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.

"Hey-!" Molly nearly opened the door the next morning, but Remy had to stop her. That's because Remy was sitting in a metal tub, bathing.

"Woah! Don't come in! I'm bathing!" Remy warned.

The sliver of the door that was open quickly shut. "Sorry!" Molly shouted from the other side, "I'll come back later."

Remy took his time finishing up. Normally, Remy had been taking his baths while it was still dark out in the early hours, but that hadn't been the case today. He'd managed to sleep in after yesterdays events of helping to retrieve Anna from the forest, it had been tiring for everyone involved.

Remy yawned, getting out of the tub. He dried off, dressed and went to find Molly. She was outside, playing catch with Peter.

"Hello there," Remy chastely greeted Molly with kiss on the cheek.

"Hello. Uh, sorry about, um, earlier," Molly looked embarrassed.

"Not a problem," Remy ran a hand over her hair.

"Maybe we could take another walk later," Molly said.

"I'd like that," Remy smiled.

Remy looked up a moment. Some yards away, he was surprised to see familiar looking figures.

"Jean? Scott?" Remy wondered aloud.

"Jean and Scott?" Molly looked over, "AAHH! It's Jean and Scott!"
Molly _ran_ over as fast as she knew how.

"Jean! Scott!" Molly made a running leap to hug them both, except instead of having the desire result, the sheer force knocked all three of them to the ground in a heap. Remy quickly rushed over to join them with Peter trailing behind him cautiously.

"It's really you guys!" Remy said, seeing Forge with them, Remy actually squeezed Forge into a hug.

"We missed you too," Forge said, "What on earth are you wearing?"

"Uh...local garb," Remy said, feeling embarrassed that Scott and Forge were actually seeing him dressed like this.

"Why are your eyes bandaged up?" Scott asked, "Not that it isn't a good look for you."

"Really? You're going to ask why my eyes are bandaged when we're standing in colonial America?" Remy said dryly.

"I can't believe you're here. It feels like it's been so long," Molly looked relieved.

"We're sorry. We've been trying to find you for a week," Jean apologized, "When Forge told us what happened, we started making plans right away, but it was hard to pinpoint what time period you were actually in."

"If you're ready to go, we can leave anytime," Forge said.

"In a minute," Remy looked over at Peter, "We have to say some goodbyes first."

Remy told Peter to find Joseph and soon all of them were gathered in Joseph's house for a short-lived farewell.

"Thank you for everything you've done. I'll always be grateful," Joseph shook Remy's hand.

"You're welcome. Thank you for helping us out when we needed it," Remy said. He'd since taken off the bandages since they were no longer needed.

"Yes, thank you," Molly gave Peter a hug, "You be a good boy Peter and do everything your papa says."

"I will!" Peter nodded.

Remy just gave Peter a handshake.
"Remember what we talked about girls, and what I said."

"Never show my hand, always have a good bluff and don't let anyone push me around," Peter smiled.

Remy watched as Scott quietly put a bereaved hand to his face, obviously concerned what Remy had been teaching the kid in the past week.

"We need to do this outside, so..." Forge said.

"Okay, we're ready," Remy said.

They went outside. Forge pushed a button and...

"ZZZARRP!"

They were standing outside the Institute.

"Am I ever glad that's over with!" Molly clapped her hands together, looking happy.

"I'm not going to be happy until I've had a shower and gotten out of this getup," Remy said.

"Not until I take a picture," Scott smirked, holding up his phone.

"No!" Remy said, hand quickly reaching out to grab the camera.

Snap! Too late. The evidence was digital.

"Remy," Molly wedged herself between Remy and Scott before Remy could throttle him, "Don't do anything hasty. Go get cleaned up and relax."

Remy reluctantly went inside. At least a long shower would give him time to think of ways to make Scott's life miserable or ways to blow up his phone to smithereens.

A few days later, Molly pulled Remy into the school library, dying to show him something.
"What is it? Pictures of you in a new bathing suit? Maybe some cute, slinky pajamas?" Remy joked.

Molly just rolled her eyes with an "ugck!" noise. "Sit down and look at the books, sweetie."

Remy looked at the three thick books laying on the table. He read carefully.

'Peter Barnes, son of Joseph Barnes, opened his own medical practice in colonial Pennsylvania in the year 1516. He married Eliza Mayburry, one year his senior in Pennsylvania in the year 1518. Born 1493-1530, died of Cholera.'

'Doctor Joseph Barnes, founding member of the first Pennsylvania colony in the 1500s. Widower, raised son Peter Barnes. Had a private practice in the colonies, treating old and young. Delivered 40 babies. Born 1472 Died 1550 of old age.'

There were a few other records. The triplets they'd help deliver became near famous midwives. Their parents and aunt had died young. Miss Anna had married a rich young Frenchman 20 years her junior by the name of...Jeremy LeBeau.

"WHAT?!" Remy yelped, "No way!"

"Thought you'd like that," Molly smirked, "Hopefully you're not actually related, but I guess you never know."

Remy kept reading. Marie-Claire had become a well-off traveling merchant of sorts, seeming not content to be a settler, she went off and traded things all over the world under an assumed male name, under cover. Her records proved mysterious, with place and date of death undetermined.

"Well, that was a lot of information," Remy leaned back into his chair with a sigh, "Peter did me proud, marrying an older woman. Atta boy!"

"Yeah. It was hard to find anything on Felicity and her daughters, but maybe it'll turn up sometime," Molly said.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. They got up and answered it.

The woman at the door stood just under Remy's chin, with long black hair in a bun and two wavy curls framing her face. She had shocking blue eyes and wore a blue top and a short blue skirt, looking to be in her late teens or early twenties. She seemed familiar, but Remy couldn't place her.

"Molly! Do you remember me?" The girl asked.

"Ophelia?" Molly looked like the color had drained out of her face. Remy held her steadied by the shoulders, just in case, because it look like she might faint. What was going on here?

"Yes, that's right. I saw you in the news the other day and I just had to come see you," Ophelia said.

"Uhh...old friends?" Remy asked.

"Remy, Ophelia is...was...one of Felicity's daughters," Molly said.

Remy was surprised now, but not nearly in the state of shock Molly was in, but Remy hadn't lived with this girl day in and day out like Molly had. No wonder Molly was so flabbergasted.

"Yes. I'm a mutant too," Ophelia said, "Just very, very long lived."

"Uh, come inside, please" Remy said, finding his smile, "I think we have a lot to catch up on."