Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men:Evolution, just myself and any original characters/background characters that might pop up from time to time.
AN: I'm incredibly happy that I got my old files from my old computer back and I hope you are too! This is a fluff story, so I hope you all like it! Happy reading!
"...Hey Remy, say hi!"
Remy almost jumped at the sudden sound of Mollys voice. He'd been looking through the Institutes personal library for something new to read, crouched down to check out the bottom shelf. He stood up and turned to see Molly with her digital camera in hand, recording video.
"Uh, hi?" He half smiled with a small wave.
Molly paused the camera's record function with a sigh. "That's really great. My family wants to know what I'm up to,
so I'm making a video of the school. You know, introducing everyone and what not. When I get to you, it's kind of, you know,
_important_," She blushed, starting at her neck and going up to her cheeks and ears.
"Oh," Remy wasn't sure about this. Sure, Molly had sent her family a few pictures of him (including the one he'd put in of them kissing, which, in retrospect, probably wasn't the smartest idea he'd ever had. Remy all but prayed that when he actually met her family in person, Mollys father wouldn't punch him in the face for putting the moves on his only daughter), but video was different. Very different.
It was almost like a first impression. If you didn't count the pictures. Which, if the pictures counted as the actual first impression, he wondered why he was still even dating her.
"That's all you have to say? What's wrong? I know you're not camera shy," Molly moved her head to one side, smirking at him.
"I just want to make a good impression," Remy smiled at her, "that's what's important to _me_."
"Don't be silly. Nobody cares," Molly said. She was far too easy going about this kind of stuff.
She was wrong. Impressions were important and people did care about that sort of thing.
"Anyway, want to try that again?" Remy asked.
"Sure," Molly deleted the last seconds and focused the camera back on Remy.
"...And this terribly handsome guy is my, uh, boyfriend, Remy," Molly blushed again.
"Hello," Remy smiled, switching into charming mode, "I hope everyone is doing well. Maybe one day we'll meet in person.
Whatever Molly has said about me, I'm sure it's all been completely exaggerated," He feigned bashfulness, "I'm only half as sweet as she says,
but I know I'm just as terribly handsome as she boasts."
"Alright already. Tell them a little about yourself," Molly said from behind the camera.
"About me?" He ran a hand back through his hair, "Hmm. Well, I guess I'm kind of a teacher's aid around here. I keep the younger kids in line and make sure they don't get in over their heads. Um, my hobbies are card tricks, movies, reading and listening to music and why do I feel like I'm making one of those old dating service videos? Sorry."
At that Molly giggled. Remy grinned, "And my other hobby would be making your beautiful daughter laugh.
I'm sure Molly told you I'm a born and bred southerner from New Orleans."
"Uh...nope," Molly broke in.
"Really? So what _have_ you been telling your family about me, hmm Petite?" Remy stepped a little closer and Molly backed away with another giggle.
"Nothing! Jeez, I don't know! Stuff. How sweet you are and some of the crazy things we manage to get ourselves into. Things like that," Molly said.
"Okay. You at least said what my powers were, right?"
"Actually, that never came up either," Molly said.
Remy sighed with a smile, looking to the ceiling, then back to the camera, "Cherie? Sweetheart? Ma couer? I lo-"
Molly suddenly had a horrific coughing fit.
"I l-" Remy said.
"*coughhackcoughcoughahem*"
Remy paused, rolling his eyes.
"I _LOVE YOU_" He finally managed to talk over the coughing, "but you're not making things easy. How can your family trust me with you-get to know me at all-if they don't know anything about me?-Especially exactly how I feel about you, which I don't understand what's so embarrassing about that.-And you can't edit that out."
"Sorry. It's just incredibly embarrassing! You're my first, you know, boyfriend. I get embarrassed," Molly said.
"There's nothing to be embarrassed about," Remy said, "Anyway, let's go outside and I'll show y'all what I can do."
"His powers aren't what you'd call indoor-friendly," Molly explained as they walked outside.
They made their way out into the back courtyard, onto the practice range. It was already set up, like most days.
"My main power is taking the potential energy in any object," Remy shuffled his deck of cards from one hand to another accordion-style. He then picked one up, charging it so that it glowed a brilliant yellow with flecks of red, "And turning it into kinetic energy. Like...anything non-organic can basically become a grenade," He flung the card with complete accuracy so that the target blew up, pieces of plaster flying everywhere onto the field, but at a safe enough distance not to harm them.
"It also comes in handy for warming drinks, unlocking doors, and when you don't have a flashlight," Molly added helpfully.
"Uh-huh," Remy said dryly, "Nice way to make my gifts sound like a 3 AM infomercial Petite.
Anyway, "I'm also very fast-"
"How he gets away when I ask if he wants to watch a chick flick with me," Molly said, smirking.
"And agile.-Got anything to say about that, narrator?" Remy smirked back.
"...Not a thing," Molly said.
"Also a little telepathic ability. I can feel people's feelings.
Plus, as you've seen, my eyes are just a little different from everyone elses," Remy smiled almost in a bashful way, "They glow when I get very emotional."
"He's like a human lite-bright!" Molly interjected cheerfully.
Remy threw his head back, exasperated, "This is you getting me back for saying I love you, isn't it?"
"...Maybe. Plus, you know, we get snarky with each other sometimes. We do that because we started out as friends," Molly smiled.
"Friends. Yeah. You following me around like a lost puppy for months is being friends," Remy smirked.
"Oh shut-up. We hung out and then _you_ were the one following _me_ around like a lost puppy," Molly said.
"Alright, alright. I'm certain your family doesn't want to hear us arguing," Remy got closer.
"Pshh! Are you kidding me? They're going to be thrilled. I'm sure everyone will find it hilarious," Molly said.
"So...I'm sure they'd like a little kiss for the camera?" Remy grinned, stooping so that both their faces we're in the shot as Molly was forced to turn the camera on herself, then both of them. Remy couldn't help himself. This time Mollys face wasn't just red, it was purple. Her eyes were huge.
It was obvious that Molly knew she wasn't going to get out of this.
"O-okay. Let me just, ah, get it further then arms length," She went and placed the camera on the front of a tall enough statue, (since there was a ton of them), to get a wide enough shot. Remy had to keep from laughing as she stumbled over air nervously on her way back to him. "Just a peck?" Molly said hopefully. "You wish," Remy smiled, "You think you were embarrassed before? Prepare to be absolutely _mortified_." Remy leaned down and kissed her.
A real kiss. Not passionate or gross to anyone watching, but loving enough in its own way. He felt Molly standing on tip-toe and that was fine. After a little time he stopped.
Molly went back and picked up the camera, "Okay, ah," Molly coughed, "Yay for embarrassing boyfriends. Now you get to meet everyone else."
Molly turned to Remy, "Hey, Kurt's going to be a tough nut to crack. Want to help me get him?"
"With pleasure," Remy smiled.
They took the camera all the way up to Kurt's room. Unfortunately he was wearing his image-inducer.
"You two can scram. I heard what Molly's up to," Kurt looked up from reading.
"Come on Fuzzy," Remy pulled Kurt away from his desk, throwing a friendly arm around his shoulder,
"The camera isn't anything to be afraid of."
"Says you!" Kurt sneered.
"Aw what?" Molly looked over the camera at Kurt, "You afraid that if my family knows you're blue and furry we're not going to be friends anymore? Well too late. I already told them, now we just have to have proof."
"WHAT?" Kurt yelped. With him distracted as Molly was talking, Remy had discreetly unlatched the image inducer off of Kurt's wrist. "Kurt, check your hands," Remy smiled.
Kurt stared at his now tridactyl fingers, "That isn't fair, but okay. If they already know,
I guess there's no point in hiding," He sighed, then smiling at the camera, "Hi everyone!
I'm Kurt Vagner."
"Resident mischievous blue elf," Molly said, "And eating machine," She added as an after thought.
They went through the rigmarole again with Kurt, then Kitty, Rogue (Who didn't exactly want to be on camera), Scott and Jean. The video couldn't be 12 hours long, so the other students got brief introductions in groups. The teachers were of some length, save for Logan who also didn't feel like being on camera-that is until he learned where it was going, so he took the opportunity to semi-threaten Remy on video, just to let let the Callum family know that the boy wasn't going to get away with any funny stuff while Logan was on guard.
"Sheesh! My family's gonna think I'm living with perverts and psychopaths over here," Molly muttered, taking a moment to pause the video before saying that-thankfully. Unfortunately for her, some of her friends had left a less then shining impression. What with Ray and Bobby being...themselves, Amara seeming to not be having a good day, the youngest kids acting especially gross and zany, and many others being far too insane and abnormal, even for mutants.
Molly finished up the video, then burned it to a DVD, put it in an already addressed envelope. Molly drove to the post office and back. When she got home, Remy was waiting for her, arms open.
She happily ran into them, letting him pick her up and spin her around. "You should have let me go with you," Remy smiled. "I was five minutes away," Molly giggled. "Five minutes, five hours,
it's all the same when you're not with me," Remy said. "Oh, fine," Molly smiled as Remy set her back on the ground and they went inside. "I hope they like it anyway," Remy said, "However I do think Logan was a little too forward."
"Forward? He was insane. With everyone acting so looney today, everyone's going to think I'm living in a complete nut house!" Molly threw her hands up, looking exasperated.
"Nut house, no. Mutant school, yes. Teenagers act crazy, that's a fact of life. I'm sure your family will enjoy it, so don't worry so much," Remy hugged her close.
"I guess. I'm thirsty," Molly pulled him into the kitchen.
"You want to go to the movies tonight?" Remy asked, "That one you want to see is out."
"Yeah...but can it be just us? No tag-alongs?" Molly smiled. The last few times when they'd gone to the movies, half the school invited themselves too.
"Just us, lots of popcorn, and lots of kissing while they play those silly pre-screening commercials," Remy smiled, getting himself a soda from the fridge as Molly drank a flavored water. "Sounds perfect," Molly smiled.
A week went by like normal. Sunday afternoon Molly dragged herself into Remys room and plopped down on the bed next to him as he was reading a car magazine. She looked glum, and to Remy she felt very sad. Almost miserable. "Honey, what's wrong?" Remy put down the magazine and hugged her tight, resting his chin atop her head.
"Uh, sorry, it's nothing. I mean, not nothing. It's complicated," She furrowed her brow and looked at him, "My family got the video and now they really, really miss me and they want me to come out. You see, back when I had my own place I saw them all the time because we still lived in the same town together-"
"Eh?" Remy croaked, "Wait, what? If you still lived in the same town, why didn't we drop in on them last winter when you went back?"
"Hah! Right. Besides our 'little' encounter with that Lauren Winters girl, it would have been a real joy having you guys staying with us. We weren't dating then and I'm sure everyone would have given me total grief about _you_. Teasing me and all that. Goodness knows what everyone would have said about Logan," Molly rolled her eyes, "Anyway, it would have been too crowded and I liked having you guys stay at my place more. It was better. My family didn't have to know I was in town, so no big deal.
They call me here enough as it is."
Remy smirked, "Whatever anyone would have had to say, I could have handled it. Anyway, if you want to go see your family, you should go. It's important to you.
I'll be fine here, don't worry. We're not attached at the hip."
"I kind of wish you could come with me, but I don't want to make you uncomfortable. They do kind of want to meet you, but I said I wasn't ready for that yet and you probably weren't either," Molly smiled.
"I hate to say it, but you we're right," Remy said. He silently added, 'And when I do meet them, please don't let your dad kill me.'
Remy always got the impression from how Molly was that she was raised in a protective home with a very protective and loving family. A 'Daddy's Girl' type.
He never really asked her about it, just sort of assumed it. Maybe he'd bring it up later, because, as Remy well knew, assumptions weren't always accurate. They were just speculations, guesses. Not the truth.
"Well, if you're okay with it, I can leave this afternoon then. I've just been thinking it over for a couple days and I wasn't sure how to let you know," Molly said.
"It's really fine with me, sweetheart," Remy said, "We can call each other and stuff and I'm sure you won't be gone long."
"Just a week," Molly said.
"A week will fly by like that," Remy snapped his fingers.
That afternoon, Molly was packed and ready to go. Except she wasn't letting go of Remy. Her arms seemed glued around his upper body, her face seeming to meld into the lower part of his chest. He was thankful she was short, otherwise he would probably have a hard time breathing, as hard as she was hugging him now.
"Cherie, I'm too big to fit into a suitcase," Remy smiled down at her. She looked up at him, "I-I'm s-sorry," She stuttered in a squeaky voice,
probably trying to fight crying, "I'm really going to miss you. I'll call you. I...uh..."
Usually this was the part where couples said I love you.
"I know. I love you. Have fun and don't worry about me. I'll be fine," Remy kissed her.
She finally boarded the Blackbird. Scott was flying her out, so Remy didn't have to worry.
Remy stood there for a couple seconds in the hanger, alone. He sighed.
It hit him suddenly. A week without Molly around. A week of coming out of his room in the morning to not have that little moppet almost knocking the wind out of him with a hug. A week of no kissing, no holding hands, no teasing her, no laughing with her, no anything.
They hadn't been apart like this before, ever.
"...I won't be fine," Remy said.