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.

In the end it was decided that Molly and Remy would skip the club and stay home. Another night of TV, video games and getting hopped up on sugar and soda.

"I can't go anymore," Molly lifted her hands from the controller later that evening, her fingers stiff and her thumbs sore.

"You said it," Remy agreed, "I think we can try beating level eight another time." He got up, going and getting his cherry soda from the table and taking a sip.

"You know what I wish right now?" Remy said, not waiting for Molly to respond, "I wish it had been me instead of you. It would be easier on you."

"No!" Molly quickly got up, rushing over and hugging Remy, "No! Don't even say that! It wouldn't have been easier on me."

"Yeah, but if it had been me, you wouldn't be stuck like this," Remy looked at her sadly.

"Why are we even...I don't want to talk about this right now. We were having fun," Mollys voice cracked, tears springing to her eyes. She quickly wiped them away.

"We have to talk about it sometime. It's been a week. We're just avoiding the issue," Remy led her to the couch to sit down.

"So? What's there to talk about?" Molly said, "We can't kiss and I can't do half the stuff I used to. End of story."

"No," Remy said, "I can see you're still unhappy. I want to know how I can really make this better for you. There has to be more
you can do to live life as normal as you can."

"I don't know what that is yet," Molly started crying again, huddling against Remy for comfort.

"We'll figure it out," Remy said, "I promise Molly."

The days wore on, then the weeks went by. The more time passed, the more Molly gave up hope on the team finding a cure. It seemed next to impossible once they'd passed a month and a half with no results to show for their extensive searches.

Molly had given it a lot of thought. She hadn't been of any use to the X-Men since the day at the aquarium. Not even a little.
She just spent her days hanging out with Remy and not much else. Kurt was still good company, but Kitty seemed to be drifting. Nothing was making Molly feel good. Molly made her decision.

She went into Remys room mid-morning one day.
"Molly? What's going on?" Remy sat up from laying on the bed reading.

"It's been over a month," Molly smiled sadly, "I have to face facts Remy. I'm useless here. So, you know, I'm just going to go back to Nevada. Hang out there for a while. Hope things work out for me, um, some other way." Molly cried, the tears just running down her face, but didn't waver in her resolve.

"No," Remy said, taking her by the shoulders, "No! Come on Molly. Don't give up. This isn't like you. We've waited this long..."

"And it's long enough," Molly said, "You can't wait for me forever and I can't wait for you. This is the best choice for us. For everyone."
Molly pulled away. "You can come down to the jet with me. Everyone is down there waiting."

Remy set his jaw, looking at the floor. It was clear he wanted to beg her to stay, but they both knew it wouldn't do any good. Molly had it set in her mind. "Please," Remy said quietly, "Think about it. Think about what this means."

"I know what it means," Molly said, "No more us. No more school. No more friends.-But all that was gone the second this happened. This will be better for everyone."

"It won't be for me," Remy said, "I need you. I've always needed you. Even if you're younger, you still keep me grounded, happy. You make me a better person, Molly."

"Don't make this harder then it already is," Molly's voice was hoarse as the tears flowed even more. She walked out of the room as fast
as she could and Remy followed.

They took the stairs instead of the elevator with quick, hurried steps. Molly was running away from everything and Remy was trying to catch something that just wasn't there anymore.

"Reconsider," Remy said in a desperate tone of voice. He wasn't going to be the same with Molly around. Normally he was just fine on his own, he always had been, but now he couldn't be. Not anymore. Molly had changed him. He was half of one whole, forever.

"I have!" Molly whirled around at the third platform before another flight of stairs, "I've thought of every possibility. Everything. This was the only good decision. The logical one. The one where neither of us would get hurt."

"We'll you were _wrong_," Remy looked like he was already out of breath. Feelings overwhelmed his red eyes. Molly quickly looked at the floor and kept walking, avoiding his gaze. She rushed the stairs again.

Soon enough they reached the hanger where everyone was waiting.

"I'll see you guys. Have fun. I'll write," Molly stopped, keeping it short. She boarded the blackbird and Remy ran after her a few seconds too late. He hit the door after it closed, pacing in

circles, rapidly running his hands through his hair in the worst case of frustration. In anger and sadness he paced the floor with no relief in sight.

"How could she do this? How could she even think this was..." He hit a nearby beam. it clanged back, echoing in the large space.
Everyone watched Remy rather then watch the jet take off.

"It was the only thing Molly could think of to do," Charles wheeled up to Remy, "She could either be happy there or miserable here. Which would you want for her?"

"Molly could've been happy here," Remy frowned, his frustration waning a little.

"Remy," Jean came up to him, "Even if Molly has left, we're not going to just forget about what happened. We're going to keep looking for a way to help her. The X-Men don't abandon their own. When...if...we find a cure, we'll get Molly back. We will."

Remy didn't say anything. He just stormed off back upstairs, slamming his door and staying in his room for the rest of the day.

A whole week passed by. Remy had left message after message on Mollys phone with no answer. He hadn't slept well and didn't have a good appetite. Everyone else had accepted her choice whole heartedly, but he wouldn't. He couldn't.

Remy had done everything in his power to make her happy under such awful circumstances.

Everything, he realized, laying on his bed still fuming, except help search for a cure.

"So if that's what I have to do, I'll do it," Remy said to the air. He got up and got to work.

Remy spent days of doing things no one else had thought to do. Going around to back alleys and ferreting out information, calling in favors, looking into rumors. It took a few weeks, but he found Molly's cure, her salvation, in a little village in Brazil. There was a mutant boy who's power was aging people up or down. It was so unusual, but it was just what they needed. The problem was trying to convince Molly to go there after she'd given up hope. Hope wasn't an easy thing to get back once you lost it.

Remy was determined though to do anything to have Molly back in his life.

Then there was the fact that he was excited. He would get to see Molly again. Wether she was fifteen, nineteen or ninety, his happiness for her hadn't changed at all. He missed her more then anything.

"Now you can't go rushing in like a-" Jean said once they'd drove up to Molly's familys house where she was staying. Except her words fell on deaf ears as Remy hurriedly ran out of the car and up

to the door, ringing the doorbell. Molly opened it.

"Remy?" Mollys mouth hung open.

Remy didn't wait to be invited inside. Instead he pulled Molly up into a hug, swinging her around and setting her down onto the floor gently.
"Where's the family? I was looking forward to meeting them since I'm here." Remy looked around excitedly with a huge smile on his handsome face.
He just couldn't keep still, he was abuzz with energy, fidgeting like a little boy who couldn't stay still.

"They're out. What _are_ you doing here?" Molly looked questioning, going and falling back into the couch with a straight face. Remy followed, sitting down but still fidgeting as he tapped his fingers against the arm of the couch. Seconds later, Jean and Scott let themselves inside along with a still grown up Jamie.

"We came to get you back," Remy said, "Molly, we found the cure! It's a kid in Brazil. It won't take long, just a days flight and you'll be back to normal."

"...How can you be sure?" Molly asked, "It seems so unlikely now."

"I searched. I found him. I wasn't going to give up on you, so I gave it everything I had. I told you, I need you. Nothing is going to keep me from you. Not even you leaving," Remy reached out and squeezed her hand for the first time in ages.

Molly looked at the floor.

"Come on Cherie," Remy rolled his head up, annoyed, "What's there to think about? You can stay here and suffer through growing up again or you can come with us and be cured. Be happy."

"What if you're wrong? What if he can't?" Molly said.

"We're not wrong," Jean said, "It all checks out. He can. It won't be easy, but nothing ever is."

"Please Molly? I'm tired of being an adult," Jamie pleaded with her, his eyes looking young, "It's not fun anymore."

Molly let out a loud sigh. "Okay, but this better work. Otherwise I'll have to say goodbye all over again and I don't want to do that."

They locked up the house and piled back into the car, this time with Molly. Remy was so happy he felt like bursting.

That evening, on the other side of the world they landed in the Brazilian village. It wasn't very modern with concrete shacks with straw roofs and few roads. Chickens were everywhere. Spanish music played loudly from a live band at someone's wedding aways off.

"He's in that house with his parents," Jean pointed to one of the little shacks. Thankfully Jean had telepathically assimilated Spanish the day before.

They went up to it, knocking on a frail looking plank wooden door. A man answered. Jean communicated with him in Spanish, waving a hand to Molly and Jamie. The man smiled, ushering the group inside.

Molly was in her old clothes, anticipating and dreading the next few moments.

Molly and Jamie were introduced to the boy named Emilio, who was no older then thirteen, looking shy with huge, beautiful dark eyes. He smiled and said something.

"He said if he can help you, then that would make him happy. It would make his power a gift and not a curse," Jean translated.
Molly just smiled, nodding, unsure of what to say.

Emilio said something else.
"You might feel too hot and in a lot of pain, but just bear with it," Jean said.

Elmilio reached out, putting his hands on Mollys shoulders first.

Molly's first sensation was that it felt like someone set her on fire. Beads of sweat broke out on her forehead and intense pain washed over her.
It was like her bones were wracked in agony and her skin was being stretched out. When Molly felt like she couldn't take it anymore, sweaty and Shaking, Emilio let go. He said a single word, looking winded himself.

"Done," Jean translated again.

Molly looked herself over for a moment. She had an adult body again and it was great, but she felt incredibly sore all over. Like being pounded with a giant meat mallet. She didn't have much time to process anything because Remy scooped her up into his arms, kissing her so lovingly.

"How do you feel?" Remy asked.

"Sore all over, but very relieved," Molly smiled. Remy set her back down and Molly looked him over, happy that he looked normal to her again. Happy
that all she felt for him was love and happiness and gratitude.

Jamie was next. Everyone watched as Emilio repeated the process, seeing Jamie shrink and become more lithe. Jamie looked in as much pain as Molly had felt, but it was all going to be worth it in the end. When it was over, Emilio sat down hard in a chair, looking exhausted. His mother handed him a glass of water.

"Jamie!" Molly rushed over and hugged him tight. The kid was a head taller then her, so the hug was little awkward, but Jamie gladly returned it.

"I owe you an apology," Molly said, "I'm sorry. It was selfish of me to leave. To give up. I wasn't even thinking about you, only about myself."

"It was selfish, but I know why you did it," Jamie said, "I felt like giving up too. I'm sorry about how I acted."

Molly smiled, pulling Jamie down for a kiss on the cheek. "Just don't do it again and we're cool."

The two of them went over and group hugged Emilio, thanking him over and over with huge smiles.
"I just wish we could understand each other," Jamie said.

"That can be arranged," Jean smiled. She closed her eyes, concentrating a moment.

"Oh!" Emilio said, "I know English now! Mama and papa and I all know English now!"

"Call it a thank you gift," Jean said.

Remy walked over, kneeling down to Emilio. "Thank you for everything. You saved Molly and Jamie."

"You're welcome señor," Emilio smiled.

The proceeding hours arranged for Emilio to join them at the school in the coming weeks. They were welcomed to relax after their long journey with drinks and sweet cakes, what little the family had to offer. Molly looked at Remy as they sat together around the indoor fire pit, while everyone talked and laughed, with his arm around her waist.

"So...you and Rogue," Molly smirked.

"Again Cherie? I thought we had this se-" Remy was interrupted by Molly pulling him down for an electrifying kiss.

"It's settled, but if any girl kisses you again, she'll have to deal with _me_," Molly furrowed her brow, straight faced.

"Dieu. Yes. Noted," Remy sat there surprised, with his eyes wide. Remy was Molly's and nothing was going to change that.