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 X-Men and Remy waited in Molly's room at the hospital. Callisto was taking full advantage of the lab at the hospital, attempting to put together an anti-dote with Hank and other doctor's help. Thankfully, Hank knew how much of any medicine Molly needed by now, she'd been through so many tests and trials over the years. Remy, Kurt and Kitty were on either side of Molly, with Remy holding her hand. Scott and Rogue were sitting in chairs at the end of the bed. Evan was standing by the door.
"Remy?" Rogue said.
"Yeah?"
"Your hair doesn't look that bad."
"Thanks Roguey."
"Remy? Don't call me that."
Remy showed a small smile. His friends were behind him 100-percent.
In the quiet, Remy sat there, not for the first time, wondering if this was it. When they had moments together, he and Molly had briefly talked about funeral preparations and what they each wanted. Being a super hero and risking your life nearly every week had always proved to be dangerous work and they'd come down to the wire more times than Remy could count. He didn't want Molly to go out like this, poisoned by some idiotic soda, but you couldn't choose your death. However, Remy hadn't completely given up hope either.
Hank and Callisto came into the room with one of the doctors.
"We created an anti-dote, but it could take a few hours before Molly wakes up," Hank explained.
"Since she's been comatose this long, she's going to be very weak when she recovers," The brown haired male doctor said.
"The doctors are going to give her a full examination when she wakes up. I've never seen someone be under this long before,
but hopefully her natural morphing abilities will be an asset in this situation. She might recover better than most," Callisto said.
"Should we expect anything bad after she wakes up?" Scott asked.
"Most likely not," Hank said, "Her body might keep excising the Power-Eight, but that's all."
"Well, that paints a pleasant picture," Kurt blanched.
"Dude, you haven't changed at all!" Evan smirked.
It took until the next day for Molly to wake up. Remy, Kurt and Kitty had stayed in her room all night, sleeping in sleeping bags on the floor.
"Guys? Hey? What happened? I'm in the hopsital?-hospital?" Molly opened her eyes, sounding drained.
"Molly!" Three sets of eyes popped awake, rushing over to her in one giant group hug.
"We're so happy you're alright!"
"You almost died!"
"Kurt! Cherie, you had the whole team very worried. Could've really lost you this time," Remy held her face.
Molly just sat there looking confused. "I almost died? From _what_?! I remember lunch, then I blacked out. Can you all explain, please."
They summarized what had happened. Molly was upset she'd been asleep for a whole day, but was just overjoyed the drink hadn't actually killed her.
"Are we working on getting that crap out of production?" Molly asked.
"We're doing our best," Kurt said, "The Professor is handling things by phone, and Scott and the younger kids are going to the plant, trying to talk to the CEO."
They alerted the doctors that Molly was awake. They came in and checked her thoroughly while the three of them waited outside. When they went back in, Molly was still covered in wires, but looked much more alive than she had in the past day. "They want to keep me another day for observation. I'm hungry, let's get some break-"
Remy handed her a vomit bag in record time.
After that, no one wanted breakfast. By lunchtime, Molly still wasn't hungry, but Remy coaxed her into at least getting down some vegetable broth. Unfortunately, by late afternoon, she was taking fluids through IVs and was informed she'd have to stay another few days until the power eight had completely left her system. The stuff just wasn't going to leave quietly.
"You two should go home, get some rest. I'll stay," Remy said to Kurt and Kitty that evening.
"Alright, but call us if you need us," Kitty said, "And don't wear yourself out either."
"I won't," Remy smiled.
Kurt and Kitty said their goodbyes, and Remy got as close to Molly as the bed allowed, putting his arms around her, kissing her head.
"I wish you'd go home and get some rest," Molly griped, "I'll be fine."
"I'm not leaving. Atilla the Hun and a whole battalion of troops couldn't keep me away," Remy mused, keeping his arms around her.
"You've been watching too much History Channel," Molly smirked, "Anyway, I do appreciate it. Gives us time to ourselves for a little while."
"My favorite part, Cherie." Remy went on to play with her hair and rub her neck.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, but since Molly's going to be having an extended stay, she's going to need a quick sponge bath," An middle-aged nurse came into the room with a cart full of supplies.
"Ah, yes. The sponge bath," Remy nodded, getting up and making his way for the doors. He smirked, then being dramatic, "Please, don't be shocked or jealous! My girl obviously has a curvaceous, stunning body that would put Toccara Jones and Yasmine Bleeth to shame, easy."
Molly was left looking scarlet.
When Remy came back, Molly looked pale and washed out. "The poor dear vomited twice during the bath. That soda is still working it's way out of her system." The nurse looked sympathetic, wiping off Molly's mouth with a rag. The nurse left after taking Molly's temperature to attend to her other duties.
"Baby girl, anything I can do? Extra pillows? Massage? Cuddles?"
"Trust me, you don't want to cuddle. Squeeze too hard and it might make the rest of it come out." Molly groaned.
"Well, sickness aside, at least your still alive," Remy held her hands.
"I don't feel very alive," Molly blanched.
"I'm sure you'll feel better tomorrow, sweetheart," Remy smiled, "Now, let's get you comfortable and we'll find a movie on TV to watch."
By Sunday evening, Molly was out of the hospital a couple days and the Professor and Jean had returned,
(as had Logan). Jean and Charles seemed eager to meet the new student they'd heard so much about over the phone, but it was late.
"Well, where is he?" Jean wondered as they met Molly and Remy in the Foyer.
Remy realized the jig had to be up now. With two telepaths around, there was no way the prank was going to hold up.
"He's actually-" Remy started to say, but Molly cut him off.
"You know, I think he's doing work in the lower levels. Industrious young lad that he is." Molly chirped.
Remy did a double take. How did Molly-the world's the worst secret keeper-expect them to believe her? And why?
"Good job," Xavier smiled, "Maybe the others can learn from his example. We'll be retiring now, see you in the morning.-Ah, and good to see you back among the living, Molly." Xavier patted her arm too casually for Remy's liking. Um, hello? 'Good job you didn't die? Keep up the good work!' What a crock!
"But Professor, Molly almost died," Remy was aghast.
The professor wheeled around.
"Yes, Remy, I'm aware of that and we're all glad she didn't. I'm just as relieved as you are, trust me. We'll discuss at length in the morning."
"Yes, sir. Sorry," Remy nodded. Molly held Remy's hand as they watched Jean and the Professor leave for the elevator.
"They're tired. It was a long trip. Besides, we all know Scott is his favorite, so, like, whatever," Molly scoffed.
"Still, it bugs me. Anyway, why are you keep up the prank? And how on earth did you get them to even believe you?" Remy whispered.
Molly looked to make sure Jean and Xavier we're all the way upstairs and gone out of sight.
"You were right before. If we drop the ball and reveal everything, everyone's going to be disappointed. But, worse, we're all going to be doing dishes and cleaning up the jets for months if we get found out. So, no reveal, no punishment and no one gets disappointed. I mean, we're not _exactly_ lying since he was never real to begin with. No harm, no foul." Molly smiled.
"You have been hanging around me way too long, Cherie. What happened to the honest girl I fell for?" Remy looked surprised.
"I'm still honest, I'm just a little sneakier." Molly winked.
"Anyway, the other part? They could've seen right through you." Remy said
"I know. That's why I keep a nice mental image of us making-out in the forefront of my mind. Nobody wants to see _that_!" Molly rocked back and forth on her heels playfully, with a smile.
"You really have been hanging around with me too long, Beautiful." Remy smirked.
The next morning, everyone gathered around the breakfast table like usual.
"Now then," The professor said, after taking a sip of coffee, "We may continue our conversation from last night about how Molly is doing. I'm not surprised power-eight is back in production and I'm quite remiss that Molly was so horribly effected. We're still trying to shut it down, but it's going to take a lot of time. How are you feeling after your stay in the hospital?"
"Fine, Professor. I'm just thankful that Calissto and Mister McCoy could come up with the antidote in time. But, hey, if I do ever croak young, just remember me fondly and don't fight over my stuff," Molly winked.
"Like anyone would want your stuff," Ray butt in, "Only Big Bertha and Fat Sally could fit _your_ clothes, Lard of the Onion Rings."
"Ray, you're doing ten laps around the Danger Room after breakfast," Scott scowled, "That was uncalled-for."
Ray folded his arms, sour, but he'd basically asked for punishment on a silver platter.
Meanwhile, Molly bit her lip. It seemed to hurt a little deeper this time then most. Remy, being a good boyfriend, put an arm around her waist, rubbing her knee. He leaned over to whisper, "Remember, you're better than Toccora and Bleeth. Even combined, they wouldn't make me feel like I do around you, beautiful, lovely desire incarnate. "
That pulled Molly out of the depths of despair and put a smiled back on her face. She looked like she was about to let her mind wander to the hypothetical wedding and happily ever after, when things got serious again.
"By the way, where is mister Tuttle this morning? I thought he'd be joining us for breakfast," The Professor asked.
"Uh, I think he's studying in the library. He'll probably catch something later," Rogue piped up.
"Yes, the other day he wasn't feeling well, so no one's really seen him since he's arrived," Hank said.
"Really?" The professor looked suspicious.
Uh-oh! Time to think fast.
"Hey, proff," Remy smiled, "Tell us about the trip!"
That quickly got everyone off the subject of Johnny.
"Yeah, tell us about Europe!"
"Did you see the Eiffel Tower?"
"Did you buy real French bread?"
"Did you see Italy?"
"How's the weather there?"
The Professor launched into a discussion that left the kids interested for over an hour. After breakfast, everyone met up in Remy's room to discuss the Johnny situation again.
"We just can't keep this up anymore!" Kitty wailed, "We have to come clean."
"We?" Rogue said accusingly, "I didn't see you coming up with any excuses for Johnny this morning."
"Everyone calm down!" Remy put his hands in the time-out position, "We're fine. Everything's fine. Nothing's going to happen. I figure, in a week or two, we'll get a new student and everyone will forget Johnny even existed.-Or didn't exist? Oh, jeez, whatever!"
"That's true," Kurt said, "We're bound to get someone else eventually."
'I need the X-Men to come to my office immediately,' The Professor called out.
The kids went into the office. He found out, Remy figured. Better get out the mops, buckets and bleach, and wipe the calendar of any social events. He was going to kiss his date nights with Molly and parties farewell after this. The professor wasn't going to trust him with anything again because of such a huge prank that had fooled the entire school. Heck, this may well be grounds for kicking Remy out. Well, Scott would be thrilled.
"I just received a very important call," The Professor had this weird twinkle in his eye, "That was The President. Apparently, Michelle's mother is on his staff. She called her mother, and her mother went and told Mister President all about Johnny Tuttles' heroics. He would like to award Johnny the first Mutant medal of Commendation with a ceremony on television. He believes it would be a great encouragement to the mutant community worldwide. Isn't this fantastic news?" The professor smiled.
The team stared on in shock, eyes wide, with some mouths agape.
"...Nerp!" Molly squeaked before dead fainting into the carpet.