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. I don't own Star Wars.
Downstairs, it took a relatively short time for Molly to wake up. Unfortunately, she was on the floor on top of a blanket, since even the sturdiest of their beds wouldn't be able to hold a 400 (or more) pound tigers frame. Molly quickly changed back, getting up off the floor.
"Feeling alright, Petite?" Remy picked her up bridal style, carrying her to the closest bed and putting her in it.
"I feel like I fell through a wood floor and landed on cement," Molly said, "I wish I could stay in your arms a little longer."
"I wouldn't mind that either, but you need to get checked out. Wouldn't want you to have a concussion or something," Remy ran a hand over her head.
Remy went in and alerted Hank that Molly was awake, leaving the med bay so Molly could get checked out, then coming back.
"What's the diagnosis?" Remy pulled up a chair and sat down.
"Molly's mostly fine," Hank said, "Except for some ringing in the ears and dizziness, which is to be expected after what she went through. She needs to stay here for a couple more hours."
"Got it," Remy nodded. Hank left them alone again.
"Anything happen while I was knocked out?" Molly asked.
"Not really," Remy said. He quickly summarized what she'd missed and what Scott had told him.
Remy sat on the bed to face Molly. He kissed her gloved hands with warmth and fervor.
"Anything you want? Hungry? Change of clothes?"
"Nothing like that. I can tell how everything's upsetting you, hon. So what I want is for this to be over with so we can get back to normal life. Or as close as we can get to it. I love you, Remy. I don't like seeing you worried." Molly frowned.
She'd learned to read him so well over the years.
"We'll fix it, we always do," Remy said, "And me being worried about it will pass eventually. Until then, I have you to watch over me, like usual. I know you will protect me, even from myself. Literally."
"Come on," Molly pat the spot beside her, "Let's take a break and snuggle. While we still-Nngh!" Molly suddenly grabbed her head.
"Molly! Hey, what is it?-Hank!" Remy called out.
"It's nothing," Molly said, "Just got a little dizzy..." Molly's eyes rolled back and she fell into unconsciousness.
Hank ran in, pulling Remy aside, quickly opening Molly's closed eyes and checking them.
"This shouldn't have happened."
"You're right," A telepathic vision of Sword appeared in the room, "I've got telepathy as an extra power. You and your team need to come to our place, or your girlfriend is never going to wake up. We've got something in store for you."
"We'll be there," Remy said.
Remy looked at Hank.
"Take good care of Molly, please. We need to deal with this."
As Remy was heading to the X-van, his phone rang. Fearing it was Hank with bad news, he answered it without a second thought.
"Yeah?"
"Hey Goody-Two Shoes," His own voice echoed back at him. Evil Remy was calling him!
Remy stopped cold in the middle of the garage, five feet from the van.
"How did you get my number?" Remy demanded.
"Doesn't matter," Evil Remy said, "What matters is I wanted us to have one last talk before everything goes down. A few things you need to know. I've got two million stashed away at a the Bayville Bank in my universe. If I die today or something,
you might as well have it. They just need your thumb print. There's no next of kin for me there, but there are lots of people after me, men and women, so if you ever need to go to Magneto's city for any reason, watch your back.
Uh, what else?...Oh, yeah. I killed a _lot_ of people over there, so I'm not the town hero and a lot of people hate me.
I hope you never have to go over there, because they're going to try to kill you, Remy."
Remy took a breath in, trying to be patient.
"I'm making no plans for a vacation there, got it? Is that all? You sure you don't have a son that had to hang off a precipice and said 'No, that's impossible' when you told him you were his father?"
"Star Wars. I miss that. Magneto outlawed a lot of movies when he took to power," Evil Remy said, "That's it.
Just thought it was stuff you should know, since you look like me. I'm not the helpful sort, but I don't want your friends coming after me because you die after I didn't tell you X-Y-Z."
"Got it. Thanks. One last thing though," Remy said, "I really wish things had turned out differently for you.
That'd I'd been there to help you out. I've been through the ringer too, believe me, but I made the choice to change. It would've been good to see you make that choice too."
"Yeah, well, you weren't, I didn't and things didn't turn out perfectly with rainbows and sunshine. You get handed a horrible life, you turn out horrible," Evil Remy said. He hung up.
Remy knew how wrong he was, but it was already too late to try to change him now, as much as Remy would've liked to.