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.

It was a rainy day at the institute. Everyone was stuck inside feeling a little bored.

Some of the kids were hanging out in the library. Molly sat next to Remy and Peter sat further down at the table.

"What are you up to Petite?" Remy looked over her shoulder.

She was drawing. Remy felt impressed and even more smitten with her. Sometimes she could be full of surprises. Remy didn't have an artistic bone in his body, so he was a little envious of her.

"Just drawing. It's nothing. I'm really not very good," Molly looked embarrassed.

"No, don't say that. You are. I can't draw anything. You're very gifted," Remy was about to start flirting when Peter walked by the table.
"Oh, you are sketching," He leaned down to observe Molly's drawing.
Peter slowly shook his head with a smirk. "You are a little off. Pressing too hard into ze paper. Molly, you want to have a gentle touch..."
Peter proceeded to put his hand over Mollys, guiding her along on the paper.
Molly blushed just a little.

Remy sat back watching. His eyes grew wide. He could feel them glowing bright red and he grit his teeth.
Peter was holding her hand and making her blush? Peter, of all people! How dare he!

Remy got up from the table and took Peter by the arm. "Can I _talk_ to you for a _minute_?" Remy said through gritted teeth. The two walked to the far end of the library, the part that was enshrouded in shadows so that they couldn't be seen talking.

"What do you think you're doing?" Remy demanded.

"I was only-" Peter started to say.

"You were only trying to help? Yeah right! It's always the quiet ones," Remy was so upset the hair on the back of his neck was starting to stand on end.

"Remy, please calm down. You are just...feeling ze jealous, yes?" Peter said.

"Jealous?" Remy stood there in surprise, the aggravation knocked out of his sails.
He couldn't remember being jealous before. All the girls wanted him, so there was never really any reason to be. The intensity of it had been so strong though, he hadn't expected that.
"Sorry, I shouldn't have snapped," Remy relaxed his body. "It iz fine. It's nice to see you admitting your feelings for her," Peter had a twinkle in his eye.

"Shh! Not so loud!" Remy said, even though Peter hadn't been loud at all.

"My apologies. Maybe you could ask her to teach you how to sketch. She is not zat bad," Peter smiled at his Cajun friend.

"I'll try-but this time try to stay out of it, please?" Remy said.

"I will leave you alone zen," Peter walked away.

Remy sat back down next to Molly again.
"I'm not so good at drawing, but maybe I could give it another try. Maybe you could help me," Remy had a warm smile on his face.

"I guess. Go ahead and try," Molly handed him the pencil and paper.

Remy set his sights on drawing the bowl of plastic fruit in front of him, but failed miserably.
It looked more like a bowl of indistinguishable objects.

Molly bit her lip. "Uh, try starting with basic shapes. Like the orange, apple and grapes are all circles. The banana is a kind of crescent moon..."

Remy stared at her as she talked, not really listening. Just watching her mouth and looking at her eyes. Taking in her hand holding the pencil.

"...Got it?" She finished a few moments later.

Remy just blinked, staring clueless.
"...Just keep it simple," Molly sighed, handing him back the pencil.

He tried drawing a circle but it came out more like an oval...or something.
"Here," Molly stood behind him and put her hand on his, like Peter had done with her a few minutes earlier.

They had just started drawing together when Forge and Kurt walked up to them.
"Hey guys! What are you doing?" Forge asked. Remy felt his eye twitch. Of all the times to be interrupted!

"Forge! Dude! How are you? We were just killing time," Molly greeted him happily.
After the incident of Molly's mind being trapped in Remys own head, Forge and Molly had seemed to hit it off through a shared love of electronics. It annoyed Remy.

"I'm great, but I need some help with a new invention I'm working on," Forge said.

"No!" Remy lept up from his chair, "Absolutely not! Not after last time."

"Remy, chill. That was an accident," Molly said, "What do you need help with?"

"Come down to the lower levels and I'll show you," Forge said.

"We need to talk," Remy gently guided Molly out of earshot.

"Are you insane? Did you forget what happened last time we had a run in with one of his little experiments?" Remy said in a harsh tone.

"I think its going to be okay this time. Last time was just an accident. I'm sure if Forge is there supervising, nothing bad will happen," Molly said confidently.

"We'll see what he wants us to do, then decide," Remy said.

They went down to the lower levels and found a machine that looked like a cross between a washing machine and a phone booth.

"It's a transporter," Forge explained.

"What do you want us to help with?" Remy asked.

"I was just thinking you could be test subjects. I tested it on plants, clothes and books so far. Everything seems-"

"No! We're not risking our lives for some crazy experiment!" Remy exploded.

"...I think I'm with him on this," Molly said slowly.

"All the hypothetical scenarios proved it was safe," Forge had a pleading look in his eyes.

"I don't care. I'm out of here," Remy started to walk away, but he got his legs caught up in some loose cords. The cords tangled around his legs. He flailed forward, then backward, finally falling into the machine.

ZZAZAPP!

He disappeared.

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"NO! NO, NO, NO!" Molly yelled. "Where did he go? Why was the machine even on in the first place?"

"I thought you might agree so I left it on. I'm sorry. I'll work on getting him back," Forge started typing madly at his computer.

"It's going to be okay Molly. I'm sure he's fine," Kurt hugged her.