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: WARNING: This first chapter is a little bit gory, but not too descriptive. Uh, sorry about that.
Okay, I want to say a couple things before we get this little shindig started.
The first thing-I'm glad that I can branch out as a writer and write more mature scenes without sacrificing my own integrity or values. For that I say thank you to Seruleyan Wings for encouraging me. However, I have not been writing such things for any one person or anything. I just figured "Hey, I write this kind of stuff all the time for other fan-fics (wish-fullfillment-y ones that I write in my downtime), so why not here too?" I was just VERY cautious about the whole idea at first, because in the past I have had a little 10 year old reading my stuff online, I'd found out. I did not feel comfortable posting things knowing such a young child could be reading, hence all the huge warnings and such.
Recently though, I just figured that I have complete control over what I'm writing and I know Molly and Remy would never do anything I wouldn't "let" them do. So, I really don't care what they're "up to" as long as they're not having any kind of relations. Heck, even heavy making-out or French kissing would be fine. It's just that for the reasons posted, I didn't write mature stuff for a long time, but now I can in good conscience and I'm very happy to share it with my readers and even happier that they accept it as a natural progression of the couples relationship. If nothing else, what I've been writing is just realistic. Things, including "almost" moments like they had in 'Twisted Mister,' can and do happen to a lot of people in real life, no matter what their beliefs or values are. Who knows, they may have a few more "almost" moments to fight with down the line! Oh, and all the same goes for Remys In Character-ness. I'm not trying to make him, like, perverted as it may seem at a glance, I'm just trying to make him more "Remy" because I haven't done that so well in the past. Get it? Okay.
Now, onto the second thing: As to Remy and Scott dressing up in the last fic, there's a reason for that. It was from Remys POV, so I thought it would be boring or not entertaining enough if Bobby and Kurt went in their places. Also, I think I was aiming for more of a 'Bosom Buddies' type of situation then for complete and utter realism. Besides that, we can probably say that both Shaw and Mags were drunk out of their minds enough to think that Scott and Remy were actually women. (Hey, being evil is hard work! Alcohol takes the edge off, I'm sure!^_^) Mostly I was just trying very hard not to weigh the story down with details that may have seemed mundane like I've done in the past, and I thought the kids squabbling over who would be best suited to dress as a woman would fall into that, or trying to go into detail about it. It would have been more natural and maybe made more sense to go the realistic route, but I was having too much fun going the insane, crazy route instead. Oh, and if anyone is wondering, the whole idea of putting Remy in a dress was inspired by an episode of 'World's Dumbest' where a man dressed up as his dead grandma to get her checks or something at a bank. So I was like, "_How_ can I get Remy into a dress? It would be hilarious!"
Yeah, that's how my mind works. Completely loony tunes. Unfortunately I forgot to write a part I had planned where a man gets knocked out after touching Remys dressy butt, but that's ok.
Well, enjoy the fan fic and sorry that note was so very long! Hope you like the story. ;)
"HHHHHHHHROOOOWWWWRRRR!" Molly roared as a grizzly bear.
The team was facing off against the Friends of Humanity first thing in the morning in front of the local library. They had been attacking it because it was mutant friendly and, like idiots, the place had been holding a mutant appreciation day. The people running the library may as well have saved the FOH the trouble and just lit the place on fire-it ended in the same result; Mayhem and people devastated. Molly was facing off against a man with a small hand-held laser gun and a pair of brass knuckles.
Molly swiped at the mans hand with a very huge frying-pan sized paw.
Bye-bye laser gun.
The guy punched at Molly with his brass knuckles instead. Molly rolled her eyes, letting out a bear sigh, trying to express her thoughts of "Are you kidding me? This guy is going up against a _grizzly bear_ with only brass knuckles?" It was like trying to hit someone with a rolled up paper towel and expect it to leave them with stab wounds.
Molly swung her right arm out and the man went flying several feet, soon knocked out against hard concrete with a sickening thud.
Not bleeding at all, but at least that was one less man to deal with for the time being. Molly looked over at the sound of sudden a masculine yell. Okay, since there a lot of male X-Men and the FOH was entirely comprised of men, there was a lot of masculine yelling and screaming going on. Except this particular masculine yell belonged to the person...the man...Molly cared most about.
Remy was facing off against another one of the steroid-abusing lugs, but for once Remy wasn't winning. The guy was repeatedly punching him in the gut. Her boyfriend had some blood running down his face from a cut on his temple and a bruise under his right eye. Remy must have been so disoriented from all the blows to his body that his agility was useless. Molly-presently hulking, over six feet tall and _very_ angry-ran over as fast as she could, tackling the man to the ground and roaring in his face.
"WWWOOORRHHHH! HHHURRRHHHRRR!" Molly's bear voice was guttural. She had sharp claws the size of large nails, able to gut fish. Doing the same to this idiot was completely possible, but not how Molly worked. She was figuring out what to do next when she felt something metal poking into her stomach. "Hope you had fun, Abomination," The man said.
He fired the laser gun.
Molly felt a laser as hot as fire burn through her insides, her guts quickly disintegrating. She actually felt the laser going through her back, burning up all her fur. Molly felt warm blood dripping down her front and clearly heard it splattering onto the cement. Molly wondered if she was going to make it through this one because the shot had made her feel light headed and sick. Oh, and there was that little thing called abject and utter terror from having your insides blasted to nothing. Gone. The man crawled out from under Molly just before she fell to the ground, eyes drooping. She was starting to feel half conscious. 'FIGHT IT' She yelled at herself, 'STAY AWAKE!'.
She could barely make out the guy running away. The coward.
"MOLLY!" Remy shouted. He ran over, breathing fast and heavy. Practically hyperventilating. He was on his knees, picking up Mollys furry, heavy bear face, then heaving it onto his lap. "Come on, change back. Change back! Please..."
Molly groaned loudly. She cursed every bit of genetics and whatever else blessed her with powers that she had no way of communicating through words in her animal forms.
Remy didn't understand that she was in _so much_ pain. Except, she realized as he spoke, that he did seem to understand.
"I know you're in an unholy amount of pain, but you _can_ concentrate enough to change back. Molly, if you don't change back, you'll die for sure," Remy's voice was steady, but the way Molly heard his heart pumping faster and faster told a different story. He was completely scared stiff. Horrified for Molly.
Molly sucked in a breath it out again.
Time seemed to stop.
Remy sat there waiting.
...More waiting.
Mollys animal eyes closed.
Remy hung his head, swallowing and trying to suppress the horror and rage inside himself. Suddenly he felt...skin. Human skin underneath his hand. He looked at Molly. Patches of human skin were slowly appearing on her. He could see that she was still breathing. As she started to become smaller, he turned her over and put his ear to her chest to listen to her heartbeat. It was loud, strong and steady. Remy wasn't ready to breath any sighs of relief yet.
"Come on Molly, stay with it," Remy spoke just above a whisper, "Don't stop. You're almost there. You're going to pull through this."
Remy squeezed her now human hand. Molly weakly squeezed back.
Molly coughed as her human face came to fruition.
"...Go," She said in a quiet voice. She was trying to tell Remy to leave. Remy looked at where she had been shot. The organs were starting to reappear and repair themselves, but very slowly since they were trying to repair from non-existence, which had never happened before. There wasn't even any skin there yet, only Molly's insides. Remy took off his coat and put it over Mollys gaping hole in her stomach. "I'm not leaving you like this," Remy said.
"Please...Remy," tears started running down Mollys face. Her body was now completely human again, thankfully.
For the next hour or so, Remy fought back attackers to keep Molly safe in her injured state.
Two men stepped close and Remy took out a few playing cards, charging them up intensely strong, but not enough to kill anyone. He was more then furious enough to though, but he resisted the urge for revenge.
Then Remy felt the cord wrapped tightly around his neck from behind.
"Remy...no..." hot tears dripped down Mollys face as she still spoke weakly.
"BAMF"
The cord was ripped off and thrown roughly to the ground by Nightcrawlers three-fingered hand. "Bad move," he said to the man, then teleporting him elsewhere.
Remy sucked in air, grateful. It wasn't the first time someone tried killing him by asphyxiation, but each time he lived he was overjoyed to breath air and have the chance to be alive.
Eventually, things calmed down as more and more men were taken down and tied up or knocked unconscious. Or, thanks to Nightcrawler, hung by flagpoles in their underwear.
"Everyone's getting things under control. They'll manage without me now," Remy looked up. It was true. The fight had been short lived, but brutal.
Beast came up with a medical kit. He peeked under the trench coat covering Molly. "I'll bandage that up and we'll put her on a stretcher," Beast explained. Eventually Molly was in the back of the jet still recovering. Remy stayed with her, sitting on a small white bench seat in front of a medicine cabinet and other supplies. She had to be put under for all the pain that she was in. Her body was healing quickly on it's own, so even as Molly was unconscious, it would continue to repair itself.
"...I can't believe you did something like that for me," Remy murmured.
Remy knew she was just trying to protect him and not let anyone hurt him, but things went too far this time. Molly had never come that close to dying before. Everyone knew the risks, but before they had been few and far between. As time went on, things were getting more violent. Worse. It made Remy want Molly to stop being an X-Man altogether, but he knew she was realizing that she had to take the risks for the good of the whole world. For people.
"You doing okay?" Rogue poked her head into the tiny room. Remy looked at her as she radiated genuine concern. For himself, for Molly.
Remy was a little surprised, but Rogue always seemed to be there for him when Molly couldn't be or when Remy was at his worst. Despite their past issues, Rogue proved to be a good friend to Remy over time.
"I'm holding up," Remy said. He was too macho to spill all his feelings. Like, how scared he was or how he was horribly worried.
"This is the worst thing Molly has been through," Rogue said, "But as long as she has you at her side, she's not completely lost. I know love doesn't always conquer all like in fairy tales. I just know that you have each other. That's more then enough to help you pull through things."
"Yes," Remy agreed, "You're right." Except Rogue hadn't included the part about them having each other was partially what had gotten them into this mess in the first place. Sure, Molly would help out any of their teammates, but it was almost hard to say if she would risk her life for them like she had with Remy. Most likely yes, but Remy couldn't say for absolutely certain.
"Can I ask you something personal?" Rogue asked.
"Sure," Remy said, "Go ahead." Normally he wouldn't let that kind of question go by without a joke, but Remy was far from a humorous mood.
"Does Molly, um, does she love you?" Rogue asked.
Remy raised his eyebrows. "Why are you asking?"
"Curious I guess. She could have...I mean...she got on that guy so fast. If it were me, I'd have to be really in love with a guy to react like she did."
Remy looked at Molly for a moment, then back to Rogue. "Molly hasn't said one way or the other if she loves me or not. I'm sure she'll let me know when the time is right. Love drives you to do some crazy things, so let's just say I wouldn't put it past her." Remy paused, "After all it is _me_ we're talking about her loving." he smirked, feeling a tiny bit better.
Rogue gave Remy a light hearted shove. "She certainly has her work cut out for her, trying to keep you _and_ your ego in check."
"My ego is fine. I've been tested," Remy joked.
"Let me know if you need anything," Rogue said.
"I will. Thank you, Rogue." Remy smiled.
"You're welcome, Remy," Rogue smiled back.
Remy couldn't busy himself enough not to worry about Molly, so he decided it best to take a heavy, fast acting sleeping pill while he waited inside the infirmary in the bed next to Molly's.
Anything not to worry so much.
Remy only had happy dreams of himself and Molly. Of them happily married with a big house and a couple kids and too many pets.
Vacationing in Paris. Walking on the beach at night. Dancing in a Italian club. None of his dreams involved the X-men or being a mutant or getting shot at. Just happiness, love and a long, fulfilled life for the two of them.
When Remy woke up, he saw Molly sitting up drinking water. Unfortunately, she practically choked on the water when Remy threw his arms around her in the tightest hug possible.
"You're alright? How's the wound? How are you feeling?-Dieu, I _love you_ so much, Molly," Remy prattled on. He usually wasn't this excitable, but Molly _had_ been on the brink of death, so he had every right to be a little hysterical.
"If I still had a big hole in me, I'm positive I wouldn't be sitting up and drinking water," Molly said as she pointed to her torn uniform while going back to drinking water.
The blast somehow had tarnished her uniform while she'd been in morph, so when she changed back, a huge whole in it exposed much of her belly. A pudgy belly pooch of pink skin was exposed amongst all the navy blue. There was just enough uniform still on her torso not to expose her bra as well, but it was close. (Remy-even after everything-was a bit disappointed by that. Of course,
if he hadn't been disappointed, he would've worried about his overall mental health and well being, since guys did enjoy seeing that sort of thing.)
Remy couldn't help but reach out to touch Mollys skin. She felt whole, like she hadn't been shot through. "Remy," Molly gasped, whispering, "You're _touching me_."
Remy moved his hand a whole inch away. "I just had to make sure for myself," He said. He dared to place his hand on her again. Instead of weirding out again, Molly placed a hand over his.
"I'm really fine now. Promise. I mean, I don't feel like I could run a marathon, but all my organs are in place and I have skin again," Molly smiled.
Remy winced. How she could make jokes, he didn't know. Perhaps she was just that resilient. Or a little crazy. Maybe both.
Remy hugged Molly again. "I didn't know what to do with myself, seeing you like that."
"...Well...well...I couldn't just stand there and let you get hurt either," Molly said quietly, "Though if I'd known the guy had a giant laser gun, I would have made him unconscious a lot sooner."
"Molly," Remy said seriously, "I know you're not going to want to hear this, but you know we could walk away any time. Stop being X-Men. Maybe even take a break from everything for a little while."
Molly frowned, "I know. It all scared me too. Except...if I really wanted to quit...I think I would've left the first night when my life was in danger. Or any other time. Just because things are getting worse doesn't mean they aren't ever going to get better. Just because something horrible happened doesn't mean we can't prevent it if there's ever a next time."
Remy sighed. All good points. "Okay, okay. I guess sticking around means more time to annoy Scott and Logan...and embarrass Jean."
"See? Everything has a silver lining," Molly laughed.