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: Normally I think I don't have the confidence or ability to write a time travel story, but when this idea hit me as I watched X-Men:First Class, I knew I had to write it. Especially when I saw young Xavier acting like a college guy. I'll leave it at that so as not to spoil the movie. It's really funny.
The year they travel to is approximately 1974, seeing as how Xavier is about 50 in Evo, in '74 he was 22.
2004-30=1974 and 1947-22= 1952 when he may have been born in Evo, give or take a few years.
Oh God, my head! x_x

My math may be off, (like, way off. I suck at math), but like I said, I've never been confident enough to attempt on of these in fear that it would make no sense. Does time travel ever make sense though? ;)

Someone was banging hard on Mollys door very early in the morning.
It was loud enough to probably be heard across the street, she guessed.
Molly slowly opened her eyes and reached behind and pressed her second pillow against her right ear,
squeezing her eyes shut again, hoping the knocking would stop. She hadn't slept very well the night before, thanks to Remy keeping her up partying late into the night.
They had been celebrating the fact that Remy had managed to pay off both his car and his motorcycle.
The knocking continued as Molly curled her toes and grit her teeth, throwing off the covers angrily with flourish and going to answer the door.

Unless one of the kids was dying or something, whoever was banging down the door was going to die.

"WHAT?" Molly shouted on flinging the door open.

Remy stood there looking quite startled. "You are _way_ too cranky in the morning. Kurt, Jamie, Kitty and Rahne are all missing. We need everyone to help look, get dressed."

Molly fought back tears and worry at the thought of her friends-two of them being her closest-missing.

She helped search with the rest of the school for over two hours, but nothing came up. Everyone met in the foyer for a briefing.

"I've tried locating them in cerebro, but they aren't showing up anywhere. Not here, not anywhere on earth," The professors voice was grave and dark.

"Could they be...?" Jean didn't finish the sentence, but everyone knew what she was implying.

"If they were truly dead, I would at least be able to pick up on their DNA signatures, but I'm not getting even that much," Charles explained,
something more complex is going on here."

"Complex like something crazy is about to befall us or complex like normal people?" Molly tried to lighten the situation with humor.
No one was in a laughing mood.

"With us it's always the first one," Scott said, "We'll suit up and start planning."

"Don't suit up just yet," Charles said, "I have been feeling disoriented since yesterday. It may have to do with the childrens disappearance."

"This isn't going to end well," Molly muttered, rubbing her forehead. A migraine was starting.

"To the point," Charles sounded annoyed, "My memory is failing me lately. I've been forgetting places, names, dates. I suspect...time travel."

Everyone just stared at Charles like he'd gone crazy. "I think it's time to put him in a home," Ray whispered to Amara.

"Ray, shut-up," Jean snapped, "Professor, please explain."

"It's all connected," Charles said, "Someone may have figured out a way to go into the past to kill me. That's why I'm forgetting things.
That's why the students are starting to go missing,"

Suddenly there was a "POP!" sound. Everyone turned to see that Ray had vanished.

"Bobby and Kurt aren't here, so I'll say it," Remy said, "This is insane."

Within the hour, Charles had called Forge and the kids were trying to decided who would brave going back in time to help their mentor. They owed Charles everything. Without him they would be lost. Probably dead, gone mad, or worse.

"We were his first students. We should go," Scott said.

"Well we haven't been here long and the team needs you two, so I think we should go," Remy said of himself and Molly.

"Oh right, leave you alone to go and screw up time? I don't think so," Scott started to argue.

"Like you would do any better," Remy scoffed.

"At least I'm responsible," Scott said.

"I am responsible!" Remy argued.

Suddenly the two of them got some extreme head pain. Jean may not have been able to penetrate Remys mental shields, but it was simple enough to give him a sharp headache. "Enough of this," Jean said, "We're some of the oldest here-even though the two of you still argue like five year olds-so the four of us should go."

"She has a good point," Molly said, "You guys have the experience, and we have the stealth and the...well, whatever it is I'm good at."

"Everything," Remy cooed.

"If we can get through this without Remy and I killing one another, I'll be happy," Scott said.

"Oh please," Remy smirked, "If I really wanted to kill you, you'd be dead already. I'm just that good."

"...You are not,"

"Am too."

"Not,"

"I could do some damage,"

"I could do more damage,"

Jean and Molly left the room without looking back, the two of them used to the boys bickering, but still annoyed by it. It was amazing how they were adults, but could act like children at the drop of a hat.

"So maybe we should just go ourselves and leave them here?" Molly smiled cheerfully.

"That would be too easy," Jean went to her room to suit up.