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.


Remy went back to Molly's room. She had been sitting in the bed for a while, but now she was standing up, stretching. "Hi. You okay?" Molly looked concerned for Remy.

"I'm better. Just had to go take care of something," Remy said truthfully.

"Oh," Molly said. She looked him up and down, staring.

"What?" Remy smiled.

"It's nothing," Molly said, "It's stupid."

"I'm sure it's not," Remy said, "Tell me. Please?"

"...You're, like, tall and muscular. Imposing looking," Molly said, "I wasn't expecting you to be, er, so much taller then me. Besides, you're stunningly handsome too. I just don't understand h-how I got you as my boyfriend. You seem too much for me. Too amazing and wondrous to be real."

"Well I am real and I am all yours Molly," Remy gently touched the top of her head. He leaned down, "Besides, if I weren't taller then you I couldn't call you Petite all the time."

Molly giggled, "That's true. I want to know how we met. I mean, I want to know everything. Every kiss and hug and...just everything!" She looked excited. Remy couldn't half blame her. She'd just woken up to _him_ as her "new" boyfriend. In her mind, it was a big deal, getting a guy with looks that could kill and pretty, shiny red eyes all ready to love her. Hug her and kiss her. It was like so many girls dreamed about-A seemingly ideal boyfriend dropped right into their lap, devoted and cuddly.

"I'm not sure if it would be a good idea to tell you everything," Remy said, "The doctor warned against shocking you. I can tell you enough though and we'll save the rest for later when you're ready to hear it," Remy rubbed Mollys hand after picking it up and holding it.

"Okay," Molly said quietly, but he could tell that Molly was disappointed. She sat back on the bed.

Remy started weaving the story of how they met and many of their adventures.


A bit later, Molly went to go meet the Professor. "Molly, this is Professor Xavier," Remy introduced him.

"Uh, hello. Nice to, um, meet you. Again I guess," Molly smiled.

"It's good to see you up and around, Molly," Charles said.

"Does seeing the Professor bring back any memories Molly?" Scott asked.

Molly shook her head, "No. Um, sorry. I wish it did."

"It's perfectly alright," Charles smiled kindly, "These things take lots of time."

"Yeah, guess so," Molly said, "Anyway, I guess I shouldn't ask what happened to you. Might be too shocking for me."

"I just had a very long, hard ordeal," Charles said, "We'll just leave it at that for now."

"Okay," Molly finally smiled again, "Maybe we can talk for a little while if you're up to it?"

"Yes, of course," Charles said. Molly pulled up a chair next to the bed and the two of them started conversing.
Remy watched as they laughed and talked like old friends. Molly wasn't Charles' favorite student or anything,
but he did seem to have a fondness and a special place in his heart for her. Remy smiled to himself at the thought.


That evening, Molly was admitted out of the hospital. She had to ride to the car in a wheelchair, it was mandatory.
"This sucks," Molly griped, "I'm perfectly well enough to walk to the car."

"Yes, but _I_ don't want anything to happen to you and the staff doesn't either, Petite," Remy walked alongside the wheelchair, running a hand through Mollys hair.
She smiled. Presently, Remy got a special feeling from her at calling her 'Petite'. It was a mixture of glee and pride and attraction.
Different from before where there hadn't been any reaction. Like Molly felt happy and proud of her looks suddenly just because Remy called her that.
The special attention she was getting. So of course Remy was calling her that a lot more now.

They planned on staying the night in the hotel and leaving with the rest of the students in the morning. Washington had been fun, but they had lives in Bayville and couldn't stay forever.
That night, Remy lingered in front of the girls room, saying goodnight to Molly. "If you need anything, I'm just down the hall," Remy said.
"Okay. I'm sure I'll be fine with the rest of the girls," Molly said.

"Yes, you're right," Remy felt conflicted. Something about leaving her for the night scared him. Not that he could stay with her all night, but he had such an urgent desire to look after her at all times now. The whole mess had really left him shaken up (on the inside).

"Uh, so, goodnight I guess," Molly looked at the floor, fidgeting.

"It's kind of funny, but we usually kiss goodnight before going to our rooms," Remy smiled.

"Every night?" Mollys eyes widened, but happily.

"Every night," Remy kept smiling.

"Er...m-maybe just a k-kiss on the cheek then?" Molly said, "I'd hate to break tradition."

Remy bent down and kissed her on the cheek, trying not to linger. Usually he didn't do cheek kisses. Lips were always more romantic and exciting for him.
"Th-th-thanks," Molly stammered, looking star struck, "Goodnight then."

"Goodnight Molly," Remy ran a gentle hand over her head before leaving. He couldn't help but look back to her for a minute.


The next morning they arrived back in Bayville. Scott, Jean and Logan had opted to stay behind in washington until the professor could come home,
plus to track down the bank robbers. Remy took Molly on a quick tour of the mansion, ending it with the upstairs last.

"And this is your room. Does it look familiar at all?" Remy opened the door and they stepped inside. Molly looked around, seeming to take in every detail.

"No," She answered, "I want to say yes, but it doesn't. The only things familiar are the things I probably brought with me, like this," She picked up a red sweater laying on the bed.

"Well that's something at least," Remy said, sitting on the bed. He still felt guilty and kind of heart broken over Molly's memory loss.

"What's wrong?" Molly frowned, sitting next to him.

"Nothing, don't worry about it," Remy said.

"Okay, but if you're upset over me, don't be. Please. Things will work out. I'm sure of it," Molly smiled.

"It's funny, but that's what you said before when things got rough," Remy smiled back.

"That's because I say it to everyone, because I know it's true. Things get better, you just have to believe it," Molly reached out and hugged him, seemingly without thinking.
"Oh!" She let go quickly, scooting back, "Why did I go and do that?"

"Maybe part of you remembers what your mind forgot. You always hugged me like that," Remy reached out to hug her again.

"It feels so weird," Molly said softly, "Knowing I had a whole life here, with you, that I can't remember."

"Well it's like you said, it'll work out," Remy said.

"And if it doesn't?" Molly wondered.

"...Then...then we just get to start over," Remy said, "I guess. But we'll hope for the best."

"Yeah. Hope for the best," Molly echoed. She stayed in his arms for a lengthened amount of time in silence.
Molly sat up and let go of Remy, staring at him again with big, curious eyes. The picture of innocence.

"Yes Petite?" Remy smirked.

"Uh, sorry," Molly apologized, "I guess I just like staring at you."

"It's only natural, sweetheart," Remy's smirk turned into a warm smile.

"Anyway," She said slowly, "What made us friends in the first place? You didn't really say."

"Lots of things," Remy smiled, "We like a lot of the same music and movies. We both like reading. We have sort of similar personalities because we're both casual and layed back, though I'm more outgoing and bold. We just like to have fun together. Oh, and we both love food."

Molly laughed, "You really don't look like you love food to me. You look like, well, like you take really good care of yourself."

"Thank you," Remy said nodding optimistically since he couldn't take a bow, "Trust me, I'm just as obsessed with food as you are. And I like cooking."

"Yeah," Molly said, "I always hoped I would get with a guy that could cook."

They stared at each other again, making Remy feel sad and happy all in the same breath. Molly couldn't even recall the other day. So close and so far.

"If you don't mind me asking...I mean..." Molly trailed a moment, "What made you fall in love with me?"

"Everything about you," Remy smiled, unable to resist grasping her shoulders. Molly didn't flinch this time.
"Your innocence, your shyness. How warm and kind you are. The way you made me feel so wanted when I felt unwanted.
All the great things about you made me love you," Remy said.

"Oh. Okay," Molly stared at him. She started leaning in. Remy started leaning in.
They were just inches apart...

"BAMF"

"How's it going?" Kurt smiled. His image inducer was still turned on for Molly's sake.

"AHHHhhh!" Molly jumped a mile, then fell off of the bed in a heap of tangled limbs.
"I didn't know you could do that, Kurt. You scared me," Molly said as Remy helped her up.

"It's _fine_, _thanks_," Remy glared, suddenly having an urge to hit Kurt. Hard. In the face.

"Yeah...we're, uh, doing good," Molly said, embarrassed.

"If you need anything, you know where I'm at," Kurt teleported out.

"Annoying blue idiot," Remy mumbled to himself, irritated.

"What?" Molly asked.

"Nothing," Remy pulled her to sit back down, "Anyway, where were we?"

"I-I'm not r-really sure," Molly stuttered, leaning away from him.

Crap, Remy mentally berated himself. He forgot. This was Old Molly. Version 1 point 0.

"Maybe we could go out for dinner tonight," Remy changed the subject, "You could get to know me again little by little."

"That's a good idea. Like a date," Molly perked up again.

"Exactly. A date. We can go anywhere you wish," Remy said.

"That would be great, but you can pick. Remember, I don't know what's around here," Molly said.

"That's right," Remy snapped his fingers, "I'm sorry. Okay. I'll think of something then."

"Thanks Remy," Molly smiled at him, then looked shyly at the floor as she started playing with her hair,"...Uh, just out of curiosity, w-what was our first kiss like?"

"Spontaneous," Remy smiled back, "We were in this big pit, covered in mud during a fight. You were losing your marbles, trying to find a way out, when next you turned around, I kissed you and told you that I loved you."

"I see," Molly said, "And how did I react then?"

"You weren't happy at first. You were shocked and upset, but the idea grew on you after I explained myself. We had been friends for so long, it was hard for you to see as as more. During the beginning, we fought a lot, but eventually overcame any problems we had. We've been happy for a long time now," Remy said.

"Oh no," Molly moaned softly, "You must be s-s-so upset!" She started crying, "W-w were so happy and now I can't remember _any of it!_"

Ohh boy.
Remy rushed to pull Molly into hug. "Hey, it's okay! It's alright honey, everything's going to be alright. It's not your fault. It's not your fault." Remy soothed.

"YES IT IS!" Molly wailed.

"No it's not. If it's anyone's fault, it's mine. I should've protected you better and I feel awful about that," Remy held Molly at arms length, going on to wipe the tears from her face.

"Yeah...but...but from what you said it was my idea to go into the bank. We could've left it alone," Molly said.
Naturally, Molly had inquired at one point how she'd lost her memory and Remy had to gently explain it to her.

"Yes, but even if we had, then it's possible that a lot of innocent people could've gotten hurt. You had a good instinct," Remy explained.

"For what? At the expense of me? Of us?" Molly's voice cracked, now angrily instead of beside herself with sorrow.

"We're still working on getting the guy who made you lose everything," Remy said, "Nothing is lost yet."

"Okay...I guess," Molly suddenly curled back up against Remy's chest, then gasped for a moment, backing away.
"_Why_ do I keep _doing_ that?!" Molly yelped, "I don't just lean against guys...I mean...I know you're my boyfriend, but.."

"Exactly. I'm you're boyfriend," Remy pulled her back against him, "It's allowed. Perfectly natural, Cherie."

"Okay," Molly squeaked, her body tense as a coiled spring.

Leaning back to lay them back into the bed, sitting up against the headboard in a relaxed fashion, Remy laughed on the inside.