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, Remy woke up feeling confused. He looked out the window to see that it was raining hard. Last night seemed blurry, then he remembered that he'd gone to bed before everyone had gotten home, so he hadn't had to hear the usual night sounds around the mansion of everyone fighting or causing havok or Logan yelling.
It had been very peaceful.

"YOU'RE NOT GETTING IT BACK!" A voice yelled from the hallway.

So much for peaceful. Remy got up and went into the hallway.
"Everyone's probably still asleep, so keep it down!" He scolded Jubilee and Roberto.

"Remy it's eight. Everyone is up," Jubilee explained.

"...Oh. Sorry," Remy said. He must've been sleeping really hard again.
He went and got a shower, then went to Molly's room. She was still in her pajamas, sitting there drawing, so she was obviously not over her illness. However she was looking much better then she had in the past few days, especially since last night.

"You're looking better," Remy said as he entered the room.
"I'm feeling a lot better, but I don't think I'm over it yet.
I'm still sneezing a lot and coughing, but I don't feel as bad as I was," Molly said, "I guess that's thanks to you."

"Wasn't any trouble. I was glad to help," Remy smiled, sitting down.

"Maybe I'll be over this in a couple of days," Molly said.
"I hope so," Remy said.

"Uh, so, here. I got bored and I just...I made this," Molly shyly handed him a drawing of the two of them. "I'm bad at drawing people realistically, but I try," She said.

"It's great! You're so talented! I'm really impressed," Remy went all out and hugged her.
He really wasn't the hugging type, so this said something.

"This is nice but you're crushing me," Molly squeaked.

"Sorry," Remy let go.

"I'm glad you l-like it," Molly blushed. She looked so happy.
Remy wanted to kiss her right then and there, but he resisted.
He turned his enthusiasm into flirting instead.

"They say artists make the best girlfriends because they're the most sensitive," He swiffed back his hair and flexed his muscles, "And men who can cook are also very good kissers."

"Now you're just making stuff up!" Molly laughed, "Stop being such a goofball!"

"It's true! We can test the theory if you kiss me,"
Remy smiled his best smile.

Molly whacked him with a pillow.
"I think you _are_ feeling better," He said,
"So if I kiss you, I probably won't get sick."

*THWOMP!*

The day wore on without much incident apart from Roberto and Jamie unsuccessfully trying to pull a prank on Remy by going in his room and setting it up. Remy walked in just in time so that they couldn't do anything.

By dinner, Molly was feeling well enough to join everyone again. She was still coughing, but said she felt much better. Remy was very happy at this news.
Probably more happy then he should be, he reasoned. "What are you so cheery about?" Rogue said from across the table. Remy just shrugged. "He's scaring me," Rahne whispered as she sat next to Kitty. "He's scaring everyone, don't worry," Kitty winked.

Dinner eventually finished and everyone started taking their plates to the kitchen.
"You stay put," Remy took Mollys plate from her just as she got up from the table.
"I can take my own plate to the kitchen. Sheesh!" Molly complained. Remy gave it back to her. He had to relinquish his care taking status sometime and Molly was more then capable to taking care of herself, especially now that she was getting better.

"AHHH!" Remy heard Molly scream from the kitchen.
He ran in and saw her on the floor. There was a deep gash down her leg and it was bleeding quite a bit. Not buckets of blood, but enough to be concerned about. Remy quickly wrapped a dish towel around it and scooped Molly up off the floor. "What happened?" He asked as he rushed to the elevator.

"I got tangled up in a loose cord that was laying on the floor.
I guess someone left one of the cabinets open and my leg caught it.
Sometimes I'm so...stupid," Molly looked embarrassed as she grit her teeth.

"You're not stupid. It was an accident," Remy assured her, "Accidents happen."

"Yeah well, they happen to me more often then I'd like," Molly said.

Eventually they reached the infirmary.

Molly didn't need stitches, but she did need to have the wound wrapped up tight. "Normally you could morph and heal yourself, but I wouldn't recommend it since you're trying to get better," Hank said, "This time it'll have to be the old fashioned way."

"That's fine, I don't care. I think I'd rather just get some sleep," Molly said.
"I can take you to your room if you want," Remy said, trying to be helpful again.
"Thanks, but I'm okay. I got it," Molly said. Remy nodded. She could take care of herself, he had to remember that.

Remy went upstairs and watched TV for a while. He didn't fall asleep this time,
but his mind was racing again.

Molly. She was constantly on his mind lately. He didn't understand it.
She wasn't outrageously beautiful by most standards. Not memorable.
Not brainy, witty, brave, or refined. So why couldn't he think straight? Why was she making him feel like this?

Remy didn't have anymore time to think about it because Kurt and a few of the boys tromped into the room loudly.
"Can we watch _Hi-Tech_ in here?" Bobby asked. "Sure," Remy handed him the remote. He watched for a few minutes,
then went to bed.

Maybe tomorrow things would be back to normal.

The next day things were much more normal then they had been.
Mollys healing power had kicked in during the night after she'd accidentally morphed,
so her leg was better. The real good news was that she was feeling almost 100 percent again.

"Don't strain yourself," Remy warned as she rushed past him down the stairs.
"I won't. I'm just really hungry," She called back to him.

Remy went into the kitchen and got some breakfast. The day flew by and before he knew it it was almost noon. He was folding his laundry when there was a knock at the door. It was Molly, of course. She had a big bag that seemed so heavy,
she was holding the handle with both hands.

"Um...I know it's kind of silly, but I really appreciated you taking care of me when I was sick. I got you something. Like, a thank you gift," She looked embarrassed.

"I wish you hadn't, but it looks like you went to a lot of trouble," Remy took the bag and set it on the bed, taking it's contents out of the bag.

"Aw, come on," Molly playfully elbowed him, "We're always getting each other stuff. It's not a big deal."

What was inside the bag actually _was_ a big deal. Remy gulped as he stared at "it". "Petite? How much did this cost?" Remys eyes widened in shock and awe. He was probably a shade or two paler, but he didn't know since he wasn't in front of a mirrior. He couldn't stop staring at it.

"Does it matter?" Molly tried feigning innocence, but that didn't work on Remy.

"How. Much," Remy looked at her.

The present was a very expensive, many bells-and-whistles stereo.
Except it wasn't _just_ a stereo. It was a stereo, a personal organizer,
a phone, a fax machine/scanner/copier, and a camera. You could take each piece apart so everything was portable. Plus it even came with a charger for ones iPod. Remy had been eyeing it in the store for some time because, like most men, he liked gadgets. It had just been too expensive to purchase though.

"There was a sale and I had my discount card, so it was only 200.
Much cheaper then the 560 they were asking for it originally," Molly said.

"Thank you, I really love it, but try not to spend that much money on me again. I'm not worth it," Remy smiled, still trying to recover from the sticker shock.

"You're wrong. You are worth it. You really deserve it. You worked too hard and we're with me almost every minute. Just enjoy it and have fun," Molly said. Remy hugged her. "What am I going to do with you, cherie?"

"Mmm. I like hugs," Molly muttered to herself. Remy smirked.
"I mean, well," Molly caught herself, "Are you going to open it or not?"

Remy opened the box and they put it together. The peacefulness of being alone in the room together didn't last because once everyone else heard the music coming from the bedroom,
they all came in to ooh and ahh over the brand new Orchestral XI-5000.

"So where do I get a girl like that to buy me stuff?" Roberto nudged Remy.
"Can't find her just anywhere," Remy watched Molly dance, "She is one of a kind."