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.
They entered the dome. Lights were everywhere and there was cool, refreshing air conditioning blowing on them.
"I'll show you my old room," Remy said. He led her down a long stretch of hallway to a big metal door. The door opened to reveal a simple room with a bed, a stereo, a closet and a dresser. The floor was dark blue carpet. There were couple posters on the walls. One was of the now MIA and now-actual-alien Jessica Karaba in a bikini on a motorcycle. Remy sheepishly tore it off the wall and crumpled it up, throwing it over his shoulder.
"You don't have to get rid of it. I don't care if you have posters of girls around to stare at...just as long as you still like staring at me the most," Molly picked it up and handed it back to him with a smirk.
"What do I need posters for when I have you right here with me?" Remy put his arms around her waist and bent down for a kiss.
Molly backed away slowly, "Uh, there's a shower around, right? I could really use one. And food. Food sounds good."
"It's down this way," Remy said, slightly disappointed at no kiss. He led her to the showers stalls. They were all oversized and roomy. Thankfully soap and towels had been left behind, along with some men's body wash and razors.
Remy looked around for clean clothes for the two of them while Molly got cleaned up. His room still had a lot of clothes he'd forgotten to pack. He looked in Pyro's old room for something for Molly to wear, but the bedroom was empty except for furniture. He dug around in his stuff and found a shirt and a pair of shorts. They'd be big on her, but they'd have to do.
Molly entered the room in the clothes she'd worn earlier.
"Here. I got you some new clothes. I'm going to get cleaned up myself," Remy handed her the clothing.
"Thanks," Molly said, "...Remy?"
"Hm?" He stopped and Molly ran over and hugged him.
"Thanks for everything. You saved me again."
After Remy got out of the shower and dressed, he took Molly to the kitchen. Unfortunately, all that was in the fridge was baking soda and a very expired carton of eggs. The cupboards held only stale crackers and cereal. There wasn't even a mouse or bugs to show that anything was worth eating, just emptiness and lots of dust, along with some cobwebs.
Remy snapped his fingers suddenly, "There's a whole room full of non-perishables. At least...if we didn't eat them all."
"We could survive on rations. I don't mind," Molly said, trying to be accommodating.
"I'm sure we could, but real food sounds nice after the day we've had. I'm really hungry," Remy said.
They went and found the storage room. It was still well stocked with lots of different food.
"Powdered milk, canned vegetables, chili, soups. Great!" Remy smiled as he grabbed an armful of stuff. "We had all this just in case we were ever trapped," He explained, "I'm so glad nothing happened to it."
"Me too," Molly said, "Rations are edible, but nothing beats real food. Even if it is from a can."
They cooked and had a small feast, vegetables, fruit, meat, and even canned bread and soda. It was all laid out on the table, with some utensils and plates they'd gotten from a full cupboard of cups and plates.
"We'll go check out the communications area, then if the radio doesn't pick up any signals, we can go hang out in the media room," Remy said.
They headed to turn on the radio, waiting ten minutes for someone to answer back, but they didn't get anything.
Afterwards they went into the lavishly decorated media room. It had a big screen TV, a pool table, a couple of arcade games and a mini fridge. Magneto had let the Acolytes decorate it any way they wanted.
Molly perused the DVD collection.
"Ew. This is all bloody gory movies. Monty Cobra and the holy Chalice? Dead End? What is all this?" Molly said.
"Oh, sorry," Remy apologized, "That's everyone elses movies. I forgot I kept mine in my room. Stuff tended to get easily destroyed around here." He ran to his room and came back with a large cardboard box full of DVDs and video games. Molly started looking through it.
"I don't know, maybe we should just relax and try to sl-is that Galaxy Trek?" Molly paused.
"You like Galaxy Trek too?" Remy smiled. The relationship just got better. Nothing like bonding over early 90s cult science-fiction.
"Pfft! I was practically raised a trekkie. I think you just became more attractive, you hot nerd," Molly smirked at him.
"Funny. I was just thinking the same thing," Remy smiled back.
