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: WOOHOO! I'm back! Thank you for waiting on this fan fic, I know it was a very long wait!
Thank you all for being so patient and sticking through it all during my sick time. Turns out (as far as I know) I had strep throat. I am still coughing, but I'm doing much better then I was. Now,I'm calling this one as having a heavy T rating. Probably nothing, but as I've said, I just feel the need to put warnings on everything so as not to offend anyone. I wrote little warnings in all the chapters that I felt needed them. I don't know, Remy and Molly are just getting pretty touchy-feely in their relationship and so I feel to start rating things T and put warnings on everything. Also, I tried better to keep Remy a bit more IC here. Hopefully I succeeded and he doesn't seem to worship the ground Molly walks on as much, if at all. Thank you for reading, enjoy, and please, if you have the time, I'd love a review! Constructive criticism is appreciated. Thank you!


The ground underneath her feet was quickly breaking apart by the second. Creature looked below to see nothing but fog in a ravine. Everything was going to give-way at any time!

"Grab onto me!" Gambit yelled from just feet away on a ledge above, outstretching his arm. Creature was about to reach out when everything beneath her crumbled. She fell down into the fog with a scream, disappearing into nothingness.

Gambit hung his head. "We didn't make it," He sighed.

"You two are slower then molasses!" Bobby said over the intercom.

"We're not slow!" Molly griped, standing up on the safety mat below the platform that Remy was standing on, "The simulation...it wasn't timed right or something."

"No, he's right. We're slow," Remy said.

"Whatever," Molly growled, crossing her arms in a huff as her hair whipped around with a quick turn of her head. Remy took the stairs down the platform to meet Molly.

"Not 'whatever'," Remy argued, "If we're going to face these Inner Circle guys, we have to be prepared, so we can't be slow. We have to be on top of our game."

"Like Molly's on top of food," Ray said from the look-out above. Since everyone had to be familiar with how to run the Danger Room, the younger kids were being allowed to run a simulation under Scott and Jean's supervision.

"Scott, do me a favor and slap Ray upside the head," Molly smirked.

"Molly..." Scott warned.

"Anyway," Molly said, "I guess you're right, but we can try this again later. We've been in here for, like, two hours already."

"Oooh, two hours. That's rough," Ray taunted.

"Let's go take a break," Remy said, smiling and grabbing Mollys hand.


The couple went into the kitchen for snacks and drinks. As they ate, Molly couldn't seem to take her eyes off Remy. "You're staring at me again," Remy said. She seemed to be doing that a lot lately. Not that she usually didn't but Remy noticed it more.

"Yeah. Uh, sorry," Molly went back to eating her fruit.

"Is there anything wrong? You can tell me if there's something wrong," Remy said. He noticed Molly had been acting different for some time. Not a bad kind of different, but a bit more spacey then normal. Sometimes it took a lot to get her attention, like her mind was somewhere else. Remy surmised that it wasn't girl problems, because he knew all the signs of that if Molly was going through it. (It was much worse for him then any other man, since he could feel her emotions.) If anything was happening back home or with her family, Molly would have told him right away. Unless Molly had a very personal problem, Remy was stumped as to what could be making her act so strangely.

"Nothing is wrong. Why would you say that?" Molly looked utterly clueless as her eyebrows shot up and she frowned a tiny bit.

"Because...because you're not acting like yourself at times. You space out a lot, sometimes you're late for Danger Room sessions, half the time it takes someone yelling to get your attention and it's _worrying_ me," Remy explained, his brow furrowed as he grabbed Mollys hands, "Maybe you're sick or something."

"Oh," Molly said simply, "I don't think I'm sick. I feel fine. I'm sorry, I don't want you to get all worried."

"Still...it wouldn't hurt for you to get checked out," Remy said.

"If it makes you feel better, I'll go down right now and get a once over from Mister McCoy," Molly smiled.

"That would make me feel much better," Remy said, kissing Molly. Her lips were sweet from the fruit.

"Remy," Molly laughed, "You shouldn't kiss me if I'm sick."

"Ah, you're right," He hugged her instead, "I'll walk down with you."

They made it down to the infirmary and about twenty minutes later, Molly came out. "I'm fine," Molly announced.

"Nothing's wrong?" Remy was a little surprised.

"No dizzy spells, no fainting, no nausea, no double vision. Molly is healthy," Hank said, "You're starting to worry too much Remy."

"Maybe," Remy said. He wasn't convinced, but he knew he had to keep an eye on Molly just the same.


AN: Say it with me people-It's love, love, LOOOOOVE! *jazz hands!*