Then there was a scream.
Emma stomped into the room in her bathrobe.
With green hair.
Everyone except the adults at the table burst out laughing. Emma went over to Remy. "YOU! You did this!"
"I didn't do anything. Nice look for you though," Remy smiled calmly.
Emma clutched his shoulder, bending down and subtly whispered into his ear,
"That's it. The little brat is going to pay for your mistakes."
"I wouldn't mess with her if I were you. Got a bit of a temper on her," Remy said softly.
"I'm sure she does," Emma simply replied and left the room.
The Professor gave everyone an ultimatum to fess up. If no one did, there'd be punishment for everyone.
In turn, everyone stared at Bobby Drake.
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Night time rolled around. Everyone went to sleep.
Then there was sudden screaming, but this time it wasn't Emma.
"Molly?" Remy questioned. A small group ran to her room.
"Molly, wake up. Come on, cherie, it's just a bad dream. You gotta wake up!" Remy shook her lightly.
She woke up with a gasp as tears spilled down her face. "What? It was a nightmare?-Oh, Remy!
It was so awful!" She hugged him tight, crying hard.
"It's okay. Just a bad dream. I'm right here, you're safe now," Remy stroked her hair soothingly.
What could she have been dreaming about to scare her so badly?
After a few more moments of crying, Molly stopped hugging him and wiped her face.
"I-I'm sorry. I woke everyone up. You guys should go back to sleep, it's late."
"We will, but what we're you dreaming about?" Scott asked.
"...It's not important. Just a nightmare," Molly blushed.
"You were screaming, then you woke up crying. It is important," Remy said.
"Okay, it was just...umm..." Molly looked away.
"Come on, cherie. You can tell us, we're your friends," Remy touched her shoulder.
Molly looked at him again. "I was dreaming everyone was killed. I couldn't do anything to stop it, and then this serial killer killed me too. You died so slowly, Remy. It made me angry and scared. I was so relieved when you came and woke me."
A shudder passed through the the group.
Remy smiled slowly to reassure her, "Well no one's dead and as you can see I'm alive and well.
Of course, if you really want to be sure I'm alright you can kiss me to find out."
Molly hit him with a pillow. "Okay now I know I'm awake," She got out of bed, "Let's go get a snack and finish that game. I mean, you're as much a night owl as I am."
REM stood up, "Okay."
"Don't stay up too late," Scott chided.
"We won't," Molly said.
They stayed up from 11 thirty until two am.
Remy was still playing, but when he looked over, Molly was curled up asleep on the floor.
She looked like an angel.
He scooped her up and carried her back to bed. "Sweet dreams my angel," He pulled the covers over her and left for his room.
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Molly didn't have sweet dreams. She had more nightmares.
The next morning she dragged herself into the kitchen. Her hair was sticking out from all sides, she had bags under her eyes and her clothes were inside out.
"You look awful," Kurt observed, "Maybe you should go back to bed for a while."
Molly yawned, slurring her words "No, 'M fine. It's okay. 'S really...really okay." She put her head on the table and fell asleep.
Remy picked her up and carried her back to bed. It was only 6:30. She could sleep a few more hours.
After breakfast Remy found Bobby, Ray, Jubilee and Amara in the hallway looking rather suspicious.
They were huddled together talking.
"What are you kids up to?" Remy said in a non-threatening voice. He reminded himself to be calm and not to overreact. They played pranks all the time. Didn't mean they were pranking Emma and indirectly ruining his life. Not at all.
The kids smiled in that familiar way of looking guilty.
"Just talking," Ray said.
"Yeah. And we're not kids!" Jubilee protested.
Remy rolled his eyes, "No, of course you're not. So you wouldn't know who's been pranking Emma, would you?"
"Us? Why would we know anything about that?" Amara smiled too innocently.
"Because she's been threatening me and I'm not the one responsible. And we're all gonna be in a lot of trouble if no one fesses up soon," Remy said.
"So?" Bobby said, "If the Professor really wanted to know the answer he could just go into our heads and see."
"He could, but he doesn't like to do that. If you know anything, better fess up now rather then later," Remy went to his room.
He suspected they were the culprits, but without any proof, he'd let them make their own mistakes. Even if it was at his (and Mollys) expense for the moment.