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.


Mollys head was starting to bob around the tenth episode. It was after two in the morning, after all.

Remy wasn't faring much better. He yawned and went to go pick her up.

"I'm not five. Put me down," she protested.

"You looked exhausted. I'm just carrying you to bed," He said.

"Whatever," She closed her eyes, then smiling, "It's nice. You're sweet."

Remy laid her down in his old bed, then left to get changed into pajamas.
When he came back, Molly was comfortably settled in and in her own nightshirt and shorts.

"You're not sleeping somewhere else?" Molly looked embarrassed.

"I just think it's safer if I stay in here with you. I wouldn't want to leave you alone in this big empty place," Remy sat on the edge of the bed and stroked Mollys face.

"Okay. Uh, thanks," Molly hugged him. They let go, kissing for a moment.
Remy got into his sleeping bag. They held hands.

"It's kind of like being married, isn't it?" Molly blushed.

"Nowhere near it. If we were, I'd be holding you close and kissing your neck and-" Remy rambled.

"And?" Molly blushed.

"Maybe one day you'll get to find out," Remy winked.

They talked until Molly fell asleep. Remy drifted off shortly after.


Molly got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. On her way back, she thought she saw a shadow of someone going around a corner. Even though she was groggy, she knew her animal senses wouldn't lie to her. She morphed into a wolf. It didn't take a deep breath to smell that someone else was there with them.

Molly took off running back to the room, quickly changing back.

"Remy, wake up! There's someone else here!" Molly shook him.

"Huh? What?" Remy looked groggy. They were both so exhausted from the long day, and now Molly thought she was seeing things? Remy couldn't help but be annoyed. Beautiful as she was, Molly did have a tendency to be a worry wart and blow things out of proportion.

"There's someone else here. I was coming back from the bathroom and I saw a shadow, then I morphed and I smelled someone."

"You're sure you weren't seeing things? Or maybe you smelled old scents?" Remy suggested

"I'm sure. Please can we go check it out? I'd feel safer," Molly said.

Remy smiled and rubbed her head. "You can turn into a twenty-something foot dinosaur and you want _me_ to go and see if there's a prowler?"

"And yet you wanted to stay with me in the first place," Molly countered.

"Alright. I'll go check," Remy got up taking a deck of cards with him.


Remy went around at least half of the base, but didn't find anything. He went back to Molly, bedraggled and sleepy-eyed. His body screamed for more sleep, but his manly, protective instincts urged him on. Sometimes it was hard being the man in the relationship. Part of him dreaded to think what obstacles marriage would bring if this was just a sample of their dating relationship.

"I didn't find anything. I think you're just really tired Petite," Remy reached out and stroked her face.

"Maybe," She smiled, "I guess we'd better go back to sleep."

Remy got back on the floor and quickly fell asleep again.

Morning came and they didn't wake up until ten AM.

"Uhh. I feel like I got hit by a truck," Molly groaned.

"That makes two of us," Remy rubbed the back of his head. He had a small headache. He went and made coffee, then swallowed the cup in a short amount of time. Molly came out, dressed and looking awake. Remy was a bit disappointed she hadn't stayed in her make-shift pajamas, but she still looked good in his old clothes, which was another pair of shorts and a shirt that went past her behind.

Molly started making something with canned tomato soup and the canned bread. Remy sneakily put his arms tight around her waist and his face buried into her neck. (This involved bending at the knees for him to get close enough, but Remy didn't care. They had privacy for once and he wasn't going to waste their time together. Remy was amused that he had to bend his knees just to reach her neck, but not surprised.)

"Now here's something we can't do when we're at home," he kissed down her neck, "I remember the one time I tried it I almost got gutted by Logan. And that was _after_ we started going out."

"I remember that," Molly rubbed her head against Remys,"I love you."

"I love you too,"

The soup concoction were done so Molly turned it off, turning to face Remy, they moved from the stove to the counter. Molly struggled balancing to reach Remys taller frame. Before Molly fell over, he picked her up and let her sit on the counter top, kissing her for a few moments.

"Ughh! You're so...tall!" Molly flipped her hair behind her.

"Mmm. Most women find that attractive," Remy rubbed her back, smiling flirtily.

"I do! I'd just like it more if I didn't have to sit on a counter to kiss you," Molly grimaced,
ever grumpy over the fact that Remy dwarfed her. Or rather, that she was a whole foot shorter than him and couldn't easily kiss him standing, like most girls could with their boyfriends.

"Just trying to make it easier for you Petite," Remy gently set her back onto the floor, "Now don't stretch."

Remy bent back down to her, keeping his hands at her waist. Once again, Remy marveled at how adorable she was, even when Molly was a bit annoyed. Molly was so snuggly and small, it was really, really hard to take her seriously when she was mad or a little upset like this. It wasn't that Remy saw her as childish or not an adult because of her size. It was just how she was cute and innocent looking all the time, with a young face and big eyes, and sometimes that meant it was hard to take her valid concerns to heart. She was naturally endearing without even trying, all because she was short.

Remy realized that him being tall and towering over her all the time probably didn't help how he perceived her either, but it wasn't his fault she looked like a human kewpie doll.

As to kissing, it really wasn't as bad as she made it out to be. Molly just got very impatient when it came to kissing him. This time, Remy just had to bend a little closer.

Remy wrapped his arms loosely around her shoulders, letting his mouth caress her own.
He noticed Molly getting greedy about it, as she tilted her head up closer while rubbing the back of his head. Of course she wanted more kisses. Remy managed to get even closer, not caring that this position was actually starting to get a little uncomfortable for him.

KA-CLANG!

Molly seemed to jump several feet in the air. (Ironic, Remy mused inwardly.)

"Wh-what was that?!" She looked startled.

"Probably nothing," Remy hugged her.

"Is there something you're not telling me? _Remy_?" Molly pulled away, crossing her arms looking a little mad.

"Nothing. Honey, it's probably just the air vents or something," Remy stroked her cheek as he bent back down to kiss.

"You'd better be right," Mollys mouth soon touched his own again.