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.

AN: This story is a little depressing and not my favorite. Definitely not my happiest story, but not all my stories are going to be happy. This has a lot more darker feel then every other story I've written, which is surprising for me.
I don't hate it, but it was pretty hard to write and fill out some chapters. Insomnia sucks my creativity I guess.
Enjoy?

Molly and Remy sat in the courtroom, anxiously awaiting the Rosebyrns to be next in line to get approved for Erin's adoption.
It was few months after the married couple had taken Erin in to foster her, and they'd passed all the red tape to adopt Erin.
Now the time had come to make it official. Everyone was dressed in their best suits and dresses, all a little nervous, but happy.

"Next," The older, brunette female judge in purple glasses behind the stand announced.

The judged looked over the papers.
"I see everything is in order here. Do you, Bianca and Carlisle Rosyburn, wish to adopt this child?"

"Yes,"

"Yes we do,"

"Do we have witnesses?"

Molly and Remy stood.

"Y-Yes,"

"Yes ma'am,"

"Then, by the state of New York, I hereby declare this adoption legalized. She's all yours," The judge smiled.

The Rosebyrns hugged Erin tight. Bianca looked over at Molly and Remy with a thankful look.
They left the courthouse, talking along the way.

"Without you, this never would have been possible, Molly," Bianca said, "You saved Erin's life to begin with."

"Oh, I was just doing my job," Molly blushed, "And Remy was there."

"I didn't find Erin and rescue her from a burning building, ma Elue," Remy said proudly, "That was all you."

"Well, uh, you're all very welcome," Molly said modestly.

Remy stared at Molly, almost longingly. Molly was warm, giving, sweet, thoughtful, a good cook, modest, and sinewy svelte. What more could any man want or need? Sure, Molly had a lot of bad points, but as with most relationships, the positives outweighed the negatives. Remy had learned how to handle Molly on her worst days, and the same could be said for Molly. Perhaps she really did have it in her to soon be his wife. Molly had already proven she could take care of him, for the most part. She certainly wasn't as...borderline selfish...as she was when she first arrived at the Institute. Not that she'd become a different person entirely, no. Molly had just changed in good ways and become a better person. Remy had as much of an effect changing Molly as she'd had on him.

They walked to the closest (mutant-friendly) ice cream shop, enjoying themselves.
Soon enough, it was time for goodbyes.

"We'll come over Friday and do something fun, okay?" Remy smiled, picking Erin up for a moment.

"Okay. Remy? Do you think I could be a mutant like you guys one day?" Erin wondered.
It seemed such an innocent question, but there was so much worry and pain wrapped up in it that Erin was unaware of.

"Uh, I don't know, Petite," Remy said, "It's just one of those things that happens or doesn't.
You just have to be a good girl, no matter what life brings you. If you're good, others will notice and appreciate it."

Erin just nodded, accepting the answer.

Molly and Remy went home, changing clothes and seperating. Remy had work to do and Molly had college coursework to take care of. Remy was disappointed because Molly had changed into a plaid skirt and these cute tan hiking boots with a plain, but noticeably flattering blue v-neck. However, he'd see her later and knew he could oggle her then. Molly seemed to be playing up to some college girl/Tomb Raider fantasy Remy had without even know it. If she did her hair in pigtails ala Britney Spears, that really would have completed the look and done it for Remy in the process. (It also would've caused him to ditch work and just drool over her instead.)

Instead of wishing for what was, Remy went to the Danger Room and started on making new training simulations. It was going to make for a long afternoon.

Later on, Remy was finished, sitting at his desk reading a car magazine after doing a little research on the computer, about women's outfits. Half wondering if Molly wouldn't mind wearing the whole Tomb Raider outfit sometime.

"REMY!" Molly's voice. Molly's _angry_ voice from down the hall.

Remy jumped at the sound, the magazine fluttering into the air and then dropping onto the floor. He was a little more surprised when Molly flung open his door without knocking.

"Y-yes, ma couer?" Remy wasn't scared, no, just on alert. An angry Molly wasn't anything to take lightly.
(Okay, maybe he was a tiny bit scared.)
"Tell me you didn't...please, please tell me you didn't...tell me..." Molly quickly went from being angry to practically sobbing. She was holding a piece of paper.

"Molly, sweet, what's wrong? What's the matter?" Remy questioned.

"This," Molly handed him the paper and Remy took it, looking at it.

It was a newspaper clipping from a couple of days ago. The headline read 'Man steals from local college. Kills one, Plus crimes against women,' Underneath was a picture of a man, being taken away by police in handcuffs. A man that looked exactly like Remy. He was wearing a trench coat, and had on a red shirt, jeans and tan boots, just like Remy usually wore.

"This isn't me. I know this has you really upset, but it's not me. It can't be," Remy said, "Sure, I've stole, but I've never killed anyone and crimes against women? _Come on_, Cherie, you have to know me better then that!"

"I just...couldn't get over that picture. I found it on my door in my room. Remy, you've never laid a hand on me wrong and I trust you with my life every single day. What explanation could there be for this?" Molly said.

"We're gonna find out," Remy said, standing.

They went straight to the Professors office, quickly summarizing the situation.

"I'll make some calls," Xavier said, "In the meantime, at least this man, whoever he is, is in custody. Let's not do anything rash until we have some information."

"We won't professor, but I really would rather get to the bottom of this sooner rather than later," Remy said.

Remy and Molly left the office, standing around the hallway.
"I'm sorry, Remy," Molly apologized, "I should've known it wasn't you. Should've never doubted..."
Molly cried a little.

"Hey, I get it," Remy wiped away her tears, "I'd be doubtful too if our places were switched. I'm not mad, don't worry baby girl. Besides, if I ever killed anyone, I'd come to you for help with burying the body."

"Remy, don't joke like that. Somebody lost their loved one," Molly frowned.

"Uh, you're right. Sorry," Remy said, rubbing the back of his head, embarrassed, "Didn't think of that."

"Anyway, 'baby girl'? When did you get so street?" Molly said, smiling again.

"Too much rap and hip-hop?" Remy shrugged.

"Come on, Eminem, let's go downstairs and grab some lunch," Molly took his hand.

AN: I have never been to an adoption, and it's hard looking up just what they say at an adoption hearing, so I just had to make it up. I didn't include the part about the best interest of the child standard. Too wordy. Just wanted it short and to the point. (Could say it happened prior, I guess. I mean, XME didn't have much of a legal system, being a kids show.) Hope it looks okay. Also, Molly panicking was inspired/partially lifted from the 'When September Ends' music video. Just listening to it a lot after the story I did recently, inspired by the title, so all credit for that goes to them and AMC Records.