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.
"...You were so angry with Remy, you wanted to kill him," Kitty laughed, relating a story to Molly about the past.
"I guess that sounds like me," Molly smiled, throwing Remy a look. It was a look of "I like you. I think you're very attractive", but a very shy look.
"How about we focus on a happier memory now," Remy suggested, both annoyed and embarrassed, "Like our first date or first kiss."
"...First kiss?" Mollys eyes went wide again and then she gingerly touched her lips, "Y-you liked me enough t-to kiss me?" She seemed completely in awe that anyone would want to kiss her.
"Of course. We've had a lot of kisses," Remy smiled, boasting.
"That's, uh, really nice Remy," Molly smiled, blushing again as she stared into the blankets of the hospital bed, obviously embarrassed.
"I could show you," Remy leaned in, lightly placing a hand over Mollys hand. Kurt and Kitty had silently phased out of the room at some point so the couple was all alone.
"I, um, I...I..." Molly stammered, leaning away, "I-I don't know about th-that."
Remy had to curb his enthusiasm. He was scaring her badly. Making her nervous. Not the right approach to such a delicate situation.
"I'm sorry Petite," Remy squeezed her hand for but a second, "You'll have to forgive me. I don't want to upset you, I can just be a little overwhelming at times. I know...because you used to say so a lot."
"I'd really like to kiss you...at some point. Really. I just...not right now," Molly said.
Remy tried not to become frustrated. He remembered everything, Molly didn't. It was only natural for Molly to feel uncomfortable. It would've been like kissing a complete stranger for Molly. Except Remy knew that wasn't the case. Molly _was_ his girlfriend and they'd just kissed that morning. And yesterday. And all week.
Except now Molly couldn't remember even the first time they had kissed, so it was pointless to be frustrated for something out of Mollys control.
Remy fought back a sigh when the teachers entered the room. Most of them. Hank was strangely absent, then Remy realized that they didn't want to upset Molly with his appearance. Plus they hospital wasn't fully aware that they were mutants, except for a few disclosed doctors and nurses.
"Molly, this is Scott, Jean, Ororo and Logan," Remy introduced them, "They're teachers at the Xavier Institute."
"Hi," Molly gave a little wave, smiling.
'This is weird,' Scott said as Jean opened up a mental link just between the five of them.
'I know, right,' Jean said, 'Just this morning she was fine and now she doesn't remember any of us,'
'Scott?' Remy said.
'Yes?'
'Shut-up. Please,' Remy said.
Scott gave Remy a small glare-just a flicker and almost unnoticable to anyone else watching.
'What I mean is, I don't feel great about this either,' Remy said, 'it _is_ going to be weird and we're all going to have to adjust.'
"Hmm," Molly said, "Mister Logan looks familiar,"
"Really?" Remy smiled. Maybe they'd hit upon something.
"Yeah," Molly said, "Kind of like some actor I guess."
Remy suddenly felt like someone hit him with a 40 pound slab of concrete. How disappointing.
"Uh, yeah," Jean chirped, "I guess he does. Like Sylvester Stallone."
"Yeah. I'm getting a little hungry," Molly said.
Remy got up and handed her the hospital menu. "Order anything you want Cherie. I forgot to mention that our school is run by a billionaire." Remy winked, smiling.
"Seriously or are you jerking my chain?" Molly looked skeptical.
"Seriously," Scott broke in, "You can order whatever, it's not a big deal."
"Wow," Molly looked flabbergasted, "That's pretty neat."
Remy decided he was getting hungry, so he ordered something to eat for himself. Everyone left to go visit the Professor, promising to come back.
The look Logan was giving Remy to keep Remy's romantic enthusiasm in check wasn't lost on the young man. As soon as Logan was gone, Remy put his head back to look at the ceiling, rolling his eyes with a long sigh. "Il suffit de nous adapter aux menottes et une ceinture de chastet , pourquoi pas?" Remy murmered to himself.
"What was that?" Molly asked.
"Uh, just talking to myself," Remy looked up.
They stared at each other. Even with everything going on, the attraction, the all consuming spark and chemistry was still all there. Alive and well. Except in this situation, Molly just didn't know what to _do_ with it. She was lost and confused and very scared. She needed a friend more then a boyfriend. Remy could do that. Just as before, he realized.
"Say," He smiled, "You want me to sneak you in some dessert? I think there's a bakery down the block. I'm sure it's better then whatever they have here."
"I don't know..." Molly said.
"Come on. Delicious sweets? Irresistable," Remy grinned, "I'll get you anything."
"Eclairs do sound good. Or chocolate cake," Mollys face lit up again.
"I'll be back soon," Remy only stroked her on the head, resisting the urge to kiss her as he usually did when leaving.
This was all going to be very hard to adjust to for everyone involved, not just Molly.
Molly opened up the white paper bag to see an eclair, a big slice of cake and even a cupcake topped with colorful chocolate candies.
"Is this all for _me_?" Molly was awestruck.
"Every bit of it," Remy beamed at her, "I know how much you like desserts. Just thought you could use a little pick-me-up right now."
"Sheesh, I have memory loss, I'm not depressed!" Molly exclaimed, "I do really appreciate it though. It's, uh, what a good boyfriend would do."
"If it makes you too uncomfortable, I understand. For now, you don't have to think of me as...as your boyfriend," Remy said slowly. It was like turning a knife in his heart, but he knew that it was best for Molly.
"NO!" Molly yelped like she was about to cover a detonator, "I mean, no way. I've _always_ wanted a boyfriend, so even if I can't remember, I still want you to be, uh, my boyfriend. Besides, it would make you sad if I didn't think of you like that. And I'd be sad to see you upset...even though it's all blank for me."
"Okay," Remy said, "But I'll try not to make you feel too weird."
Try, but he couldn't promise anything.
"You mean like try and, um, k-kiss me?" Molly looked bashfully into the floor with a tiny smile.
"I only kiss when I'm invited to," Remy reached out and put a hand over Mollys, "Well...most of the time."
Molly giggled. "Okay. So tell me about yourself. Tell me all the things that I can't remember, Remy. You seem kind of fun and really great."
Remy noted that Molly hadn't suttered once through that whole scentence. A sign that she was quickly becoming more comfortable with his presence.
"I'm twenty years old. I'm kind of adopted, but we'll get to that later. I like different kinds of music. A lot of hobbies, like cooking. My favorite hobby has always been making you smile."
Molly bit her lip, giggling slightly.
"Hmm, what else?" Remy gave a sidelong glance to the ceiling, "I like card games. Ah, like, when I'm in uniform my codename is Gambit."
"Gambit," Molly repeated, enchanted, "It sounds so brash and adventurous. Romantic."
"All I am and more, Cherie," Remy flirted with her again, winking with a tilt of his head and a sly grin. He was having too much fun with this.
"So, like, what's going on with us anyway?" Molly played with her hair, staring at the bed again, "Did you ever get to meet my family?"
"You remember your family?" Remy was a bit surprised.
"Yeah. I mean, it's not total memory loss," Molly said.
"Uh, no. I haven't really got to meet them yet. I'm sure I will at some point," Remy smiled.
"Oh, you'll like them!" Molly was cheerful, "Do I talk about them very much?"
"No, you don't, but they call you once a week," Remy smiled.
Then the sudden realization hit him. If Molly's family, in their already concerned state, found out that Molly had lost over a years worth of her memory, they were going to _kill_ him.
"Hey Petite, I'll be back in a minute," Remy smiled.
Remy ran like mad to the Professors room. The second he got there, he yanked Scott by the collar and practically yelled, "We're all dead if we don't DO something!"
"About _what_?-And let _go_ of me!" Scott snatched back his shirt, "Remy, you're whiter then a sheet, what's going on?"
Remy summarzied what no one else knew about Molly's family situation since he hadn't gotten around to telling them.
"They could pull Molly out," Kitty worried.
"They could _kill_ me for not preventing it," Remy was now collapsed in a chair, repeatedly running his hands through his hair with worry.
"They could sue me," Charles said, "It would be all over the newspapers."
"You're all forgetting something," Logan said.
"What?" Remy was annoyed-as in he wanted to punch Logan, kind of annoyed.
"Her family doesn't know she's lost her memory yet, so you're in the clear for a minute," Logan said.
"Okay, but we still owe them letters and a video," Remy sighed.
"Letter's won't be a problem," Ororo said, "The video...maybe."
"Relax," Kurt was confident, "We'll send the letters now and as soon as Molly gets her memory back, we'll make the video then."
"If she gets her memory back," Remy said, "I can't believe I was this stupid. They trusted me to keep Molly safe and then she loses her memory," Remy slammed his fist noisily into the next wall he was sitting near.
"It wasn't your fault, Remy," Jean said, "You did what you could."
"Yeah. Real helpful," Remy glared into the floor, slumped over with steepled hands.
"Jean is right," Scott said, "You can't prevent everything bad that happens to Molly. It's impossible. The only thing you can do is be there for her now. In the meantime, we'll work hard on tracking down the bank robbers. Just keep Molly relaxed and comfortable."
"But not _too_ relaxed or comfortable," Logan glared.
AN: Il suffit de nous adapter aux menottes et une ceinture de chastet , pourquoi pas?=Just fit us for handcuffs and a chastity belt, why not?