Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men:Evolution or it's characters. Just my OC, Molly Callum/Creature and any original characters/background characters that may pop up from time to time.
After a late lunch, Molly and Remy went into Remy's room for some cuddling time alone. They were sitting side by side on the bed, comfortable, but there was a little awkwardness in the air.
"You're sure you don't want to make-out?" Remy asked.
"I'm sure. I'm just not in the mood right now," Molly said, "Sorry."
"Don't be sorry. I get it. I'm here. You're going through a hard time right now and that's not what you need," Remy kissed Molly on the side of her head, "Sometimes I'm just a little too clingy."
"You're not clingy. You just, like, bounce back faster then I do," Molly said.
"And, relatively speaking, I've been through more then you have. Been through things like this before," Remy said.
"I know," Molly ran a hand over his, enlacing her fingers with his own.
Silence.
"At least you're here. You understand. You're my support system," Molly smiled, albeit a bit sadly, "Sometimes I wish you didn't have to be. Sometimes I wish we were normal. That we didn't have to go through all this."
"Normal would be nice sometimes, I'll admit," Remy said, "But I think it's the hard times we go through that makes me appreciate everything more. What we have...I couldn't have with just anyone."
Molly tilted her head. "Are you going to cry?"
"What? No! I'm just saying you're important. I love you,okay?" Remy actually blushed.
Molly smiled. "Okay. You're right about that, and I love you too."
She pulled Remy closer for a kiss, but the door flew open and a whirlwind blew through, which meant Pietro had interrupted them. Suddenly Mollys hands were taped together as well as her feet, and tape was covering her mouth.
"PIETRO!" Remy yelled, finding half a second later, tape over his mouth. He moved to get out of bed, but hadn't noticed his feet had also been taped together,so he fell face first to the floor.
"Well someone has to keep you kids in check," Pietro appeared in the doorframe, "Tsk-tsk! Shouldn't you have a chaperone?"
Lance walked by suddenly. "Oh jeez," He put a hand to his head, going to untie Remy and Molly.
When she was free, Molly marched over to Pietro, grabbing his arm so he couldn't get away.
"Give me one good reason not to kill you!"
"Don't waste your energy," Remy came over and pried Molly away, "If they get in trouble,
Freddy is out on the street with them and we wouldn't want that."
"No," Molly agreed.
"Stay in line or you're going to get it," Lance pointed a finger in Pietros face.
Lance walked away and Pietro just stood there.
"Well...shoo," Molly tried waving him away like a pesky fly.
"Fine, I'll go," Pietro said, "But don't think I won't stop bugging you."
"Nyaah!" Molly just stuck her tongue out at him.
Remy gently led her away.
"Come on. I think there's ice cream downstairs."
Downstairs, Molly finished off a bowl of ice cream. Between that and Remy around, it did make her feel better and make her forget all about Pietro's weird prank.
Molly yawned. "I could use a nap, but now I'm afraid I might wake up to see my bra on a flagpole or something."
"You really should go catch some sleep. I can keep him occupied," Remy said.
"How-" Molly started to ask.
"Don't you worry about that. Go sleep," Remy said smoothly.
Molly went upstairs, hoping Remy knew better then to start a prank war with Pietro. It didn't seem like a smart thing to do.
Molly lay down after taking her shoes off and getting comfortable. Instead of worrying, she concentrated on thinking about Remy. He was her safety net, her constant.
He was so strong, both physically, (drool, drool and humina, humina!) and emotionally. Remy had beautiful eyes and a great smile, sure, but he supported Molly, understood her, and loved her.
Molly knew she could be difficult sometimes, but Remy still loved her despite that. Then there were times like this when things were going crazy, out of control, and Remy stood by her through it all. (Okay, her friends had too, but that was much different.)
Eventually falling asleep, Molly had dreams again. Good dreams, this time. Well, a little better then just "good". This time they were more personal. Her mind was engulfed in flames of passion. Not for the first time, but it had been a while since her subconscious had gone..."there". Probably the result of watching too many romantic movies with Kitty and Jean,
but whatever. Her mind brush stroked the idea of Remy creating soliloquies about her body, her beauty. This was _heavenly._
"Molly! Molly! Wake up!" Kurt was yelling at her and shaking her.
"Wh-wha? Kurt, stop shaking me!" Molly shoved his arms away.
"You were moaning a lot. I thought you were having another nightmare," Kurt.
Molly smacked herself on the forehead. "KUUUURT! I wasn't...it wasn't like that! It w-was a, um, a good dream. A _really_ good dream."
"What's going on?" Remy appeared in the doorway.
Crap.
"Nothing!" Molly yelped.
"What's wrong?" Remy sat on the bed, gently gripping Mollys shoulders, "You can tell me."
Kurt stood there, watching, presumably for extra emotional support.
"Don't worry about it," Molly felt her face get even hotter, her eyes unable to help admiring Remy.
Cheese and rice, why did he have to be so perfect looking? The long legs, muscular body, and unfathomable cheekbones.
Not to mention his hauntingly beautiful one-of-a-kind eyes.
Remys hands dropped, then one hand held Mollys.
"I can't help you out if you're not honest. I want to help."
"There's really nothing to talk about. It was another dumb dream," Molly said.
"Baby, you shouldn't down play it like that. It's making us all really worried," Remy said.
"It is. We can help," Kurt smiled gently.
"I...it wasn't...I just..." Molly stammered, lost.
"Let it out," Remy insisted.
"No!" Molly said.
"Molly?" Kurt gave her the most worried look.
"...IT WAS A SEX DREAM!" Molly screamed at the top of her lungs, unable to take anymore.
Kurt went from being a nice shade of royal blue to a pale sky blue color as his eyes bugged out.
His tail even drooped. "M-Molly? You were? You...?"
Remy didn't look happy that Molly had yelled it so loud the entire school heard it.
Meanwhile, Todd hopped into the room.
"Yo, I don't think they heard you in France. Wanna say it again?-Woah!"
He ducked out after a shoe was thrown at him.
"What's going on in here?" Scott stood in the doorway from out of nowhere.
"Oh nothing," Molly said calmly, "Just THE WORST DAY OF MY LIFE!"
After Remy got everyone out of the room, he left the door ajar and sat back down on the bed.
"Next time, just tell me. Whisper it or something. Don't try to hide it."
"I _know_. I'm really sorry, but I couldn't take that look on Kurt's face. I've never seen him so worried," Molly said.
"Yeah, well, just because Kurt looks worried..." Remy made an annoyed face.
Molly gave Remy a kiss on the cheek.
"Next time I won't yell it. Promise!"
A few hours later, there was the usual distress call coming in from the city. The Brotherhood boys met the X-Men out in the garage. "...What are you doing?" Molly raised an eyebrow.
"Helping," Toad said cheerfully.
"Thanks, but no thanks. We've got this under control," Cyclops said, starting to get into the drivers seat.
"We can help," Avalanche insisted, "it's better then sitting around here doing nothing."
Cyclops mulled it over for a few seconds.
"...Get in, but stay out of trouble and try to follow directions."
A short time later, they were at the scene.
A well known animal activist group had stopped their peaceful rallying at a hunting and fishing expo and it had quickly turned into a brawl. People were fighting one another, some were covered in red paint,
but some of the show booths were on fire, had been on fire and smoking, or torn apart by vicious protestors.
This was all made worse by the fact that the convention hall was huge, so there was more of a mess then there would have been if it had been held at a smaller venue. Not to mention the thousands of people made things near suffocating.
"Spread out," Cyclops ordered, "Take care of the injured and get anyone fighting under control."
Creature changed into tiger form in hopes of scaring off some of the rioters and hunters from causing more damage, but things weren't going to turn out that way. Instead, moments after walking around, hunters got the jump on her, crowding her against a booth.
It wasn't the men that scared her, it was what they were holding; Shiny knives and daggers.
Except Creature was reminded of scalpels and being cut open instead. She scrunched up, backing further into the booth behind her, her breathing quickening through her mouth and her eyes going wide in fear.
She bumped hard against the table, causing hunting knives, rifles and traps to scatter on the floor around her noisily. Creature changed back, her heart beating out of her chest, having a full on panic attack as tears reached her eyes. She heard Gambit say something, but everything sounded far away.
Whoooosh!
Creature blinked, finding herself outside...and in Quicksilver's arms.
"Had to get you out of there. You were freezing up," Quicksilver set her down.
Creature calmed down by a fraction of a hair. The danger was gone, but her body was still on high alert.
"I...I gotta sit down," Creature said quietly, slowly edging down to the sidewalk.
Quicksilver just stared at her.
"Go back inside," Creature looked at him.
"Uh, no," Quicksilver gave her an 'are you nuts?' look.
"What?" Creature questioned.
"You're screwed up right now. Someone should stay with you. They'll manage without me," Quicksilver sat down next to her.
The sidewalk in front of the convention hall was empty, since it was a weekday morning and everyone was inside.
"Do you want to talk about it or something?" Quicksilver looked reluctant.
"No. Thanks," Creature said, wrapping her arms around her shoulders, still looking shaken up.
The two sat in silence for a long time, until Nightcrawler teleported in front of them.
"We could really use you back in-" He said to Creature, then saw how she was doing.
"Can't," Creature answered, "Quicksilver can go. I just...I froze up in there."
Nightcrawler and Quicksilver looked at each other, then back at Creature.
"Alright, I'll go," Quicksilver, "Just hang in there."
"Call me on the comms if you need me," Nightcrawler said before teleporting away.
