Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men:Evolution, just myself and any original characters/background characters that might pop up from time to time.
"You look like someone died. Stop moping! You're a free man," Kurt said to Remy during dinner.
"Uh-huh," Remy pushed his broccoli around on his plate. He wasn't very hungry.
"We can go out and do something tonight. Get your mind off of it," Roberto said.
"I'll think about it," Remy said.
After dinner, all the boys we're looking at him expectantly.
"Alright, what do you want to do?" Remy sighed.
"This new amusement park opened up-" Bobby said, but Remy cut him off.
"Hang on. You're using my depression to go ride some roller coasters and hit on girls?" Remy was a little mad.
"No," Bobby said, "We were going to go anyway, we just thought it would cheer you up."
"...Oh. Sorry," Remy felt sheepish.
Kurt drove. Remy sat next to Roberto and Ray. Remys cell phone started ringing.
"Hello?" He answered with a big smile.
"Hey. Sorry to call so late," Molly said on the other end, "I was really busy."
"You're not calling late at all," Remy said.
"What are you doing?" She asked.
"Going to some new amusement park. The guys dragged me out because I...I missed you," Remy tried to find the right words.
"I miss you too. Have lots of fun. Win me something. I gotta go, okay? I'll call you tomorrow," Molly said.
"Okay. Sleep well," Remy said.
"I will because I'll be dreaming of you," Molly said happily.
"Me too," Remy said, "Bye sweetie."
"Bye Remy," Molly said.
Remy clicked a button on the phone.
"How's she doing?" Sam asked in the seat in front of Remy.
"Good. She's gonna call me tommorrow. She wants me to win her something at the park." Remy said.
"Win her something?" Roberto said, "Knowing you, you're going to win her like ten or twenty things."
"Yeah," Remy smiled, looking out the window and seeing the parks neon lights.
WHAM!
The milk bottles went flying.
"Pick your prize, my boy," The happy looking fat man behind the small booth said.
"That one," Remy pointed to huge, life-size plush Siberian tiger.
So far Remy had one Molly two giant teddy bears, a large pink squid, three goofy looking horses, two other tigers and a dolphin that was as long as he was tall. Thankfully the park wasn't that far away from the institute, so every time Remy won something, Kurt could just teleport it back to Molly's room.
"Dude, you're insane," Ray said.
"He's in love. Love makes people insane," Scott said. With the Blackbird, Scott had gotten back some time after dropping Molly off in Nevada.
"Well, I might win myself something yet. The night is still young," Remy finally smiled.
"That's great and all, but the point of tonight _was_ to get your mind _off_ your girlfriend," Kurt said, "So I say that was the last prize for Molly. I can't keep 'porting back and forth anyway, it's getting tiring and I'm getting hungry. The rest of the night is about you. Guy time."
"Okay. Let's go pig out then," Remy pointed to a stand that made funnel cake. The boys went nuts on funnel cake. Remy had four, but Kurt had them all beat by eating six. Or was it seven? Remy had lost count.
They started walking again, then Remy stopped in his tracks. The tunnel of love was placed at their right. He couldn't help but stare at it.
Remy's mind flashed back to an old memory. Him. Molly. The tunnel of love at the carnival. The boat leaking. That memory led to thinking of them kissing. Remy sighed.
"Ohh no you don't!" Kurt pulled Remy forward, "Come on, keep walking fraulien."
"Let's go to that one!" Jamie pointed. He, Pierre and Davis had come along since they would've whined all week about being left out if they hadn't. Jamie was pointing to one of those game booths where you threw darts at balloons. "Hah," Remy smirked, "Cake. I could probably win ten prizes from there with my eyes closed."
His aim was excellent from years of throwing cards.
Remy didn't win that many in the end because he didn't play that many times. It got tedious quickly because it was far too easy for him. He needed a game with some challenge to it. He won himself a watch, a small flashlight, a kazoo, novelty googly eyed glasses,
and joke teeth. He gave all these away to the younger boys.
Next up they decided to go to the house of mirrors. It was very silly and fun for the younger kids. Remy was pretty amused too, but he was immature at heart.
Before they knew it was 11 PM and time to go home. Remy took a shower and went to bed, but he didn't go to sleep. He wasn't anywhere near sleepy, so he just lay there in the dark, staring at the ceiling. He started quietly humming to himself.
It didn't take him but a minute to recognize the song, one of Molly's favorites.
Remy found himself getting up and walking to her room, an idea coming to him. A silly, stupid, weird idea, but an idea nonetheless.
He took the tiger he got her some time ago, Blinky and the pillow from her bed, plus a shirt. He took them back to his room. Remy swapped pillows and put the tiger and t-shirt next to him. The pillow smelled like her hair. The shirt reminded him of what it was like to touch her. And Blinky was comforting, if nothing else. With that, Remy fell asleep.
The alarm went off and Remy dragged himself out of bed. The first feeling to hit him was miserableness when he stepped out of his room. Remy suddenly felt lonely. Empty and alone.
He dressed and went down to breakfast. As usual, everyone was hyperactive and rowdy. He sat down and ate quietly. Afterwards, he cleared his plate and just sat at the table, staring into space.
"You want to go shoot hoops with us?" one of the boys asked.
"No, thanks. You guys go ahead," Remy barely smiled. Then he just sat there. His day was void of plans and he really didn't feel like doing anything.
He didn't notice the faculty at the end of the table talking.
"Remy?" Charles said.
Silence.
"...Remy?" Charles repeated. Remy finally looked up, "Why don't you go out with Logan for a while?"
"Pardon?" Remy said, "Logan _wants_ company?"
"You either come along or I drag you out," Logan said gruffly.
"Okay, okay," Remy stood up and they walked out to one of the cars.
"Where are we headed?" Remy said in a flat tone of voice. His usual zest and whit seemed to be nonexistent.
"I'll surprise you," Logan rolled his eyes, "The point is, you need to get away from the mansion for more then just a couple hours. It's obvious you're not acting like yourself."
"I guess not," Remy shrugged a little, "I mean, it's weird. I've been in love before. A lot of times. I've never felt this emptiness before. I feel so...hollow. She's only been gone a day and I feel like...like..."
"Like you're dead inside," Logan pointedly provided.
"Exactly!-Is it that obvious to everyone else?" Remy questioned.
"Yeah, but we've all been there," Logan said.
"Have you 'been there'?" Remy finally smirked, feeling a little better.
"Don't push it," Logan said.
Remy leaned back in his seat a little, rolling down the window for some air. Fresh air smelled good. It made him feel alive again.
"So, uh," Remy tried to make conversation, "how's Rogue doing? Haven't seen her much lately."
"Fine. I guess she wants to take up some kind of music course as her college major or something," Logan said.
"Sounds like her. Is Laura doing alright?" Remy didn't see the formerly named X-23 around the mansion very much. She was like a little shadow, only seen when she wanted to be.
"The kid keeps to herself. Word around is she likes some boy," Logan said.
"Got any idea who? You going to talk to him?" Remy actually smiled.
"No leads yet. I might. We'll see," Logan smiled back.
The two of them soon arrived at the local stadium. Logan bought two tickets for the football game that was about to start.
"You want to get us something to eat?" Logan handed Remy some money.
"Yeah," Remy said. He wasn't very hungry after just having breakfast, but nachos and a pretzel suddenly sounded good.
Remy bought the food and came back after some time. The game definitely got his mind off of everything. He couldn't remember the last time he'd gotten to go to a football game, it had been some years. Usually Remy just watched them at home instead.
"Thanks," Remy smiled as they left the stadium, "That was really fun."
"You're not gonna hug me, are you?" Logan said.
"No," Remy said.
"Good. We got a few more stops to make," Logan got in the car and started driving.
Those "few more stops" included going to a sporting good store, lunch at a diner on the edge of town, A trip through an upscale car shop, stopping to look at motorcycles because Logan was looking to buy a new one, getting supplies for a fishing trip that Logan planned to go on _alone_, and finally going to a skeezy dive just outside of town to play pool.
"You want to try a beer, kid?" Logan said.
Remy wasn't altogether surprised by the suggestion. "You'd let me drink beer?"
"You want one or not?"
"I...no, thanks. Not really in the mood," Remy said. It was a nice offer, but Remy thought it was pushing the limits and didn't want to see the old guy getting reamed by Charles for encouraging under-age drinking.
"Suit yourself. What do you feel like then?" Logan said. It was a mixed bar, with soda, tea, anything you could want.
"Ginger ale, thanks," Remy leaned over the pool table. Hit the red ball right into the corner pocket.
The two of them played quietly for a long time.
Remy didn't want to get sentimental, because Logan would kick him for it and he knew it,
but he felt like saying something. This had been one of the best days he'd ever had.
"Uh..." Remy cleared his throat, "I guess this is what having a dad is like."
Logan just stopped playing pool and stared at Remy like he had admitted that he liked to wear women's underwear.
"I mean, you know," Remy said, "When I was growing up I never got to do stuff like this. Not even close.
Um, I guess I'm trying to say thank you."
"You're welcome," Logan gave Remy a half-smile.
They stayed there until it was time to go home for dinner. Remy was tired, but happy.
So tired, that he ate dinner, took a shower and went straight to bed. No sleepless night tonight, but instead he enjoyed happy, vivid dreams.