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.
Overnight, after Hank put in a call to Moira McTaggart, the two of them quickly developed a cure for Remy's steroid pheromones, so he'd stop emitting them and was normalized. They then created an aresol spray to combat the effects of the pheromones and cure the masses. They also found out Molly hadn't been effected because her body's flu had fought off the effect, believing it to be just another virus to kill. And, perhaps, Hank surmised, the chemicals of natural love may have had their place protecting Molly, but it was far fetched, and he thought it was a hard to prove theory. Remy believed true love could conquer all, so he didn't think the theory was all that ridiculous. Remy was immensely relieved after everything that had occurred, but the girls hid from him during dinner and for the rest of the night, unable to face him. The boys weren't so happy with him either, having to fight off fourty women on their own out of the blue and quickly losing, but life went on.
The next morning, Remy went down to breakfast like normal. When he walked into the dining room, however, _all_ the girls blushed, averting their eyes from his presence.
"Aw, what?" Remy smirked, "No kisses from my harem of beautiful women?"
With that, the girls blushes darkened. They tried to get up to leave, but the Professor put up his hands, motioning them to sit back down.
"Young ladies," Charles said, "What went on yesterday was a headache, but it was also a lesson for all of us. The worst can happen in the blink of an eye, and at the end of the day, our worst enemies aren't the ones outside the school, but they are ourselves. Please, calm yourselves. You're all going to have to keep living and working with Remy, so you may as well get past your embarrassment this morning instead of later."
"But...ughh! The things I was thinking!" Kitty moaned.
"Me too," Marissa covered her face, "I was more turned on than the first electric light bulb!"
"The things you two were thinking? I need therapy after the thoughts running through my head!" Rogue argued.
"You all got off easy," Jean said, "You didn't nearly accidentally divorce your husband! Scott knew I wasn't in my right mind, but I'm making it up to him as much as I can." Jean sent her husband a remorseful look, holding his hand. Scott sat there and ate bacon, briefly smiling, but not saying anything. The rest of the boys who were at the table, since many were laid up in bed after the exhausting events of getting their butts kicked from the day prior, were also quiet. They apparently didn't want the girls getting mad or making any bad moods happen, since girls could be tempermental people at times. Best to shut-up and only speak when spoken to for a while.
This set off a chain of arguments as to who did what the day prior and who had it worse. Remy smirked, silently grabbing some food for himself and Molly, going back upstairs to his room where she'd been staying overnight while he'd bunked with Kurt. He knocked on the door. "Babe, you up? I brought breakfast," Remy called out.
Molly opened the door, her eyes still red and nose to match.
"M-Mor-cough!-morning, Remy." She sniffled.
"Morning sweetheart. I got you eggs, fruit and a cinnamon bun if you're up for it," Remy smiled, going in and setting the tray down on the bed. They ate quietly together for a few minutes.
"You know, being laid up and everything, and after all the insane stuff that went down yesterday, I've been thinking about something," Molly said, "But I'm not sure you're going to really like it."
"Hey, after yesterday, I'm ready to fit myself for a heavy-duty chastity belt and start carrying around a bat to beat off the crazies if anything happens again. So whatever you're thinking, it can't be that bad," Remy said.
"I, uh, was just thinking, maybe it _would_ be a good idea to start having chaperones on our dates," Molly looked down, then back up at Remy, "And...well...make-out less or...or not at all. We're in the home stretch, but that's the problem. We have every excuse to do the wrong thing. We're engaged, almost married. But almost isn't married. The temptation has always been there, and we're both more excited then ever to share ourselves, but I'm afraid we'll be alone in a car one night, or we'll sneak away somewhere, and that'll be the moment we couldn't stop our love and our passion for each other."
Remy let out a breath. It wasn't an unfounded notion that Molly had. Remy thought back to what Scott said again. How anything could happen, and he didn't want to see something bad happen to Molly. Remy didn't either, and he knew exactly what she meant. It was too easy to slip up now when they were that close.
Remy grabbed both her hands, rubbing his thumbs against the back of them.
"I'm fine with that, Molly. I know it's hard. It's always been a little hard for us to control ourselves. We don't have to make-out, we can wait a few months. I like it, but I'll maintain. As long as I can still hug you, hold you, see your face every day, that's all I need for now. And a few little kisses now and then won't hurt. Your purity is important to me and I want to do whatever it takes to keep you calm, happy and comfortable during our engagement."
"Thank you, Remy. I know it's asking a lot of you...and of me...but I think it's for the best. And it would, you know, make the teachers happy too." Molly put her hair behind her ear.
"You mean Logan," Remy smirked.
"Yeah, yeah," Molly rolled her eyes.
"Cherie, I'd walk on broken glass barefoot for you. Chaperones and not making-out for a few months isn't anything I can't handle.
We can do anything together, and that means this too. We'll be okay, baby." Remy kissed her forehead, and then..."ACHOO!"
"Ohh no! Remy!" Molly worried.
"Uh...allergies?" Remy rested his hands on the mattress, "AAAAHHHCHOO!"
BZZZZTZZZZ!
The entire bed, headboard and all, was quickly charged in a flurry of yellow kinetic energy.
"AHH! Get off the bed! Get off the bed!" Molly shrieked as they rushed away from the bed and Remy shielded her in his arms on the opposite side of the room.
BUUUUUHHHH-BOOOOOOM!
The mattress sprayed cotton and springs bounced everywhere, while pillow stuffing, pieces of sheets and the blanket rained down to the floor in a symphony of chaotic explosive aftermath. Great, Remy realized, Molly and he had managed to break two beds in two days, but not quite in the way he'd ever dreamed of doing. Not even close.
"We heard an explosion, are you two okay?" Scott and the others popped their heads in.
"Yeah, but I'm really disappointed," Remy said, looking down at Molly, "I was looking forward to canoodling with you in that bed someday soon, baby girl."
Molly gave him a dry look, then punched him in the arm.
"Keep talking like _that_ in front of our _friends_ and you're gonna end up sleeping by yourself on our wedding night!"
Remy looked over and smiled at Kurt and Kitty brightly. "Hey guys? How do you feel about being our chaperones?"