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.

When they got back Molly was sleeping. Remy went to bed and slept for ages.
When he woke up again it was almost nine. Much later then he usually woke up.
He didn't even remember turning off his alarm clock.

He got dressed and went to the kitchen. He had the swinging door open a crack when he heard the girls giggling and Molly talking.
"...And he was like 'Mon Dieu! Cherie, you're better at this then I am!'
I said something like, 'You're just letting me win because I suck at games,'.
Except he insisted! He said 'I can teach you how to play lots of..._games_,'"

"So _then_ what happened?" Amara asked.

"Well..." Molly paused dramatically, "He looked at me, and I looked at him...then we decided we just couldn't take it anymore so we decided to..."

"To?" Kitty smirked.

"Play a game of scrabble!" The girls burst into giggles again.

The girls were so distracted they didn't see Remy come up behind Molly.
He leaned down, getting close to speak in her ear. "Feeling much better, are we?" He whispered.
"AHHHH!" Molly shrieked. She jumped into the air and reacted by turning into a tiny sparrow.

"Cute. Can't believe you're already up and around though," Remy said.

Molly changed back. "I'm not better just yet. I just came down to get some juice and the hassling committee wanted to know why you've been spending so much time in my room since I've been sick."

"Sometimes we make-out, sometimes we play cards," Remy joked,
"She's not really sick, she's just trying to get out of danger room training."

"Seriously, Remy has been taking better care of me then I take of myself," Molly said, "It's been nice."

"If you're not over it you need to go back upstairs. Right now," Remy said.

Molly knew it was useless to argue, so she just walked. Remy had a quick breakfast then went upstairs. He found Molly reading. "What are you reading?" He asked.
"Just some stupid love story," She looked embarrassed and put the book aside.

Remy reached over and picked up the book. The title read 'The Gates of Prosperity.'
He thumbed through it. "'Oh Gloria,'" He started to read from where Molly had left off, "'You look Devine. Like a splendid summers evening. Ryan said with the utmost sincerity.'"

Molly said, "Go on,"

Remy kept on reading. He thought the book was corny and very unrealistic.
He stopped at the thirteenth chapter because Molly was looking tired.
"_I_ could write a better romance novel then that!" He said, "I act more romantic then that whole book!"

"You do," Molly smiled, "All the time. You're so nice and sweet to me."

Remy held her hand. "Sometimes I think I'm a little too nice."
He couldn't explain his behavior lately. He knew how much he liked her, but this crush was starting to get a little intense.

"You're not too nice," Molly said, "You're great. Not many of the others would want to do this for me. I'm still not sure why you want to, but I'm glad."

"Uh, you're welcome," Remy looked at Molly, then at the floor.
Molly sneezed.

Then again.
"...Aahhhh-CHOO!"

Then a third time.
"Aaaahhhh-CHOOO!"

"Maybe it's time for you to take some more medicine," Remy took the heavy duty cold and flu medicine from the night stand.
"That's the stuff that's going to knock me out for hours," Molly looked at the bottle, "Do I really have to take it right now?"
The whine in her voice came out throatier then usual.

"I know you've been sleeping a lot, but I think it's best," Remy poured the medicine into a serving cup and handed it to her. Molly looked at it with distaste, then quickly knocked it back in one swallow. Almost immediately she looked a little bit loopy, perhaps disoriented.

"Are you okay?" Remy was suddenly very concerned. Maybe he'd given her too much?

"That stuff just hits too hard," Molly blinked. Her eyelids were starting to droop.
She laid back. "Sometimes you're really annoying...but I guess that's why I like you so much. You're manly. You treat me really good and try to make me do the right thing."

Remy blinked in confusion, not believing his own ears. Had she just admitted to liking him out loud? "Come again?" Remy asked.

"I really like you," Molly repeated in a sleepy voice as her eyes closed, "Oh...pretty butterflies."

Remy rolled his eyes. He felt stupid for not having realized that the medicine was making her drugged up. She probably wouldn't remember saying anything later.

Still, he already knew how she felt. He didn't really need confirmation, but it had been nice to hear it, even if it was the result of flu medicine.

Remy tucked Molly in with an extra blanket and left the room. She was going to be asleep for some time, so it gave him the chance to catch up on some things.
He picked up his room, did his laundry and then caught up on TV. He must have been more tired then he realized, because he woke up much later with drool seeping out of his mouth and a post-it note stuck to his forehead.

He read the note:

'Molly still sleeping. Everyone going out to ball game. Prof. and Logan trusting you so don't mess up!-Kurt'

Remy vaguely remembered the plans to take all the kids out to a baseball game that week. It was supposed to be a big event,
but he hadn't really noticed or cared. He was more into football. Aside from that, he'd been to concerned over Molly to concentrate on much else.

Now he was alone in the mansion with her for a few hours. It was only a little after seven. He'd probably just missed everyone leave.

"The house is so quiet. Where did everyone go?" Molly entered the rec room looking tired.

"That baseball game. Are you feeling better?" Remy asked as she sat on the couch.

"Much better. The medicine helped a lot," Molly said. "That's good. If you're hungry I can make you something," Remy said.

"Okay, but I want to go to the kitchen this time. I've been in my room for the past three days and I'm going looney tunes in there," Molly smiled.

They went to the kitchen. Molly watched as Remy made canned soup and sandwiches.
"Uh...did I say anything weird when I took that cough syrup earlier? I know that stuff does a number on me," Molly said. "You weren't talking about having pet ostriches and hugging toobytubbies if that's what you mean," Remy smirked.
"Ah, okay," Molly said, "I've just been known to say some strange things when I'm taking strong medicine."

"Such as...?" Remy was intrigued.

"Wishing kittens were pink, wanting to hug a salmon, saying bad things about pencil sharpeners. Stuff like that," Molly said, "You probably didn't get very sick when you were a kid. You look so healthy."

"I had my share of chicken pox and colds, don't worry," Remy smiled.
Remy quickly repressed the memories of being begrudgingly taken care of by his adoptive father as a child. Remy had not been considered much more then a meal ticket and a way to fortune, so when he did get sick it was imperative that he get better quickly. The cures had come without comfort or a gentle bedside manner. It still stung at his heart as an adult, so it was hard to remember those times.

Remy watched as Molly ate and thought things through. Perhaps this was why he was being so careful and tentative of her lately.
Why he was obsessing over her so much. Since he didn't get doted on, he wanted to make sure that Molly was getting the best care possible. It seemed a little silly since everyone in the mansion was well taken care of when they got sick, but it made sense.
Remy decided that was the best explanation for his crazy behavior lately. He just wanted her safe and well again. That was all.

"Why are you staring at me?" Molly asked. "Uh, sorry. Just thinking about stuff. I haven't really been sure why I've wanted to take care of you either, but I guess I've just been feeling protective of you lately," Remy smiled,
taking her hand from across the table and squeezing it.

"Thanks. You're almost like an older brother. At least when you're not flirting," Molly rolled her eyes.

"I haven't been doing much of that lately, have I?" He smirked, "You know you still look radiant when you're sick."
"You shouldn't flirt when we're alone like this. It...it isn't appropriate. At all," Molly looked embarrassed.
Remy got up and ruffled her hair. "_You_ need to lighten up. I wouldn't, er, try to seduce you when you're sick."
Molly turned red up to her roots. "REMY!"

"What?" He looked at her, "You are 18. You should know about things like that. Not all guys are as nice as me."

"I know about things like that," Molly said quietly.

Silence.

"You're really not like other girls," Remy mused, "So innocent. Probably waiting until you get engaged or something."
That had come out more snarky then Remy had intended.

"N-no. Married. I want to be married first," Molly looked more determined then Remy had ever seen her.
She seemed bent on her resolve. "I have morals, unlike a lot of other people."

Molly stared at the ground. "So I guess you're, uh, not waiting."

Remy was surprised at her candidness. Usually she'd keep to herself about things like this, but he had brought it up first, so maybe she had a right to know how he felt on the subject.
"I don't know. I never really gave it much thought. I've never done anything if that's what you're worried about, but if the right girl wanted to wait, then I'd respect her decision and want to wait too."

"You surprise me. I hadn't thought about it before, but I guess seeing how you are with girls, I guess I just thought..." Molly let it hang.

"Well you thought wrong. Just because girls like me and I flirt doesn't mean I don't have some moral compass. We are friends. I think you'd know if I were doing things and then you'd hate me for it and we wouldn't be friends anymore," Remy said.

"Darn right!" Molly said. They laughed. "If you're feeling up to it I guess we could go upstairs and play video games to kill some time," Remy suggested.

"Really? No one else is home and you want to play video games?" Molly raised her eyebrows as she looked mischievous.

"What did you have in mind?" Remy asked.

That was how about ten minutes later, they found themselves toilet-papering Bobby's room, then Remy talked Molly into putting a stink bomb into Scott's room. Afterwards they raided the fridge, then they sat down and played video games.

Remy looked over to see that Molly had fallen asleep on the couch after about an hour of playing. He carried her back to bed for the umpteenth time, just staring at her for several minutes.

"I'd wait for you," Remy whispered as he stood in the dark, watching her breathe deeply. He shut the door and went to his room, deciding to take a shower in the morning. It had been a long day.