick.
Remy swallowed the cake so hard it hurt his esophagus.
"Petite? Is that you?"
She sashayed up to him in a sexy way and took his hand. "Of course it's me. Now, let's go somewhere quiet,"
Molly tried to pull him along but he didn't budge. "No. Something's not right," Remy reached over to get his trench coat that had been hanging on a chair. He placed it over her shoulders. Molly smirked, shrugging it onto the floor. Remy bent down and picked it up. "Remy," Molly looked into his eyes while Remy was crouched on the floor. A blue mist seeped from her lips and creeped into Remy's mouth, but he coughed some of it out. "You know I want you," Molly continued in a soft tone of voice, "And I think you want me too."
Remy felt confused, but passion seemed to overwhelm his common sense. Common sense was telling him that something wasn't right and that he should be taking Molly down to the infirmary, but passion and a flood of hormones was sending a stronger, different kind of message to his brain. "Come on..." He took her hand. Molly let go and then without warning Remy found himself shoved up against the wall. Remy looked surprised, then he grinned in a mischievous way reminiscent of the days when he was an Acolyte. Molly then pulled him down to her and started kissing very roughly. Remy pulled back looking positively fiendish. "C'mere, ma ange," Remy blinked for a moment. Ma ange? This was Molly. Sweet, nice, normal Molly.
Molly, Whose right hand was now copping a feel of his bare chest and left hand was being held by the wrist by him. And yet, she looked so beautiful. She grinned looking up at him. "What are you gonna do, handsome?"
"One good turn deserves another," He answered, pinning her up against the wall this time. Remy kissed Molly with the kind of emotion only seen in movies. The kiss was passionate and made him feel warm from head to toe. Imagining kissing Molly had been one thing, but actually kissing her proved to be very different. Her lips were a little cold from the winter weather, her body a little chilled to the touch. For a beginner, she knew how to kiss surprisingly well.
Remy's common sense came to him in a fog. Part of him wanted to stop, but he couldn't.
They kept kissing. "Uhh...this..."-kiss-"...isn't you..." -kiss- "Something's...wrong," he said in between kisses.
Suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his neck as Molly stabbed him with a needle.
She watched him fall to the ground, "Better get down to business," She smirked.
"AHHH!" Remy yelped as Logan's claws came right at his face. Now Remy was awake.
"You've got some deplaning to do, Bub," Logan pushed the young man towards the school's security camera room.
The main team were standing around and Xavier and Storm were also present.
"Remy, please have a seat," Xavier gestured to a chair.
Remy sat down looking amused, "If this is about that last slice of cake, I ate it. I admit it."
"What I am about to show you may be rather shocking, but I'm afraid we may have a situation on our hands."
Xavier said. He played the previous night's security tape.
It showed Remy eating cake, then Molly walking into the room, and then it showed them making out.
The students looked shocked. "MOLLY?" They cried out. It was obvious that this was not thier friends usual manner of dress or decorum. She was so different,
Remy noticed. The swagger in her step, the tight clothes, the air of self confidence that she didn't usually have. The way she walked into the room like she owned it.
It was scary. This wasn't Molly. Something very bad had happened to her, and Remy was a little scared to find out just what. Remy watched the tape as he saw himself murmur "This isn't you" then it went to static.
The kids all glared at Remy. Remy opened his mouth to speak then they all yelled at him at once.
"How could you do that you creep!" Rogue said.
"I should've known you were trouble!" Kurt was outraged.
"That's no way to treat a lady!" Scott said.
"How could you corrupt her like that?" Kitty looked like she was on the verge of tears.
"You...you pervert!" Jean reached out and slapped Remy.
"OW! Now just listen. It wasn't my fault! _She_ came onto _me_ first, really," Remy tried to defend himself as he rubbed his stinging face.
"YEAH RIGHT!" The X-Men all said at once.
Xavier spoke calmly saying," Everyone, please calm down. Remy, as hard as it may be to believe, is not at fault here. Something is very wrong with Molly. She seemed to be under some influence of something or someone. She hasn't been home since she left at two am. Scott, I want you to get a search party started."
"We're on it, Professor." Scott said.
"Now, I'd like to talk with Remy alone." Xavier said. Everyone left but not before staring daggers at Remy.
Remy ran his hands over his hair and steepled his hands. "You have to believe me, Professor. I didn't mean..."
"It's alright Remy. Despite your...normal tendencies regarding women, I know you'd never do anything questionable with Molly. You seemed somewhat aware of what was going on but not enough to fight it."
"I barely remember last night. The security tape kind of brought it back but it's a blur. She came into the room,
some slobbery kisses-good though-" Xavier gave him a disapproving look "Sorry. Point is, after that it all goes blank,"
Remy said. Xavier must have saw the troubled look on Remys face.
"She drugged you right after the tape cut off."
"You could've told me that before.-Wait, what? She drugged me? _She_ drugged _me_? Me?" Remy said, shocked. He was a former master thief and a very smart guy. Molly must have had some hold on him to drug him.
"I'm sorry. She may be sneaky but she's certainly not stealthy. We found a syringe on the floor when we found you unconscious in the kitchen."
The words sank in. "She was after something?"
"Magneto still wants the information. I believe he coerced Molly in a vulnerable state and used her to search it out. The mansion is in shambles at the moment, thanks to her rather unique searching tactics."