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: Small wedding night references here and the like.

Molly's skin rippled into orange and black, the fur covering her for a few moments. No, no. Don't lost it again. Regain control. She changed back. "What's HE doing here?!" Molly tried not to shout, but it was near impossible.

"In House suspension for two months," Logan said, "No going out, no rec room privileges, no TV, and a two-week survival course with me. Ray needs to learn that we respect each other as a team and as individuals, so that starts now with an apology and being my assistant."

Molly looked Ray over, surprised to see he didn't look angry, he didn't look upset, he just looked humbled. The guy had gotten it through his head that he had crossed a line and hurt Molly's feelings. It took a lot for Molly's mouth not to hang open. However, she wanted to see just how sincere Ray's apology was going to sound.

"Molly... I, uh... I just..." Ray struggled with the words, "Listen, I know we haven't always gotten along. I know I pick on you more then most people. I shouldn't have said anything last night, especially not about something so, uh, delicate and personal. The Professor said that stuff is between you and Remy, and he's right. I'm sorry and I'll do my best to do a little better in the future. I am very sorry."

"Apology accepted, Ray. That's, uh, good of you. Sweet even," Molly said with a small smile, "But I gotta know why? Why is it always me you pick on?" She'd seen him tease the other girls, but it was never the outright verbal assault he gave to Molly so often. And it definitely wasn't some immature "because he likes you" type of thing.

"You were always an easy target, I guess. And once you and Remy got together, it was just more fuel for the fire. Even if you deserve each other, I never got what he saw in you," Ray explained.

"Yeah, okay. Makes sense," Molly said.

"Alright, let's get started," Logan ushered them to the center of the room, "You stand there and focus on Ray." Logan brought up a small remote from his uniform, pressing a button so a clear glass box with air holes dropped around Ray.

"Hey!" Ray protested.

"It's for your _protection_, Buzzfeed," Logan rolled his eyes, "All of Molly's anger is going to focus on you. If last night is any indication, better to have that cage around you then you dead." Logan turned to Molly, "Molly, you need to look at Ray. Think about every awful thing he's said to you. Every taunt, every jab, every cruel word that came out of his mouth."

"A-are we sure this is such a g-" Ray looked pale.

"Quiet. You got yourself into this mess," Logan growled.

"B-but Ray apologized," Molly held up a finger, smiling weakly.

"And I don't give a crap," Logan said, "If you don't get control over yourself, somebody's gonna end up six feet under one day. So, concentrate."

Molly exhaled, closing her eyes, and opening them to look squarely at Ray. She thought of every time he'd been mean to her. Usually when they saw each other at meals, but there were some other times he got under her skin too.

That time Ray put her phone where she couldn't find it, much less reach it, for three days.

When he took all her bras and spread them out in Remys room.

The day he locked her out of the mansion for a solid five hours because everyone else was too busy to notice.

The time she absolutely lost her marbles because he convinced her that she'd ran over the neighbors cat.

And every awful thing he'd had to say about her height, her weight, how much she ate, and sometimes how Remy could even love her because of all that. All this time, it had given her doubts on top of her own self-esteem and worries. Furiousness didn't just bubble up inside her, it was a volcano. Molly felt her skin become leathery, and she was quickly shooting up, her teeth getting sharper and her face turning into a long T-Rex snout. She suddenly felt a long metal rod trip her up so that she fell frontwards, stopping her perfect concentration on transforming. Molly growled, starting to change back.

"Stop and think," Logan said, "You didn't see the rod take your feet out from under you, you were at the moment. So angry you didn't see your surroundings."

"Got it," Molly said, "Just not sure how that's going to help me learn control over my emotions."

"You're not connecting with how you feel when you get upset, you're only reacting."

"Well... I'm human. What else is new?" Molly quipped, rubbing the sore spot in her neck.

"You can't stop and think with every situation that comes up, but when someone's treating you like garbage, you can _learn_ to control your _temper_ and pay your undivided attention to the situation at hand," Logan explained, "Now, Ray, throw an insult at her."

"What? That's why I'm stuck here!"

"Just do it," Logan glowered at the younger boy.

"Fine! You...you eat like a truck driver," Ray said weakly, without his usual biting wit.

"Yeah, I'm furious," Molly rolled her eyes, crossing her arms, standing there impatiently. Logan held out his hand to Ray, silently asking him for better.

"... Is that a dent in the floor? Because I see a pig standing there. You're a heifer, Oinky. It's a wonder Remy doesn't strain to pick you up with all that flab you're carrying." Ray smiled cruelly, seeming glad to get one jab in that wasn't going to get him punished.

Molly went tiger, but caught herself when she was almost fully transformed. She changed back. "They're just words," She said under her breath, "I'm fat, but I'm not so fat Remy can't love me. And even if I weighed eight-hundred pounds, Remy's always loved me and would even then." Molly smiled. She had to hold onto those happy thoughts. Maybe it wasn't great to base her emotional state on how Remy felt about her, but it was at least a start. Deep down, Molly knew her self-worth and happiness had to come from her. Be genuine. Not be based on Remy or their relationship. She just had to keep working at it.

"Alright, we start over," Logan said, "Go back to what you did before. Think about Ray, but this time, realize how you feel and try not to morph."

Molly thought about Ray again. The worst things he'd ever said to her, while looking at his face. She wanted to punch him, throttle him, but she couldn't. Not just because he was in a cage, but because it was beneath her, and she was a good person. Molly felt her anger, but got a grip on herself. Fur sprouted on her, but the moment she realized it, she pulled it all back in. The morph, the anger, everything. "They're just words," Molly said to herself.

For another three hours, they kept going. Instead of focusing on Remy, Molly kept the 'just words' repetition up, telling herself she was a good, beautiful, worthwhile person. Her self-esteem rose up a little more on its own. Molly was learning, surprisingly, after all this time, she didn't need just Remy calling her beautiful to make her feel good. It could-and had-come all from herself. Molly was learning what Remy had known all along: That Molly was worth it.