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: It's been forever again, I'm sorry! That awful writers block got to me. You know this marks the ninth year of Molly and Remy's adventures? Isn't that amazing?! Thank you for all your support, readers! Thanks again for reading, don't forget to review, and please enjoy the story!

"Here, let me get that," Remy walked quickly over to the pantry cupboard Molly was trying to reach into, overhead.
It was Saturday morning with the usual chaos of the kitchen, with kids eating, cooking, and inevitably making messes. Molly was attempting to get down a tub of protein powder. Remy got it from the shelf, putting it on the counter.

"Thank you," Molly said, "I wish everyone would stop putting things up so high."

"Come on, Petite, that's why I'm here," Remy rubbed Mollys head, looking vain as he then flexed one of his arms, "So, protein powder?"

"I'm going to cut back on carbs in the morning. Make some smoothies," Molly explained. Remy was relieved that Molly was continuing her venture to lose weight in a normal, healthy way and not trying to crash diet or anything else that would be harmful. (She did tend to go overboard at times with projects.)

Remy grabbed an apple and a plate of meat and eggs, following Molly to the dining room table.
Unfortunately, it was already crowded, so they went outside.

"It's so hot out," Molly said, "Ughh, I'm already sweaty."

"Maybe today's a good day for a swim. You can wear that bathing suit I like," Remy smiled.

"The one you picked out? Yeah, if we don't have anything else going on this morning.
I don't want it to be like, the second we get in and we have to get out for a mission," Molly said.

"Ditto," Remy nodded.

Sometime later, they were relaxing in the pool, hoping not to be dragged out kicking and screaming, only to find themselves, well, kicking and screaming. On a mission. Fall was approaching, so they had to enjoy what warm weather was left.

"This was just what I needed," Molly let herself float.

"You said it," Remy agreed, pulling Molly over by the hand, "How are you feeling?"
Remy was, obviously, still concerned over the events of last month.

"Doing better. Just have to keep going. Having you and everyone around has helped. Therapy with Jean helps a lot too," Molly smiled.

"Hon, if there's anything else I can do, tell me," Remy said warmly.

Molly stood up.
"I'll tell you. You know me, I over share."

"I love you," Remy said warmly.

"I love you too."

They were just about to kiss when a voice interrupted,
"Can we get in the pool too?"

The two looked over to see Jamie, Megan, Heather and a few other younger kids standing around in bathing suits. Megan was wearing a swan shaped pool float around her waist.

"...Yeah, sure. Fine," Remy said reluctantly.

Everyone enjoyed themselves, with Remy tossing the younger, smaller kids into the deep end. After a couple hours, everyone got out.

Molly stood there in her towel, looking contemplative. "What's the matter?" Remy wondered.

"I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop. Waiting for Scott to come out the door and say we have to go."

"I think we might have a free day on our hands, but you could be right." Remy said, leading her inside. "You should go change before you get too cold."

"Yeah, but I never did get that kiss," Molly smirked.

"As you wish," Remy bent down for the kiss, savoring it. Taking in holding Molly as well, how she felt. "Mmmhhhh," Remy groaned.
He pulled Molly in closer.

"Oookay. Someone's in a mood," Molly broke the kiss.

"I guess. Uh, sorry. Must be that bathing suit, Cherie," Remy eyed her.

"I don't think so. Guys get hormonal too," Molly said.

"You're right," Remy smiled, "I'll meet you back in the kitchen."

They soon met back in the kitchen, sitting down with some iced tea.

"What's next?" Remy asked.

"I don't know. What do you feel like doing?" Molly said, "Wait, don't answer that."

"Come on, I'm not so needy all the time," Remy smirked, "Just most of the time. Seriously, we could go to the movies. I want to see that action movie."

"Yeah, could do that," Molly nodded.

Action movies weren't Molly's favorite (their lives were an action movie half the time. Molly's first pick just wasn't an action movie),
but there had to be some give and take in the relationship.

Soon enough, they were in the screening room eating popcorn, comfortably seated in the back row.

"You've got a little butter on your mouth," Remy smirked, going in for a kiss.

"Sneaky. If you're going to kiss me, just go ahead next time," Molly smiled afterwards.

"Fine, but I'm just doing it to be cute," Remy said, quickly kissing her again.

"Oh, it's starting!" Molly jerked back, leaving Remy slightly disappointed and pretty annoyed.

They snuggled close, but Remy eventually got fed up with people walking over him a million times. "Hey, it's okay," Molly whispered. "We can sit somewhere else."

Behind them, the last row against the wall was empty, so they got to watch at least half of the movie in peace.

"People are inconsiderate jerks!" Remy griped, once the movie ended.

"Sometimes, but not all the time," Molly said, "Like that," Molly pointed to a cute couple holding hands as they walked out, with the girl wearing the guys jacket.

"Doesn't count," Remy said cynically.

"Does too!" Molly argued.

"No way. They're a couple. I'm talking about human decency. Those people got up about twelve times, I counted." Remy said.

"Oh alright. It wasn't fair, but it was just a movie. We can see it again," Molly said.

"You're right, but I'm still going to be grumpy about it," Remy frowned.

They debated going out for frozen yogurt, then just decided to go home.
"I'd really rather be anywhere else but here right now," Molly said as soon as they parked the car in the garage.

"Yeah, me too," Remy smiled. He was about to suggest they go enjoy the view at look out peak when Mollys phone rang.

"Hello?-Oh hey!-Yeah. No, we're not doing anything.-Okay, be over in five minutes," Molly said,
quickly hanging up, "That was Forge. He wants us to come over and see his new invention."

Remy weighed the odds of wanting to go see Forge. On one hand, Forge's inventions and Remy had never mixed well and inevitably ended in catastrophe. On the other hand, if Molly went alone, something might happen to her. (And as much as Remy hated to admit it, deep down he never 100-percent believed Forge's interest in her was only platonic.)

"Okay, we'll go, but we should try and be careful," Remy said.

"Yeah, top priority," Molly said as they drove off.

"What do you think he built this time?" Molly wondered, "A food replicater?
An instant pizza maker? Ooh! Flavor changing ice cream!"

"Are you still hungry?" Remy said in a gentle, non accusing tone.

"...Yeah," Molly bashfully admitted.

"We'll stop at Burger Bomb and get a salad. I could use something to drink," Remy said.

They soon arrived at Forge's after their detour. "Hi Forge-!" Molly was interrupted by Chester barreling on top of her, knocking her against Remy. Thankfully Remy held her steady so the dog didn't bowl her over.

"He always remembers his two favorite people," Forge said, "Chester, off!" Forge pulled Chester away from Molly and gave him his favorite football toy.

"He's a good boy. He just gets over excited," Molly smiled.

"Come downstairs, it's in the basement," Forge said.

In the dusty basement, there was a work-bench with tools strewn about. Not surprisingly, Forge had multiple tool boxes around the large area.
You almost couldn't see the concrete floor under their feet for all the gadgets, wrenches, hacksaws, screwdrivers and various other tools all over.

"Here's my new baby," Forge held out his hands dramatically to a cone shaped cylinder that was as tall as Molly and a few feet across. There were buttons lit up on the top of it, while the rest was chrome.

"What does it do?" Remy asked cautiously.

"I've been trying to get it to emit EMP signals and work as a long distance transmitter, but it's not doing what I want.
Which was exactly what I created it for, so I don't know why it isn't working," Forge looked frustrated.

"So it's now a two ton doorstop," Remy smirked, trying to be funny.

Molly gave Remy a dry look, then turned to Forge.
"Turn it on, maybe we can help."

"No, I don't think that's a good idea," Remy said, "You know that Forge's inventions haven't always proven trustworthy."

"Remy, he said it himself, it's just an EMP emitter and transmitter. It won't hurt us," Molly insisted.

"Maybe, but I don't want to take the risk," Remy said.

"You're so stubborn!" Molly didn't look pleased, frowning irritated.

"I'm trying to keep you and me safe. Forge, you're a good guy, but I've been on the wrong end of your gadgets," Remy said.

"I get it," Forge held up his hands, "Let's be on the safe side and I'll take the battery out. If it's powered down, then it can't do anything unexpected."

"Alright, that might work," Remy relaxed a little, leaning against the nearby stairway railing. He heard footsteps and looked up, seeing Forge's mother coming downstairs with a laundry basket.

"Misses Redbird, how are you? Let me carry that," Remy quickly made it up the steps,
ever the southern gentleman to help the older woman.

"I'm fine, Remy. And thank you," Paula Redbird smiled, "Hello, Molly. Better keep this one close. He's a fine boy. Why, if I was young and single..."

"Mom, please. Don't go there," Forge shuddered.

"I'm sure we could've made beautiful music together, ma'am," Remy smirked, overjoyed to make Forge uncomfortable.

"Yeah, he gets looks when we're out," Molly said, "But the worlds best boyfriend is all mine." Molly smiled proudly.
Forge started working on getting the battery out of the machine, while his mom did laundry.

"You're welcome to stay for dinner," Mrs. Redbird offered. Molly and Remy had dinner in the recent past at Forge's house before. As Molly had said, her food would make you jump up and slap your mama it was so good.

"We'd love to, thanks," Molly said. Remy noticed she was trying not to let her eyes glaze over the thought of some amazing food in front of her. Remy couldn't blame her, the food was excellent.

"Okay, the battery is almost out," Forge said.

"Great," Remy said sarcastically. He had to stop Molly from volunteering him for things. Molly playfully poked at him, being quiet.

Eventually, Forge got the batter out and they started working on the machine, sharing stories as Mrs. Redbird worked on the laundry. (Of course they helped with the laundry, it was only polite.)

"Love, want to hand me that wrench?" Remy said to Molly.

"Mm-hm," Molly handed him the wrench, "You look good covered in grease."

Molly took a few steps back to where she'd been standing. She kicked a small, white round gadget and it came on with a whirring sound,
starting to spin.

"Oh, sorry!" Molly yelped, "How do I turn it off?"

"Which one?-How'd that get on the floor?! Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" Forge shouted.

Molly scrambled out of the way and Remy scooted back, but it wasn't of any use. The machine stopping spinning and pointed green lasers at them both, scanning them. Then a red laser went on them and all Remy saw was white.