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.

Half an hour later Molly woke up. "How are you feeling?" Remy asked. "Groggy. I'm glad you're here, though," She smiled flirtatiously. Remy had made sure to keep his distance from her this time, just in case. "Petite, something's wrong.
You're really not yourself. We're trying to get you back to normal," Remy smiled. Now that he knew what his true feelings were, he wanted her back to being her sweet self as soon as possible. He felt a little conflicted since they'd always made such a big deal about just staying friends, but at the moment he wanted very badly to tell her how he felt. That could change later however, but he didn't want to think about later. He just wanted to enjoy the moment.

"Why? I like being this way. For once I'm not so shy and quiet. I mean, we actually made out. Before I could barely talk to you," Molly said. "Well making out wasn't exactly my decision. You did something to me. I guess you like me, but that's the wrong way to get my attention," Remy said.

"You guess I like you? I've always liked you. You're strong, handsome, charming and funny. We'd make a good couple. You know that."

Remy rolled his eyes. This "alternate" Molly certainly was forceful. "You're nice, but maybe we should just be friends."
Inside it killed him to say that, but then again he wasn't dealing with a girl in her right mind. She wasn't the girl he knew anyway. Unfortunately, Molly looked very angry. Even worse, she was starting to turn into a grizzly bear.

SNAP!

SNAP!

The wrist restraints broke.

She was still more girl then bear, but Remy got into a fighting stance and charged a few cards. He didn't want to have to fight her but if he didn't he knew she might hurt him or even worse.

Hank ran in and sedated her again then saying, "You shouldn't have upset her like that."

"It wasn't entirely my fault. If she were normal she'd be crying her eyes out, not freaking out. She certainly wouldn't have tried to turn into some huge bear ready to kill me either," Remy wiped the sweat from his brow.

"That's true, but I think you need to try and treat her differently. At least until we find an antidote. Maybe it would be better if you played along for now," Hank said.

Remy sighed. "I'll try but it won't be easy."

Almost an hour later Molly woke up again. Remy walked into the room. (He'd actually never left the infirmary.)
Molly glared daggers at him. "You!"

"Take it easy, Cherie. Listen, I changed my mind," Remy smiled, sitting down in a chair next to the bed.
Remy had to be careful so as not to make her angry again. Now was the time to turn on the charm.
He was almost happy to flirt with her and have it be reciprocated this time around.

"You did?" Molly said, looking suspicious.

"Sure. You're really nice and we always have a good time together. We make such good friends we might make a good couple too," Remy smiled.

"Okay. Cool. Does that mean I can be untied now?" She grinned.

Remy hated to see her tied up, but she did seem calmer now. If he kept a close eye on her and set out a couple conditions maybe things would be okay. "If I untie you, you can't run away."

"I won't!" She shook her head looking genuine.

"And this kissing thing..." Remy rubbed his neck.

"We don't have to do any kissing. Anything you want," Molly said.

Remy was surprised she was this submissive. Her personality was so out of whack, so strong, he hadn't expected her to agree so quickly.
Remy untied her from the bed and she ran over and hugged him tight.
"Oomf!"He grunted as they collided hard.

He hesitantly hugged her back. Remy looked down and smirked. She could've totally killed him earlier and yet she stood barely past his chest. So much for big things being scarier then smaller things. For a moment Remy thought about and He really did like that she was short. He liked looking down on her and something about it made him feel more masculine. His previous relationships had primarily been with average or tall girls, so this was different-falling head over heels for a girl so much shorter then himself. Her body seemed to fit just right in his arms, like she was meant to be there.
Remy blinked. What was he doing? This wasn't the time to get sentimental, he had to keep an eye on her and not let his gaurd down.

He took one last look, staring at her rear, then let go of her.
"Maybe you should get some rest." He led her back to the bed and she sat on it.
"But I'm not tired. I thought maybe we could go upstairs and cuddle," She winked, smiling.

"Well right now it's just important for you to rest. You've had a long couple of days and I, uh, just want what's best for my girlfriend," Remy said. Molly bought it climbing into the bed.
"You're going to stay in here with me right? You won't leave? I-I hate hospitals and places with needles. I know we're just in the school but it really scares me," She pulled her knees up to her chin, looking frightened. "I won't leave. I'll be right here next to you the whole time," Remy put his hand over hers. For a second the real Molly was back. He knew that sort of vulnerability could only come from the good side of her. It tugged at his heartstrings. Molly lay down and yawned. The sedative hadn't completely left her system and she soon fell back to sleep. Remy sighed. There was no denying it; He really had fallen in love with her.