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.
"That was fun," Remy said when they got back home. Molly was hanging off his arm, feeling on top of the world. They had survived probing questions and dinner. How amazing! Spectacular!
"It was," Molly hugged him, "I'll go change and we can leave for your surprise."
"We don't have to leave," Remy smiled, "The surprise is in the backyard, sort-of. Just go get into something comfortable."
"Okay," Molly rushed upstairs. In a few minutes, she knocked on Remys door.
He came out, handing her a red rose. "Let's go."
They walked down the familiar path to the old gazeebo, but it was decked out in blinking twinkle lights. There was a boom-box on the railing and a couple blankets next to the boom-box. The night air was chilly, but out here near the forest it was possible to see every star in the sky. They could hear the waves of the powerful ocean crashing below.
"What is this?" Molly smiled.
"Dancing and star gazing after a nice dinner," Remy walked over and turned on the small stereo.
They started slow dancing. "You're a true romantic, Remy," Molly said.
"Thankfully," Remy smiled. They kept on dancing for a while, then spending what felt like hours looking at stars.
"What are you thinking about?" Molly asked as she lay in his arms as things became quiet.
"Honestly? How I'm getting sleepy. It's been a long day," Remy yawned.
"Were you nervous today?" Molly asked outright.
"A little, but not as nervous as you," Remy admitted.
"You shouldn't be. They really like you, you know," Molly smiled, looking a little shy as she blushed slightly.
Molly laughed. "Wow. I can say that now. I have a boyfriend and my family really, genuinely likes him."
"Yeah," Remy said, "That kind of stuff is always important. Very important."
"Certainly," Molly agreed, "I don't know what I would've done if they hadn't. You're a good guy, Remy, even if it's taken some time to make you believe it."
"You really accomplished something with me, sweetheart. I'll always be grateful that you helped me to see all the better parts to myself." Remy smiled at her warmly, pulling her up so that they were sitting up comfortably, "So, uh, baby? I've got my hands full next week with cleaning the garage and scrubbing down the jet. Was thinking maybe you could help me out? Please?"
"Okay, okay. I'll do something about that," Molly said, "But now I'd like to _do_ something, if you get my drift?"
"Of course, Petite," Remy said, initiating making-out.
It was the perfect end to a perfect evening.
Molly woke up the next day. In two days she would be graduating to an official X-Man. It was hard to believe, but maybe once she had her uniform, she would believe it. Speaking of, She realized that she hadn't designed it yet. (One of the perks about it being that the kids got to wear whatever they wanted. Within reason, of course.) Molly started gathering her art supplies and started sketching ideas, not even bothering to changed out of her pajamas. She lost track of time.
There was a knock on the door. "It's open," Molly called out.
Remy opened the door. "Its breakfast time and your family is waiting downstairs. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. Sorry. I was just trying to come up with some uniform ideas," Molly closed her sketchbook and went to her dresser to pick out things to wear.
"Yeah, I had an idea about that," Remy smirked, "Something that dips low and shows a lot of skin.
Maybe some fishnet stockings," He stroked his chin thoughtfully.
"If you had your way, my uniform would be a string bikini top and short shorts," Molly rolled her eyes.
"Mmm," Remy moaned, tossing his head back and making a fist,"_Thank you_ for that image. It'll keep me going the next time I have to get through a danger room simulation."
Molly gave Remy the driest look, "Good to know. I'll show you the designs later. Maybe you can help me pick one out. Um, tell them I'll be down soon."
Remy walked out the door, "Oh," He stopped, "Maybe you could wear that blouse I like?"
"Fine, whatever. I don't want to keep everyone waitng any longer," Molly shooed him out.
Molly got dressed and went downstairs to breakfast. Everyones family seemed to be in a good mood. _Too good_ a mood. Some of the kids had embarrassed looks on their faces, probably from their families swapping unflattering, morbid stories about them. Molly hoped that the worst of that was over for her and anything her family had to say wouldn't make her feel like crawling into a hole. This fear was not helped by the fact that Remy was laughing, and not in the happy, normal way, she could tell. More like 'Holy crap, that was hilarious' type of way. This was _not_ a good sign. Molly just walked over and held her hands out to her laughing boyfriend in a questioning way.
"Sorry," Remy caught his breath, "We were talking about that time you were running around after burning up from extreme hot sauce."
"Oh jeez," Molly put a hand to her face, "The one where I was beating up the bread trying to get it out of the bag?"
Remy just nodded with his familiar smirk.
"Yeah, that was very, uh, me," Molly said. She sat down and started gathering food onto her plate.
Remy kept smirking. "I wish I could have been there."
"Just don't give _anyone_ any _ideas_," Molly raised an eyebrow.
"No, no. If anyone ever put ultra fiery hot sauce in your food, they'd be getting five minutes alone in a room with me.-Though if you do it to yourself again, I _will_ be laughing and I won't be pitying you."
"You'd kind of think I'd learn from something called Dave's Insanity Sauce," Molly said, then taking a bite of eggs.
"So, uh, sweetheart," Remy said, "You want to take everyone down to the Danger room later to watch you train?"
Molly then accidentally inhaled her eggs, almost choking. Remy had to start repeatedly hitting her own the back as she sputtered.
"*cough**hack* I'm fine! I-I'm fine!" Molly started breathing normally again, "I'm sorry? Train? As in...train?"
To Molly this equated to her family watching her fall on her face. She could do Danger Room simulations fine...without everyone watching to see how well she did.
"You'll be okay, Cherie," Remy smiled, "Or maybe you just need the right _motivation_."
With that he flexed his arm since he was wearing a sleeveless shirt, giving her a very flirtatious look.
Molly put her hands on either side of her head, eyes widening as she stared at the table for a moment "Jeez! Why don't you just take your shirt off and dance on the table! Gahh!"
Remy laughed. "You're almost too easy to rile up."
"He does this _all the time_," Molly explained to her family, "Love him, but he likes to show off too much."
"Love you too, Petite," Remy ruffled her hair, ending up in holding hands under the table.
Molly smoothed out her hair quickly with a smile on her face giving Remy a sweet look. "We're, like, so madly in love it's just sickening," Molly joked.
After breakfast, it was decided everyone would suit up for an improptu Danger Room demonstration. 'Okay, I can do this. Nothing to worry about,' Molly thought to herself as she waited for the simulation to start. The simulation started. It was an obstacle course. They had to make it up a slope, over a moat, through some robots, past a sand pit and then try to avoid a large net. They had to do so using teamwork, no all for one. Molly raced up the slope as a cheetah, but had to go back down because Sam was having trouble making it up with his gangly legs. She pulled at his gloves carefully, but it was hard to walk backwards-cheetah spines just weren't built for it. "Change into something else," Sam said.
Molly let go, quickly changing back, then into a giant, hearty newfoundland dog. She pulled Sam up to the top with no trouble, changing back. "Okay, we're doing good," Molly smiled after they'd reached the precipice. Suddenly there was a bolt of lightning (from Ray) at Mollys feet, making her jump...which meant she went forward.
SPLOOSH! Molly fell into about eight feet of water, coming back up soaking wet. "Gonna...kill...Ray," Molly growled to herself. He was just trying to make her look bad. Molly flew across as a seagull, but was docked ten points, as was Ray.
"Squeeeeeerk!" Molly motioned a throat cut to Ray from across the second platform.
"Don't make me laugh Midget," Ray smirked, rolling his eyes with attitude.
"Robots, ten o'clock," Iceman advised as leader, "Everbody look sharp."
"No problem," Molly smiled to herself. She ran down, morphing into rihno and tearing up as many as she could manage. The other kids were doing well also, throwing out sparks, colorful plasmoids, ice, or fire. The robots were destroyed in mere minutes, reduced to scraps and ash, the smell of burnt metal permeated the air as they passed them up, their charred metal frames twitching and smoking.
The sand pit was next.
"If I could, I'd just ice us over, but it's not allowed," Iceman said, "Ideas?"
"Elephant?" Molly suggested, "Everyone could climb on my back."
"Not a bad idea," Iceman said. The plan was soon in effect. Molly tromped across the sandpit, but halfway through, her left back leg was caught in a trap under the quicksand, slowly pulling her under. Unexpected, but effective. After everyone got off the ride, Molly changed back.
"Ohh crap! I'm getting pulled in!" Molly exclaimed.
Unfortunately, most of the kids powers were physical and not mental. There were no telepaths on the team to just lift Molly out. "Bug!" Ray said. "Do it fast and I'll pick you up out of it." Molly hesitated. She didn't exactly trust Ray after that last stunt, but now she had no choice and team work was all about trust. She quickly made the change to a shiny blue elephant beetle and Ray picked her up out of it. She shook the remaining sand from her exoskeleton and flew to the concrete ground, changing back.
"Now we just have to avoid the net," Jamie pointed up ahead. The net was about 30 feet across and could easily capture them all with room to spare.
"I've got this," Molly was confident. She flew up as a hawk and tried pulling the net apart to get it to fall to the ground.
Unfortunately, it was no ordinary net as a harmless forcefield catapulted her straight back to the floor as soon as she started trying to tear the net apart. Once again, for the millionth time, Molly found herself dizzy and her eyes rolling around in her skull like marbles. "Someone get the name of that truck," Molly joked as Iceman and Cannonball held her up for support for a few moments.
"We can do this," Iceman said, "We just need a plan first."
They planned for a few moments, thinking of every angle possible. They couldn't use Iceman to ice slide them across because the air around the area was made too dry. Creature could not just fly everyone to the end as a pterodactyle because they'd quickly noticed the air was filled with both smog and popping explosives dropped from the ceiling. It was a difficult end to an equally difficult obstacle course. Thinking outside the box this time was crucial, but they finally came up with a good strategy. "So everyone understands?" Iceman said. Everyone nodded or agreed. They quickly carried out their plan.
Creature morphed into a gorilla while Jamie copied himself with a bump, forming twelve more Jamie's. The Jamie's held onto eachothers ankles, while Creature grabbed the first one. The thirteen of them formed a chain across the net, lengthwise, having everyone climb over them to get to the platform on the other end, including the original Jamie. It wasn't the sturdiest bridge, but it worked. The Jamie's faded from exisitance after Creature dropped them, then she climbed back up into the far platform. She turned into a hawk, flying low enough to avoid the fog and the explosives, but not low enough to touch the net.
The room turned green and the obstacle course disappeared back underneath the floor. "Congratulations, you all made it across, good work!" Jean said from the control room. Everyone cheered and hugged. Another Danger Room simulation completed! The kids walked down the ramp and out into the hallway, meeting their families downstairs again.
Molly was greeted to congratulatory hugs and smiles as soon as she was out.
"See? You did good," Remy smiled at Molly and she blushed.
"I did, except no thanks to Ray," Molly glared at him from across the room.
"You ask me, I think he's just in a bad mood this week 'cause he's jealous," Remy observed, "His family kicked him out, remember?"
"Oh," Molly suddenly felt embarrassed, "That's right. I-I forgot."
"Still," Remy went on, "It wasn't fair of him to be that mean."
"No, it's fine. You keep saying I gotta relax and let things go, so I'll let this one go," Molly said.
They went back into the dining hall where everyone was gathered.
"Hey," Molly said, "They saw my room yesterday, but they didn't see yours."
"Aw, c'mon. My room is nothing. This week is about you anyway," Remy waved it off.
"Yeah, but you're practically family and they're only here for a few days. Come on," Molly smiled.
"Jeez," Remy said under his breath, rolling his eyes as he trailed behind everyone.
Thankfully, Remys room was clean this week. Everything was in its proper place. The bed was on the far wall, so the end of it faced to the door. Their was a motorcycle poster above it. To the left of the bed was a dresser and mirror attached, with a hairbrush, cologne, and various hair products on it. To the right was an armoire and small table with Remy's stereo/ipod charger combination gift Molly had gotten him a few years ago. Straight ahead was a window, and under that, a footlocker with a lock for various extras and valuable keepsakes. On the far right near the window was his armoire for his coat, staff and other clothes. Lastly, under Remy's bed was a barely seen shoe caddy.
"It has a nice view," Molly opened the window to the view of the garage and overlooking that, Bavilles skyline, "In my room all you can see is trees."
Remy came up behind Molly and put his arms around her shoulders in a hug, "In your room, you _are_ the view Cherie."
Molly rolled her head back to look up at Remy, her neck craned back and sideways to look him in the face, "I love you, but you are _embarrassing_."
"I am your boyfriend. Boyfriends act the same, family vists or not. So get used to it," Remy smirked.
"Uh...sorry?" Molly smiled brightly at her family.
It was fine for everyone. They'd all had a little preview of Remy's overly affectionate and caring demeanor towards Molly when he'd visted them a while back, so it wasn't a complete surprise. Molly was just easily riled up and took everything too seriously.
"Anyway," Remy let go of Molly, content to hold her hand, "I had a little surprise planned if everyone is up for it."
"He has too much time on his hands," Molly said under her breath.
"Not likely," Remy said. He led everyone back downstairs and into the kitchen. "I thought we could go on a picnic for lunch later, if you're interested. I made some chicken and stuff this morning. And got some soy chicken substitute," He winked at Molly.
Everyone agreed it was a nice idea, so when the time came, they left for the nearest park.
That night they went out to dinner again, this time Molly paid. When they got back, her and Remy took the time to look over all of Mollys uniform designs. She'd always had an interesting, colorful, if slightly eclectic fashion sense, and it showed in her renderings. Bright reds, blues and greens everywhere. Tops without shoulders, fingerless gloves, short boots, high boots, triangles on the chest, rectangles on the legs, polkadots! Every outfit was unique, but not all of them were flattering. Molly had come to love her body more over the years, but honestly, not everything worked for her.
"This is nice," Remy held up a sketch of a dark suit with a big upsidedown blue triangel shape on the chest and short boots.
"That's probably my least favorite," Molly made a face.
"Well, which one is your favorite then?" Remy put an arm around Mollys waist.
"It's down to these two," Molly pointed to two different drawings. One with red accents, short sleeves and fingerless gloves and short red boots. The other with a red top covering the shoulders and torso, long sleeves, red gloves and knee-high boots that had circular knee covers, like Remys silver boots.
"I like the one with the red top. The other one looks too fashionable. That one is more practical and closer to how your uniform is now," Remy said.
"Yeah. The boots were inspired by yours," Molly smiled.
"Aw, you didn't have to do that," Remy smiled.
"I did. That way you're with me, even when you're not," Molly smiled.
"Cherie, I'm touched," Remy put a hand to her face.
They kissed, long and lovingly. "Want to go make out a while?" Molly looked up at Remy.
"Always," Remy smiled.
AN: That story about the Dave's Insanity Sauce? All true. I was rushing around like a headless chicken, trying to cool off my mouth, and ended up desperately trying to get open a loaf of bread by beating it on the counter. XD XD (I think we had milk, but it didn't do anything.) My life is a cautionary tale. Next fic, I'll tell you about the time my hands were burning for hours after I de-seeded 10 jalapenos without gloves on. 0_o