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:This is probably the most horrible thing I've ever written, in terms of plot. It was somewhat inspired by a 'Smallville' episode, at least it's basic element of paranoia. When I say horrible, I mean how much I put Molly through here, not that it's a bad story.
At first I thought about scrapping it, but it took so long to think it up, that didn't seem ideal. Besides, without challenges and trials, how can characters get stronger and have character development? In the end, the whole thing may not be mentioned again and Molly WILL get past it offscreen, but no matter how bad I feel about what I did to her, she will be stronger for it in the overall narrative. If Rogue can survive a personality overload ('Self-Possed') Molly can survive this.
I'm sorry in advance for the oncoming feels you'll be getting!
Molly waited outside the main entrance of Bayville community college. Her car was in the shop for repairs for the past week, and what with Scott now not trusting either Remy or Molly after the complete destruction of both an X-van and a mini-jet, Molly was certainly not allowed to take out any of the school's vehicles. So, being the good boyfriend that he was, Remy had agreed to drive her around for the whole week.
Except today he was late. And it was only Wednesday.
"Hey _Molly_, who are you looking for?" A tall, blonde catty girl named Jessie and her crew showed up behind Molly. They'd been teasing and getting on her nerves for the past month after they found out she was a mutant. It was a big school, so not everyone was aware of who was and who wasn't. Since there wasn't any actual hazing, Molly couldn't report it. (Besides, the school board had gotten a little lax lately on the 'Be nice to mutants' policy, Molly noticed.)
"She isn't looking for anyone in particular. She's looking for a doughnut truck!" A redhead in black boots and a black outfit laughed obnoxiously.
"My boyfriend. He's late," Molly murmured, ignoring the redhead looking across to the car exit and entrance way.
Lots of cars came in, and out (mostly out), but no car coming in was Remy's. It was late summer, so Molly had switched out her usual shirt for a sleeveless light orange hoodie over a black tank top. Comfortable with long shorts and not too hot.
"Yeah right," Jessie said, "More like her imaginary boyfriend!"
That made Molly pay attention. She stood up straight, looking at them with fire in her eyes.
"He is _not_ imaginary! His name is Remy, he's good and kind and sweet. Which is really more than I can say for you."
"Do you have pictures of him?" Jessie asked.
"I left my phone at home," Molly said, embarrassed.
It had been a horrible morning for her, starting off with being late.
"Riiiight," A girl with platinum-blonde hair in pigtails drawled, "In order to love _you_, he'd have to weigh a ton and have a face full of zits! Face it Molly, you ugly and nobody loves you! It's probably just some guy you like picking you up late, not really your boyfriend. You're fat. Go to McDonalds' and eat it out over a dozen ice cream sundaes, because you're never going to get a guy and you can't convince us you have one."
Molly swallowed hard. She was angry and felt like crying, all at once. Anger made her stomach hurt. It had been many years since anyone had been this cruel to her. These girls made Ray's teasing seem like sweet words in comparison.
Before Molly was about to start crying, she felt a pair of hands spin her around and then Remy dipped her back expertly as he kissed her, (also expertly). "Sorry I'm so late, ma cherie. I'm not being very good to you today, am I? I love so much, Molly."
Molly smiled as she straightened back out with Remy heavily putting an arm around her, holding her close. Remy had probably heard what the girls said, putting on a display like a proud peacock. Sometimes Remy was too much, and sometimes that was a very good thing.
"Maybe we could go out for _ice cream sundaes_, because, you know, you have a healthy appetite and have _generous curves_ and aren't built like a _stick figure_," Remy glared at the four girls, who all ranged from thin to average. Molly hoped he wasn't about to go after the girls that were practically flat-chested. Not that it was a bad thing, (Kitty was small and she owned it), but it was surely the kind of thing Remy would point out. Not that it was nice to go after them because of their own weight either, but they had started it.
Meanwhile, the girls mouths were hanging open as they stared. As well they should. Remy was not only tall and fit, but he was good-looking. Definitely better looking than any guy in their computer graphics class, by far. Molly had chosen well and worked hard to get Remy, now it was paying off in spades.
"You're really her boyfriend? This isn't just some put on?" Jessie found her voice.
"I'm really her boyfriend," Remy smiled proudly, (and vainly, Molly could tell),
"Now, we have to go. Au revoir, ladies. And go eat something yourselves. Looks like you could use it."
Remy and Molly turned back around, heading for the car and getting in.
"I really am sorry I'm late, baby," Remy cooed as he looked behind him to back out, "The danger room session ran over time with the new kids. They're still getting used to their powers."
Remy was referring to the kids they'd rescued from the Splicers. Remy's new students were 14 or younger, with only a couple being a little older. Remy had gotten promoted to teacher status nearly the minute they got back from their trip to Nevada. (Which had been great and Remy had actually had fun, once he relaxed and loosened up. Of course, this also involved being convinced that Molly's family was kind and not going to interrogate him, which they didn't.) The school was now in desperate need of teachers. Scott hadn't been entirely happy about it, but the faculty approved. Remy was now more an X-Man and responsible guy than ever. Both he and Molly were proud.
They hit traffic and started driving home.
"It's okay, I get it. I...I don't know. Do you think they were right? Should I try to lose some weight?" Molly frowned.
She was actually afraid Remy might slam the breaks. (He certainly wasn't quiet about how much he loved Molly's shape).
"I don't think they were right about anything, but it's up to you, Molly. Why? You been thinking about it?" Remy questioned.
"A little. Clothes are always hard to fit and I'm sure I'd look better. Maybe girls like that would actually believe I have a boyfriend," Molly stared at the floor.
"Hey, listen and listen good," Remy became serious, "Do it for yourself. Don't do it because a bunch of skanks like that were messing with you. What they said was shallow and cruel. Not to mention very, very untrue. You _are_ beautiful, I _do_ love you and you have me always. If you want to lose weight, I won't stop you. I'll even help you, but just do it for the right reasons.
Regardless, I think you look fine now. You've really always been chubby anyway, so don't worry too much, whatever happens."
Molly regretted the night her family had brought out the baby pictures.
(It was so cliché , but also inevitable.) It was true, Molly had always been on the heavier side, but this was something she had to think about before committing to it. Losing weight was obviously hard work, because if it weren't, lots of people wouldn't be overweight.
"Thank you. That means a lot. I guess I'll just do my best and see what happens," Molly smiled a little.
They arrived home and Molly set her bag down in her room while Remy sat on her bed.
"So do you have homework or...?" Remy wondered with a twinkle in his eyes. Sometimes Molly had homework she brought back with her, working on the Institute's computers or her own computer. Trying to get a degree in computer graphics wasn't easy and did require some work. Not to mention the extra classes Molly enjoyed, like writing and 'Introduction to History'.
"Not today," Molly jumped onto the bed, crawling over and putting hand onto Remys chest, "But I wouldn't mind an 'anatomy lesson'." Molly smiled, fighting back a giggle as she ran her hand over Remys chest, leaning away from him to get more comfortable. She couldn't even say it with a straight face.
Remy quickly pulled off his shirt, laying back, he waved a hand over his body theatrically. "Study me."
"The shirt goes back on before Logan sees you in my bed like this," Molly laughed. Remy was so ridiculous!
"You are really no fun sometimes," Remy pulled his shirt back on, seeming slightly disappointed.
"Sometimes," Molly agreed, "However, I know what you like and I'm not a total killjoy."
Molly unzipped the sleeveless hoodie she was wearing, pulling down the black tank top underneath flirtatiously to show a bit more skin.
Remy whistled. "Alors! That _body_!-But when did you get this bold...and flirty?" Remy mused, drooling.
He sat upright to get a better view, his eyes no longer looking at her face.
"I know I don't usually show off like this, but it's just us here. I'm less self-conscious when it's just you. Besides, I'm not shy all the time," Molly got closer again, kissing Remy.
They started kissing. Molly put her arms around Remys neck, getting closer than usual, their bodies touching. Molly liked the feel of her weight squished close into Remys chest. The air was electric with their attraction for each other. Molly ran a hand up one of his arms to feel his muscles. Remys bicep was hard and the veins inside were twitching. Remy was a beautiful man, inside and out, but it was times like this that Molly enjoyed how exceptional and divine he looked (and felt).
Molly's hand ran over one of his broad shoulders, savoring it. Mollys head was swimming, in a good way. She let her hand go up his back, to the back of his hair. Molly's heart was pounding excitedly.
Air seemed hard to find. She was surprised when Remy stopped, leaning away from her.
"Uh, sorry? What did I do?" Molly wondered.
"You didn't do anything," Remy said with a slightly embarrassed smile,
running a hand back through his hair, "I'd rather stop. I was getting too into it. Things haven't been that intense in a while."
"Um, okay," Molly said. This was new, but they'd had many talks about boundaries. Molly just never expected Remy to be the one to stop first.
"I know it's weird, but I want to have a little more decorum.
I know I'm not always on my best behavior, so I want to do better," Remy gently held her hands.
Sometimes they did get carried away, Molly had to admit. Probably more times than Molly really wanted to admit. "That's sweet. I want to do better too."
Remy leaned in so that they gently touched foreheads. It wasn't quiet-there was a lot of yelling and footfalls going on outside the room-but with Remy, here, alone, Molly felt wistfully content and at peace. In that way, it was a quiet moment.
Seconds later, there was a knock on the door. "...Oh," Was all Ororo said.
Logan, standing next to her, was less tactful.
"Not swapping spit like usual, I see."
"No," Molly said grumpily, "What's up?"
"Tomorrow morning the team is going to Florida. There's been a rash of mutant hate crimes and riots in a big town. The police are having trouble handling it and thought we would be better equipped to check it out," Ororo explained.
"We're on it," Remy said, "What time are we leaving?"
"Right after breakfast," Logan said, turning around,
but over his shoulder he said, "Nice to see you kids being less handsy."
Molly covered her face with one hand, blushing.
"Don't worry, Petite," Remy soothed, "It's fine. We actually got a compliment from Logan. I think that made my year."
AN: I've been wanting to do a "THAT'S your boyfriend?!" scene for forever. Glad I finally had somewhere natural to put it.
