Disclaimer:I don't own X-Men:Evolution or it's characters, just my OC Molly Callum and any original characters/original background characters that might pop up from time to time.
Remy and Molly arrived at the store. In the parking lot, they had a flyer shoved at them by a perky looking blonde in a short skirt.
"The Sharing is having a fun-fair this Saturday. Tell your friends!"
"Will do," Remy murmured, taking the flyer, checking out the girls legs.
"Saw that," Molly said.
"What? She had nice legs, sure," Remy said, "She didn't have your...unhh..._everything_." Remy groaned, drooling over Molly salaciously.
"Jeez, when you save yourself, you really save yourself," Molly giggled, "I think someone could use a trip to look out peak soon. I could wear that dress you like."
"...Cherie, if I'm in trouble, just tell me what I did wrong," Remy was concerned.
"You're not in trouble!" Molly giggled, "I'm just so excited. I was thinking we haven't been there in ages.
I know we'll have Dylan's family this week, but maybe next week after they leave. I just want to do something special with you because you're always doing nice things for me."
Remy put a box of cereal in the cart. "Okay, I get it. Still, ma ange, take it easy with the surprises. Springing look out peak after I check a girl out leaves me confused."
"Well I wasn't happy about it, but I'm just too excited to be completely mad at you," Molly smiled.
"Next time I'll try and have some self-restraint," Remy said, "Maybe just picture you in that curve hugging dress instead."
"Mmm. You do that," Molly said flirtatiously, rubbing up against Remys arm.
Soon enough they came across the small section the grocery store had, of baby related items.
"Awww! Look at the little sunglasses! Let's get them!" Molly squealed.
"Hon, it's been eight months," Remy said, "Dylan's probably outgrown something that small by now."
"Yeah, you're right," Molly smiled, "It's hard to think of him growing up already, but it happens."
"We'll find him something nice this week. I promise," Remy took out the grocery list and started looking at it.
They went to the freezer section and picked up ice cream and other things.
Unexpectedly, they heard an explosion happen in the front of the store. Customers ran for their lives to the back,
but Molly and Remy ran _to_ the danger instead.
Remy got out his cards and charged them while Molly changed into her favorite tiger form. Out front, there was an enormous hole where the entrance doors used to be. Electric wires sparked and insulation fuzz floated behind a group of six men and women dressed in black, led by a woman in orange glasses and a black helmet, leaving her eyes and hair concealed. "You're here. This makes it so much easier," The woman smiled.
"Don't hurt the people in here, they're innocent," Remy said.
"We're not after them, boy, we're just after you two," The woman swept out an electric whip, sparking dangerous blue streaks.
"We don't go anywhere quietly," Remy threw his cards, but they met the whip, disintegrating in an instant.
Remy was taken aback for a moment. Thankfully, he had more then his powers at his disposal. He took out his staff and made a run at one of the men standing behind the woman. Molly went for the woman, crouching to avoid the whip as Molly snarled.
The lady's perfume was strong to Mollys tiger senses and it was a brand she recognized.
"You can make this easy on yourselves," The woman said, "Give up, come peacefully. We'd rather this not be more difficult than necessary."
Molly roared loud enough to bring grown men to their knees, which was "bite me" in tiger-speak. it reverberated throughout the store, making boxes and shelves shake.
"Your choice then," The lady frowned, lashing the whip at Remy. It was a direct hit, faster than he'd anticipated, catching on his forearm,
yanking him forward in two pulls as he fried.
It took less then a second for Molly to jump onto their attacker. Molly did something she hadn't done in a while-she opened her mouth and held it at the womans throat. Not squeezing, just holding. A bluff.
"Ck-click!"
"Ck-click!"
"Ck-click!"
"Ck-click!"
"Ck-click!"
"Ck-click!"
Six laser guns pointed at Mollys large, tense animal body. It was what was known as a Mexican stand off.
Anyone could feel the tension in the air. Molly's muzzle huffed, trying to sweat through her tongue with her mouth in an awkward position. Remy lay on the floor, having quickly slipped into unconsciousness with the whip still buzzing, burning his arm drastically.
(It was going to hurt later, if there _was_ a later.)
Molly waited and waited. She would never let them take Remy, she'd die first. It looked like that was a definite possibility at this point. Molly weighed the options. Give up? Back off and let them take him to go back for help? Fake a bite? Bite to kill...?
"BAMF!"
"I got him, Creature!" Kurt's voice said.
"BAMF!"
Molly breathed a heavy sigh of relief before unlocking her jaw, running through the men and women at break-neck speed, knocking them down like bowling pins.
Molly jumped into the open x-van, but she barely fit into the backseat, landing on top of Kitty, Jean and Bobby.
"Hey! You're totally getting fur in my mouth!"
"Change back! There's not enough room!"
"I think she's crushing my lungs..."
Kitty pulled in Mollys tail, shutting the door. The van sped off at 100 MPH leaving tire tracks in the grocery store's parking lot. Molly changed back, at first very awkwardly laying across everyone's laps like some bizarre calendar shoot, then sitting in between Bobby and Kitty. "Sorry guys. Is Remy...is he okay?" Molly asked.
"He's unconscious, but he's still breathing. Looks like he's been through the ringer though," Kurt turned his head over his shoulder to look at Molly. Remy was sandwiched up front, his head and body limp between Scott (who was driving) and Kurt.
"That's a huge understatement," Molly laughed nervously, coming off the adrenalin high, "Uh, I know his arm is burned bad. He won't be happy about that,"
"It's not 'bad', that's third degree burns," Scott said, "It'll take months to heal up."
Molly bit her lip, wanting to swear, but she wasn't that kind of girl.
"We'll...we'll take care of him. Like we always do."
"You'll take care of him, you mean," Bobby teased, "Anytime he's down, you're the first one in the infirmary and the last out."
"Well, you know, I love him," Molly blushed, "That's what a good girlfriend does."
"We know," Kitty gripped Molly's hand, giving her support and strength.
It took a couple hours, but Remy was soon sitting up awake again with a white bandage covering his right arm. There was an IV drip in his left arm for
painkillers, which he'd been on for about ten minutes.
"Feeling loopy yet?" Molly wondered, "Painkillers that strong are supposed to make you really space-y."
"No, but I wish they'd hurry up and work. My arm feels like it's on fire," Remy said, saying "fire" through grit teeth.
"Do you want anything?" Molly reached out, rubbing his left shoulder.
"There's a bottle of ginger ale upstairs," Remy smiled, "If you wouldn't mind getting it, I'd be much obliged."
"Is that it? Snacks? Ice cream? cookies?" Molly offered.
"I'm really not hungry, maybe later," Remy smiled, rubbing Mollys arm before she backed away and went upstairs.
In the kitchen, Molly saw Scott.
"I'm going to pick up the Cantrelles' at the airport," Scott said, "Tell Remy, but don't let him get too excited. He needs his rest."
"Wow, he'd be touched you're so concerned, Molly raised her eyebrows.
"I know sometimes I treat him like the bane of my existance," Scott sighed, "When it comes down to it, Remy's there for the team and for me."
"Brooooomaaaaance," Molly sang.
"No way!" Scott furrowed his eyebrows, crossing his arms in an outward sweeping motion in a total "no way" gesture, making the keys in his hands jingle.
"Bromance, bromance, BROMANCE!" Molly smiled calling after Scott as he rushed out of the kitchen, "Bromance!" Molly poked her head out through the swinging door as Scott left the mansion with a loud slam of the front door. If Molly listened closely, she could hear the tires squealing on the pavement outside.
Molly giggled to herself as she carried a tray with a glass of ginger ale,barbecue chips and a flavored ice cup to the elevator and back downstairs.
"I brought you the electric blanket and a sweater in case you get cold," Molly smiled, putting the things on the bed.
"Awwww thaaaanks sweetie, you're the _best_!" Remy smiled, his eyes glassy.
"And the painkiller has made itself comfortable in your system!" Molly giggled, "Uh, I'd better put this away then, for later."
Molly put the stuff aside, standing near the bed.
Molly tried to remember if she'd ever seen Remy high on painkillers. No, she hadn't. This was going to prove very interesting.
"Hey, hey...'mere," Remy motioned to her.
Molly leaned in closer.
"I _love_ you," Remy whispered, smiling hard.
"I know," Molly whispered, "I love you, too. You need some sleep, Remy,"
"Nooooo," Remy disagreed, "I need a pony. I always, alwayyyysss wanted a pony!
Let's get a pony."
"We'll talk about it later," Molly tried her hardest not to laugh, "I'm going to turn off the light and you can get some rest."
"Okay. I love youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Molly," Remy smiled.
"Love you too, Remy," Molly clicked off the light.
After about an hour, the Cantrell's arrived through the front door with Dylan and tons of luggage.
"It's so great seeing you again," Molly hugged Jenna, "And you, Dylan!" Molly touched Dylans face and he smiled, gurgling happily.
"You too, Molly," Jenna smiled, her French accent sounding so sophisticated.
"Do you want some help with the luggage?" Molly asked.
"Don't trouble yourself," Vincent smiled, "Ladies shouldn't have to lift heavy bags and someone so diminutive surely couldn't carry much." He pat her on the head.
"I'm stronger than I look," Molly grinned, walking out to the car despite Vincent's decline.
Molly carried in one of the larger bags. It _was_ heavy, but she managed it.
"Darling," Jenna addressed Molly as she had liked to do over the months, "Where is Remy?"
"Uh, downstairs in the infirmary. We were involved in this big fight and he got the worst of it. He's sleeping it off and on pain killers.
Got his arm burned up really bad," Molly winced.
Jenna and Vincent exchanged troubled looks. Molly and Remy had told/warned them about all their heroics, but it was another thing to be in the middle of the aftermath.
"We'll leave these things here and go down to see him, come along," Vincent said.
"Er, sure," Molly said, leading the way to the elevator.
They looked at Remy through the windows, letting him sleep.
"The poor dear," Jenna was sympathetic, "This doesn't happen often, does it?"
"Not this bad," Molly said, "I mean, sure, we end up in the infirmary sometimes, but we don't usually need painkillers.
He should be awake by the end of the day. Remy bounces back fast. He's tough, don't worry."
Even Dylan seemed to be aware of Remys condition, frowning as he stared on with huge, sad eyes.
"Bh-gahhh!" Dylan put his hands on the glass. Vincent, holding him, guided Dylan away.
"We're working on teaching him to talk," Vincent let his son squeeze his finger, "He hasn't quite gotten the jist of it yet, but he will."
"Aw, that's great!" Molly smiled, "Come on, let's go back upstairs."
A little later they were sitting in the kitchen with tea and cookies.
"There's so much to catch up on," Molly smiled, "We can't wait to show you around town too. We were thinking we could go to the natural history museum this week, if that's okay."
"If Remy is feeling up to it, that would be lovely," Jenna said.
"Agreed," Vincent said, "Sounds quite good."
There was a silence. Molly was good at entertaining, but Remy was better and Molly wished he were there.
"How is your schooling going? College, that is," Jenna asked.
"Oh fine," Molly answered, "Passing classes. A's and B's. I've gotten new teachers this semester and they like me. Things weren't so great in my first semester."
"Good," Jenna smiled, "And what of Remy?"
"He's doing well. Teaching here a lot. He really enjoys it," Molly took a sip of tea, "Of course, teaching mutant kids is a _bit_ more exhausting than a
regular job, but it keeps us both on our toes. I mean, I'm not teaching yet, but I help out a lot."
"Well we hope it pays good," Vincent smiled.
"Yeah," Molly smiled, "But I know I spend it faster than I make it. Remy's a bit more frugal."
"Someone say my name?" Remy smiled, appearing in pants and a hospital gown, holding the steel rod that was holding his IV bag.
"Remy! What are you doing up?" Vincent and everyone rushed over.
"He's got five minutes of visiting time, then it's back to bed," Hank came into the kitchen.
"You should be in bed now!" Jenna was rightly concerned, "Come, we're taking you back."
"I'm so mad," Molly griped, "We would've come down to see you, you big dummy!"
"Cherie, it's a burnt arm, not a broken leg. I can still get up and around," Remy looked at Dylan, smiling excitedly, "Hey, there's my little man.
Look how big you've gotten!"
"Gahhh!" Dylan squealed, arms out, wanting Remy to hold him.
"Sorry hommes, I'm all tied up at the moment," Remy said, still smiling, "As soon as we get downstairs, you can sit on my bed."
They got downstairs and Remy got back into bed. Dylan was placed carefully on his lap to avoid the IV.
Jenna kissed the top of Remys head with flourish. "When Molly told us what happened, it just turned our stomachs!"
"Believe me, I didn't want to come home like this," Remy said, "Hurts worse then anything I've gone through before."
"We can believe it," Vincent said, "I've had burns. They're nothing to take lightly."
"Sweetie, you want anything?" Molly cooed.
"Water, maybe something to snack on," Remy said, "Thanks, cherie."
"Okay. Uh, you all probably want to get settled in. I'll show you to your room too," Molly said.
Upstairs, Dylan's family had a rest in their room while Molly made Remy something to eat.
"How's Remy?" Kurt teleported into the kitchen while Molly made a sandwich.
"Much better than earlier," Molly smiled, "The pain killers made him totally loopy, but he pulled out of it pretty fast. I'm making him something to eat if you want to go see him.
Oh, and Dylan's family made it here okay. They're all napping. It was a long trip."
Kurt nodded, following Molly to the elevator.
Downstairs, Remy was playing solitaire.
"Here you go," Molly smiled, handing Remy the tray.
"Thank you, sweetheart. Hey Kurt," Remy nodded.
"Hey. You don't look too worse for wear," Kurt said.
"Guess not, but I feel it," Remy said, stacking the deck back together and putting the cards aside.
"Did you guys hear about the fair on Saturday?" Kurt asked.
"Yeah and I still don't like it," Molly said, "'The Sharing'? Sounds like a creepy cult or something."
"The Professor and Scott think we should check it out, but they didn't sound as paranoid as you.
You have to lighten up Molly. It could be harmless," Kurt clapped a hand on her shoulder.
"Yeah and it could be a trap to try and kill us all," Molly said, "I always trust my gut and right now it's screaming at me that this sounds bad."
"Except your gut also says that eating five doughnuts in one sitting is a good idea when it's clearly not. I thought you were going to be tossing your cookies for hours after that," Remy said.
"What-ever!" Molly said, "The point is, we should be on our guard."
"Alright, we'll be careful with this. It doesn't mean we can't have fun with it," Kurt reassured her.
"Yeah, yeah," Molly rolled her eyes.
