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: Umm...I'm sorry they make-out so much. :( _ I don't want it to be annoying.
Breakfast came and went, then it came time for them to show Trina around. Unfortunately during breakfast they had learned that their captor had escaped sometime during the night, even inside a power nullifying cell. The tour was going smoothly enough, except Remy was awash with Mollys feelings. Annoyance, greediness (again), frustration, irritation, and, if Remy wasn't half-mistaken, an astonishing amount of jealousy. Then there was the cloying way that Molly was hanging off his arm with every step. Remy still couldn't figure out what had gotten into her today. It was driving him nuts. Everything except the jealousy part was easy to figure out. Trina was grateful and thankful. She seemed to admire Remy, but that was all. Not a tinge of romantic feeling was coming off of her, unlike Molly, who's feelings screamed "WANT-WANT-WANT-WANT-WANT" in emotional torrent. The way Trina was hanging off Remy's every word and looking at him like a puppy at it's master however was seeming to grate at Molly. Remy knew that deep down Molly might've wanted to tear Trina's eyes out for looking at _her_ boyfriend that way. Molly seemed to be forgetting that Trina was also much too young for Remy.
"Here's the boys and girls showers and the danger room is coming up," Remy pointed down the hall with his free arm-the one that didn't have Molly super glued onto it like a barnacle hugged onto a ship.
"So what do you guys do in the Danger Room? Bobby and the guys were telling me a little bit about it last night, but we didn't get to talk much in between video games and goofing off," Trina said.
"Lots of things," Molly finally spoke up as she'd been stewing in silence for the entire tour, "simulations, fights against robots, obstacle courses. You'll have to start slow and work you're way up to stuff." Remy took note of the slight arrogance in Molly's tone. "Oh," Molly added, "And there was this one time Remy used it to program a _romantic_ picnic in _Paris_. It was very sweet."
Remy raised an eyebrow. Who was this and what had they done with his girlfriend? Oh, hello green-eyed monster. Fancy you taking over a normally sweet girl and turning her into a completely different person.
"But you get in trouble for stuff like that," Remy said.
"Don't worry, I don't know anything about computers and I don't really want to screw up in my first week here," Trina said, "I'm going to go use the bathroom. I'll be right back."
Trina went to the bathroom nearby. As soon as she was gone, Remy pried Molly off of him, taking her by the shoulders. "Listen to me very carefully," Remy said, "She's fifteen and she doesn't have any interest in me. She's just grateful and admires me a little in a completely unromantic way. So you can stop being jealous."
Molly was crazy with embarrassment, her face turning red up to it's roots. "...I feel like an idiot," Molly ran a hand over her face, "You must've wanted to slap me for everything I was throwing at you. I know when you're overloaded with emotions you feel sick. I'm sorry. Did I make you feel, like, sick?"
"Not sick. Just confused. I don't think I've ever seen you so insanely jealous before," Remy smirked, "You're very emotional lately, you know."
"I'm really sorry," Molly looked at the floor.
"Don't be sorry. You can't help how you feel," Remy said, "I enjoy you being so into me, but you can relax now. No one's going to steal me away."
"Okay," Molly smiled.
When the tour continued, Molly was back to (mostly) normal. The jealousy was gone (as was the death grip on his arm and the catty attitude), but her happy feelings were still on hyper-drive.
A touch or just a look from Remy would make her eyes pop open or she'd get a huge smile on her face. Not to mention all the more lusty feelings Remy was getting. Molly seemed to be changing, but Remy didn't know why or what the end result was going to be.
A couple hours later the tour was over and Molly and Remy were free to spend the rest of the day as they pleased. "So, uh, you think anymore about going to Nevada?" Molly smiled up at Remy as they sat in his room. (This time with the door open.)
"Give me a couple days to think about it," Remy ruffled her hair, returning the smile, "You're asking me to go back and meet you're family. That's a big decision. If things were different and it were me asking you, how would you feel?"
"Okay, uh, sorry. I guess I just...I like the idea. I have someone to bring home and that makes me happy is all," Molly hugged him.
"Yeah, that's understandable," Remy hugged back, "Um, not to change the subject, but there is something I wanted to talk to you about, ma couer." Remy let go of Molly, holding her hands instead.
"Oh jeez. When you starting calling me 'your heart', I know it won't end well," Molly made an exaggerated frown, showing her teeth.
"It's nothing really horrible. I just wanted to talk to you about the other day. It's just that turning into tigers and things all the time seems to get you...and the team...into a lot more trouble then we want. I thought you could just take it easy on the wild animals for a bit unless you really need to. Maybe start turning into, um, less scary animals when we're out in public," Remy said.
"I guess it would be a good idea. What did you have in mind?" Molly asked. Remy was surprised that she took to the idea so quickly, but it did make sense.
"I don't know. Big dogs or something. Maybe some kind of cat. Cats can get pretty wiley. I remember one tore my leg up on a job once. That was real fun," Remy winced at the memory.
"Good ideas. Maybe a goose or a horse would be enough, they can get mean sometimes," Molly laughed.
"There you go. Think outside the box a little," Remy smiled, "So anyway, back to the Nevada thing. Just let me think about it. There's also the question of everyone even letting us go with how things are right now."
"That's true. I guess I got over-excited a little bit," Molly said.
"You just want to run home and show the whole town this _fine_ specimen of manliness that you won," Remy lifted up his shirt a little to show off his toned, six pack stomach, as he showed off a smile of pearly whites.
"Pull your shirt down!" Molly laughed as she pulled it down for him.
"I'd rather take it off. Just for you, Cherie," Remy quickly slipped out of his shirt before Molly could protest, driving her nuts and amusing himself at the same time. He flexed his pectorals on purpose, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. He wanted to laugh as Molly sat there with her left eye twitching as she blushed for the millionth time that week. She quickly looked away.
"Maybe I don't want to take you home after all if you're going to act like this. Who knows what you'll do!" Molly said, but slowly smiled. She knew he was just kidding.
"Hmm. Make-out with you on the couch. Serve you breakfast in bed. Embarrass you to death by being all boyfriend-y and clingy," Remy pulled her close, still shirtless.
"I swear, if you don't put your shirt back on I'm going to turn into a mouse or a gnat or...or a microscopic organism," Molly blushed.
"Why small things? You'd kind of think getting you all riled up would make you turn into elephants and whales and giraffes," Remy squeezed Molly, making his biceps bulge and therefore getting some strong feelings off of Molly in return, "If I had your powers, that would be my reaction."
"Well, I guess I try to assume I'd turn into smaller stuff because if I did turn into an elephant or something I'd probably kill you or at the very least hurt you and...and I'd hate for that to happen," Molly said.
"That's true. I guess bigger isn't always better then," Remy finally let Molly go and put his shirt back on, "So, uh, you want to go to Look-Out peak right after dinner and have some real alone time before curfew?"
"I think that's an excellent idea," Molly smiled, "But maybe we should get some time in now just in case we don't make it."
"Oh yes," Remy smiled back.
"Why don't I ride piggy-back more often?" Molly wondered sleepily as Remy walked with her on his back down the hallway later that night. She'd claimed she'd been too tired to make it up the stairs. They'd gotten home before curfew, but more then two hours after they'd left, so they'd had lots of quality time together. It proved very refreshing.
"You never want me to pick you up and now you're wondering why you don't ride on my back?" Remy laughed. He got to the rec room and let her off on the couch. They planned on channel surfing before bedtime. "Yeah. Uh, sorry. I guess I should let you pick me up more often then," Molly smiled, looking woozy.
"I think you're getting sleepy if you're saying stuff like that," Remy said, sitting next to her.
Molly yawned for several seconds. "Uh-huh. If I fall asleep, you can carry me to bed. I like that a lot." Molly snuggled up against him as much as she could.
There wasn't anything on TV and Molly did end up falling asleep. Remy just let her sleep against his chest for a while, wondering what was going on with her lately.
Her "symptoms" were moodiness, flighty, being un-focused on general tasks, forgetful and being _very_ focused on him. Then there was the strong feelings of lust for Remy. Completely different from the romantic feelings of a crush and other feelings. They were loud and strong and even embarrassing at times. It wasn't too often Molly had them, but they seemed to be so frequent lately. Almost all the time.
Then there was the ridiculously heated jealousy. Like a little girl could ever turn his head. Could ever make him feel what Molly made him feel. Like he could even love such a...
The light bulb went off in Remys head.
No, he reasoned. No way. Remy had felt love from women before. Except, he sat there thinking, those women had been experienced with love and boyfriends and romantic relationships and the feelings that they brought on. Remy would be Mollys _first_ love. That kind of feeling for the first time was fiery, hot and passionate. Unbridled by anything and not to be contained by the person caught up in it. The kind of thing that was always likened to an obsession.
Remy decided to put the idea on hold, leaving it as a definite possibility. As he watched Molly sleep, it left him with an altogether odd feeling. She still had that immaturity about her, so if it was love, it was like watching her grow up in a way. Remy didn't see her like his sister anymore, of course, but he'd always been around to see her milestones and to see her change as a person. If Mollys crush on him had finally matured into love, he realized that it was something to be proud of. He'd been around to watch her go from shy, stuttery goofball, to his best friend, to a young lady that could love a man with all her heart. Except that man was him. Remy was fine being over the moon about it, but it did feel a little odd, feeling like a happy older brother and an excited boyfriend at the same time.
It was all speculation though. Remy flawlessly reasoned that Molly could have contracted some mysterious disease in their travels that Hank hadn't picked up on and...Remy knew that idea was completely insane. He wasn't going to admit to himself that Molly loved him yet. It wasn't fair if she couldn't even realize it herself-and she'd brush it off if he suggested it. Like everything before, he was going to let things take their natural course. Besides, if it really was love, Remy wanted to hear it from Molly. Not just have a more-then-likely-and-scary-accurate-reasoned-assumption on his part of how she felt. Fair was fair after all.
Come Monday afternoon after the weekend had come and gone, Remy decided to surprise Molly by dropping by the college, thanks to Kurt being within teleporting distance.
Remy silently walked into the hallway and came upon the classroom. He was about to walk in, but saw that Molly was getting chewed out by the teacher, so he ducked back, peeking over the edge of the door frame.
"There's no excuse for sloppy work and bad spelling, Molly," The ninety-something year old lady with the shiny gold colored glasses chain squinted at Molly.
"I'm really sorry Misses Reginald. I can d-do it over again if you like," Mollys eyes went back and forth from the floor to her teacher.
"Over _again_? A third time?" Her teachers eyes bulged.
"Oh, right, right. Sorry. I've had a lot going on lately," Molly winced, "Okay...so...uh...D minus then?"
"No. I'm giving you an F. Maybe next time you write an essay you'll remember this experience," Her teacher sat down at her desk and started grading papers.
"I could do extra credit or something," Molly said in a very timid voice.
"No, thank you Molly. Maybe Mister Hoffner's class would be better suited to your particular kind of writing," The teacher sneered.
Molly's face fell, but she held her composure. "Well, um, thank you f-for your time."
Remy considered for half a second on going in and debating with the teacher, but decided against it. She really didn't seem like a lady who easily gave in and it would just embarrass and anger Molly. Instead he waited by the door. Molly didn't even see him when she walked out, instead walking right past him, looking disappointed and quite upset. Remy took a card out of his coat and charged it. He floated it in front of Molly and it got her attention as it burned up, leaving only the small heart of the queen of hearts behind. Molly caught it in cupped hands.
"You want to go out for some ice cream?" Remy slid up beside Molly, half-hugging her around the waist.
"What are you doing here?" Molly asked.
"I just thought I'd surprised you. Kurt brought me over so I could drive you back and I think you need it," Remy said.
"So you heard about my F?" Molly winced.
"Yeah. I'm sure tomorrow will be better," They walked out the doors and headed to the car.
"Anyway, ice cream sounds good," Molly smiled.
They made their way to the car. Remy had his hand on the car door when the sound of "SHHHSSSSSS" filled the air. Green gas was everywhere. Remy could hardly register anything, much less run, before blacking out.