Disclaimer:I don't own X-Men:Evolution, just myself (Called Molly Callum in 'fics.)
and any original characters/background characters that might pop up from time to time.
Remy rushed to Molly's room the next morning. She had just woken up and was sitting in a wet, sweaty bed. The fever had broken messily.
"Eww. Guess I'd better change it," Molly felt the bed, then got up. "No need. I'll get it. You don't sound so good anyway," Remy went over to change the sheets.
"I'm perfectly capable-" she started to say.
"I know _you_ don't believe it, but you are sick," Remy said, "What's so bad about letting me take care of you?"
"_Nothing_. It's just been awhile since anyone had to. When you're a kid, you get taken care of if you're sick.
When you get older, you have to take care of yourself," Molly said, "I guess I just don't see why you're so dead set on doing this is all. It makes me feel weird."
"Do I have to have a reason?" Remy said as he put on new sheets from the closet, "I can't just stand by and let you run a fever. Something might happen and...and that wouldn't be good."
"Okay. Take care of me. Knock yourself out," Molly groaned, leaning against the dresser. Remy went and picked her up again. He was thankful that he was tall and she was short-it wouldn't be so easy to pick up a taller person like this. "What's wrong?" Remy asked. "Just kind of dizzy," Molly said. The bed was made,
so he put her back in it. "You want me to see if Mr. Mcoy has anything for this?" Remy asked.
"I don't even know what I've got. It's better to just ride it out," Molly said. Remy went to get breakfast again. When he returned, Molly was propped up in bed with Kurt and Kitty on either side of her.
"Don't worry, we'll take really good care of you!" Kitty smiled. "You will not," Remy said good-naturedly,
"I'm in charge, so you two don't have to worry about anything."
"He's right. Remy has been doing a really good job, so don't worry about it," Molly said.
"We could-" Kurt said.
"I've got everything under control," Remy said.
The pair went down to breakfast, leaving Molly and Remy alone again.
They ate, but Molly wasn't very hungry. "I think I'm getting chills," Molly pulled the blanket up closer. Remy got a couple more from the closet. "Poor petite," Remy rubbed her shoulders, "When you get sick, you get _sick_."
"Really," Molly shivered, "I hate it. I get bored."
"We can play games and stuff," Remy said, "You won't get bored."
"What kind of games? I'm not really into board games or puzzles or anything," Molly said.
Remy smiled. The answer was obvious. Her cluelessness was cute.
So five minutes later he was teaching her card games. They had fun.
"You're pretty good at this once you get the hang of it," Remy commented.
"Really? Thanks," Molly said. They were playing their third game of black jack.
There was a knock at the door. It was Jean and Scott. "How are you feeling Molly?" Jean asked.
"The same. stuffed up and miserable," Molly answered.
"Well feel better and let us know if you need anything," Scott said.
"Thanks guys. Remy has been taking good care of me lately, so I'm okay," Molly smiled.
Scott and Jean left the room. Remy shuffled the cards. "Play again?" He asked.
"I don't know. I think I'm getting thirsty," Molly said. She started to get up when Remy grabbed her hand to stop her. "You're not getting up. I'll get it," Remy said.
He came back to see her putting on socks. "Still cold?" Remy asked.
"Yeah," She answered.
Remy had a thought. "You want some tea? It might warm you up."
"Yeah. Sounds good. Thank you," Molly buried herself underneath the mass of blankets.
Remy came back with green tea. "I saw Mr. Mcoy in the kitchen.
He's got a minute so he's coming up to see you."
"Okay," Molly said weakly. She was starting to look pale and washed out. Really sick looking with bags under her eyes. Remy wanted to hold her and make it better,
or comfort her in some way without it being weird. His chest felt tight.
Moments later came in with a medical bag. "I'd better go," Remy felt awkward. "Jeez. You can stay, Remy. He's just going to listen to my breathing and stuff," Molly rolled her eyes.
Remy looked at Hank. "She's right. There's nothing to be embarrassed about," Hank said.
So Remy sat there and watched Molly get her temperature taken and her throat checked out.
He saw a good bit of her back when Hank listened to her breathing. Her skin was pale and smooth looking. Remy felt turned on by the sight of her bare back, he couldn't help it. Even when she was sickly pale and looked like she was half dead with her nose running, Molly still managed to stir up his emotions.
Remy had to force himself to calm down. He felt like a giddy 16-year-old boy, not a mature 19-year-old that had seen the world and done more then most people did in their entire lives, including escaping death on multiple occasions. He barely noticed Hank talking.
"...Keep taking your inhalers, drink lots of fluids and get plenty of rest.
It looks like just a bad cold and fever. You should be over it in about a week," Hank said before leaving.
"Inhalers?" Remy questioned. "I have asthma. Only seems to get worse when I get sick like this. You didn't know that?" Molly said. She was starting to wheeze. Remy slowly shook his head. He didn't know anything about asthma and made a mental note to look it up later.
Molly yawned. "Sleepy?" Remy asked. "No, just really tired," Mollys eyes were starting to look heavy. "You should sleep a little more. You're supposed to be getting plenty of rest,"
Remy put the cards away and shut the curtains. "You're right. Thanks," Molly snuggled into her pillow and went to sleep again. Remy left the room feeling better now that she'd been seen by Hank. Remy decided to go down to the computer lab and look up asthma and a recipe for something for Molly to eat later.
Remy was sitting there when Molly awoke a few hours later. She sat up quickly. "I smell food," she remarked.
"I made you chickpea cakes. Thought you might...like...them," Remys sentence trickled out as he watched Molly _inhale_ the small discus like cakes. "They're my _favorite_! How'd you know? Used to make them a lot but I haven't had time lately.
You made them just right!" Molly stopped stuffing her face to talk for a moment then continued eating.
She must've been really hungry because she'd eaten a whole plate on her own. Thankfully Remy had made extra.
"You want some more?" Remy asked.
"Maybe just a couple more. Feed a cold, starve a fever, right?" Molly smiled. She seemed to be feeling a little better. "Right," Remy left to get more. When he came back she was waiting eagerly, but patiently. She had a few more cakes, then they played a rousing game of scrabble.
"You seem to be feeling better," Remy remarked. "A little. Sleeping for hours will do that," Molly said.
"Maybe you'll be over it soon," Remy said. "Doubtful," Molly said, then blowing her nose, "I'm still hacking and sneezing. I just need to keep taking it easy."
"I certainly hope you do," The professor entered the room. "Hi Professor. You didn't have to come see me," Molly said.
"It's no trouble. I trust you're being well taken care of," The Professor smiled with a nod to Remy. "Too well, but I can't complain," Molly replied.
The professor stayed a little while longer, then left. "I feel like watching TV," Molly said.
Remy picked her up again. "I'll take you over to the rec room."
"Oh for the love of...!" Molly squirmed, "Remy _put_ me _down_!
I'm not a doll!"
Now she was definitely feeling a little better. Remy noticed she didn't look as washed out as she had yesterday, but her cold was still in it's early stages.
"I don't know why you keep fighting me on this Petite," Remy carried her out of her room and down the hall, "After all, it's not like you can stop me since I _am_ much bigger and stronger then you are." Remy smirked in a self-satisfied way.
He usually didn't like to use that fact against her since Molly was conscious-and easily annoyed-by her physical limits of small stature and weakness, but there were times when it was a necessary evil.
Remy wanted to tell her that there was feminine beauty in those qualities, but he didn't want to give too much away. Of course she would just take it as more flirting.
"I would stop you if I could morph, but I'm so drained, I can't do anything," Molly said weakly.
"Don't get upset. I didn't mean it like that. You're smaller then me but that's natural since you're a girl and I'm tall. It's also very natural that I'm much stronger then you. You're very feminine and that makes you very beautiful,"
Molly pressed her lips together. "Uh...thanks. That's a nice thing to say. It's very flirty, but nice."
Remy placed her on the couch and they watched tv, then they watched movies for a while.
Dinnertime rolled around. They ate in the rec room while watching another movie.
"Do you want dessert?" Remy asked her. "No, I think I'd rather go to sleep early.
Thanks," Molly yawned. Remy didn't give her the chance to walk back to bed herself.
He scooped her up and carried her back again. "'Night Cherie," Remy smiled. "Night. Thanks again Remy," Molly snuggled into her pillow.