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. I don't own the song 'Rock Around the Clock Tonight', or the show Happy Days and it's characters. Their respective owners do.
A short time later, they reached the wall.
"Let me listen and see if there's anyone on the other side," Creature morphed into a fennick fox, its huge ears and great hearing useful for this type of situation.
The talking was muffled, but there were definitely beings of some sort talking on the other side.
Gambit lightly charged a hole in the wall, big enough for them to step through. When the piece of wall dissipated away, they were surprised to see four orange male aliens with beaks for mouths, claw hands, humanoid eyes, and sporting antennae. They were all around a card table. They were in the middle of a card game. There was a water cooler in the corner, so this was a break room of some sort.
Gambit peeked over the closest aliens shoulder, casually. He shook his head with a "tsk, tsk" sound.
"You'll never win anything with that hand. Better fold while you're ahead."
The alien threw his cards down, looking bitter and disappointed.
"Gambit, we gotta go!" Creature pointed to the door.
"Later, hommes!" Gambit waved, "Maybe deal me in next time?"
The two went out into a dark, blue-grey hallway. There were doors everywhere.
"Now what? Walk around and expect a fight or pick a door?" Creature wondered.
"Pick a door. I need a minute before we get into a scuffle. Whatever's behind these has to be better than getting my butt handed to me," Gambit put his hand on the nearest doorknob.
They went inside.
Again, the room was mostly dark with no other occupants.
Uh-oh.
POP!
"Molly!" Kurt threw his arms around her. It was just Kurt, Molly and Remy in the...wait, why was everything so retro looking? They were in some kind of crazy fifty's diner. Black and white tiles on the floor, a jukebox to their right, a kitchen window behind them and ahead of them were orange booths with a few random teenage kids eating burgers and sipping chocolate malteds. Molly looked down. She was dressed in perfect nineteen-fifties attire. A red poodle skirt, white blouse and a red scarf around her neck. She looked over at Kurt and Remy. Remy was dressed in a black leather jacket, white shirt, jeans and black boots. (Hmm. Might have to convince him to wear that back home. Pretty hot.) Kurt was dressed like a nerd, Molly had to admit, in a preppy blue sweater, button down white shirt, and tan pants.
"What is this? Where are we?" Kurt asked.
An imaginary TV audience laughed at him. The kids looked around, but there was no one.
"Oh! We're in that old show. Happy-" Remy started to say.
"Guys? Is it really you?" Scott said from behind them.
"Scott! Jean! Kitty!" Molly ran over and hugged them all. They were dressed similarly. Scott was preppy in a brown sweater, the girls were, well, girly looking (Again with the poodle skirts, except Kitty's of course, had a white cat), in dark pink and green respectively.
"Where's Rogue?" Kurt wondered.
The girls (marked 'dolls') bathroom door opened and shut. Everyone looked over.
"R-Rogue?" Remy smiled, making that 'I'm trying not to laugh' suffocated snorting noise.
Rogue was dressed in a pink sweater and a yellow poodle skirt...with her hair in yellow bows, styled in pigtails. Her makeup was now a shocking pink lipstick with not a hint of eye-shadow and some actual blush.
"Not one single word, Cajun. Otherwise, I will kill you in your sleep. Slowly," Rogue threatened.
"Wasn't gonna say nothing Roguey. Y-you look...you look..." Remy was having a hard time resisting giving her grief, Molly could tell.
"You look nice, Rogue. Blush suits you," Molly supplied.
"Thanks. I guess," Rogue said.
"Anyway," Scott spoke up, "We need to find a way out of h-"
"Molly! Molly!" A brunette housewife with short hair, (in a navy polka dot skirt), came running in, "How many times have I told you not to hang around that Remy boy? He's a delinquent! A high school drop out. You're coming home with me and getting right to your homework and after dinner, we're going to have a long talk with your father about these dating shenanigans."
"Oh jeez," Molly mumbled, putting a hand to her face (the imaginary audience laughed again). She had to think fast, "Look, 'mom', Remy is a great guy. He always gets me home on time, and gives me his coat when it's cold out. He may be a high school drop out, but he helps me with my homework and always pays when we go to the movies. Can we have him over for dinner and you can see for yourself?"
"M'amselle, I assure you, I only have Molly's best interests in mind," Remy put his hand on his chest in a slight bow.
"Really?" A big bully in a letter-man jacket from across the room said, "That's not what I heard. I heard they went to Look Out Point the other night and had a real good time." (The audience made cat-call noises.)
"Molly!" the housewife gasped, "Is this true?"
"It's not true," Jean said, "Molly and us girls were studying. Weren't we girls?"
"That's right," Rogue said, "And anyone who says different can take it outside with me."
(The audience laughed hysterically.)
"...I'm going to _kill_ Mojo," Rogue vowed.
"Yeah, I was with them," Molly said, "So can Remy come over for dinner? Then you can decide wether we
can keep seeing each other?"
"Oh alright," the housewife agreed, "I suppose he looks like a nice boy. But, I still think you should give Kurt a chance. He's sweet and look how well groomed he is." She pinched Kurt's cheek before leaving.
"Now can we please look for an exit?" Scott asked.
"Wait, wait! I gotta do one thing first," Remy smiled. He walked over to the jukebox, leaned on it casually, then hit it with a closed fist, like some old greaser. (Was Remy born in the wrong century? Molly gave pause.) It played instantly, setting the scene with the old hit 'Rock Around the Clock'.
"'Eyyyy!" Remy gave the team a thumbs up.
They walked the streets of the town that Mojo World had set up. It was cliche and perfect. White picket fences, cute pastel houses, perfect lawns...and more white people than you could shake a stick at.
"I feel _so_ uncomfortable," Molly shuddered.
"Well, you know...you're here," Remy blinked, "I know you're only half Hispanic, but it counts for something. I know what you mean though. There's probably not a Cantina or Indian Market within two hundered miles." The kids had really gotten used to Bayville picking up some of New York City's multi-cultural influence.
"You're forgetting that this place isn't even real," Scott pointed out, "So don't get too weirded out by it."
"Yeah, so says the guy that fits right in," Kitty rolled her eyes.
Molly shook her head. "Hey...you all are straight up _white_. Don't pretend to be all culturally sensitive and whatever when you blend into this place like wallpaper! Chicos y chicas _blancos_, ¡todos temerosos de la salsa picante! Hay muchos bebés!"
Everyone stopped walking a minute and stared at her, embarrassed.
"Sorry for being a bit insensitive Molly," Kitty smiled, "Whatever we are, we're still a team. Right?"
"Right," Molly smiled and they bumped fists.
"Uh, guys, where are we even going?" Kurt asked.
They stopped in the middle of the sidewalk.
"Good question," Scott said, "Why don't we split up. Everyone look for an exit. We'll regroup back at my place, it's that green house there."
"Okay, but Molly has to be home in time for dinner," Remy smirked, running alongside Molly.
"Remy?"
"Yes, ma couer?"
Molly gave him a friendly, loving punch in the arm.
They searched until it got dark with no leads. They met back at Scott's fake house.
"There has to be a way out of this show," Rogue said.
"Well, we know it's a TV show," Remy said, "If we figure out the rest of the plot, maybe we'll get moved on to the next show until we figure out how to leave the place completely."
"Well...we know Molly's 'mom' wants her to be with Kurt, so maybe that's the whole plot. Kurt 'picks' Molly and the parents are satisfied," Kitty said, "In theory."
"You're probably right," Jean said, "Nothing else left to do but try it."
"Speaking of," Rogue said, "Weren't you two supposed to go to Molly's place for dinner?"
"I'm not worried," Remy said calmly, leaning back into a comfy chair with his arms behind his head, "I'm a bad boy who doesn't follow the rules. I can bring her home anytime I want."
"Remy, you know not really The Fuzz, right?" Scott said.
"It's 'The Fonz', you nerd, and yes, I know that," Remy said, "I meant in real life, too."
Scott looked at Remy dryly. Like he wanted to blow a hole through his perfect face.
"Anyway, we should go," Molly stood, going for the door, "We'll meet you back here after."
"Sure you will," Kitty smirked.
"We will!" Molly insisted, looking upset as her eyebrows knit together and her mouth frowned.
"We're coming back," Remy said, "But in case we're not back in like three hours, don't wait up."
"I told you. He wants time _alone_," Kitty kept smirking.
The door slammed so loud they heard it in Aubu Dabi.
"So, angel face, how do you even know how to get there?" Remy asked as they walked the dark streets alone, hand-in-hand.
"Ah, I think Mojo sent me an address. One of those electronic screens popped up in the bathroom before we left the diner with a street address. It should be up this way." Molly said.
"Gotcha. Uh, maybe when we're through-"
"Remy, we have to find a way to get out of here. We can make-out anytime at home," Molly smiled gently.
"I wasn't going to say that. I was going to say when we're done with dinner, before we sneak back, maybe we could take another look at that library we found. I had a good feeling about finding an exit there. I don't have as much of a one track mind as you think I do, Petite," Remy rubbed her head sweetly.
"Right. Sorry," Molly apologized.
"But I wouldn't be opposed to a little-" Remy raised his eyebrows.
"Remy!" Molly shoved him playfully.
"Well, I wouldn't," Remy smirked.
Eventually, they reached the house.
Molly opened the door, only to see an average height, portly balding man holding a shotgun, aiming it at Remy's face.
"Um, guess this means I'm not staying for dinner?" Remy held up his hands.
"Hey, we don't have to do things like this," Molly said, trying to remain calm. Fake world or no, a gun was a gun. Who knew what rules Mojo had set in place. The gun might be able to kill Remy in one shot, or just shoot harmless bubbles. "It's all good."
"Molly, we've been worried sick. You were supposed to be home when the streetlights came on. Get inside," Her pretend father said.
"But I-" Molly protested.
"Do what he says, Petite," Remy nodded, putting his hands behind his head, "It'll be alright."
Molly went inside and upstairs. "Her" door was wide open, a room full of pink and teddy bears, with a cord phone on the nightstand. It wasn't much to look at, white carpet, with a four-poster bed and a trunk against the far wall. There was a window and a window seat across from the door. The perfect way out.
Molly had to think this through properly. She didn't have experience sneaking out, but she'd seen movies. She arranged the pillows and bears on the bed to a person shape, then opened the window and scaled halfway down the trellis on the side of the house. The stupid skirt was not going to morph with her, that was obvious. She had gotten halfway downthe trellis when Remy appeared on the ground.
"I'll catch you!" Remy said from below.
"Yeah, right!-Woah!" Molly fell back after the trellis just disappeared from existence. Mojo's handy work.
Remy actually managed to catch her in his arms, as if they'd practiced it a million times. His strong arms felt warm and safe. And, as usual, his beautiful eyes made her heart thunder. Remy wasn't perfect, but in many ways, all his attributes made her feel so much and fall more in love with him every day.
"I could've been killed! You went and..." Molly kissed him desperately. It was a little corny, but when she had the picture of literally breaking her neck in her head, a tiny bit of cornyness was a good payoff for being alive.
"Mmmh. Lovely, but we need to get away from here post-haste, my love," Remy set her down and they made a break for it back to Scott's place.
This adventure was insane, but Molly was relieved that Remy and the team was there and that she wasn't going through it alone.
"...Let me get this straight. You ran away?" Scott wasn't happy.
"Well, I wasn't about to stay there and get lectured, I'll tell you that!" Molly huffed, arms crossed, "Scott, come on, we may not be playing to the script, but I'm not about to get jerked around by Mojo and I know none of you are either. We'll stay the night here and work it out in the morning. I'm exhausted." Molly flopped onto the couch next to Kurt and Kitty.
"Alright, alright. We'll regroup in the morning. There's an extra bedroom upstairs. Rogue, Kitty and Molly in mine and Jeans room, Kurt and Remy in the guest room." Scott said, looking tired, even if you couldn't see his eyes. (For whatever reason, it was a relief that Scott didn't have parents in this reality. It would've complicated things a little too much.)
"'Night baby," Remy caught Molly before everyone headed upstairs, giving her their usual goodnight kiss.
"'Night honey," Molly smiled, "Hope tomorrows calmer."
"Your 'parents' are probably going to go crazy looking for you, so I doubt it," Remy winced, "We'll just hang in there as long as we can. After all, can't let Mojo keep jerking our chains."
"THIS IS THE POLICE. EVERYONE INSIDE, COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!"
Molly blinked as the sunlight streamed through the window. It was morning again.
"Mmnh. I don't remember any police raids on 'Happy Days'," Molly groaned, sitting up and rubbing her eyes.
The kids got up and piled out the front door. A large crowd of spectators had gathered in front of the two cop cars outside.
the police were holding their guns at the house, positioned behind the cars, with yellow wooden barricades in front of everything to keep the onlookers away. A bit much for an idyllic fifty's setting, but at least Molly's life never proved to be boring!
"Molly!" her 'mother' shrieked from the head of the crowd, "Darling, it's going to be alright. We don't blame you for that hooligan kidnapping you."
"Ugh. I'm done," Molly said, rolling her eyes. She tried to use her powers to turn into a grizzly bear, but they didn't work.
Tiger? No go.
She couldn't even turn into a dog!
"Uh, guys? My powers aren't working," Molly said.
"Oh great," Kitty griped, "What else could go wrong?"
"Kurt, return Molly to her parents and ask her out," Jean suggested.
"What?!" Kurt looked surprised, "Oh, right. The plot."
"...Really?" Remy said dryly.
"It might be the only way to get out of this," Jean said.
"Fine," Molly and Kurt groaned.
Kurt led Molly up past the barricade and to her pretend family.
"Oh Molly! I'm so glad you're alright! Are you hurt? You should really know better!" Her fake mother fretted.
"Yes," Molly grit her teeth, "I should know better. I'm sorry for ever troubling you. Remy is such a bad influence. Kurt really is a very sweet boy."
"Er, Molly? Would you like to, uh, go steady with me?" Kurt smiled.
Molly swallowed. The prospect of ever dating her best friend just was _not_ appealing!
"I'd...ugh...I'd love to! You're peachy keen, Kurt!" Molly over acted.
Her fake parents and the entire crowd seemed to look at them expectantly.
Molly looked back at the team. Jean was mouthing the word kiss over and over.
Kurt and Molly vehemently shook their heads no.
'Kiss!'
Shaking heads.
'Kiss!'
Shaking heads.
"KISS OR I'M GIVING YOU SIX AM DANGER ROOM SESSIONS EVERY SATURDAY FOR A MONTH!" Scott yelled in frustration.
"Sorry Molly," Kurt apologized. He went in for it first.
Molly hated to admit it, but it made her think of kissing a stuffed animal for a few seconds. Then it slowed. Kurt knew what he was doing and, really, not a bad kisser for a guy with a tail.
The crowd cheered (and Remy looked none too happy), but the ordeal was over with. The plot had come to its resolution. Kurt and Molly walked back to their friends. "Sorry Remy! It was for the greater good, you understand," Kurt apologized.
"Um, sorry sweetie. It didn't mean anything," Molly smiled.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever," Remy pouted, leaning against the doorframe.
Everyone seemed to breathed a sigh of relief.
The team couldn't relax long however. Four portals appeared behind them, sucking in everything, causing gusts of wind to kick up leaves and dirt in its wake. The grass whooshed around under their feet as if it were a storm. Kurt was quickly pulled into one in with a loud whoosh sound, then Scott, Jean and Kitty into another. Molly and Remy grabbed each others hands, intent on not being separated again. The pull was practically magnetic, like getting sucked into a whirlpool. It was going to rip them apart eventually. Their hair blew around and there was so much pull and blowing wind, Molly's eyes watered. She couldn't let go of Remy! No! He was her protector, her lifeline. Likewise, she had to think of his well-being too. Molly wouldn't let anything bad happen to him on her watch. Not again.
"I'll find you! I promise, Molly! Whatever happens, be careful." Remy swore to her.
They held on as long as they could, their hands slipping apart hooked down to the fingers, eventually ripping away from each other. Molly fell back into an empty blue and white portal, wondering what was next. Whatever it was, Molly promised herself they were going to give Mojo nightmares when this was all over with.
translation:
_White_ boys and girls, all afraid of hot sauce! Bunch of babies!