Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men:Evolution or it's characters. Just my OC, Molly Callum/Creature and any original characters/background characters that may pop up from time to time.
AN: Well, the time has finally come! Remy (kind of) gets to meet Mollys family.
There's an explanation at the end of chapter six for what happens. (Also, I'm guessing you read the summary, so you know that's not exactly the actual premise of the fanfic!) Also, this is the 50th fanfic for this series and I gotta say, I'm so proud and happy for getting this far! Thanks to my readers and reviewers for keeping me going, to anyone that helped me out, (you know who you are!), and all of you for sticking with me all this time, through seven whole years of writing! OMG!
Now, this was a fic written early on while I worked on other stories in the series. When I opened it up, it needed some tweaking (IE lots and lots more detail.) I guess Remy and Molly's personalities aren't changed much, but if they might seem "off", that would be why. Any improvements I can make, please tell me. Thank you! Enjoy and keep sticking with me, it's going to continue to be a wild ride!
"Guess what?!" Molly rushed over to Remys side at the breakfast table Monday morning.
Remy smiled inside and out. She always asked that when she had something exciting to say or something good was happening in her life. He found it completely adorable when her eyes lit up. She looked incredibly happy and excited over whatever this was, eager to share it with him.
"What?" Remy asked.
"We're going to go visit my family next week," Molly chirped happily.
"_What?_" Remy's face fell.
"It's all set up. We're finally going!" Molly continued to look ecstatic.
Remy just stared at her as he tried not to panic. (It didn't help that his heart was suddenly beating faster and his adrenalin shot up.) They _had_ talked about it before, and tried to get there recently with completely disastrous results. Hopefully now this time they could actually get there without practically dying, but Remy knew this was a huge deal. He would've preferred a gentler approach to telling him about it then "Guess what?! We're going!". A lot of time had passed since they'd started their relationship and part of Remy still didn't feel quite ready. It meant they were really serious about each other. Of course, they _were_ serious about each other, with all they'd gone through, that was obvious. It was just that back in Louisiana, when a girl brought a man home it was very important and it meant something. (Like possibly marriage. Remy knew this wasn't what Molly meant by bringing him home, of course, but the question could always be brought up. That wasn't something he was looking forward to, since he didn't have an answer about it yet. At least not one that sounded satisfying. Something more than "I hope to marry Molly eventually", because it didn't sound good to him, sounding like he didn't take the relationship seriously. At least, he thought it wouldn't when talking to her family.)
"What's the matter?" Molly asked, "You don't...you don't want to go now? After all the planning and everything?"
"No, I really want to go," Remy smiled, "I'm excited about it. It's just, you know, I've never done this kind of thing before so I am anxious about everything. Let's go talk about it outside," Remy led her out back, heading the long way to the gazebo.
"You've really never done this before? Not one time?" Molly looked surprised.
"A lot of my old girlfriends didn't have close family ties, or their families lived out-of-state. You have to understand, I dated some very independent girls. Some of them barely talked to their families, much less wanted me to meet them," Remy explained.
"Okay, okay, I get it. You just got your work cut-out for you with me. I'm younger and treated as such. With me never dating before you, it's a big deal for everyone," Molly said, affectionately rubbing Remys back as they walked.
"I understand. So level with me, Petite. I want to know what to expect here. What are they _really_ like?
Is there anything important I should know before we get there?" Remy looked at Molly.
Molly shrugged, "They're typical. I'll tell you what I can, but nobody's going to give you the fifth degree. Um, probably."
She went onto explain the details about her family and Remy listened patiently. They did sound very normal, he agreed.
They soon reached the gazebo and sat down. "I'm not really worried that they won't like me...but...well, I'm _me_. I'm certainly not the kind of guy a girl brings home," Remy bore a hole into the ground with his eyes, staring at it.
He _was_ intimidating looking. He tended to scare people, either through his actions or body language, not just his eyes alone. Even when he was a little boy he scared people with how he looked. Over time he got over what people's impressions of him we're and let it not bother him, but this was a different situation. Impressions were going to matter this time.
Remy wasn't a thug anymore, but in his opinion, he still looked it. He drove a motorcycle and usually had holes in his jeans. He had the build of someone you wouldn't want to meet in a dark alley; Tall, athletic and a bit muscular looking. Remy wasn't bookish, clean-cut Scott Summers, that was for sure. Remy wasn't very worried about his eyes, however. Molly had sent her family a ton of pictures and a nice video. The only problem was that in person, it was easy for red-on-black eyes to creep normal people out. Remy wasn't sure how to resolve that, but best not to worry about it now. (He certainly wasn't going to wear sunglasses indoors for an entire week! Remy had his limits, after all.)
"Wha-? You _are_ the kind of guy to bring home. You're being silly," Molly smiled, "You're nice and smart. You're funny and you have good manners. You're very charming and you always know what to say. Don't worry. If I like you, they'll like you too because they're my family." Molly kissed him on the cheek.
"I hope you're right," Remy put his arm around her.
There was a long pause.
"So, cherie, you're absolutely sure your dad isn't the interrogating type?" Remy asked nervously.
Molly laughed, then hugging Remys arm and looking into his warm red eyes.
"No! Lighten up, okay? I mean...I don't have any experience to go by, but I would guess no.
You're worrying too much. Everything's going to be great!"
"You're sure you'll be okay without us?" Molly asked for the millionth time that morning. The teachers and the Professor were seeing them off in the hanger.
"We'll all be fine Molly. I'm sure you're family is looking forward to your visit," The professor said.
Since Remy was now 21 and Molly was 20, they were allowed to travel without a chaperone. (Remy was beyond relieved about this, but he knew even if they were allowed, some of the others were still concerned about his behavior.) On top of this, they had permission to take one of the new mini jets, breaking it in. These were smaller black jets, for emergencies and traveling within the states if needed. The four of them they'd had made were black, about the size of a small two flyer plane, but could seat four and had all the amenities of the Blackbird. Sometimes flying either of the bigger jets proved too time consuming and cumbersome. Besides, they were awful to park inside cities.
Molly was probably worried, Remy reasoned, because they'd had another group of students flood in recently, after successfully rescuing about 30 mutants, that needed help with their powers, from The Splicers. It had taken a few weeks to track them down, but they didn't get very far otherwise. Problem was, they hadn't stopped The Splicers completely and they were still out on the loose.
"You call us if anything goes _wrong_," Logan eyed Remy as he spoke to Molly.
"Yeah. Sure. Thanks for your loving concern," Molly said with a dead-pan voice and a very dry look on her face. Within earshot, Remy shared his girlfriends sentiment, rolling his eyes so far back into his head, he practically saw his brain. He was afraid to ever ask what it would take to win over Logan completely. Probably cutting off Remys hands, for a start, Remy inwardly winced.
"I think my brother Alex has a lot of available older friends that would like to meet Molly once you screw this up," Scott said brightly as he helped Remy load the jet.
"Well rumor has it that your first dinner with Jean's family wasn't picture perfect. Spilled something on her mom's dress and insulted her sister, right?" Remy shot back.
"...Have fun," Scott replied curtly.
The mini jet took off. Remy and Molly glanced at each other with goo-goo eyes, all smiles."This is nice," Molly smiled, looking around the rest of the empty cabin. No one to peek over there shoulder, no one to yell at them. It was so quiet. Very much an improvement over that awful, horrible no-good, very bad road trip.
"This is _very_ nice," Remy replied, "You want to put it on auto-pilot and go make-out in the back?"
"Remy! No!" Molly screeched, giggling, "Besides, I don't trust auto-pilot. I feel safer with you flying." Molly reached out and stroked his arm.
"I'll get us there safe and sound, don't worry, ma couer," Remy said smoothly and romantically.
Some hours later they were flying over the Nevada desert. The sky had few clouds and was a beautiful shade of blue. Remy really believed that things were going to be okay this time. They would make it there safely and in one piece and Molly would finally get to introduce Remy to her family like she'd always wanted. Remy was still a bit nervous, but happy that Molly would be happy. He knew how much she'd been looking forward to this. Not just recently, but for all the years she'd wanted to find someone. (He was an awfully _amazing_ catch, in his humble opinion.)
"I want to get a good nights sleep tonight and go out for breakfast in the morning. Maybe a diner or Burger Bomb or something," Molly said.
"Sounds good," Remy smiled at her. He turned on the auto-pilot and wrapped an arm around her waist. Molly took the hint and they leaned in to kiss.
BaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAA-BOOM! BOOMBOOM!
Molly jerked away as alarm went off and lights started flashing on the control panel. "What was that?!" She yelped.
"One of the engine's is out," Remy explained, clicking switches,
furiously turning knobs and buttons, but to no avail, "I can't get it to come back on. We might have to bail out."
"We might have to WHAT?!" Molly turned three shades paler.
Remy could practically hear her heart dropping into her stomach. Heights were still not Mollys favorite and asking her to jump out of a plane was like asking her to cut off her own arm; Difficult and not likely to happen.
The plane started descending. "Sorry," Remy pulled her to the back and started a mad search for parachutes.
Remy had to dig through a few bags and things, thanks to some disorganization, but quickly located them. He tossed one to Molly and started to put his own on, buckling and tying parts as fast as he could. Remy opened the hatch as soon as they got the packs on.
"I hate heights!" Molly wailed, secured in her own parachute.
"Count back from ten, then pull the cord!" Remy yelled over the rush of wind hitting their faces.
With pounding hearts and faith, they jumped out of the jet, free-falling like stones and the ground quickly rushing towards them.
