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.
AN: One last conversation and I'm not sure how to feel about it. I'm trash. XD I mean, it's not like the girls would actually, you know, be impressed, but in Remy's mind, he's the pinnacle of manliness and wants other women to be impressed, even if he's Molly's. As we all do at the end of the day, I suppose.
Molly:
Charles came back with a gasp as Jean fell onto the floor, half caught up in her husband's strong arms. The rest of the kids ran over to Charles, clearly worried.
"Jeez, you look like crap," Molly blurted out.
"Molly!" Kurt chided.
"Sorry," Molly amended.
"Are you okay, Professor? Looks like you got him," Rogue asked.
"Yes, Rogue. Legion is purged from Lucas forever," Charles answered.
"Why don't I get you to bed, Professor, you're exhausted," Kurt said, pushing his wheelchair in the direction of the elevator.
The rest of them went over to Jean, who was now standing but being held up by Scott.
"You look like you need about a million years sleep yourself, Jean," Kitty said, "You want us to help get you back to your place?"
"Thanks Kitty, but I think it's a one-man job," Jean held Scott's face tiredly, looking up at him with love and affection before he helped her upstairs.
"Sooo..." Remy looked at Molly.
"So?" Molly glared up at him.
"Continuing are conversation from earlier, we're still engaged, right Sweetheart?" Remy gave her big, sappy eyes.
"Yes, Remy, we're still engaged. I'm not _that_ angry," Molly said, "But I am still really upset after what you did, so you can just work that out for yourself. I'll be upstairs." Molly left him standing there. Remy was in big trouble this time.
"Hey, David. You doing okay?" Molly went downstairs a bit later to the infirmary, realizing it was pretty important to make sure, well, her thonk on the head hadn't nearly accidentally killed David or something. That just wouldn't do.
"As good as can be expected after everything. Uh, not your little tap to the head of course!" David waved his hands, "But playing puppet to Legion wasn't exactly an easy time, you know?"
"I'm sure," Molly nodded, "I'm glad you and your dad can still develop your relationship. I know it's important after not having him in your life for such a long time."
"Yeah. Not to pry, but did you ever go through something like that? No dad in the picture?" David wondered.
"Well, no," Molly tried to be gentle, putting a brief hand on his shoulder, "But I know what it's like to be alone. What it's like to have someone in your life you're not sure about, and I know what it's like to have overwhelming feelings that are negative. To hate yourself. It's not like having another presence in your head, but it's close enough. I know the X-Men have taken up a lot of time you two could have spent together and I, uh, I don't know if anyone else said it to you, but for that I'm truly sorry. We didn't mean to. I hope we can all be friends now and that your dad meets all your expectations."
"Wow, that's a lot. Thanks, Molly. I get it and I know we can all be friends. That's what my dad would want. And the way I see it, I kind of owe you guys my life now anyway. You did a lot for me today. More than anyone could repay," David smiled.
"You don't owe us anything, man. Just pay it forward." Molly said, smiling genially.
"Will do," David agreed with a nod.
Molly made her way back upstairs, grabbed the bags from the foyer, and then made a B-line for Jean and Scott's new house. She knocked on the front door.
"Come in," Jean called out.
"It's just me," Molly said, "How're you feeling, buddy?"
"Like you always say, like I got hit by a truck, but more like a whole fleet of trucks," Jean looked exhausted, on their new blue sofa, "Pain killer isn't going to make this go away overnight."
"Uh, yeah. We should talk to Hank about developing a pain killer just for telepathy," Molly half joked, but it wasn't a bad idea, "Hey, it's kind of silly, but I know it's tradition. I got everyone little bridesmaid gifts." Molly handed Jean a pink and white striped gift bag. It had a small card with her name attached. Inside was a small, square, white cardboard box containing a stemless wineglass with Molly and Remy's names, the future wedding date, two doves holding rings and her name and the title of bridesmaid etched on in white paint. Simple, but memorable.
"Aw, thank you, Molly. That's really sweet.-Scott told me what Remy did. I'm a little surprised you didn't call things off after that. Most people would've," Jean said.
"Well, we're not most people," Molly smirked, "I'm still furious, but even that isn't grounds for cancelling our wedding. Cheating on me? That's grounds. And he'd never do that."
"Clearly," Jean said, "I know we've said it before, but you've got your hands full with him."
"And he with I," Molly said, "That's part of what makes us so great. We both drive each other insane, but at the same time, we keep each other in check. He gets mad at me too, don't worry."
"I'm sure you've been together long enough to know how to make it all work, even after the wedding," Jean said, "Just remember, communication and forgiveness are really important. And it takes two people to make a marriage. The wedding is exciting, but I'm still learning to that it's more give and take than dating ever was. Marriage is a different concept completely. We're going to keep talking about it, because I want you to be prepared, Molly. This isn't going to be like anything you've experienced before."
"Yes ma'am. I believe you," Molly smiled, "But, you know, Remy and me? We've made it work through everything else. We can take all the hurdles married life throws at us too. We're going to stay together as long as we make each other happy. I'm trying not to get bride eyes and look at everything through rose colored glasses, but Remy is the first guy I've ever fallen in love with. So you can't expect me not to be a little over the moon."
"I know sweetie," Jean put a hand to her face, "Just don't expect life afterwards to be a fairy tale. That's when you crash and burn."
Molly just nodded, leaving to give Kitty and Rogue their presents. Jean had a point, definitely, but Molly felt that she was right too. Remy and her's love weathered so many obstacles so far. Marriage wasn't an obstacle in itself, not a challenge, but after joining together like that, it would just mean facing life challenges together, stronger than before. Molly knew it was okay to get doe-eyed and be happy, but, like Jean implied, she needed to remember to maintain some realism about after getting hitched. Molly was determined to keep her head, but it was okay to let herself slip off into fantasy land every once in a while about getting married. As much as Remy infuriated her sometimes, like now, she was marrying the man of her dreams after all. Molly smiled, standing in the hallway a moment, alone. "I'm going to be Misses Remy LeBeau!" She whispered to herself, doing a little dance.
Molly heard music outside of her bedroom door much later. Loud, really familiar, diva pop music. She gave into her curiosity and peeked, opening the door completely to see Remy standing there with his white stereo playing one of her favorite Jessica Simpson songs, holding a big, fluffy teddy bear, flowers _and_ a large, square velvet jewelry box of some sort. Jeez, he must've really wanted forgiveness to pull out all the stops.
"From the bottom of my heart, I'm sorry. I know I embarrassed you," Remy said, "Ma amour, I'm going to keep making stupid decisions. Always. But I know you'll always forgive me, unless I mess up monumentally, but I figure if I do, I'll be dead before you can be angry about it. So, please, keep putting up with me?"
"Okay, but...you have to dance with me before the song ends," Molly smiled, happy to be in his arms again.
They started dancing, slow and close.
"I didn't think you were going to forgive me just like that," Remy said, "I thought I was going to be working this one off for days."
"Well, it wasn't right of me to hold you to something that would make you uncomfortable. It was wrong of me, so I'm sorry and I won't do it again," Molly said, "That said, _I_ did something earlier and now _you_ can be mad at me if you want."
"The times I've been mad at you have been few and far between, darling," Remy said, "So what could you possibly have done?"
"The girls and I had a certain conversation earlier about, uh, you. And what we talked about recently, involving, er, everything below the belt," Molly blushed again. She expected Remy to be at least a little mad, but instead he just laughed.
"Is that all?" His eyes glittered at her.
"What? You're not mad? I did the same thing to you that you did to me!" Molly pouted.
"Yeah, but like I said, I was proud of you. And apparently, you feel the same way about me if you're willing to share such a conversation with the girls. Molly, it's alright. I'm not mad and I'm not embarrassed. I have nothing to be ashamed of and I like showing off for you. My natural, very masculine, muscular body is going to be all yours soon. I don't mind if you want to brag on me to anyone. So, were they impressed?"
"First, I didn't blab it exactly willingly. Everyone weaseled it out of me after Jean picked up on my thoughts. And you're great, I'm sure, but I wasn't bragging! They weren't so much impressed with you as they were impressed I had the guts to hold that particular conversation with you. However, if it makes you feel better, Jean didn't even have that conversation with Scott before they got married. And, you know, _I'm_ impressed and I haven't even seen you yet." Molly glanced back and forth from Remys chest to his face.
"Well if you're impressed, then that's really what's important.-But you're sure nobody was?" Remy frowned slightly. Sheesh, boys were as sensitive about this stuff as girls were, weren't they?
"Aw, sweetie, I'm sure they were, they just didn't want to embarrass me even more. You know, they have drooled over you before," Molly tried to make him feel better.
"Where? When? Details!" Remy demanded, twirling her.
So Molly launched into that other time she'd let things slip out, but Remy wasn't mad this time either. His ego was satiated, but what was more, they were evened out again and settled. Molly had to remember that they were always going to be fights, and even she was going to mess up sometimes because she wasn't perfect either. Communication and forgiveness were the cornerstones of a strong relationship, and she knew they were going to get their marriage off to a good start if they always had that. No fight, no villain, no disaster could tear them away from each other. Molly and Remy were solidified, bonded for life, until death.
