Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men:Evolution, The X-Men comics series or any of Marvel's characters. Just my OC, Molly Callum/Creature and any original characters/background characters that may pop up from time to time.
"These trackers are on a wide band and should keep tabs on you, even if you cross into another dimension," Hank explained later in the downstairs infirmary/lab. It was nothing more than a tiny red button the size of a pinhead that could be attached to the skin. Hank attached them to the remaining four team members.
"Good to know," Kurt said, "But does it get ESPN and Cinemax?"
"Kurt, be serious," Rogue said, "Everyone's missing. We gotta get a handle on this fast."
"Or at least be careful," Molly said, "Something we're doing could be triggering us to disappear. Or maybe it's just random, we don't know."
"Molly's right. We need to be careful and take things slow. We should stick together until bedtime, that way, we'll have each others backs," Remy said, taking on the leader role rather quickly.
"Agreed, and don't stress out about this. We'll figure it out in time, I'm sure," Xavier said, "Go upstairs and try to keep preoccupied. We'll hold down things here."
The kids left the infirmary.
"Preoccupied, he says," Molly grumbled, "What? We're supposed to play Parcheesi and watch movies, waiting for the pop sound?"
Silence.
"We could clean Molly's room," Kurt joked, trying to ease the tension.
Everyone, including Molly, finally laughed a little.
"Seriously, why don't we go upstairs and just chill in front of the TV. The Proff's right, stressing out about this isn't going to do us any good," Remy suggested, "Any distraction is better then nothing."
"That is if we can all keep from fighting over the remote," Rogue said.
Soon enough, it was bedtime. Strangely, none of them had disappeared and the rest of the students remained safe, none of them disappearing either at random. Except the kids weren't about to breathe a sigh of relief yet.
"...Maybe we could-"
"No,"
"But what if-"
"No"
"Cherie, we're not gonna-"
"Nuh-uh,"
"You don't even know what I-"
"You want us to share a room together. Been down that road before, it didn't end well," Molly glowered.
"Yeah, but I was thinking the four of us could. You know, make it a little less...questionable," Remy said.
"And have to put up with you two giving each other goo-goo eyes? No thanks," Rogue rolled her eyes.
Oh, right. Molly forgot about the huge fight between her and the girls.
"Alright, listen Rogue. Jean's not here, so I'll hash this out with you. I know I've been selfish with Remy and I'm sorry. We're going to work on it," Molly said, "I admit it, I'm not a very good girlfriend, but now I know I have to appreciate Remy and everything he does for me more. And I won't throw it in everyone's faces anymore, because I know I do that, uh, a lot. So I'm sorry for making you and everyone feel bad."
"...Thanks for apologizing," Rogue said, "The bragging _was_ getting annoying."
"Yeah, it's my other talent after sticking my foot in my mouth," Molly said, looking a little embarrassed.
"Moving on," Kurt said, "We know we're leaving at some point, there's no getting around it. Might as well be in our own beds when it happens, right?"
Everyone was in agreement.
Kurt and Rogue parted, leaving Molly and Remy standing alone in the hallway.
"Uh, sorry," Remy apologized, "You know I wasn't trying anything, right, baby?-Right?"
"I know," Molly smiled slowly, "You just want to keep us all safe, that's all. It's very admirable. Very manly.
Very sweet." Molly ran a hand over his chest a couple times, then let her hand drop.
"Anything for you and the team, Elue," Remy smiled, holding her hands, "If I disappear during the night, don't worry too much. Where ever it is we're all being taken to, I'm sure they want us there alive and we'll be reunited soon. Sleep safe and sound, okay?" Remy bent down and kissed her unforgettably.
"I probably won't sleep, but okay," Molly said, "Same to you."
"I won't sleep either," Remy laughed, "Just hope I see you in the morning."
Molly hugged him, hard.
"Don't talk like that. I'm worried enough as it is."
Remy hugged her back.
"It'll be alright, Molly. We always get through all our challenges. Everytime."
The next morning, Molly hit the ground running, going straight to Remy's room. Manners were irrelevant now. She swung the door open, only to find the bed was untouched. Remy had disappeared before even getting a chance to sleep.
Molly high tailed it to the Professor's office.
"Professor! Remy is gone! Wh-who's left?" Molly demanded, tears in her eyes. She rubbed them away.
"I'm afraid it's just you now, Molly, I'm sorry," Xavier said, "We'll fi-"
POP!
Molly's vision went blurry for a moment. She was aware of standing on some hard surface.
Her vision cleared, and it was like she was in a spotlight with darkness around her.
That was all she saw, because she blacked out.
"Uhnnnh?" Molly groaned, coming to. She was laying on a cold floor.
"She's awake!" Kitty said.
"Kitty? Wha-?" Molly sat up slowly, rubbing her head. She had a pounding headache. It wasn't unbearable, but it was strong. Her friends were standing around in their uniforms, and she was wearing hers too. The floor was grey, the walls matched except one dark grey panel. The room was one big tube shape, probably four hundred feet all around.
Kitty helped her to her feet. Remy came over, pulling Molly into his arms a moment.
"Head hurts, I know Cherie," Remy rubbed around Mollys forehead, "It's going to pass. It'll be okay, at least you're safe."
"How long has everyone been here? And _where_ is here?" Molly looked around at everyone.
"Just a couple days for most of us," Jean said, "We've gotten food and water, and that dark grey panel is a bathroom, but we haven't seen anyone."
"We figure it's not the Splicers again," Cyclops said, "It could be anyone."
"Or anything," Nightcrawler said, tail swishing around agitatedly.
"This is weird," Molly going away from Remy to lean against the wall, "So I take it you checked everything like five times? Definitely no way out?"
"Proof positive no way out," Rogue said.
"Crap," Molly spat, "Should I fly up and-"
"Tried it. There's nothing up there," Jean said.
"Don't worry, ma ange, we'll get out one way or another," Remy came up and rubbed her arm affectionately.
"Head still hurts," Molly frowned, "I'm going to make whoever put us here's life _miserable_ once we get out."