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.

AN: Remy has some fantasies in this chapter. Everything is implied though and I don't get all descriptive. (*cough* I can't help but think his daydreams _wouldn't_ be something I would even want to write anyway! They'd be too...well...you know. It's Remy! x_x)
Also a bit of T rated dialogue I guess is in here too. My stories are getting so...wow...aren't they?

Remy woke up in the infirmary the next morning. Molly was still asleep, but that was to be expected. He walked over and kissed her forehead, stroking her hair. He was just on his way upstairs to breakfast when Scott came into the room, in uniform. "Get changed," He ordered, "There's something going on in Wyoming. We're meeting in the hangar in ten minutes."

"Yes sir," Remy drawled with a smirk. He got dressed into his uniform, then caught Hank on the way out.
"If Molly wakes up, tell her I'll be back soon," Remy said.

"Will do," Hank replied.

The jet arrived in Wyoming sometime later. For once, they weren't trying to rescue a kid from Magneto, but rescue a kid who's powers were going out of control.

It was a girl. She was small and thin, with very long blonde hair. She would have been very sweet looking, had she not been expelling a burning fiery and acidic compound from her hands in almost every direction. Trees were on fire. The street looked like it had been excavated on, except it too was melting to expose the sewer beneath it. Buildings weren't safe either. The windows were just melted through and none of the buildings were on fire (yet). It was clear they had to do something to get the girls powers under control.

"Help me!" The girl sobbed, "I don't know what to do!"

Swoosh! A fire hydrant melted and bubbled into rubble.

"You're going to be okay," Cyclops said, "What's your name?"

"Trina," The girl said as she demolished another store window.

"We're going to help you Trina, just try to stay calm."

"_Calm_?!" Trina shrieked, "How do you expect me to stay calm when I'm destroying the _city_?!"

"Nightcrawler, go find some cold water," Cyclops ordered, "Shadowcat, try to get close enough to her to phase her powers. If they're not destroying anything, she can stay calm for a little bit. Everyone else standby."

Nightcrawler teleported out and Shadowcat started walking up to Trina.

"Stay back, please!" Trina begged, "I don't want to hurt you!"

"You're not going to," Shadowcat said, getting closer.

Trina's firey-acid sludge started spewing at Shadowcat, only to phase through her.
"You're not hurt?" Trina questioned.

"I'm fine. My power is letting matter pass through me," Shadowcat said, putting a hand on Trinas shoulder and leading her back to the team slowly and carefully.

"It's...it's going through everything," Trina looked on, amazed. Seeming to realize her power wasn't going to hurt anything else around her, Trina relaxed and her powers seemed to stop on their own. Kurt came back with a couple buckets of cold water. Trina sat on the ground and put her hands in the buckets. She wasn't hurt, but it was obvious that her hands were hot to the touch. Everyone hoped that the water would keep her calm for a moment.

"We're going to put this on your wrist for a while," Remy snapped a power inhibitor onto her wrist, "It keeps your powers from working so you can relax now. Everything will be okay."

"Thank you all," Trina finally smiled, "I don't know what I would've done if you hadn't showed up."

The town had evacuated earlier in the day, so there were no police (or mobs) to deal with. The kids packed up and went home, relieved. Now there was just the question of how train a girl to control her powers who could destroy anything without laying a hand on it.

"Who is _that_?" Leon, the new boy just out of a danger room session, stared at Trina with intense interest as Kitty walked her into the infirmary.

"Her name is Trina and she's fragile right now," Remy explained, "She just destroyed a big chunk of her town. Give her a few days to get acclimated, than you can go talk to her."

"Trina, huh?" Leon smirked, "I'll be looking forward to making her acquaintance."

Remy went into the infirmary to check on Molly. She was still asleep, so Remy decided to go work on stuff and let the drugs work out of her system.

By that afternoon, Molly was up and around again. Remy found her groggily making her way out of the infirmary, rubbing her eye and yawning as she walked in a crooked line.

"You look like you're still half-under," Remy went over and held her up under an arm since she looked like she needed it.

"I _feel_ like it. Mister McCoy said I was sleeping since yesterday. What did I miss?" Molly half-leaned-half-snuggled into Remy by wrapping her arms around him.

"This girl in Wyoming had powers that were going crazy, so we had to go pick her up," Remy said, "Other then that, not much went on. Um, your family called."

"Okay. Good. Did somebody say I'd call them back?" Molly asked.

"Actually, I talked to them," Remy said.

Mollys eyes went wide as her hands dropped to her sides and her mouth was hanging open a little. (Now she was definitely awake.) "Say _what_? You did _what_?"

"It was fun. No one minded. They were happy to talk to me," Remy said, slowly, calmly smiling. He wasn't scared of Molly getting mad. Not exactly. He was more scared of her, say, turning into a spinosaurus or anything else something much bigger then him and chasing him around the mansion _because_ she was mad. "Please don't be mad, okay?"

"Depends. What did you guys talk about? What did everyone say?" Molly stepped back, looking him in the face.

"Just chatting. How I was and stuff. Things about us, like how long we'd been going out and how I liked you as a girlfriend.
Nothing embarrassing, because I know that's what you're worried about," Remy said.

"That's good I guess," Molly glared into the floor, probably trying not to get upset. She then looked back up at Remy, "So, uh, what did you think of them?"

"It's hard to get a first impression on the phone, but I liked them. They sounded fun. Scared the crap out of me though when they were joking around and asking what my intentions were," Remy ran a hand through his hair, expecting to still be sweating over the question.

"What? You never got that question before?" Molly laughed.

"Not really. Everyone else I dated didn't introduce me to their family or anything," Remy said.

"I guess I should be happy then. Come on, I'm really hungry. I want to go upstairs and eat," Molly grabbed Remy's hand and dragged him to the elevator.

After eating, the two of them hung around and watched a movie. Molly was snuggled against Remy with her torso on top of his chest and the rest of her laying between his legs. Remy was half-propped up onto his side with one arm around her. The movie was almost over when Remy realized it was late in the day. He noticed how tired Molly looked and how tired he felt. "You okay?" He asked, "Do you want to go rest some more?"

"I think I'm still getting over it, but I just want to be here with you right now," Molly reached up to run her fingers through Remys hair. Remy arched his neck to kiss the top of her head. He appreciated the quiet moments like this when they weren't running and screaming for their lives and no one was getting hurt. Eventually it was time for bed and the two of them shared their usual goodnight kiss before Molly went off to her room, but Molly lingered.

"Is something wrong?" Remy asked.

"Nothing's wrong," Molly smiled. She didn't _feel_ worried, just happy. "I just...I don't know...I wish we had more time together," She went on.

"What? You want to sneak into my room?" Remy smiled. Molly was _not_ the type to approve of bed sharing, much less instigate it.

"No!" Molly quickly looked away, then back to Remy, "I mean that I only wish I didn't have to leave now. Or ever. That we could always be together."

"We'll always be together, ma ange, don't worry," Remy held her face as he stooped down, then kissed her with a fiery heat normally only reserved for life-and-death moments, but with lots of reassuring and loving undertones. "Try to get some sleep."

"I will. Thank you for, uh, for that," Molly walked to her room with a new spring in her step.

Remy went and climbed into his own bed, left with thoughts of someday having Molly in his arms at night. A part of him wanted that now, but it was impossible. Molly just wasn't that kind of girl, and if Remy tried to snuggle up to her in her own bed, he would be finding himself missing his arms...and his face...and his life. Remy missed the old days when women could only kick you and slap you for being stupid, instead of turning into lions, tigers and bears. Oh my.

Remy let his mind wander, trying to imagine Molly laying next to him in bed. Her small frame meshing against him. Her soft body under his hands. He wondered what it would be like to touch her entirely, feel parts of her that he usually couldn't touch. His mind was racing and his body was following suit. Remy lay in bed, drowsy as he smiled at all the thoughts he had. Typical male thoughts, but he didn't think about them _as much_ as society accused him of. At the moment though, Remy was obsessing. Molly did have a nice body, he reasoned, and it was something that almost deserved to be lusted after in his fantasies.

After a few minutes of Remy's mind wandering over...certain thoughts...his mind went to Mollys earlier reaction. Why she acted so strangely. Well, not exactly strangely, but more clingy then usual. He mentally brushed it off as just being her, more interested in fantasizing.

Remy was just getting comfortable in his fantasy world when a scream interrupted his pleasurable thoughts. He threw off the covers and rushed to the girls wing with the rest of the boys. Several of the girls had also piled out into the hallway, powered up and at the ready. Molly and Rahne were in their tiger and wolf forms, Amara was lit up, and everyone else was wide awake and ready for something to happen. "It came from Jubilee's room," Roberto said.

Remy ran to Jubilee's door and quickly opened it. Jubilees hands were brilliantly sparking, standing on there and facing off against nothing it seemed. Except the window was open and a breeze was blowing through.

"What's going on?" Remy demanded.

"Someone's trying to kill me. He's Invisible now and he's still here," Jubilee looked furiously angry.

"Storm?" Scott asked. Fog quickly enshrouded Jubilee's room. It only took a second to spot the invisible mutant. Remy leapt forward, tackling the man to the floor in a tangle of limbs and fists. "Change back," Remy demanded angrily.

The man went back to being visible. "Who are you?" Remy asked.

"Black Knight, but that's all you're getting out of me," The young man smiled wickedly, his messy brown hair brushing up against the carpet. Remy hauled him back up to his feet, holding an arm behind the attackers back.

"Logan, you and Peter take him downstairs," Scott ordered, "Everyone else stay here while the main team check the rest of the rooms."

After over an hour of searching, the X-Men couldn't see, sense or smell anymore intruders. Most of the kids were too shaken up to go back to bed, and since there was no school the next day, many of them calmed their nerves by staying up late in the kitchen or in the rec rooms for a little while.

Remy met Molly as she lingered in the hallway just where the girls wing started. She felt tired and rattled like everyone else, but Remy didn't need powers to tell how Molly felt.

"I don't understand how they could just attack us here at home. It isn't fair. It doesn't make me feel safe anymore. If we can't feel protected here, then what are we supposed to do? Leave?" Molly crossed her arms, then relaxed a little as she huddled up against Remy as he embraced her tight.

"It might come to that, but we're not going anywhere just yet, Sweetheart," Remy said as he held Molly, wanting to take her away from all the danger where she couldn't get hurt. Except that wasn't an option right now.

At least, not entirely, Remy realized as a thought came to him.

"Come on," Remy gently pulled her along, just a short walk back to his room. They stood in front of the door as Remy quickly-and silently-opened it.

"But we're not supposed to-" Molly looked up at him with surprised, innocent and even child-like eyes.

"Shh," Remy held a finger to his lips. A quick look around. The hallway was empty. There was just a little noise from the rec rooms to the left of them, further away. Remy pulled Molly into his room and shut the door behind him.

Remy put a gentle hand on top of Mollys head, stroking her hair as they stood in the dark room with only moonlight coming through the window to see by. "You need some peace and quiet. We're not going to break any rules and I'm not asking you to stay all night. I just thought you could relax here with me for a little bit."

"Okay," Molly smiled, "But could you put on a shirt or something? You're making me feel really awkward like this."

Remy rolled his eyes. _Now_ she was getting uncomfortable, after seeing him shirtless a million times. How ridiculous. He went to his t-shirt drawer and pulled on a loose fitting white under shirt. Molly continued to stand as still as a statue in front of the door. She wasn't feeling scared anymore as far as Remy could tell, just apprehensive and very tense.

"Stop worrying so much," Remy pulled her over with both hands to sit on the bed, "You're making a big deal out of nothing."

"I am _not_," Molly pouted, scrunching up her eyebrows, "Remember last month when everyone had a conniption about...well, you know."
Remy knew she was referring to them impromptu sleeping in the same room and catching grief for it as they took care of little Dylan.
"This is different. No one knows we're in here and we're just talking," Remy said, "So just relax and don't let me hear another word. You're going to get wrinkles from worrying so much."

"But-"

"Shh!"

"You just-"

"Mm-mm"

"How-"

Remy put a hand over Mollys lips "How can someone so tiny have such a big mouth?"

Molly glared at Remy. He removed his hand. "I'm not tiny," Molly protested, still holding a fiery glare.

"Physicality begs to differ," Remy held his normal-sized hand up against her tiny doll-like one. Mollys hand was more then half the size of Remys, with delicate looking fingers. "But I like it," Remy squeezed her hands, smiling as his eyes roved over Molly.

"Still, five-one isn't _tiny_...just short," Molly continued to protest.

Remy resisted the urge to roll his eyes, only blinking. Mollys sensitivity and denial could be both amusing and a little annoying at the same time. Instead he just kissed her forehead. They stared at each other. Remy considered going in for a kiss.

Just when everything seemed completely normal, there was a familiar "BAMF" sound and the distinct smell of sulfur. "Hey Remy, do you want to play video games with us-Oh," Bobby said as he stood there with Kurt.

"We weren't doing anything!" Molly rushed to stand up from the bed, tripping over her own two feet and falling onto to the floor in the process with her arms rubbing against the carpet as they splayed out in front of her. She'd failed miserably to catch herself, "Ow!" Molly rubbed her right elbow that was red from rug burn after she had hauled herself up from the floor.

"How do we know you weren't doing anything?" Kurt raised an eyebrow.

"Because we're still dressed," Remy rolled his eyes, pulling at his shirt.

"Remy!" Molly snapped, her face turning more red as she sat back down, "Remy was just trying to make me feel better. I mean...less scared...after everything that happened. We just wanted some privacy."

"Whatever. Better not let anyone catch you in here together though, they'll throw a fit," Bobby said.

"We know!" Molly and Remy said in unison as the two boys teleported out.

"M-maybe I should g-go," Molly squirmed a little, then stood up.

"No," Remy caught her wrist, pulling her back a little, "Stay. Everything will be fine."

"...Fine, but no funny business," Molly pouted.

"I'm a gentleman, haven't you learned that by now?" Remy smiled.

"Okay, so you're a gentleman. I get it," Molly smiled.

Before they knew it, Remy was sitting on the floor and Molly was laying across his bed looking comfortable. They had been talking a long time and Mollys eyes were looking heavy. Her feelings exuded contentment and safety as Remy lay on the floor and shut his eyes for what he thought were only a couple minutes. When he opened them again, the clock read four in the morning. Molly was sleeping in his bed with half of the comforter pulled over her as she slept on top of the other half. Remy picked her up and carried her back to her own bed. "Sweet dreams," Remy kissed her on the mouth very softly. Remy then made his way back to his own bed and slept for some time.