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.


"Woah!" Remy yelped as Chester greeted them at the door. The dog was jumping and barking enough for ten dogs. "No! We don't jump!" Molly scolded, grabbing Chester by the collar, "Sit. Sit? You know sit?...good boy!"

"Who wants a toy?" Remy took the little plastic football out of the bag and squeaked it. Chester went _nuts_. More barking and some dancing accompanied with whining.
"I think he likes footballs," Molly remarked.

"I think he does," Remy said. Remy threw it and Chester bolted after it.

The two of them put the dog food in the kitchen then put everything else in Molly's room. Chester shadowed them the whole way. "You'd better throw it again," Molly said to Remy.
Remy threw the toy down the hallway and that started a very long game of fetch that went until dinner time.

"He's a very voracious eater, isn't he?" Ororo said as they watched Chester eat on the other side of the dining room. Chester was making the bowl scoot across the floor, then he seemed to be trying to lick the shine off of the bowl.
"Voracious? More like a walking vacuum," Rogue pointed out.

"He just likes to eat, that's all," Molly finished off her own food with gusto, going at it so heartily that food sprayed everywhere, leaving crumbs on her face. After a few seconds she realized this and abashedly, daintily wiped them off with a napkin.

"Sounds like Molly," Ray said.

"It sounds like Kurt," Kitty said.

"Anyway, what's for dessert?" Remy asked.

Soon enough the kids were helping themselves to peach cobbler with ice cream. Chester, apparently not familiar with the likes of Logan, came up, put his head on Logan's lap and whined a little.

"No," Molly went over and pulled Chester away, "No begging."

"Should we put him outside?" Remy suggested.

"We could, but he'd just throw a fit. We should take him up to your room and just be with him so he isn't bugging everyone," Molly said.

They took Chester into Remy's room. Chester was content to chew on his football as Molly and Remy snuggled on the floor. "Good. He's finally distracted," Remy had a gleam in his eyes. Remy gave Molly a warm, loving kiss that was uninterrupted by dog slobber. "Mmm," Molly purred. She put her arms around Remy's neck, letting Remy kiss her enthusiastically. Not a lot of talking went on after that. It was a while before they came up for air. "I'm really happy-and grateful-you did everything for Chester," Molly smiled.

"Uh, you're welcome. It wasn't much, honey. Really," Remy was a little embarrassed.
"Yeah, but you saved him from the streets. It was really sweet of you and I'm sure he's grateful too. He likes you. I know he does," Molly said.

With that, Chester put his head on Remys lap, apparently asking to be pet. "You were just being rough around the edges, weren't you?" Remy scratched behind Chesters ears. Chester just groaned happily at having his ears scratched, flopping onto his side and stretching as he let his tongue roll out of his mouth. Molly laughed at the dogs goofiness. "I forgot how much I missed having animals around. I mean, its one thing to turn into them,
but its another thing entirely to enjoy their company. He really makes me miss my dogs too," Molly said.

"Maybe you could send them some toys and treats. Let them know you miss them," Remy suggested.

"That's not a bad idea. Tomorrow I'll go back to the store and find something," Molly said, "Thanks for thinking of it, Remy."

"No big deal," Remy said.

Eventually Molly took Chester to her room to sleep. The squeaking football sound grew further and further away after Remy settled in his own bed, wondering what tomorrow was going to bring.


The next morning, Remy was a little surprised to see that Molly wasn't sitting in her usual spot at the dining hall table. The plate in her spot remained untouched, clean as a whistle, so it was clear that she hadn't woken up yet. He decided to go back upstairs and check on her. Upon peeking into her room, he saw Molly sleeping on her front.
Molly breathed through her mouth when she slept, but this morning she was drooling, which meant she was sleeping hard. Remy was debating on waking her up when he saw Chester snuggled up in at the foot of the bed. Unfortunately Chester saw him too.

Chester started barking excitedly.

"ARRGHHH!" Molly moaned, "Chester, shut up and go back to sleep! I'm _not_ letting you out again!" Molly turned over and buried herself underneath the comforter.
Chester just kept barking and bouncing around.

"Shh!" Remy whispered as he tried his best to quiet the dog, "You need to stay quiet!"

That had no effect. If anything, Chester became noisier. The dog was more like a furry tornado then a dog, dancing in circles and jumping up, clearing three feet. His tail whipped back and forth,
just a blur.

"Dog never shuts up," Molly complained underneath the comforter. She revealed herself and Remy almost cringed. This wasn't her best morning. Mollys hair was sticking up in all directions, looking more like a big brown curly powder puff then sleek hair. Her usual pajamas looked like they had been through a stampede of elephants, wrinkled beyond belief.
Mollys face looked haggard, as if she had not had a full nights sleep, with puffy bloodshot eyes and pale skin. In a nutshell, she looked like crap. It wasn't surprising that she looked embarrassed when she finally realized Remy was standing there. "Oh! Uh...good morning," Molly said, trying to smooth out her poofy hair. Her hair just poofed out again.

"Long night?" Remy said as he got Chesters leash on him, preparing to take him outside.

"Chester wanted to go out, like, five times last night. Or more. I lost count after he woke me up at one and three and whatever," Molly rubbed her eyes, "I forgot how much dogs like to have night time potty breaks."

"Well catch up on your sleep and I'll take care of him for a while," Remy said.

"You're sure?" Molly was skeptical.

"I'll be fine," Remy said. Remy took Chester outside then gave him some dry food for breakfast, then joining ate his own breakfast. After breakfast they played fetch as Remy started making up lesson plans for the rest of the week for the students. It was almost noon before Molly came downstairs, dressed and looking refreshed. She joined Remy at the kitchen table and started eating.
"You're so sweet to take care of Chester while I slept," Molly smiled.

"I think he's a little calmer after he's eaten," Remy said. Currently Chester was chewing on an extra large dog bone.

"I've been trying to think of someone who could take him, but nothing is coming to me," Molly said as she ate some toast.

"I know what you mean," Remy said, "I have to go run the ad for the paper this morning. Maybe some good will come of it."

"I sure hope so," Molly said, "I have to go make my bed then I guess I'll take him for a walk."

That wasn't the best thing to say, because Chester started running around and barking again. "I think he knows what walk means," Remy talked loudly over all the noise.

"Jee, do you think?" Molly said. She gently took Chesters mouth and held it shut, which just made him cry, "You have _got_ to learn to shut up or all three of us are going to be out on the street."
This was responded to with more crying.

"I'll go grab his leash and harness," Remy said. Today looked like it was going to be a long day.


By late afternoon, Chester, Molly and Remy were all worn out from work and play. They played with Chester as they worked.
"Should we switch Wednesdays session to Friday or what?" Molly yawned, pointing at the training schedule. "No, it's fine," Remy said. finishing writing. Remy stretched, feeling weary and trying to regain some energy. Unfortunately his stretching was interrupted by Molly trying to tickle him under the arms. Remy let out a half snort-half laugh with a grin. "What's that for?" He wondered. "Just wanted to see if I could do it," Molly returned the grin.

"Don't tickle me if you don't want me to return the favor," Remy stood up and started to reach out, but Chester, using all his weight, knocked Remy down in a flash.

Chester was standing on Remys chest and snarling viciously. "Molly...?" Remy looked at Molly, not wanting to move just in case he were to lose a finger...or worse. "Chester, it's okay. It's okay,
boy. Remy wasn't going to hurt me," Molly gently pulled Chester away from Remy, trying to give the dog reassurance. "What just happened?" Remy stood up, smoothing out his shirt.
"I guess you just scared him. He's so protective," Molly hugged around Chesters neck, getting licked in return.

"It's just weird. There has to be a reason he's protective," Remy pondered, sitting down again.

"Chester has probably been through a lot. Maybe a girl used to own him a long time ago and he was kicked out of the house," Molly said.

"Probably. Hey Chester, are we friends again?" Remy carefully pat the dogs head as Chester sat vigilantly by Mollys side.

Chester turned his head away from Remy, dead set on ignoring him. Remys mouth hung open for a moment, since he couldn't believe he was actually getting the cold shoulder from a _dog_! How insulting!

"I've reached a new low. I'm getting ignored by a dog," Remy rolled his head back, exasperated.

"We just have to show him that you're not going to hurt me," Molly suggested.

Remy smiled, because to him that meant a lot of kissing and snuggling. "I _like_ that idea."

"You just have to do so slowly so he doesn't jump all over you again," Molly said.

Remy picked up his chair and moved it to be next to Mollys, on the right, away from Chester. Slowly, Remy held Mollys hand as Chester watched. Remy then gave her a side-ways hug, careful not to move too fast. Molly smiled, trying to let Chester know it was fine and that she was safe. "See? Remy wouldn't ever hurt me," Molly scratched behind Chesters ear.

Remy slowly kissed Molly and not a minute later, Chester was trying to get between them again and they ended up covered in dog slobber. "Silly boy," Molly laughed. Remy wasn't sure if she was talking about himself or Chester.


That afternoon, Remy had the idea of taking Chester to the park. They loaded up the car and decided to make an afternoon out of it, bringing along a blanket and water.

"Wahhhhh!" Molly screeched as Chester forcefully yanked her out of the car. She would have fallen onto the hot concrete of the parking lot if Remy hadn't pulled her back and grabbed Chesters leash in one fluid movement.

"Chester! Sit! Sit!" Molly said.

Chester just pulled and pulled, ready to explore this new place full of sights and smells. "I've got him," Remy said, putting a firm grip with both hands on the leash. Remy lept out of the car past Molly like a blur so Chester wouldn't hurt himself. Molly caught her breath as Remy took Chester over to sniff a tree.

After a while, the three of them started walking around, letting Chester burn some energy. "Mmm," Remy eyed up Molly as they walked along.
"And what are you thinking about?" Molly asked.

"Just this," Remy stooped to kiss her. They were so distracted that neither of them saw Chester entwining the leash around their legs. When Remy straightened up again,
the couple was in a literal bind.

"I think that dog has it in for me," Remy muttered.
"I think that we need to get out of this," Molly said. Their bodies were pressed together like a magnet on a fridge and Remy couldn't help but like it, except Molly was right. They needed to get out of this.

"Chester, come here," Remy called. Chester had enough slack to be sitting a few feet away from them. He came over, goofy dog tongue lolling out of his mouth like your typical dog. "I think we just have to unwind him," Remy explained.

"Very carefully," Molly added. Slowly, they walked Chester around them to unravel the leash and within a few minutes they were free.

"Maybe we should go sit down and take a rest," Molly suggested.

They spread out their blanket under a tree, gave Chester a bone to chew and relaxed for a little while.

"This is really relaxing," Remy layed back.

"Really, really relaxing," Molly snuggled up against him.

Molly started kissing Remys cheek and working her way to his mouth, quickly as she rubbed her leg against his in a flirtatious fashion. "Who put a nickel in your slot?" Remy said as Molly kissed down his jaw line.

Molly giggled, "It's a nice day out. If you don't want me to kiss you, I won't."

"It's not that. It's just, you know, I'm usually the one that initiates all the kissing," Remy said.

"Well I can be outgoing when I want to be-and a little flirty," Molly winked, laying on his chest with her arms folded underneath her chin to look him in the face.

"I guess sometimes I forget my little wallflower isn't such a wallflower anymore," Remy grinned, starting to play with Mollys hair.

"Yup," Molly said simply.

The birds were singing and the air was pleasantly warm. "Next time we'll have to have a picnic here," Remy said.

"And you could make veggie Jambalaya and beignets," Molly said happily.

"Are you getting hungry?" Remy half teased.

"Just a little. The walk revved up my appetite," Molly giggled.

"We could leave and go grab something I guess," Remy suggested.

"No!" Molly suddenly frowned as she quickly sat upright, clearly upset, "We just got here and Chester has never even been to the park and-"

"Okay, okay! Calm down sweet," Remy pulled her back to the blanket, "It was just a thought."

"Sorry," Molly said quietly, "I just don't want to be selfish right now."

After about a half hour they decided to finish their walk.

"We should go do something this week," Molly said, "Go to, like, a concert or something."

"Uh, sorry, but I went broke when I took you to the spa yesterday," Remy said.

"Oh, I forgot about that. Well I can pay for stuff too. You shouldn't have to pay for everything," Molly smiled cheerfully.

"That's sweet of you to offer, but as the man in the relationship, it does make me feel guilty," Remy started rubbing the back of Mollys neck with just his thumb as they kept walking.

"Well, I think maybe we should have an equal relationship when it comes to money. Plus I really want to go to this concert," Molly was starting to look (and Remy could feel) embarrassed.

"Alright, which concert?" Remy stopped walking.

"Thbaastreebys," Molly mumbled hurriedly.

"Cherie, come on. You have to tell me clearer then that," Remy coaxed. They both knew he wasn't going to be happy about it.

Molly coughed, clearing her throat "Uh...The Backstreet Boys."

"No," Remy said, "I'm not being dragged off to hear a bunch of pretty boys who can't even play instruments drone sappy, corny love songs."

"Remyyyyy," Molly whined, "They're only in Bayville for one night and I've never even been to a concert in my whole life and all I want to do is go with you! Please?"

Remy couldn't ignore those big brown eyes trying to break him down.

He sighed. He was already out three hundred bucks, what was an hour of his life wasted? "Fine. I'll go," Remy said.

"Yay! Thank you!" Molly hugged him. The two of them decided it was time to head back. There had been enough excitement for one day.