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 evening came and after about an hour alone, Molly was surprised that they didn't get caught making-out. They decided it best if they left the room so no one really would catch them.
They instead settled on going to Molly's room to cuddle and have more private time.

"So you think all this stuff we're teaching Todd will work?" Molly wondered.

"Time will tell," Remy said, "Anyway, I don't want to talk about him. I want to talk about us. About you. How's college going?"

"It's okay. I'm getting good grades and passing my classes. I don't know what I'm going to take next semester though. I'm thinking about taking something different, like photography," Molly said.

"You could always take an art class too. You like drawing," Remy said.

"I guess," Molly said, "I think I'd rather be self taught though. It's more fun that way. I should be taking the time to teach you to draw."

"I'd never be any good at it," Remy scoffed, "My talents don't lie in the fields of art. Painting and drawing and all that...it's not something I've ever been good at."

"Tomorrow we'll work on it then. The more you try, the better you get," Molly smiled.

"So maybe we could apply that to French kissing," Remy had a flirtatiously look on his face.

"Ah...no. No," Molly shook her head with a smile, trying to be nice about it, "I think it would be best to, uh, wait until after we get married to do the French kissing thing.
I don't mean to be rude it's just...I'm sorry."

"I get it. You have your boundaries," Remy kissed her forehead, "And I respect them.
You say no, I'll listen. You say stop, I'll stop. You say no Frenching until after we're married...and that's how it will be."

"Thank you," Molly said quietly.

The moment was promptly ruined by a bunch of the younger kids barging into Mollys room and shouting about something-or-other.

"Time-out!" Remy got off the bed, standing up to his full height. Everyone suddenly shut up and paid attention, "What's going on?-And one at a time," He pointed to Jamie.

"Meggan ruined my game player because she got her paint on it!" Jamie was almost in tears.

Meggans wings sparkled in the sunlight streaming into Molly's room.
Remy let it be her turn to explain. "I didn't do it, Pierre did. He and Michelle were running around and they knocked over my paints," Meggan said.

"Pierre and I we're running around because one of Jamies' clones was chasing us. He was being really annoying," Michelle said.

"Okay," Remy said, "Jamie, did you learn anything from this?"

"...I should keep my clones in check?" Jamie said, embarrassed.

"And?" Remy asked.

"I shouldn't blame others so fast," Jamie said.

"Not without knowing everything first," Molly said, "Take your game player to Bobby and the guys.
If they can't fix it, you can save up your allowance to buy a new one."

The kids left. Molly and Remy found themselves alone again.

"I wish we could lock the door," Remy pulled Molly back to the bed.

"One day," Molly snuggled into his chest, "One day when we're married and everything is great."


The next morning, the Brotherhood boys came over around 11 in the morning

"Let's make this quick. I want to go back to bed," Todd yawned.

"No way. If you're going to be a responsible guy that means getting up and staying up," Molly said. They headed to the kitchen and she handed them all glasses with some green liquid inside.

"What is it?" Freddy stared at his own glass.

"Wheat grass energy drink. Kitty swears by them," Remy explained.

Reluctantly, the boys drank the green stuff.

"That was really unpleasant," Lance made a grossed out face.

"It gets better the more you have it," Molly said.

"I liked it!" Todd said.

No one was surprised.

"Okay, today we're going to pick up where we left off and work on something new. I'm still looking at getting jobs for you guys, but how would you feel about working in the fast food industry?" Molly asked.

The three boys looked at one another. They shrugged.

"Well anyway, Kurt said Burger Bomb is hiring," Molly said.

The boys did not look at all thrilled by this prospect.

"Let's talk about jobs later," Remy said, seeing their reactions,
"Right now, let's just teach Todd the proper way to treat a lady,"
He pulled a chair out for Molly to sit down in.

"Heh. Wanda is no lady," Lance smirked.

"Hey, that's my woman you're talking about!" Todd became irritated.

"Everyone just sit down please," Molly said, now irritated herself.

"You want to have some manners, even when you're just hanging out,"
Remy said, "So that means no catching flies, cracking knuckles, and no-I repeat _no_-
burping contests."

"Got it," Todd agreed. Agreeing and doing what he was told were two different things, but Lance and Freddy could probably keep him in line.

"Maybe we should take this up in my room. The kitchen isn't very relaxed," Molly looked around. Everyone agreed and they headed up into Molly's room.

The only problem with that was that this week, Molly's room was very dirty.
Very, very, _very_ dirty.

The three Brotherhood members stepped in and just stared. All their perceptions of girls being neat and tidy creatures were shattered.

The dishes, the ton of laundry, the books, the clothes, the toys were scattered in various places. Like on the floor, on top of the desk and around the bed. Piles of towels in random spots, the bed not made, blankets scattered around. There were dirty dishes on any flat surface, getting so bad that some of them were in danger of falling onto the floor, piled up in groups and stacks.
Forks sticking to plates, clothes, the floor, on a pillow. Scraps of paper were scattered, sticking out from under the piles of clothes and dishes. Everything was everywhere and there wasn't any rhyme or reason to it.
Not to mention the musty, slightly dirty smell in the room.

"Dude, your girlfriend's a p-mmfhrrmm," Todd started to say to Remy, but Lance and Freddy clamped their hands over his mouth lest he get himself killed.

It looked liked Remy noticed too. "Uh...Molly?"

Molly was busy getting junk off of her bed. She picked up something that looked like a very rotten, moldy pizza slice stuck to a book. She separated the two and just threw them on the floor.
"Yeah?"

"Your room is...why is it...just...how? Why? Please, tell me why?" Remy seemed at a loss for words.
Flabbergasted.

"Why what?" Molly was indifferent to the garbage dump that her bedroom was hiding under.

Remys face fell. "Seriously?" The four males in the room shouted.

"I know it's...a little out of control...but this is the way it always is," Molly said.

"Uh, no it's not," Remy looked at the ground. Was that something dragging itself across the floor?
"Your room has never been like this when I've been in here before."

"Ah, well I guess all the times you came in was when I managed to keep it cleaner. It has it's good days and bad days,"

"'It has it's good days and bad days'?" Remy echoed, "You're talking about it like its alive!"

"I thought you knew I was kind of a slob," Molly said.

"Kind of. Right," Lance said under his breath.

"I guess I missed that when I wasn't walking into your room when it wasn't looking like a trash heap," Remy sounded upset.

"Trash heap? Really?" Molly was annoyed.

"Yes, really! It's a mess in here! Beyond a mess! A dump!" Remy was now starting to raise his voice.

"Okay, okay," Todd jumped between them, "Time out! We'll clean up in here and then get started."

Everyone just stared at Todd in disbelief.
"Did he just say he wants to clean? Clean my room?" Molly asked.

"You cleaned up our place and you've been doing a lot. So it's the least we can do for you, right?" Todd smiled a little.

"He's learning," Remy looked pleased, "He's actually learning to be nice."

"I can be nice!" Todd glared.

"Yeah? Name one nice thing you've done lately," Lance said.

Todd couldn't think of anything.

They started cleaning up Molly's little dump-yard. It took a few hours, but eventually they found the floor and it looked like a bedroom again.

"Now, uh, what the heck we're we working on before?" Molly asked.

"Treating girls nice and having manners around them," Remy said.

"Ah, right," Molly said.

The couple sat on the bed. The boys grabbed chairs and watched.
"If she's thirsty, you get up and get her a soda," Remy explained,
"If she wants space, you just have to give her space."

"That includes not 'accidentally' walking into her room," Lance said.

"Or trying to cuddle with her when we're all watching a movie," Fred said.

"Or-"

"Jeez, I get!" Todd shouted, "Leave me alone!"

"It's okay," Remy smiled, "He's just passionate. He expresses it kind of weird, but passion is all the same. It takes a hold of you, and you almost lose all sense. Love is strong like that."

Molly looked away as she felt her ears turn red. She couldn't figure out why she felt embarrassed. Or why her heartbeat was pounding in her ears.

"Maybe we'll practice a little," Remy moved to let Todd sit in his place.

Todd just stared at Molly blankly for a moment.
"What?" Molly raised an eyebrow.

"I'm sorry. It's a little hard to imagine you as Wanda, you know?" Todd rubbed the back of his neck.

"Because I'm not yelling at you and acting moody?" Molly giggled,
"Wait, hang on. I've got an idea."

She ran out of the room and came back momentarily. Molly now had on Kurt's image inducer that she'd borrowed, (after asking), since he wasn't using it at the moment.
Molly switched it on and instantly had taken on Wanda's appearance. She went back to sit next to Todd.

Todd scooted over and was very quiet. "I'm so thirsty," Molly commented in a perfect imitation of Wanda's voice,
thanks to the watch's voice module.

"I can, like, get you something," Todd smiled, getting up.

"Thank you, Todd. That would be lovely!" Molly/Wanda smiled.

"Good job," Remy looked satisfied, "Now we'll work on your conversation skills."

They spent the rest of the afternoon teaching Todd this and that. By the time they were done,
dinner was ready. "Hey, uh, you guys want to stay for dinner?" Molly smiled after she had switched off the image inducer.

"Sounds good. Not like we've got a lot of options at home," Todd said.

Sadness struck Molly. The Brotherhood was weird sometimes and stuff, but it hurt to see them all so down and out. Molly knew she couldn't fix all their problems, but she knew it would be within reason to help them at least find jobs so they wouldn't have to worry about where their next meal would be coming from.


Dinner was, as usual, loud and eventful.

"Jamie, no throwing food!"

"Pierre and Meggan, do I have to separate you two?"

"Ray, stop it!"

"Bobby, enough!"

"I think we should have gone out to eat," Remy said.

"This is cool," Todd smiled, "Y'all are like one big family."

Molly smiled to herself. They were. Okay, the kids fought have the time, but when it came down to the wire, the lot of them we're all there for each other.
Molly looked at Remy. Just like she was there for Remy. Just like she always wanted to be, making him feel safe and secure. They were everything to each other, but Molly wasn't sure what that even meant.

She guessed it didn't mean they knew everything about each other.
Like Molly not being the tidiest person in the world. She cringed at the memory.
No, what they had was an emotional, deep connection. Friendship was the seed and romance was the bud. The flower would be love for the two of them one day.

'One day,' Molly reasoned, 'May come much sooner then I think.'

"What are you thinking about?" Remy smiled at her with a happy,
dreamy look on his face as he twirled pasta onto his fork.

"Just...just thinking about us," Molly smiled.

"Us, yeah. So maybe after this we'll go out somewhere? If you're not too tired," Remy said.

Cleaning her room had been pretty exhausting.
"I guess, but we don't have much time until curfew," Molly said.

"I'm not going to be paying attention to the clock. I'm going to be paying attention to _you_" Remy was being smooth.

Molly just laughed happily.


About an hour later after dinner was finished and they'd said goodbye to the boys, Molly and Remy found themselves sitting in the back of the local dollar theater, snuggling closely. "You know I would like to actually _watch_ the movie this time," Molly smirked. "As you wish," Remy said.

They watched, but Remy snuck kisses here and there. His lips had a lingering butter taste to them thanks to the popcorn.

Mollys mind was half on the movie and half on Remy. She wasn't stressed out about her feelings, she was just starting to feel a little confused. He was so warm. She snuggled closer against his chest. Remy treated her very well, obviously. That wasn't a problem.
He gave her space and freedom, and she appreciated it.

Molly knew how much she liked him and cared for him, but she wondered if how far she was willing to go to keep him safe said something about her feelings.
She had been thinking about it all ever since they went to New Orleans together.
It wasn't lost on her that she could have gotten hurt or even died.
Did someone with "just" a crush go and risk their life like that for another person?

Did they think that this guy was the one person they'd absolutely end up marrying without a doubt?

That when he walked into the room the whole world stopped?

When he smiled it was like the sun coming out on a cloudy day?

That his eyes we're the most gorgeous thing in the whole world besides himself?

Inside Molly knew she would care about Remy, even if his physical appearance changed.
If he was short, tall, thin, fat, young, old, whatever.

Sure, they'd been through things where his appearance really had changed, but this time, Molly knew that as they aged and changes became permanent, she would still care a lot about him.

She just wasn't sure if such a feeling was love or not. She'd never been in love before, so she had nothing to compare such feelings to. All she could describe things lately were as a "deep affection" or simply "A very overwhelming crush".

Nothing more. It was ridiculous to claim to be in love so soon. Wasn't it?
Yeah, probably. Nothing to worry about.

Remy leaned in to kiss her again. Molly thoroughly enjoyed it.
"Mmmm," Molly said.

"Mmmm?" Remy echoed.

"Mmmm-mmmmmmm!" Molly was joyous.


AN: I hate to say it, but I am a bit of a slob in real life. The extent of Molly's messy room is a slight exaggeration of myself and my room in real life. (I've never seen anything dragging itself across the floor however!) Embarrassing to say, but I am not the tidiest person in the world. I thought it would add another demension to Molly's character and make her less of an "Anti-Sue" or a "Mary-Sue". Long story, but in developing Molly,
someone pointed out that she struck them as very much an Anti-Sue, meaning a highly imperfect character that everyone in the story loves and will bend over backwards for, despite their faults. I'm trying very hard to take this into account lately and in later stories, have a few people in the mansion openly not like her or point out her flaws. (One of those people will be Scott, which I think speaks volumes for him to call out one of his team members as being an airheaded ditz-unfortunately it's not to her face, but I may do that at some point-when he has to trust her with helping save the world.)
Okay, sorry for the really long note. Please continue the fanfic!