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.

The next Morning Molly had gone back to feeling worse. "You really shouldn't be in here. You'll catch it too," Molly said as she tried to shove Remy out of her room.
To anyone watching, it would have looked funny; The chubby, undersized girl trying to force this much bigger guy out.

Remy wasn't going to leave, but Molly continued trying to force him out.
"Please, you have to go. I'm feeling a lot worse today,"

Remy turned around as Molly continued to talk.

"I'm hot, sweaty and itchy. My nose is still running,"

Remy caught her hands. "I'm not going to get sick," He stated calmly but she just kept talking. "I'm coughing my head off and I'm not hungry,"

"I'm not going to get sick,"

"-You really don't want this and I don't want you to so you'd better just leave,"

"Molly?"

"Huh?"

"I keep trying to tell you that I probably won't catch your cold. I usually have a good immune system and I've been taking many vitamins. It's very unlikely," Remy led her back to bed.

"Oh. Okay," Molly looked blank, "Well I'm not hungry yet."

"You want some juice or something?" Remy asked. "No. I'd rather just rest now," Molly looked sad for some reason. "What's wrong?" Remy took a seat in his chair he had placed next to the bed. "It's nothing to worry about," Molly said.
"Tell me. I want to help," Remy said. "Kurt came into my room last night to check on me.
It was dark and he accidently woke me up. I yelled at him. I said a lot of things I shouldn't have," Molly started crying. Remy hugged her. No wonder she hadn't wanted him around. She was too upset. "It's okay. You we're scared and not feeling well.
He surprised you," Remy said. "It's _not_ okay!" Molly shouted, "I told him he shouldn't sneak into my room, then I said...I said..." Molly was crying so hard she couldn't talk. Remy waited for her to stop crying and find her voice.
"I said if he didn't look like such an abnormal freak he wouldn't have scared me so bad. I told him to knock and not wake me up. I said I hated him."

"Well...sometimes we just say things we don't mean when we're upset.
We've yelled at each other a lot, right? We always made up again later," Remy hugged Molly tighter. "Yeah, but I never said anything like that to you.
I never said anything about the way _you_ look. You've never said anything so horrible about how I look," Molly said.

"Between the three of us you're the one that looks the most normal," Remy smiled.
"I'm still fat. I still have...I mean, I'm very...very _girly_ looking," Molly said,
not trying to say outright the kind of thing she would never say in front of Remy since he was a guy. Remy understood. "Well I like girly looking. Listen, I'll go find Kurt and you guys can talk. I'm sure he will understand."

Remy searched the mansion. After looking for a couple hours he found Kurt down in the storage basement.
The younger boy looked utterly depressed. "Molly feels awful about what she said. She really wants to talk to you," Remy explained. "She was really mad last night. I've never seen her get that angry," Kurt didn't move. "You and I both know she has a temper," Remy said, "You scared her and now she's afraid you won't want to speak to her again. She didn't mean it, so try and talk to her."
Kurt nodded and they made their way to the elevator. "I shouldn't have done anything last night.
I should have just let her sleep," Kurt sighed. "No. You had a good idea, the execution just didn't work," Remy said, "She really isn't mad at you and you're not mad at her, so you guys will make up."

This seemed to cheer Kurt up a elevator came to its floor and they went to Mollys room.
Kurt opened the door and Molly almost tackled him to the floor, crying her eyes out. "I'm sorry, I'm s-s-SORRY! I don't know what made me say all that stuff. I'm sorry!"

Kurt led her into the room and Remy shut the door so that they could have some privacy.
Remys chest felt tight again. Molly was something else. Vulnerable, simple, kind, angry. Not trying to put on heirs of sophistication or hide her feelings. All his old girlfriends were like that-all high heels and make-up with little or no substance. Sometimes worse then that when they were wild and crazy. That wasn't Molly and it made Remy glad.

He noticed Kurt coming out of the room. The blue kid walked up to him looking rather crimson under his blue fur. "Er...Molly said she needs...feminine supplies.
I can't get them because I have to help set up a training session for the kids and all the girls are out. She couldn't ask you herself. What do you say?"

"It's not something I _want_ to do, but if I'm the only one around then I guess I have no choice," Remy said. He would do anything for Molly. What would be the harm?

Ten minutes later he found out. Remy was smart though. He asked her what she needed before leaving and if she wanted anything else.
This way he didn't have to stand in the aisle forever trying to figure it all out, getting stared at.

When he got to the drugstore however, everything was a different story.
People were milling about as was usual with any drugstore. Remy went to the correct aisle and started looking. He tried to ignore the snickers from the teenage boys looking at magazines. Remy grabbed "it" and debated getting her something like food or a magazine.
She hadn't asked for anything else, but he figured as long as he was here he could.

Remy thought ice cream might be a good idea, but then he realized it would make her feel worse. He went down the candy aisle and got a chocolate bar and some butter-nutters cookies. That was when it happened.

Remy slipped and fell on a wet floor. He had been through worse of course,
but today it just made him angry. He looked over to see the boys laughing at him.
He scrambled up and got ready to teach them a lesson, then he remembered the last time he did that in a drugstore. He would just get kicked out by security.
Remy calmly walked to the register and paid for his stuff.

"For your girlfriend?" The slim young lady asked. Her dark hair covered one eye and she had on a red vest with a nametag that read 'Sunny'.

"No," Remy answered.

"Wife?"

"No!-Um, no, of course not," Remy was surprised.

"Hmm...your mom?"

"No. I don't have one," Remy would have asked her what business it was of hers, but he was too caught up in the rapid-fire questions.

"Oh, an aunt? A sister?" The girl looked happy like she might have figured it out.

"No," Remy gave up, "Just a friend." Before he left, he turned back, "Oh, you need to clean up aisle eight. Be sure and keep an eye on the little delinquents hanging around the store."

Sunny suddenly developed a bad twitch on her left eye, "Those," She said vehemently, "Are my brothers!"
The slim girl grabbed a broom from behind the counter, hopped up on top of it and held it over her head like a baseball bat. Remy backed up, going into a sprint to the car. He missed Sunny by seconds. He was surprised she didn't try to get on the hood and attack him through the windshield.

Remy shut the doors of the mansion behind him, leaning against them. He was happy that he came back alive and unscathed.
He wasn't scared of girls, but having run ins with crazy women in the past, some of them ended up having very scary boyfriends. Remy didn't want to find out if Sunny was also one of those girls. Though she probably could have taken Remy on all by herself. Remy went up to Mollys room. She was awake and reading. "Um, here," He handed her the bag. "Uh, thanks. Thanks a lot," Molly said.

A very awkward silence breached the room.

"I'd better go," Remy said.

"No, no! Come on, we're both...uh...adults. This really isn't that awkward," Molly said.
Remy sat in his chair. "I got you some cookies and a chocolate bar too," Remy said.
They shared the food. It became quiet again very quickly.

"Thanks for earlier. With Kurt. I know he's not your favorite person," Molly said.
"Sure. The furball can be annoying, but I know you two are close," Remy explained.
"He said that sometimes he gets jealous of us. That made me feel bad. I try to keep him included, but I know sometimes we're, like, in our own little bubble. Like now.
It's just us here," Molly said.

"I never meant to push him out like that. I guess I didn't think about it," Remy realized.
Maybe he had been spending too much time with Molly.

"It's not your fault. Happens to everyone. Sometimes I feel like that with him and Kitty because they've known each other longer then they've known me. Sometimes they exclude me without realizing it. I guess I was doing the same thing," Molly said.

"He should be done with training soon. Have him spend a little time with you and I'll stay out of the way for a while," Remy said.

"You don't have to," Molly looked conflicted. "It's fine. You guys need to catch up," Remy left to tell Kurt and apologize. Afterwards he got a shower and took a nap. He hadn't realize how tired he was.