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: I had a hard time developing a plot, and I think I got inspired by others fanfics, but that happens sometimes.
I had to adjust it here and there, because I got a little too hard with it (A tiny bit more adult than I normally get), but I fixed it to my satisfaction. Hope it's good and better than my previous attempt at a love potion story. Lastly, I hope I didn't manhandle Remy too much here. Pretty sure everyone knows women can be as bad as men or worse when it comes to lust and making men objectified. He came out of it cooly, like always, but the poor kid went through a lot. Please enjoy and don't forget to review!
The alarm went off, and not for the first time in the past couple months, Remy awoke with not dread or an unwillingness to leave his bed, but with joy and an eagerness to get the day started. It was the first week of October, which meant he and Molly were that much closer to their wedding day.
He raced through the shower and hurried to get dressed, holding up his gray, long sleeved shirt.
Naturally, he'd need it for the cold weather outside, but he also didn't mind the idea of surprising Molly with a good eyeful of himself to get her day off to a good start. He briefly considered sneaking into her room, but now that Molly had a roommate, this didn't seem like the best a idea. So, Remy walked the halls with his shirt hanging out the side of his jeans, giving every female in the women's wing that was up and about a perfect view of his outrageously beautiful, perfectly sculpted, serenely crafted upper body.
"Good grief, don't you have any dignity? Put a shirt on before..." Rogue faltered, passing him and stopping. He was now standing outside of Molly and Marissa's door.
"Before what? Not exactly going to cause a traffic accident in the hallway, am I Roguey?" Remy smiled.
"No, but-"
Their conversation was interrupted by a loud crash and a few yells to their left, as they looked to see a twenty or thirty girls pile up of young women laying on the floor, covered in an orange glop, which was a mixture of baking-soda and other ingredients. All courtesy of the sweet little Anne Mcgee and her science project. (Okay, Anne wasn't exactly little, being sixteen and almost six feet tall with long, blonde tresses and a woman's body, but to Remy she was still a child.)
"Remy," Amara hauled herself up from the floor, "You can't walk through here like _that_ first thing in the morning! A body can't take it!"
"Sorry everyone! Sorry! I'll help you get cleaned up!" Anne was beyond apologetic, helping up her fellow females from off of the floor.
Remy rolled his eyes. They could sort themselves out. He knocked on Molly's door. He was surprised to see Marissa answer it. She wasn't much taller than Molly, with her shocking bright pink hair, oversized black sweater and hot pink skirt. So, she was just the right height to be at eye level with Remy's chest. She stood stock still, eyes huge, boring into Remy's bare chest and being obviously overwhelmed by his larger frame. "Holyyyy mother of pearls!" Marissa blurted out.
Silence.
"Marissa?"
She continued staring.
"Marissa?"
"Nnh?" Marissa was dumbfounded. Remy knew he was hot, but it was like she'd never seen a shirtless man in her life.
"MARISSA!" Remy shouted.
"Wh-what?! What, sorry!" She looked up at Remy after jerking with one arm in front and the other over her head. She relaxed.
"I'm here to see Molly," Remy smiled gently and sincerely.
"Oh? Really? Got some bad news. She's under the weather, big guy. Threw up at three in the morning and hasn't been the same since," Marissa jerked her thumb behind her, then leaving the room.
"Baby? You okay?" Remy rushed to Molly's bedside, overwhelmed with concern, like always.
Molly was sitting up, wearing her red bathrobe over her pj's, blowing her nose so loud they had to hear it in the Tibetan mountains. Her eyes were red, and she had red puffiness under them. "Hi Remy. Don't know if it's the stress or I caught something standing around all wet on that mission a few weeks ago." Her voice was even scratchy, "Guess I'm not going to be looking at bridesmaids dresses and stuff after all."
"Don't you worry yourself about that. There's lots of time," Remy pat her leg, trying to be careful not to touch her hands or face, "What can I do for you, ma amour? Besides look downright delicious?" Remy ran a hand back through his hair, striking a handsome pose with his bicep curled.
"You always take care of me when I'm sick. You don't have to this time," Molly said, coughing.
"Cherie, I'm almost offended you'd even say that. We're going to be pledging our lives to each other, vowing to take care of one another in sickness and in health. If I slack off now and don't take care of you, it makes me look bad. So I want to, wether you like it or not."
Molly pouted, looking stubborn with her arms crossed, but gave in, side-eyeing him a moment, then looking at him straight on. "... I could use some more tissues and I'm actually getting a little hungry, but I don't know if I can keep anything down. Just something light would be nice.-And please remember that I can walk." Remy did have a strong inclination to try and carry her around when she was sick or injured.
"I'll be back soon, but don't think I won't carry you around at least a couple times before you get better." Remy got up, putting his shirt on and heading downstairs. He wasn't especially hungry yet, so he got a plate and gathered up some scrambled eggs and a couple slices of plain toast from the serving trays spread across the table in the dining room.
"Where's Molly?" Kitty wondered of her bestie.
"Laid up sick. I guess she might have the flu or something," Remy explained.
"Oh no! I'll try and come see her later, but my schedule is pretty full. Let her know I'm still staying on top of my maid of honor duties," Kitty smiled.
"I will. Thanks, Kitty," Remy nodded.
Remy quickly got back upstairs, taking them two-by-two to get back that much faster to his beloved. He was met with quite a shock however, when he got back into the room and Molly's upper half was all horse, looking like some weird, nightmarish reverse centaur. (The mattress was already flattened to the floor and out of the frame from the extra weight.) She sneezed, changing back.
"Aa...aahhh...ahhhSNORT!" Fully a wolf, then human.
"Ahh..ahhhhh...AhhhSNNNGGHFF!" Her usual tiger form. Human again.
"Aahhh...AhhFEWWGGGSHH!" A massive elephant seal. The matress sank into itself in an epic collapse, the springs breaking under her and bursting through the fabric. Molly forced herself to change back.
"Ohh no!" Molly brought her knees-up to her chest, head buried into them "I broke the bed! I didn't think seals were that heavy.-Not that I was _trying_ to turn into one." Molly stood up, stepping over the bedframe and out of the mess she'd caused.
"Of course you weren't, Petite," Remy soothed, running a hand over her hair, "I'll go scare up a power inhibitor and you can have my room in the meantime until we can order you a new bed. I think that's safest for everyone. Here's breakfast." He gently handed her the tray as she stood there.
"You mean so I don't turn into a massive, two-hundred ton whale and kill everyone?" Molly frowned.
"Yeah, that would be best, but I wouldn't want you hurting yourself either," Remy rubbed the top of her head, going off again.