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.
AN: There are mentions of explosives in this chapter, just in case that scares anyone because of trauma or whatever the case may be.
The next couple of days were uneventful and fairly uninteresting. Remy continued showing Molly the ins-and-outs of the School, all the while flirting and being a good boyfriend.
Meanwhile, Molly enjoyed the perks of re-learning her life, like a hot breakfast already made every morning, lots of friends, and, of course, Remy devotedly by her side.
The third day everything changed.
Remy was woken up by the sound of something scratching and crying at his door.
It sounded like a dog. How had a dog gotten inside? And further more, why did it choose to wake him up before his alarm went off?
Remy got up and went out into the hallway to see a frantic brown labrador retriever dancing around, looking up at him with pleading brown eyes, crying like a baby.
Wait a minute...brown eyes?
"Molly?" Remy questioned.
"Rowrf!" Molly said, loud and clear.
Remy kneeled down to her.
"Okay, just stay calm. Everything is going to be fine," Remy said.
Molly whined. Loudly.
"You're going to be okay. You used to do this all the time."
Molly cried.
"Sorry. Listen just...just picture yourself. Concentrate on that and you'll change back, Molly," Remy said.
Molly closed her eyes and slowly started reverting back to her normal human self.
Remy felt beside himself with relief. Then he started feeling concerned as to wether she was going to be wearing clothes or not. (Usually she was, but now, who knew?)
Remy quickly turned around, just in case.
"Um, it's okay," Molly said after a few moments, "I'm wearing my pajamas."
"Good," Remy hugged her, "I'm sorry about that."
"Yeah," Molly squeaked out.
Remy wondered why she felt overwhelmingly embarrassed, then it hit him.
He was hugging Molly without a shirt.
"Oh," Remy let go, "Uh, sorry about that Petite."
"Umm...no p-problem," Molly averted his gaze.
"Are you okay now?" Remy asked.
"I'm okay. I'm just not sure if I want that to happen again. It was super weird," Molly said, still avoiding looking at him.
Remys alarm went off. He turned it off, grabbing the nearest shirt and pulling it on as he came back out.
"Question," Molly chirped in a direct tone of voice.
"Yes cherie?" Remy smiled, putting all his charm into it.
"How did a chubby runt like me end up with a guy with six pack abs and amazing arms?" Molly grinned, a blush going up her neck. Remy knew it took a lot for Molly-presently-to get such a sarcastic sentence out.
Remy leaned down to touch his forehand to Mollys, placing his hand on the small of her back. "Because you're a beautiful, _beautiful_ lady and I'm going to keep telling you that until you believe me."
"Th-thanks," Molly said simply.
Remy went and got dressed, then walked with Molly back to her room so she could do the same.
When they went down for breakfast, everything was fine for a few moments. Until an explosion from outside rocked the mansions foundation. Furniture clattered and the chandelier over the dining table shook like a pendulum.
"What's going on?!" Molly grabbed onto him as Ororo ordered everyone to get ready and get outside.
"It's alright," Remy said, "Just get upstairs to your room and stay there."
Molly nodded, running out of the room to safety. Remy and the others went to the hidden storage closet located on the far side of the dining room to suit up, afterwards rushing outside to face whatever danger was outside.
As soon as the team was outside, they saw a bunch of college kids vandalizing and destroying nearby houses with explosives, paint,
and graffiti, among other things.
"Why are they doing this?" Shadowcat wondered.
"They're all hitting houses where mutants already live," Remy realized.
It wasn't a lot of houses-five in all-but it was enough. They either had people too old or too young to join the school, but the houses had mutant residents all the same.
Thankfully none of them were at home at the moment, otherwise things would so much worse with their lives at stake.
Suddenly no one was surprised that the rioters were using explosives.
"Guys, go left and right," Iceman said of the recruits.
"Everyone else, fan out. Do what you can," Storm said.
Remy ran up to a couple guys, trying to ambush them, but was suddenly ambushed himself from behind with a chain around his neck. It was ice cold and not the least bit comfortable.
"You scared, mutie?" A young mans voice said with a southern accent.
"Never," Remy smirked, "You from Louisina, hommes?"
Remy slowly moved his staff around to near his attackers face.
"Yeah, but I don't have any kinship with a genetic deformity like you," The boy said.
"That's a real shame," Remy said, clicking his staff so the knock out gas was released. The boy went down like a sack of bricks, "Maybe we could've been friends otherwise."
Remy was fast enough to stop the other two kids from putting another explosive onto another house by knocking them unconscious.
Within a half hour, they had the vandals apprehended and the police were on their way.
Remy went back inside and upstairs to make sure Molly was okay.
"Remy!" Molly jumped off the bed and ran to hug him.
"Are you alright? What happened? Is everyone okay?" Molly said worriedly.
"Everyone is fine. We just had some trouble with kids vandalizing some houses," Remy explained.
"Oh, that's terrible," Molly frowned, "Does that happen a lot around here?"
"No, no," Remy waved his hands a little, wanting to calm her, "They're just being bullies. We took care of it. Nothing to worry about."
Remy pulled her over to sit on the bed.
"Try to relax, put it out of your head. We need to start working on your powers soon anyway, now that you've discovered them again.
There's no time to be upset over a bunch of punk kids being...being jerks," Remy tried to put things delicately.
"Okay, I guess we'll do that soon," Molly smiled a little, "It was kind of fun being a dog this morning. Um, I mean, you smelled good."
"I smelled good? Of course," Remy pulled Molly into a hug, "You just relax for a couple hours, then we can get started. There's some things I have to go do."
After Remy did chores and took care of a few things, he went back to Mollys room and got started in helping her regain familiarity and control over her powers.
She stood in her uniform in front of Remy while Remy sat on her bed, changed out of his uniform and in a black t-shirt and blue jeans.
"We'll just take it a little at a time," Remy said, "No need to rush anything. Try turning into a squirrel."
Molly breathed, relaxing. The changes came quickly, but fluidly, like she never forgot. Her ears changed, crawling up the side of her head as fur appeared all over her body. Her hands and feet started turning into little clawed paws. She starting shrinking down and after a few moments, a bushy tail appeared behind her. After a couple minutes, the transformation was complete. Molly was a squirrel.
She looked down at herself, then went in a circle to see the bushy, twitchy tail. "Tch-t-tch-tt-tch!" Molly clicked up at Remy, seeming unsure of what to do next.
"Walk around, try it out," Remy advised.
Molly started walking, making her way up to the dresser since carpet wasn't made for claws. Molly scaled up the dresser, all the way to the top, climbing over things like papers and hair brushes eventually jumping onto the bed and changing back. "That was fun," Molly smiled, "So I can really turn into any kind of animal?"
"Whatever you can think of," Remy said, "You always liked turning into a tiger the best."
"I can really do that?" Molly started looking excited.
"Yes, but I wouldn't want to push it today. Let's just do smaller animals for now," Remy said. He knew she was disappointed, but they would get there.
Over the course of the afternoon, Molly had turned into everything from hedgehogs to armadillos. Trying out rabbits, possums, chipmunks, rats and even a koala. Remy noticed that Molly didn't seem scared to turn into animals, it all seemed to come naturally to her, even with amnesia.
"I think that's enough for now," Remy said as the clock changed to five, "I don't want you to get too worn out."
"One last thing...just to see what it's like. It's called an Ai-Ai. It's from Madagascar. Scientists don't even know a lot about it.
I think it's, like, nocturnal," Molly said.
"Okay, just don't fall asleep on me," Remy smirked, joking.
He watched Molly shift into something...completely hideous looking. It reminded him of a possum with a hair loss problem. It had huge orange-yellow eyes and one long, stick like finger in the middle of four shorter ones, with huge ears and a big bushy tail streaming out behind it. The hair on its face and on top of its head was thinner then on it's body. Remy made a creeped out face. "Why would you ever want to turn into _that_? Looks like something out of a nightmare, Petite."
Molly blinked her huge eyes, sticking out her long finger and teasing it at him, obviously trying to weird Remy out. Molly even stuck out her tongue, waving her head around.
"Okay, okay. It's very...interesting...for you. I get it," Remy said, "You've had your fun, now change back. I'm going to have a hard time sleeping for sure."
Molly changed back. "Aw, c'mon, it was funny!" She giggled.
"I'm sure. Tomorrow we can work on other stuff," Remy said, "Right now, I could use a snack."
The next couple of days went by fairly normally. By the third day, Molly was turning into tigers, elephants, horses and the like out in the backyard for all the room. They decided to take a break, sitting on the furniture by the pool.
"I know it's not good to shock me, but I have to know," Molly looked Remy in the face, swinging her legs over the side of her lawn chair to look at him directly, "With these powers, did I ever...did I...kill anyone?"
Remy jerked up alarmed. He sat up properly, grabbing Mollys hands.
"No. Never sweetheart. Why would you even ask something like that?"
"They just seem so dangerous is all," Molly looked at the ground, seeming agitated, "I just wondered if being able to do what I do, maybe I let it all slip at some point. Like with how you can make things explode, if you were in my place, wouldn't you wonder the same?"
She stared into the hot concrete, obviously upset, her brown eyes wide with some trepidation.
"I guess I would," Remy put a hand to her face, guiding it back to look at him, "That's not what the X-Men are about. We don't kill. And...you aren't that type of person to. I know you're not."
"Thank you," Molly got up and hugged him, "That's a relief. I just had to wonder today, being a tiger. All that raw power. It's really amazing.
Uh, did I ever, like, hurt _you_? Accidentally?"
"Not really," Remy answered, "Maybe the occasional knock down or whatever, but nothing serious and never intentional."
"Even when we were, like, kissing? I never got over excited and, I don't know, turned into a dog or a rhino or whatever?
I could see myself doing that," Molly said, looking embarrassed and worried.
"No Cherie. You had your moments where you got...excitable...but nothing like that ever happened," Remy laughed a little. It wasn't an unfounded notion, but Molly's powers seemed more reactive to fear or embarrassment then anything. Strangely, things never happened when Molly was erratically turned on when they made out or if Molly became excited over Remy of her own accord, lusting after him at times. Usually when he was out of his shirt.
Remys phone rang suddenly. He answered it.
"Hello?"
"Remy? It's Scott. I think we need Molly's help. We keep losing the bank robbers, they're tricky. We've got a lead though, but the only way we're going to get them is if we have Molly here," Scott said.
Remy got up walking to the other side of the yard, near the mansion.
"I don't know if that's such a good idea Scott. She's still fragile and you want to send her out into the fray, unprepared?" Remys voice dripped with concern and a little aggravation. Scott was nuts for wanting to send Molly out after her own attacker. A ridiculous plan.
"We can't think of another way around it. She can be stealthy and can get in anywhere undetected," Scott said, "If we can just get her inside wherever they are, she can look it all over, sneak back out and we'll handle the rest."
"Let me talk to her about it," Remy said, "I'll call you back."
Remy clicked the phone off, going back to Molly.
"Um..." Remy wasn't sure where to start.
"Bad news?" Molly winced, standing up.
"Sort of. How would you feel about going after the bank robbers that made you lose your memory?" Remy asked.
"I'm...not sure. I'd like to, but I don't know if I'm ready for that," Molly said.
"It wouldn't be much," Remy said, "You'd just have to track them down to where ever they're hiding, sneak in to make sure they're there and get back out. It's not that hard. You've done stuff like that before."
Except she couldn't remember, so it was pointless to mention.
"I-I guess it doesn't sound so bad," Molly said.
"I wish there was another way, believe me, but it sounds like you're the only one that can do this," Remy said, "I know you can do it Molly. I have faith in you."
Remy gently held her face, a loving gesture.
"Uh, okay. Well, thank you," Molly smiled, "Let's go get ready then."
Within the hour, they left for Washington again. They'd packed some extra clothes, just because they wanted to stay a few extra days to visit the Professor again. It seemed only right to since they were going to be in town.
"Feeling alright Cherie?" Remy asked, holding Mollys hand with one hand and flying the jet with the other.
"Just nervous," Molly answered, seeming lost in thought.
"We'll be your back up and I'm not going to let anything bad happen to you," Remy said, "We'll be there the whole time."
"Thanks," Molly smiled nervously.
Eventually the jet landed on the hotel roof and they went to meet everyone in their room.
"You just have to smell this as a dog," Scott held out, "Track it then change into something small and make sure the men are inside the building.
After that you can come back out and we'll handle the rest."
"I don't understand why Jean can't track them," Remy said.
"They're like you. Natural mental shields," Jean explained, "Even if we did find them on our own, we would have our hands full. Turns out their part of a big crime ring with lots of members."
"And you're going to send Molly into that? Really?" Remy was aghast and angry, even if it was too late to feel such tempered, hot emotions.
"I'll be okay," Molly said quietly, "It's like you said, I can handle it. I've done it before. I-I'm brave, even if I can't remember all the stuff I did.
I know deep down, I can be brave."
"And stubborn as ever," Remy sighed, hugging Molly close, "Just be careful. Try not to do anything stupid."
"I'll be good," Molly smiled up at him, full of cheer and optimism like a thousand times before.
