Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men:Evolution, The X-Men comics series or any of Marvel's characters. Just my OC, Molly Callum/Creature and any original characters/background characters that may pop up from time to time.
AN: Well, this feels like a long time coming, but we're finally here! Mojo World! Or, more accuarately,
Mojo World's Arena! I was on the fence wethere to include this originally, but decided since I'd hinted at it,
then why the heck not. I prettymuch did my own thing here, not really going off any TAS episodes or the last X-Men Cartoon, but it's less of a team story then it should have been, but that's okay. There's plenty of time for those in the future. Mojo's cohorts, the X-Babies, Longshot, and Dazzler, ect. DO NOT appear here, I'm sorry. So, please don't be too disappointed. There might be room for some in future stories, you never know! Enjoy!
"It's only November and I'm already freezing," Molly rubbed her arms from kids coming in and out all morning in the kitchen, letting cold air through the back door. The girls of the team and Remy were sitting around in the kitchen. The rest of the boys were busy doing other things. Winter break had already started for most of the students, so the younger ones were outside while most of the older kids opted to stay in and relax. Breakfast had long been over and they were just enjoying the beginnings of the winter quiet.
"I could make you some hot chocolate, but I'd much rather snuggle close in front of a warm, cozy fire, Petite ange," Remy pulled Molly in close as he sat at the table while she stood near him.
"You guys are being totally gross again," Kitty rolled her eyes, "Dial it down."
"Tell that to Muscles over here," Molly smirked, eyeing up Remy's arms. She turned from the side to face him, "I like your idea, so why don't we do both? I'll make the hot chocolate and you get the fire going."
Remy got up, slowly walking out.
"The fire is already going inside me, my curvy, beautiful, salacious-"
"Remy, out!" Jean threw a telekinetic bubble at Remy, forcefully pushing him through the swinging door.
"Guys, what? Is he really getting on your nerves that much? Or did everyone start red tide week at the same time and you're all, like, really cranky?" Molly smirked.
"It's nothing," Jean said, "The boys are a little mad at us because we were a little hard on them after that _crazy_ over-the-top date Remy took you on last week. He really likes to pull out all the stops with you and it's hard for them to try to measure up."
Jean was referring to Remy taking Molly out on a date that included horseback riding on the beach at sunset after an expensive dinner at her favorite restaurant (Where Remy told her, "Order whatever you want."), then out to see the stars and planets through a privately owned telescope at an actual observatory. Not to mention the twenty-four red roses and jewelry Remy had chosen to end the night with. It was their two-year and some months anniversary after all. No one could accuse Remy of not being romantic, that was for sure.
"Well...well nobody told anyone that they have to measure up to Remy. Just because he has a little extra money set aside sometimes to spend on me doesn't mean we don't have a perfect relationship. We still get into fights and things. And it's not like Scott, Lance and Piotr don't do sweet things for you all. Kitty got a sweater, you got to honeymoon in Maui of all places, and Rogue, ah..." Molly was at a loss for a moment, "Oh! Piotr got her a new guitar pick!"
"A beautiful sentiment," Rogue drawled, hand holding her head, dripping sarcasm.
"You really don't get it, do you?" Jean was getting irate again, "My point is, Remy does these amazing things for you, but when was the last time you did something amazing for Remy? Scott pointed that out to me, and I think he was right. You take him for granted."
"I...I, uh, I got him...no...I just, uhhh?" Molly wracked her brain, "Well, it's none of your business anyway! It's not my fault everyone else is giving you cheap gifts like sweaters and guitar picks!-And Maui is _not_ that great!"
Molly stormed out of the room, going off to find Remy in the common room.
"Oohh, you're pretty angry. What happened, Cherie?" Remy turned around from warming himself in front of the fire.
"Don't you 'Cherie' me, you overly loving, overly romantic, overly affectionate, walking perfection!" Molly pointed accusingly at him.
"Um...okay," Remy smiled, "I'm...very sorry?"
"No, I'm sorry, Remy," Molly sighed, collapsing onto the couch, both hands beside her, "The girls aren't happy with you because you made the boys look bad, and they're getting jealous of me now because you do all these amazing things for me. Scott pointed out to Jean that I really haven't done anything as equally amazing for you lately. And they were right. I haven't."
"Scott said? Ugh, of course," Remy groaned, taking a seat next to Molly, "Maybe I haven't gotten anything amazing from you in a while, but that's not your part in the relationship. Men are supposed to spoil women, not the other way around. It shows I can provide for you and take care of you. It'd be fun if you did things for me sometimes, but I know it isn't always possible. And besides, I get more joy out of being with you and seeing you smiling and happy, then I do out of having things. Well, most of the time."
"Yeah, but it's not like they didn't have a point. Maybe I do take you for granted," Molly crossed her arms, "You could totally walk out on me if you wanted to. Get a pretty new girlfriend in no time. Me? I'd have to work for it-and don't say I wouldn't. Other guys...they don't see me like you do, you know?"
"No, they don't. I've noticed, believe me," Remy said, "Don't take me for granted then. Do whatever you think you need to in order to appreciate me more. I won't fight it, I swear." Remy smirked.
"Yeah, yeah. A little hint in the right direction would help. I know what kind of things you like, but I'm sure everyone meant something that can't be bought," Molly said.
"If everything we're on the table, I'd say start with back rubs and go from there," Remy smiled, "But, if you want to do something really, really thoughtful for me, you could go with me to get my wisdom teeth taken out. I never had it done, and honestly, the whole thing is pretty worrying." Molly knew Remy's fear was genuine since hospitals, surgery and the like always put him on edge. (Surprising, considering very few things scared him, but Molly always accepted it.)
"Of course I will. And I'll take care of you afterwards, of course. You always do the same for me," Molly smiled big, "Anyway, I'm going to stay in here with you until the girls cool off. If I go back in there now, we're going to have a big, stupid fight and I don't want that."
"Fine with me," Remy pulled her into his loving arms and they enjoyed the fire.
After a while, Molly went to go find Jean. Except Jean wasn't in her room, downstairs, or outside.
"Scott, have you seen Jean anywhere?" Molly caught him in the hall.
"Actually, I was just going to ask you the same thing," Scott said, "I can't find her either."
"Uh, maybe we should go see the Professor about this," Molly said.
A few minutes later, they were standing around Xavier's office. "I can't sense Jean anywhere," The Professor admitted.
"I'll go round up teams," Scott said, "We can start searching and-"
POP!
Scott disappeared from existence.
"Oh no!" Molly put her hands to her mouth, "Where'd he-?"
"Yes, where exactly? Molly, please go alert the team. I'll be in cerebro. I'll alert you all if I find anything," Xavier wheeled himself out of his office.
Molly ran to Kitty and Rogue's room, since it was close.
"Hey guys? Jean and Scott are gone! Scott just-poof!-disappeared. The Professor's down in Cerebro, but we have to gather up everyone else and try to figure this out," Molly said.
The girls gathered the others and they started searching hither and yon, but there was no sign of Jean or Scott.
By late afternoon, everyone had grown really concerned. Xavier called the team back into his office.
"I couldn't find any trace of them on half the earth, but I have some suspicions," Xavier said, "We're aware that there's several alternate dimensions exist. I suspect they may have been taken to one of these, but I have no idea as to what reason for."
"Ugh," Kitty put her head back, arms folded over her thin frame, "If we have to go through this alternate dimension stuff again, I'm going to scre-"
POP!
"Kitty!" Molly and Kurt cried out.
"Don't anyone panic," Remy advised, "We should've expected this."
"Everyone go downstairs. We'll fit you with trackers so that we'll have a chance of locating the others when the next person disappears," Xavier ordered.
Molly gulped. They were all disappearing one by one to who knew where. Who would be next? What would they find? Instant death or something else? Molly dreaded to find out.