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.


The plan was to first spy out the place, then go charging in.

Unfortunately...

"It's empty," Jean informed them after checking through a window, "There's nothing inside."

"No! We came all this was for nothing!" Molly kicked a can so that it ricochet off the side of the building. That wasn't the end of her tantrum yet.

"It isn't fairrrauuughhhh..." Her body was already morphing out of control, expressing her inner turmoil that words couldn't. The team looked on feeling helpless to stop her and really not sure what to do as she turned into a rhino, then went running _through_ five warehouses. The amount of destruction Molly was causing was an incredible amount, not to mention it just downright frightened all of her friends.

"Should we stop her?" Sam wondered.

"You want to stop her, be my guest," Kurt said.

They decided keeping an eye on Molly would be a good idea. Usually she could keep herself in check, but presently the girl was unpredictable and dangerous.
Remy balled his hands into fists, his jaw set, as he watched Molly as a rhino buck and stomp in an empty parking lot, making the ground shake. As she slowly changed back, he edged closer until she was human again. Molly was on her knees and just when Remy put his arms around her, she fainted from exhaustion.
"You're just a bundle of emotions," Remy murmured as he cradled her.

"If I've said it once, I've said it a million times-put me down," Molly said upon waking up.

"Do you feel alright?" Remy was concerned.

"Just really drained," Molly said.

"Then I'm not putting you down," Remy kissed her.

"You're so embarrassing," Molly said, avoiding eye contact.

Everyone piled in the jet, the disappointment so thick in the air you could cut it with a knife. No one said much on the way back.

"Is anyone, like, mad at us?" Molly asked quietly.

"No one is mad at you," Jean said, "We didn't know the place was going to to be empty."

"But everyone has been looking so hard and then we just come up with this dead end...and...and..." Molly started crying.

Remy hugged Molly telling her that everything was going to be fine, trying desperately to console her, but in the end she just leaned against him and got very quiet.

When they finally arrived home, Remy wasn't sure what to do next. Molly was miserable.

"Do you want to be alone?" He asked as they stood in the empty hanger after everyone had gone upstairs.

"Yes...no...I don't know!" Molly admitted, "I don't know what to do. Everyone is trying and we're not getting anywhere. I feel lost. Hopeless."

"It's not hopeless," Remy reached out to hold her hands, "Things...they aren't just going to happen instantly. I know you're afraid that we're going to lose the Professor forever, but even if that happens, we'll all find a way to move on."

Molly heaved a sigh. "Okay. Once again, you're right. We're doing all we can so I guess we should just try and relax now. Go and do something fun or whatever."

"If you like, but you did just faint back there," Remy said.

"I'll be okay. I feel fine," Molly smiled.

Remy kissed her again, reaching behind to rub her neck. Mollys feelings were still a jumble, but he sensed that she was calm and not the ballistic mess that she had been earlier.
Molly was just a little tired and still upset, just like everyone else. The mission had been nothing but a big disappointment. Now it was Remy's job to get Mollys mind off of it.

His hand went lower, rubbing her shoulders. Her body was tight and tense. Molly wouldn't agree to be massaged by him, but it was possible to find an alternative.

"Why don't you get changed and I'll find something for us to do," Remy said.

"Okay, but I was enjoying the shoulder rub," Molly smiled.


After Remy had changed clothes, he did a quick internet search. When he found what he was looking for, he printed out directions, then waited in front of Mollys door.

"You look like the cat that got the cream. What's going on?" Molly raised an eyebrow after coming out of her room.

"Go get your purse. We're going out for a while," Remy said.

Moments later they were driving down the road into town. "It's another famous Remy LeBeau surprise," Molly smirked, playfully poking him in the shoulder teasingly. "Yeah," Remy said, feigning bashfulness.

"If we ever get engaged, I'm not going to know what hit me," Molly said, giggling. A little while ago they had decided definite plans for marriage _were_ pretty immature, so they came to the conclusion to not make any concrete decisions just yet and let life take it's course. Things changed all the time, no matter how strongly they felt about each other.
"No you are definitely not," Remy turned the radio on, keeping it low.

Fifteen minutes later they arrived. A spa. A _quality_ spa. One that had massages, facials and pedicures, the works.

"You really are the best boyfriend ever!" Molly hugged him.

"I just want what's best for you," Remy hugged back.

They went inside and Molly picked out an inexpensive-frankly, very cheap-spa package from the list of available choices.
"Not that one," Remy advised, "Pick a different one. More expensive. You're acting like I can't afford it."

"Okay, okay! Uh...I guess the super deluxe one then," Molly shrugged. That had a hot stone massage, a facial, a mani-pedi, a salt glow,
and one hour in a private hot tub. It was also almost 300 dollars. Remy wasn't put out, but he also realized that he might not be doing anything fun for a while either.
It was worth it, he knew this. Remy took out his card and put it on credit.

"Have fun. Call me when you're finished," Remy kissed Molly. Being almost 300 dollars poorer was worth it to see her happy again. "Okay! Thanks a million Remy," She let the female masseuse lead her into a door to the right.

"Anything for you sir?" The girl behind the counter asked.

"No, no," Remy held up his hands with a laugh, "I'm not into this kind of stuff. It's just for my girlfriend."

"Alright, you have a nice day then!" The girl said with a cheery smile.
Remy went out to run a few errands to kill time while Molly relaxed at the spa.

A couple hours later Remy was on his way back when he slammed on the brakes. There was a dog in the road. Not a small dog either, but some kind of fairly large mutt.
It was brown with a patch of white on his chest. The street wasn't very busy at all, so Remy opened his door and called the dog over.
"Hey, uh, come here boy!" Remy whistled a little at the lost dog. The dog was more then happy to come over and jump into the car, climbing over Remy and into the front passenger seat. "Friendly, aren't you?" Remy looked at the dog with slight grimace.

Unfortunately, the dog wasn't very clean. Muddy paws had made Remy's car dirty. Remy knew he didn't have time right now to find the owner, but after he picked up Molly they could come back around and ask people. He made his way back to the spa. "Be a good dog," Remy left the window open a bit, locking up the car.
The dog proceeded to bark at strangers passing by, as dogs often do. As long as the mutt didn't chew on anything, Remy was happy. The muddy stains would come out of the seats with some hard scrubbing.

Molly looked refreshed as she waited in the lobby for Remy. She seemed to be glowing,
"Enjoy yourself?" Remy held her hand as they left. "Yeah, it was really great. Just what I needed," Molly said.
"Well don't get too excited, but I found a lost dog on the way here," Remy said.

Molly not getting too excited over animals was impossible. "Really?" Molly dropped Remy's hand and rushed over to the car. The dog seemed pretty excited over her too, barking and trying to smell Molly through the window. "Aww, hi doggy! Aren't you sweet!-You're very dirty! Yes! Yes you are!" Molly gushed. Remy smiled. Molly was downright adorable when she got around animals to Remy. Maybe this was what she needed to help get her out of her depressed mood.

They two of them got into the car, but Remy had to restrain the dog from jumping into the back seat with Molly since he was a mess and she had just come from the spa. "Maybe we should go home and clean him up? I could send somebody out to get a leash and a collar too, so we can start looking for his owner," Molly said.

"That's not a bad idea. I just hope we don't get yelled at for bringing him into the house," Remy said. The dog had settled down, so Remy started driving home.

"Heh. Makes me think of all the times I ran into strays," Molly said, "I got yelled at sometimes."

"I'm sorry," Remy said.

"No big deal. I should have known better anyway," Molly said.

They rode the rest of the way home in silence. The dog relaxed a great deal, Remy noticed. When they got back, Remy carried him quickly inside the house, into the elevator and then into the nearest bathroom.

"Oh man, I just realized we don't have any, like, dog soap," Remy said as they waited for the tub to fill.

Molly laughed heartily. Remy was happy, but confused.
"What's so funny?" Remy wondered.

"It's...it's called dog shampoo!" Molly finally caught her breath.

"I like dog soap better," Remy said.

"Anyway, we don't need it. We just need to dilute some dish soap is all. I've had lots of dogs, don't worry," Molly explained.

Remy went downstairs and came back with the soap and a couple disposable plastic cups. One to dilute the soap, the other to help rinse the dog. Remy didn't do much except help hold the mutt. Remy hadn't ever owned a dog and Molly seemed to know what she was doing.

Remy could feel that Molly was a lot happier then she had been that morning. Her negative feelings seemed to vanish completely. This made Remy feel relieved.

"We're both soaking wet," Remy grinned, wiping some suds from his shirt.

"That's half the fun," Molly said.

Unfortunately, the dog started whining as they started rinsing him off.

"Uh-oh," Molly said.

"Shh! You have to be quiet, Chien ,or you're going to get us in trouble!" Remy said.

The dog actually stayed quiet, proceeding to lick Remy on the arm instead.
"Chien?" Molly questioned.

"It's French for dog," Remy said.

"Oh. Well we're almost done," Molly said.

They finished the dog's bath, dried him off the best they could and ran him back out to the car. Quickly thinking, they parked Remy's car down the street just in case the dog became noisy again.
After that The two of them changed out of their wet clothes and split up to find Kurt.

Remy found him first in the kitchen. "Kurt, Molly and I need a big favor," Remy said. He quickly summarized the situation and of course Kurt was happy to help.

"I'll be back soon," Kurt said, then turning on his image inducer and teleporting to the nearest pet supply store.

Remy contacted Molly on his own communicator and they met back at the car. "We just have to wait for Kurt," Remy said as they sat in the car. The dog seemed to prefer the front passenger seat so Molly was sitting in the back again.

Molly leaned over the front seat and gave Remy a kiss on the cheek. "It was very sweet of you to rescue him."

"It wasn't much," Remy turned around to face Molly.

They smiled at each other, then started kissing.

Then the dog decided to butt in by trying to jump between them. Remy almost ended up with a mouthful of fur.
"Hey, hey!" Remy protested, "This is _my_ girlfriend. Got that? I can kiss her if I want to."

"He's probably just being protective. Maybe his owner is a girl," Molly said.

"Still, I'm not letting some mutt getting between us kissing," Remy said, going in to kiss Molly again.

The dog didn't jump into the middle of things that time, but he did start crying and bumping his nose against Remy.

"Oh for crying out loud!" Remy put his hands up, "I avoid hitting you with my car and this is the thanks I get?"

The dog just tilted his head at Remy, confused.

"Don't worry," Molly smiled at Remy, "Once we find his owner things will be back to normal."

Remy hoped that they would find his owner soon.


AN: A lot of times when I'm writing, the story line of '...And then Remy almost hits a dog/cat/animal of your choice here' comes into my head when I get stuck and don't know what to write next. This time it seemed like a good idea so I went with it. It's also a tribute to my now deceased dogs, Wiley and Cleveland, and probably stems from the fact that I can't really have a dog at the moment because it's inconvinent for everyone else and I want one _very_ badly. Chester has some of their traits in him, like hyperactiveness (Wiley) and getting in between two people kissing (Cleveland-sometimes he'd start barking and get "jealous" when my parents kissed.) Also, this story is inspired by 'Free to Good Home' by the wonderous Internutter.