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.
Remy went to the house and got into the make-shift bed on the floor.
He slept hard, until the unholy, vile sound of a rooster crowing _before_ dawn awoke him out of a pleasantly restful sleep.
Remy sat up, rubbing his eyes. The rooster was crowing repeatedly, so he wasn't going to go back to sleep. Was coffee a thing yet? He really needed some. Remy looked around him. Joseph was already up cooking some eggs. Remy smelled coffee. Strong coffee.
He got up and made himself a cup. He didn't mind it black, he in fact preferred it. He sipped it down gratefully.
"Good morning, my boy. You got in late," Joseph said.
"Yes, um, that happens a lot with me," Remy nodded.
"Get ready and we'll start chopping wood," Joseph said.
While they were chopping wood, it didn't take long for girls and women of all ages to form a small crowd to admire Remy. Of course, Remy didn't mind in the slightest, but Remy knew if Molly saw all the women gawking, she certainly wasn't going to be happy about it.
Eventually, Remy saw Molly standing in front of the crowd. She looked straight faced, not angry.
Remy could hear the women's reactions.
"Isn't he tall?"
"He has such well built arms."
"He's dressed so strangely, but he seems a very spry good looking young man."
"I wonder what he likes to eat? I could bring him some fresh bread."
"I think that's enough for today," Joseph said, putting his Axe aside, "I've got patients to see. I'll come for you if I need you. Thank you for the help."
"You're welcome," Remy nodded. He gave a wave to the ladies. Some of them were prettier than others, to put it kindly, but make-up hadn't been invented yet. Even if it had been, Remy wasn't sure it would've improved appearances. Hopefully they had good hearts to counter their looks. Remy surprised himself at the thought. He'd been hanging around Molly too long. The old pre-X-Men him would never have entertained the notion of a person with an ugly face having a good heart.
Molly walked over to Remy and they went behind the house to talk.
"You didn't seem as upset as I thought you would," Remy said.
"I can't afford to get upset," Molly scoffed, making a noise, "They can't know we're mutants. So even if I get extremely jealous, I can't let it get to me and turn into a tiger because it would just make them run us out of town."
"That's true," Remy grabbed a handful of wild poppies from the ground,
handing them to Molly, "You did well. I've never seen you so composed before."
"Yeah-Peter's in the river!" Mollys eyes widened.
Remy looked to see Peter's small body being carried away by the strong current. As usual, Remy and Molly didn't think, they just acted, running to the river. Remy ripped off his bandages as he ran. This wasn't the time for being safe, he needed to see what was going on.
Meanwhile, Molly had shredded the dress turning into a dolphin. Swimming for Peter, she was edging him to the bank until Remy could pull him out, but there were so many rocks and boulders in the river, it was proving difficult for her to navigate him sideways. Remy had waded waist deep, hanging onto a rock. "Push harder, get him closer!" Remy yelled over the sound of the water. Molly attempted it, but there wasn't much give without risking shoving Peter into a rock or hitting his head. He was barely hanging onto Molly's dorsal fin as it was.
Remy braced himself and swam out to them, getting Peter on his back while Molly navigated the safest path back to land. Molly had to strand her dolphin body onto as much land as possible before carefully changing back. Remy was concerned Molly might've ended up naked after the dress ripping to shreds, so he tossed her his shirt and he and Peter turned their backs.
"Thanks. Needed that. The dress...didn't make it," Molly breathed hard.
"Are you okay Peter?" Remy asked.
"I'm cold, but I'm fine now. Thank you both for saving me. How did Molly do that?" Peter asked.
"We'll tell you later, but you can't tell anyone it happened," Remy said, taking his bandages out of his pocket and wrapping them back on before anyone saw him not wearing them.
"I won't," Peter said.
"Peter!" Anna and Joseph came running up.
"Marie-Claire saw you come up out of the river. She said something about a dolphin. Are you alright, child?" Anna asked.
"I'm fine. Molly and Remy saved me," Peter smiled boyishly, sweet even after an ordeal.
"I can't thank you enough, I-Oh heaven's! The woman is naked! Anna, get her a blanket and some fresh clothes," Joseph grabbed Remy's hand in a firm handshake, then caught sight of Molly, his eyes widening, then he quickly turned away.
"...I've got _something_ on at least," Molly mumbled quietly.
Remy swallowed hard, trying not to imagine how Molly was looking now in only his sopping wet, clingy red t-shirt, while standing there all wet. Instead he imagined how angry Scott was going to be when he would find them back here in the year 1500-something. It was going to be a very long week.
Molly walked by Remy, now covered up in a blanket, throwing him a 'we did good smile'. Glory, Remy lived for that smile. Maybe, as long as they had one another, the week wasn't going to be so long after all.
"_Now_ will you tell me how Molly can turn into a dolphin?" Peter begged later as they sat around in Joseph's house with warm coffee, changed into new clothes. (Anna had finished Remy's new clothes in record time. Remy was now dressed similarly to other men around town. Short tweed pants, a white top and a black vest.) It was just the four of them. Anna had gone home after fussing over the three of them, chastising Molly and Remy for not getting help and reaming into Molly about ruining her dress and then going around "naked". Boy, she didn't know the half of it.
"I guess we ought to," Remy looked over at Molly. Molly nodded.
"First, I'm sure not surprisingly, we're from far off in the future," Remy said.
"Astounding! How far?" Joseph marveled.
"Uh...two-thousand-six," Molly said, "We traveled here accidentally. Our friend is an inventor. I turned on one of his gadgets-inventions-on accident and it sent us here."
"The reason Molly can turn into a dolphin is that we're different. We have a special gene in our bodies that can give us different abilities. Molly can turn into animals and I can use the potential energy in an object to make it explode," Remy held up a spoon from the table, making it glow a little, then taking the charge away and setting it back down.
"I hope this doesn't change things," Molly said.
Joseph contemplated it a moment.
"I once took care of a man back in England that could set his hands on fire just by thinking about it," Joseph said, "He may have had this special gene. I am a doctor by trade, under oath not to harm anyone. I don't take to any witch trials and burning people at the stake as it is. I will not persecute two people that saved my son's life. On my honor, you have my word we'll keep your secret." Joseph said seriously.
"Thank you," Remy was grateful, "Do you still want to see my eyes?"
"Certainly, but only if you're comfortable," Joseph said.
Remy lifted the bandages. Joseph and Peter shared the same smile.
"I saw them before, papa. Remys' eyes are like fire, aren't they?" Peter said.
"To be sure. I've never seen anything like them," Joseph said, "And you really have no problems seeing? Aside from light sensitivity?"
"No problems at all. In fact, I can see how tired ma amour is from earlier. You should go lay down, sweetheart," Remy held Molly's chin, turning her head towards him.
"You can rest here. Felicity would never tolerate anyone laying around when there's work to be done," Joseph said.
"Thank you. I don't need sleep or anything, but sometimes changing shapes can be exhausting," Molly smiled gratefully.
Meanwhile, the three men busied themselves cleaning and sterilizing Josephs medical instruments. "I've got a pregnant woman due any day now," Joseph said, "I know it's a lot, but I'll need your help."
"Uhh...happy to," Remy said, sounding unsure. Neither Remy nor Molly had helped deliver a baby before,
obviously. This place was proving to be full of new experiences.
There was a knock at the door. Joseph answered it. It was one of the many young women drooling over Remy earlier. An average height, green-eyed curly haired redhead, with freckles, in a white bonnet and teal dress. She was carrying a brown basket with a white dishtowel over it.
"Marie-Claire, what brings you here?" Joseph asked.
"I saw your new visitor earlier and wanted to bring him some bread," Marie-Claire blushed, "It's dark rye pumpernickel."
"Thank you," Joseph said, "Marie-Claire, this is Remy and Molly."
"Pleased to meet you-" Remy was polite, going over to greet Marie-Claire, but Molly rushed between them.
"Listen, it was a nice gesture, very kind and all, but Remy is with me," Molly said.
"With you?" Marie-Claire stared blankly.
"I am courting Molly," Remy said, "I'm afraid she doesn't quite like other women, uh, getting near me or being too friendly." That was a huge, gigantic understatement.
"Oh, how embarrassing! I am sorry, miss Molly. I'll take my leave then. You have a nice day," Marie-Claire rushed out.
"Molly is jealous," Peter pointed out plainly, with a playful smirk.
Remy was getting to like this boy.
"Absolutely right, kid," Remy ruffled his hair, "Remember, if a girl is jealous, that means she's sweet on you."
Remy watched Molly stomp angrily back to the bed, muttering to herself about bread and thin, beautiful colonial girls throwing themselves at Remy. Remy was going to be laughing about this for ages.