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.


They ended up going to _Le Bel Vior_. Translated, it meant The Beautiful View. This also happened to be the very same restaurant that Remy had taken Molly on her first date way back when. It also happened to be one of the few restaurants in the area that still accepted mutants. It was the _only_ one within a thousand mile radius that actually accepted mutants happily and with open arms, since the owner was one, as was many of the staff. The guests came in droves, naturally.

Once everyone was seated and munching on appetizers, Scott stood up. "Can I have everyone's attention, please? This is a special occasion tonight. Everyone has worked very hard and if the Professor were here, he would be proud of each of you. Since he's...not...I want to just say that myself and the other teachers are. Because of all your effort and hard work, tomorrow morning, we're going to bring Charles Xavier back home alive and safe."

Cheers, cries and applause erupted from the table, loud enough to blow the roof off of the place. "Is there anything anyone else would like to say?" Scott asked.

Bobby raised his hand, "If it's a special occasion, does that mean we can drink?"

This was only met with a loud resounding, "NO BOBBY!" then laughter again.

"Seriously though," Bobby stood up, "I'm proud of us too. I'm glad I can call you all my friends and the Institute my home."

Everyone said something noteworthy and heartfelt, but Molly and Remy just sat their quietly. "Come on!" Kitty squealed, "You two are the only ones left! Say something!"

"You first," Molly waved her hand out.

"Ladies first," Remy said.

"You're more articulate," Molly argued.

"Yes, but I don't know what to say," Remy said.

"Horse feathers! You're never speechless," Molly shot back.

"Most times. Anyway, you go first. You probably have something good to say," Remy smiled.

"No! Just go! You're like...taller. Everyone can see you better down at the end," Molly said weakly.

"Together?" Remy suggested.

"...Together," Molly agreed.

"...We're so happy to be part of the Institute," Molly started.

"The past couple of years have been great and...insane," Remy said.

"Unforgettable and very memorable," Molly continued.

"They've been amazing and I don't think that we would change them for anything," Remy said.

"We've found acceptance, family, peace and solace here," Molly smiled.

"Speaking for myself," Remy glanced at Molly, "I've found all that and more. I found...everything I'll ever need. In love. In Molly. Je t'aimerai toujours, ma couer." Remy gave Molly a short kiss, but the whole thing made her turn as red as the surface of Mars.

"Er, sp-speaking for m-myself," Molly stammered after a few moments, "Remy is...he's just...the best boyfriend...any girl could ever ask for. Thank you for accepting him and making him one of the team. And thank you for accepting me."

There was a short round of applause and their food was soon served. Everyone ate and had the best time. They laughed and shared memories, talking long through the night. "Hey, it's almost 11," Scott announced, "We already stayed out way too late. I think we should go home and get some sleep."

"Can't we at least have dessert first?" Kurt frowned, his tail swishing and twitching behind him in anticipation.

"Everyone can order _one_ thing. To go," Scott switched over from friendly big brother type to high priority leader in a matter of seconds.

The waitress came back.

"Double chocolate cake with strawberries on top, please," Kurt smiled.

"Sounds good," Remy said, "make it two."

"Three please," Molly smiled excitedly.

"Uh, four? thanks," Kitty waved.

"Anyone else?" The waitress with green hair and lavender skin smiled.
About a dozen more hands went up.

"Don't worry," Hank smiled at the waitress, "We'll leave the biggest tip you've ever seen."


"So...uh..." Molly said as her and Remy walked into the foyer hand-in-hand.

"Something on your mind?" Remy leaned down closer.

"I just...I'm afraid the worst will happen tomorrow, Remy. I want to break it to my family. Everything I've done, because until now I haven't. I was too scared of what they would think, of how afraid they'd be for me. I thought about it over dinner. For all of us, we don't know how it's going to play out tomorrow. This is going to be the worst thing that we've ever faced. I just...I want to write them an e-mail and I need your help. I _can't_ do it alone," Molly frowned, then hugging Remy.

"Of course I'll help you," Remy said.

"Okay, uh, great. Great. Thank you," Molly said. It couldn't wait, so they went straight to her room.

They sat there with only the light of the computer shining on them, trying to stay inconspicuous. If anyone knew they were still awake, they'd get reamed.

"Where do we start with this?" Remy asked as Molly opened up a new e-mail document.

"I have _no_ idea," Molly shrugged, "I mean, it's creepy. I feel like I'm writing a will or something. Like...these could be the last words I'll ever...ever s-say to them," Molly swallowed back tears.

"Molly, they _won't_ be," Remy reached out and held her close, his untied tie hanging around his neck silky smooth up against her face, "You know how to protect yourself and the rest of us will be there. We all have each others back."

"B-but...the other day..." Molly said.

"Past tense. It's like you said, we just have to plan for a next time," Remy said.

"Okay," Molly sighed a breath of relief, "I'll just focus on telling them. Not make it sound like I'm going to go face death head on."

"Good. Maybe start with 'There's a lot I haven't been telling you about my life here...'" Remy said.

It felt like they had worked on the e-mail for hours, but in reality it had only been an hour and a Molly pressed send, she felt like a great weight had been lifted, but she felt badly for not telling her family about how her life _really_ was sooner. Guilty. The guilt was soon replaced with tiredness and she fell asleep as the e-mail traveled...

_Dear family,

There's a lot I haven't been telling you about my life here. For that I'm very, very sorry. I wanted to always tell you, but I never really knew how. First off, I want to let you know that I try to stay safe all the time, but some times are better then others. We don't only learn how to control our powers here, we learn how to use them for protection. For protecting ourselves and the public. So sometimes we go out and have to fight with our powers. We have to keep people safe from vicious, determined enemies. They want to make a difficult means to an end and none of us can let that happen, so we're just trying to make the world safe for ourselves and for our families. I hope you can understand that and that you aren't angry with me. I want to help everyone, so I want to stay. I've made a whole life here; Friends, a good job, good grades and, well, Remy has made me the happiest I have ever been in my whole life. I wouldn't be the same if I had to leave him and everyone and everything I know here. So please don't ask me to leave. You know I can take care of myself. So please trust me to do that now.

I love you. I'll call you soon,

Molly_


AN: Okay, before anyone gets a little annoyed that they don't go right away to save the Proff, I just think that a lecture before going to Washington to fight their biggest battle would take up a good chunk of the day (if not all of it) and things like the FOH attacking innocent people isn't anything to just brush off either. And people gotta eat dinner, (and I quite liked the idea of a premature celebratory dinner and speeches. Officially/permanantly accepting Remy and Molly into the X-Men and all that), so there you have it. That's why I spaced the whole thing out a day before the big stuff goes down. Besides, Molly _needed_ to write that e-mail. Wouldn't you feel the same in her place?