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 took some time to find a decent raspberry souffle in Washington and a good healthy salad, but they found it.
They were walking down the street on their way back, when a nearby bank robbery caught their attention.
"We should let the police handle it," Remy said.
"Yeah," Kitty said.
"Yeah," Kurt agreed.
Molly was about to agree, "We _should_, but my sense of duty is bugging me, telling me not to let innocent people get hurt.-Darn you, sense of duty."
"Fine," Kurt rolled his eyes. He teleported them nearby.
"Plan?" Kitty asked.
"Ambush," Remy said, "But watch out for guns," he threw Molly a very concerned look.
"I got it, I got it!" Molly groaned.
They went inside. Three men, all with guns, all with masks...and a hostage situation.
People cowered on the floor with their hands all behind their heads. Women with little children, grown men, old people. It was a disturbing sight. Remy could just imagine how terrified all those people felt.
"BAMF" Kurt quickly 'ported away their guns.
Kitty phased through the floor, phasing the ends of one robber's pant legs through the floor so that he couldn't move.
Molly jumped on another as a tiger.
Suddenly he grabbed her face and she started changing back. Remy watched a human Molly pass out onto the floor in a slump, completely unconscious but breathing as her hair splayed out and her body went limp. She would've looked peaceful if it hadn't been a dire situation.
Remy ran over and pulled the man away from Molly, getting his hands behind his back.
"What did you do?!" Remy said.
"Made her forget some things. Our powers aren't destructive, so we had guns. If you hadn't meddled, we would've gotten away with it," The guy with the scars all over his face said, his perfectly shiny blonde hair gleaming in the sunlight.
"What did you make her forget?!" Remy growled, eyes lit up, ready to seriously hurt the guy.
"A lot of stuff. It's hard to keep track. I guess everything starting at some point. Like...something about her turning into a rabbit and a thunderstorm...and everything after that, well, poof," The man said.
"No," Remy said, eyes huge with shock, "No!" He pushed the man across the room with all his strength.
The man fell to the floor in a heap, ending up against a nearby table, his eyes wide with fear at Remy. Remy probably would've started pummeling him if Kitty and Kurt hadn't held him back.
"Remy, Remy! It's going to be okay!" Kitty said.
"There's nothing we can do now. We just have to go," Kurt said.
Remy pulled away, picking Molly up, cradling her against him close and firm, but gently. They teleported out.
They went to the hospital and quickly had Molly admitted. It seemed like the natural thing to do if she really had lost her memory.
Remy paced the hall, not able to keep still in his worry.
"She's awake," A handsome, young, blonde male doctor came out, "But she did seem to lose a lot of her memory. You're going to want to be careful around her. She may not remember you."
Remy shoved past the doctor hurriedly, ignoring the warning as his shoes squeaked on the linoleum floor, rushing to the hospital bed. All Remy wanted was to see Molly awake and healthy, unharmed.
"Molly," Remy hugged her. He couldn't help it, but he wasn't prepared for what happened next.
"Uh, sorry? Do I...do I know you?" Molly said.
Remy let go and looked at her, aghast. His mouth hung open like it wouldn't close again and his eyes went wide in shock.
"Oh no," Kitty said in a quiet voice from behind Remy.
"It's me," Remy said, "Remy. your...your boyfriend."
Molly smiled, then laughed a little. "Uh, I've never had a boyfriend...and even if I had, there's _no way_ I could ever get a guy like you! Not in a million years."
"Molly? You really don't remember me? At all?" Remy was in total shock. He felt numb. All her memories of him-the good and bad-were gone? Just like that?
Molly slowly shook her head. "Afraid not. Sorry. I mean, I'm still kind of getting over the fact that it's not the year or month I remember,
so...you...that's really throwing me for a loop."
"Kids,if I could have a minute?" The doctor said.
The three of them stepped back outside and the doctor shut the door.
"She remembers who she is and many other things, but it seems whatever happened to her has effected her memory from a whole two years prior to now," The doctor said.
"She wouldn't remember us. She wouldn't remember that she's..."Kurt trialed.
"I'm afraid not. She wouldn't even remember about being a mutant either. You're going to want to break it all to her gently," the doctor said, "That _would've_ included important things like being her boyfriend. That can come as quite a shock."
"Yeah, sorry," Remy glared, "But when the love of your life goes through an ordeal, you want to be there when they wake up-wether they know who you are or not."
"I'll stop by later. Just try to keep her calm and don't upset her," The doctor said with all the ease of an experienced medical physician.
"Love of your life, huh?" Kitty elbowed Remy.
"Yeah, strong words there," Kurt elbowed him as well.
"Alright Thing One and Thing Two, we have to come up with a plan on how to...how to deal with this," Remy said, still trying to process things. Molly didn't remember him, her friends, what happened over the past few days. Her entire time at The School, wiped clean. That included-it pained Remy to think about-Molly falling in love with him. Just yesterday. It was all gone in such a short amount of time.
"We'll just take it slowly," Kurt said, "Re-introduce her to things a little at a time. No shocks, no scares-and definitely no morphing until she's ready."
"yeah. You'd better go get a power inhibitor from the jet, please," Remy rubbed the back of his neck, wondering how he would go back and face Molly when she didn't even know who he was.
Suddenly Remy found Kitty hugging him. She reminded him of Molly a little-not tall enough for her head to go over his shoulder, only standing pressed into his chest. Her brown hair as he stared down at the top of her head. Her warm personality. "It's going to be okay, Remy. Don't give up," Kitty said.
"I won't," Remy said.
The two of them went back into the room.
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"So we were best friends?" Molly tilted her head, staring at Kitty quizzically.
"Yes," Kitty smiled, "We went shopping all the time and did a lot of things together. Shared books, watched movies, ate out. I'm a vegetarian too!"
"That's cool," Molly said. She stared at Remy for a few moments. Stared at him like there was something she was trying to remember, but had forgotten.
Remy wanted to grab her and kiss her passionately to _make_ Molly remember, but he knew deep down that wouldn't do any good. It only happened in books and movies like that.
"So, uh...?" Molly said.
"Remy," Remy provided, feeling awkward.
"Remy. Right. I-I'm sorry I'm horrible with names," Molly played with her hair, "How long had-uh, have-we been going out?"
"Almost a year," Remy smiled a little, remembering what Molly couldn't. All the crazy mishaps and adventures they'd shared together. So much...gone. How had that guy made her forget _so much_?
"Wow. That's so long," Molly marveled, "When you said it, I thought maybe it had been, like, a couple weeks or something. I guess I should ask you, d-do you...love...me?" Molly blushed.
"Yes," Remy brightened up quickly, "Yes! Completely, Molly." He resisted the strong, overwhelming urge to grab her hands. Hoping against hope that maybe it was starting to come back to her.
"And Me? Do I feel the...the same way?" Molly asked.
...Or not.
"Yes," Remy smiled, still happy, "You do."
"Did I always feel that way?" Molly asked.
Kitty and Remy looked at each other. Kitty subtly nodded, giving Remy the go ahead.
"Actually, I'm sorry to tell you this, but you didn't always. It was only...recently...you said you loved me," Remy let Molly down gently. No reason to upset her.
"Oh," Molly said, "Gosh, I'm sorry Remy. That's really rough. I mean...I just did and now I..." Molly said, trailing. She suddenly putting a hand behind her head with a big, embarrassed smile. "Wow, I'm sorry! I'm really messing up today!"
Remy smiled sadly. That was just the kind of thing that Molly normally said.
"You're not messing up. You're just fine, Cherie."
"Hm? You're French?" Molly smiled a little as her eyes lit up.
"Close. Cajun. From Louisiana. I call you a lot of things in French," Remy smiled, "Terms of endearment. Like, I've always called you Petite." Remy moved his chair very close to the bed, suddenly feeling better...and a little flirty.
"I think that's my cue to leave," Kitty announced.
They ignored her, staring into each others eyes, smiling dopily.
"I'm going to go run naked in the street!" Kitty said loudly.
They continued to ignore her, sickeningly preoccupied with each other.
"Okay, you guys have fun," Kitty phased through the door and went to go find a vending machine.
"'Petite'," Molly said, looking thoughtful as she put a finger to her chin, "I kind of like that. I mean, I guess it does sort of fit."
"It fits you perfectly," Remy beamed, "Always has. Always will."
"So if you don't mind my asking," Molly said, "What's up with your eyes? I mean, they're...very pretty...but so, uh, unique."
"That's a long story," Remy said, "Do you remember about mutants, Molly?"
"Yeah. You hear about them on the news all the time. I never understood how people could be so cruel just because of the way someone was born. It's not fair," Molly said, bringing her knees up to her chin and wrapping her arms around her legs.
"Well, I'm a mutant," Remy said, "My eyes have always been like this."
"Okay. So if you are...I guess maybe I am too? I mean, why else would I be in Washington?" Molly said. Remy marveled at her quick mind. Even with major memory loss, she was still sharp. He felt his love for her suddenly deepen a little. Maybe Molly was a little ditzy sometimes, but Remy held her in high regard as one of the smartest people he'd ever known.
"Yes," Remy answered, "I hope that doesn't upset you too much."
"Eh," Molly shrugged, "So I have powers. I'm weird enough already, what else is new?"
Remy frowned, "I never thought you were weird. Why do you say that?" Even though he already knew how she would answer, the question just slipped out.
Molly laughed sardonically, "Let's see. I'm too short, I'm overweight, I'm...very curvy...some people in my family make fun of me a lot for being odd. I am a total ditz and a spazz case. I have horrible allergies. And to top it all off...I'm eighteen and I've never had a b-well...I guess that's not true anymore, is it?"
Molly laughed at herself.
"You're nineteen now, actually. And I like so many of those things about you. They make you so endearing to me," Remy said.
"Oh," Molly blushed again.
"Not to mention you are very smart, beautiful, funny and incredibly sweet," Remy said. He was dying to hold her hand or hug her, but he knew it would just make her uncomfortable. Like it used to way back when. In essence, Remy was dealing with the version of Molly that she had been upon meeting him. Shy and inexperienced in a ton of things. The mentally younger Molly.
So it was all back to square one.
Kurt came back with the power dampener. After explaining what it did and why they were using it, he attached it to Mollys wrist.
"Um, no one said what exactly my powers were," Molly said, looking very curious.
"Anthromorpic transformation. You can turn into animals," Remy said.
"Okay. Strangely fitting," Molly smirked, "What kinds of animals?"
"Anything from chipmunks to dinosaurs," Kurt chimed in, "It took you a long time to practice and get control, but you're really great at it now.-Well...you may have to relearn some things." Kurt quickly amended.
"It's fine. Practice makes perfect," Molly said.
"I called the teachers. They're on their way," Kurt said.
"Good," Remy said, "In the meantime, I guess we'll just hang out."