Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men:Evolution or it's characters. Just my OC, Molly Callum/Creature and any original characters/background characters that may pop up from time to time.
The next morning, Remy woke up bright and early like most mornings.
Except...
"Wha-?" Remy felt his left hand stuck to his hair.
"BOBBY DRAKE!"
Remy threw his door open, going down the hall and kicking in Bobby and Sam's door. Thankfully, the boy wasn't in, but this wasn't over. Not even close.
"No dice. It's not coming off." Kitty said a short time later as the team sat in The kitchen. Remy begged her to use her powers to release the goop from his hair. He'd managed to free his hand with some warm water mixed with vinegar.
"Unbelievable. This means I'm going to have to cut my beautiful hair!" Remy moaned.
"Shave it off is more like it," Kitty said, "It's stuck down to your roots!"
"No way! I'm not a fan of the buzz cut," Molly protested.
"Could always cut it all off," Rogue said, straddling a chair while holding Piotrs hand, "I think he'd look real cute bald." She smirked.
"Alors! I'd rather see all my jazz music burned and buried before that happens." Remy griped , "Bobby is grounded. Two months. No video games, no phone, no life, no hope! He's dead!"
"Remy, it's hair. Chill." Molly rubbed his arm, "We'll go to that restaurant you like for lunch later. Get your mind off of things."
"I can shave it," Kurt offered , "I know how to cut hair."
"Thanks, but I'm going to my hairdresser. " Remy said.
"You have a hairdresser? You should sue." Rogue laughed, hard.
"My hair cut happens to be easy to take care of and functional. " Remy argued.
"What? Does she put a bowl on your head every time? You're actually paying money for that?" Rogue smirked.
"Be nice, vozlyublennaya." Piotr stroked Rogues hair.
Remy just stuck out his tongue.
"I'll go with you," Molly said, examining her hairs ends, "Could really go for a wash and a trim."
"Hey, did you ever figure out what we're doing about our friend?" Kurt asked.
"Something will come to me," Remy said.
"...I don't like it," Molly looked sourly at Remys shaved head in the car after the haircut.
"I know, but it'll grow back." Remy said. He wasn't thrilled about having a shaved head the second week of November either, but it was the only way.
They then went to lunch. It was quiet, there were hardly any people in the restaurant since the lunch rush was long over with. They sat in a cozy booth. The waitress came and took their orders.
"The Rib lunch plate and water, please."
"The black bean burger, mayonnaise on the side, and power-eight to drink, please."
They talked, waiting for their orders.
"So I'm still waiting to get that sweater at the mall," Molly winked.
"We'll go this afternoon, when we're done here, " Remy said, "It's just been too busy."
Lunch and their drinks arrived at the same time. Remy was ready to eat.
They had a few bites, then sipped at their drinks. Unfortunately, to their shock, Molly's had a very lethal reaction instead.
Remy watched helplessly as Molly had a couple spasms and orange foam bubbled from her mouth, sickeningly. Her head rolled back and she fell over onto her side like she was pushed.
Remy bolted up, rushing to her.
"Baby?! Molly?! MOLLY!-Help!"
Remy pulled her out of the booth and onto the floor. She was breathing, but slowly. Remy felt her neck without hesitation. There was a pulse there. Remy had to stop and think. The hospital was closer than the Institute and their med bay.
"We're calling nine-one-one. What happened?" The waitress demanded.
"I don't know. She had a sip of her drink and just fell over. Might be poisoned, I don't know!" Remy couldn't allow himself to panic.
The ambulance arrived in a few minutes, loading Molly up on a long stretcher and then they briefly assessed her, then tied her down and rushed her into the red and white van. Remy's heart was in his throat, but he could lose it later. At least Molly was on her way to safety. She wouldn't want him to lose his mind over her, so he wouldn't. He had to remain calm. He was trained for emergency situations. Everything would be fine. (Which was easier to tell himself than to actually do, looking at her unconscious body on the stretcher.)
"Friend or family?" The young, black male EMT stopped Remy at the truck with a blue gloved hand out.
"Does it matter? That's my girlfriend and she could be dying! Just let me ride." Remy's eyes were wide with desperation.
"Sorry, it's policy. Meet us there." The EMT looked serious.
The doors shut and Remy tore out of the parking lot, burning rubber as the tires squealed on the pavement.
Remy waited by Molly's side in one of the hospital rooms. They'd taken blood samples and Hank was already assisting, being a mutant expert. Molly remained unconscious. The X-Men were delayed because of a small three man bank robbery but promised to be there as soon as possible.
Fifteen minutes later, they arrived.
"Remy, how's Molly?" Kitty suddenly phased through the door with the others following.
"No change. She's still alive at least, but she hasn't woken up yet," Remy said.
"Walk us through what happened," Scott said.
"Not much to tell. We ordered lunch and drinks. As soon as she had a swig of soda, she went down. I figure it's poison and someone's after us again," Remy shrugged.
"What was the name of the soda?"
Remy had to think back.
" ... Power-Eight."
"You're sure?"
"Certain,"
"This is bad," Scott grimaced, sitting in the closest chair, putting his hands on his head worryingly.
They summarized things for Remy. How a few years ago, the soda had been in the beginnings of production as an energy drink, but proved very harmful to only mutants. They thought they'd shut it down. Instead, they were horribly wrong.
"The internet search says a month ago, the Mister Fizzy company put it back into production as a soda. I guess there haven't been a lot of fatal mutant cases, or what there have been haven't been connected to the soda." Kitty explained, holding her phone.
"So Molly could die... " Remy's heart sank and his blood boiled all at once.
"We're not going to let that happen." Scott said, "We aren't going to do nothing. The Morlocks might still have a cure."
"Might? We're putting Molly's life on a hunch?!" Remy shouted.
"We'd never do that, Remy," Kitty touched his arm, "We just don't know for sure and we didn't think this far ahead to get the antidote before now."
"Let's go before Molly gets worse," Remy demanded.
"You stay. We'll go. You-" Scott said.
"I need to keep busy. I'll go crazy sitting here otherwise." Remy said, leading the way out.
Remy quickly changed into his spare uniform before leaving. The sewer was pretty gross and too dark.
Bricks and steel making up the area were covered in spots of slime, rats skittered about, and the rush of sewage and refuse was too close for comfort. It was almost too dark to see and strangely cold down in this dank, gross, unholy place. Wet "squick" and "squerk" sounds with every step. Liquids of unknown origin dripping everywhere. How anyone could choose to live down here was beyond Remy.
They walked a while until Remy felt something snake around his neck. Remy grabbed the invisible body and threw it over his shoulder, splashing him into the murky water with a loud, noisy splash.
"Gambit, stand down! We're not here to fight. The Morlocks are our allies." Cyclops warned.
"If they're our allies, why are they sneaking around?" Remy demanded.
Facade reappeared, standing up, wiping the grime and muck, daintily with his fingers, from his shirt. He looked annoyed, if nothing else.
"We're only trying to look out for our own," Callisto's voice said from behind them. The team turned around to see Callisto and Evan, along with a few Morlocks, like a humanized Scaleface and young Torpid.
"Sorry about Gambit. He's on edge," Nightcrawler explained.
"Things really changed at the Institute, huh? Why didn't you guys call before coming?" Evan gestured to Gambit. The kid had really grown-up since Remy had last seen him.
"It's not exactly a social visit. We need your help," Cyclops said.
They explained what was going on.
"We don't have anymore of the antidote," Evan said, " But Callisto knows how to make more. We'll go back with you. Scaleface, you're in charge. "
Remy went from all consuming worry, to cautious relief. Still, it wasn't going to be complete relief, not until Molly was safe.