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 a result of me watching one too many episodes of M.A.S.H with my dad. Seriously, the plot is lifted from the episode "Tuttle". I'm not sure what wild hair pinged in me to pluck the plot and morph it into my own twisted imagining, but here it is. Another homage to a great show! (We've been watching it since I was a little tyke, and long before I was born in its original run in the 70s-80s!) If any fic in the series would be dedicated to my dad, it's this one. (Not that he's ever seen them, but okay, let's go with that.) Thanks for never being completely serious, and being M.A.S.H's biggest fan, dad.

"Remy, I'm totally going to kill you!" Molly shouted, holding her phone.

It was early in the morning. The team was standing around in the lower levels after running training drills, trying to keep fresh.

"What did I do?" Remy frowned. This was going to end in a fight, he just knew it. Their friends silently looked on as the couple argued.

"You sent everyone every text conversation we've had in the past two weeks!" Molly blushed.

"I what-?!" Remy yelped, quickly pulling out his phone from his coat pocket. Sure enough, somehow in replying to Molly's last text, he'd inadvertently forwarded their texts to the team and the teachers.

Molly hadn't been big on texting until Remy had gotten bored during teaching easy level one Danger Room sessions, sending her what started out as sweet love notes, then turned into something a little heated. Saying things like how interesting he'd make kissing, or expressing in detail how a skirt showing off her legs made him feel. Or, worse, that one text about how much Remy had enjoyed seeing her in a low cut shirt. Sure, they were not exactly R-rated texts, but definitely not to be shared either. (One of the thoughts swimming around in Remy's very worried head was how Logan and Scott were going to kill him later.)

"Uh...sorry? It was an accident, sweetheart," Remy tried to be charming , but it wasn't going to work this time. He knew better than anyone that Molly hated being embarrassed.

"Accident or not, this is the worst thing ever!" Molly said , "I'm going to my room. Don't follow me."

"You're in big trouble this time," Rogue smirked.

"Don't I know it," Remy sighed.

Remy mulled around his room, pacing energetically, trying to figure out what to do to get back into Molly's good graces.

There was a knock at his door. It was Scott. "I was up all night filling out paperwork. They need your sign off too, now that you're teaching officially. Give them to the Professor when you're finished."

"Sure thing, " Remy took the two-inch thick stack of papers. Scott left. He probably hadn't seen the texts yet, but he'd most certainly have words with Remy later.

Remy was halfway through the stack of papers when one seemed amiss. It was a student acceptance form. There was always protocol when a new student came to be enrolled, however. First, the teachers and teachers aides, like Molly, gathered for a short briefing on the new pupil. What their powers were, what the kid's personality was like and what they might expect. Then, and only then, the student enrollment form was filled out. It included the normal things, like age, food allergies, dietary needs and/or restrictions, and emergency contact info. Also, mutant specific things like power volatility on a low to high scale, power type (telepathic, elemental, transformative, ect.), and possible techniques to contain that power should it get out of hand. Everyone had their own digital file and paper hardcopy, including the teachers.

So, with this knowledge, Remy surmised that the form had gotten signed by mistake. A little prank of filling it out surely wouldn't hurt and it would cheer up Remy. The Professor would realize it was a mistake and ignore it.

Remy filled out the form. The supposed new kids name was Johnny Tuttle and he had the random powers of telepathy and turning into a bear. Brown hair, Caucasian, average height, age 17. No food allergies. Remy went on to sign the rest of the papers, then going to the Professors office.
He left the emergency contact info blank, obviously.

Xavier wasn't in, so Remy left the papers on top of the desk.

Remy went to Molly's room to see if she'd cooled off.

"Molly?" Remy peeked in after knocking. He ducked as a heeled dress shoe flew his way.

"Get out!" Molly shouted.

"Cherie, you're really still mad? It was an honest mistake," Remy said, going and picking up the shoe, tossing it back. Molly caught it reflexively.

"Yeah, I'm still mad! I'm going to stay mad for a while. It doesn't take much thought to check that you're not hitting 'reply all', Remy." Molly glared from her bed.

"Fine. You can't stay mad forever." Remy gave up.

"We'll see, " Molly gave him a dark stare that could scare even a serial killer.

Remy knew he was going to have to make it up to Molly in a big way.

By late afternoon, everyone was relaxed and settled in. Remy had forgotten all about the prank admission form.

"Attention students and faculty," Hank's voice came over the loudspeakers, "This is Mister McCoy. Professor Xavier and Misses Summers went on an emergency call to Europe an hour ago. Mister Logan has gone on another one of his mysterious sojourns. Miss Munroe, Mister Summers and myself will be in charge while they're all away. Also, we'll be welcoming a new student this Friday, a mister Johnny Tuttle. That is all."

Remy froze. Okay, a small oversight. Hank had somehow accepted that they'd taken in a new student while foregoing their normal briefing, not questioning it. Remy would let it ride, why not? Johnny wouldn't show up on Friday, He'd explain, and everyone might get a good laugh out of it.

It couldn't possibly blow up in his face, right?