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.
"Uh, she's just in shock!" Remy smiled, trying not to sweat, "We'll take her to her room. Uh, thanks professor. We'll let Johnny know.
H-he's going to be thrilled!" He picked Molly up, heading out with the crew trailing behind him.
"Totally ecstatic," Kitty chimed in.
"Over the moon," Kurt said.
"Tickled more pink than a pig in a polka dot dress!" Rogue said, immediately getting odd stares. "Something this cashier in Mississippi used to say."
They rushed Molly to her room, laying her on the bed.
"This is bad, this is bad, this is baaaaad!" Kurt bit his nails.
"You're telling me!" Kitty griped, "We were not prepared for this!"
Molly woke up, sitting up and groggily holding her head. "What's going on?"
"Nothing good," Remy said.
"Did the Proff really say Johnny is going to get a medal?" Molly asked, "We can't fix this."
"We can fix this," Rogue said, looking very sly with a creepy grin on her make-up clad face.
"How? How can we fix this?" Remy grabbed her by her shoulders, "We are doomed. You hear me, woman? DOOMED!"
"First, hands off," Rogue shrugged off Remy's grip, "Second, we do what every good story does. We kill off our main character.
We have to kill Johnny Tuttle."
The plan was slightly elaborate. First, they had to go see Forge for him to create a new image to put into Kurt's image inducer.
Second, they had to have a few eyewitnesses to what was about to happen.
So, they planned a little outdoor activity, even though it was the beginning of winter already. A little outdoor sing along with some hot chocolate and Rogue's guitar, Sam's guitar, and a few other fitting instruments. Many of the students were gathered around a new fire pit bought just for the occasion. (They'd convinced the Professor to buy it, thankfully.) Logan had returned, but didn't want to take part, which was a relief. The man could smell a dead body miles away, or none to be had, in this case. Everyone was dressed warmly in sweaters and boots, cozy for outdoor weather. This was going to be memorable, if nothing else.
"Hey everyone, what's going on? Sorry I've been hiding out lately. I'm Jonny," 'Johnny' (Kurt in disguise) came up to the party, sitting in a lawn chair.
Everyone was wildly excited to meet the boy. Girls started giving him hugs, boys shook his hand and slugged him affectionately in the arm.
They'd made sure Kurt was properly covered down to his hands underneath the hologram. The chatter was ongoing for about ten minutes, asking him loads of questions.
"Do you really know Beyonce?"
"How's your Star Wars collection coming?"
"Are you still single?"
"You're too cute! So are you _really_ a great kisser?"
"Yes, great, yes, and maybe you can find out sometime, Sweetheart," the boy smirked.
Thank heavens Kurt could act his butt off. It seemed a natural talent for him to perform after years in a circus troupe.
"Hey, uh, Johnny? You want to go get us more firewood? It's in the shed out there," Remy spoke up.
"Sure buddy," 'Johnny' nodded, getting up and going to the shed.
Remy had been practicing with his powers the last few months. He'd always known he could charge things by looking at them, but he'd been using the power only rarely, preferring the accuracy of touching objects instead. Remy thought it would come in handy though, so he built it up. Now it was going to pay off in ways he hadn't foreseen before. There couldn't be any clue about what was going to happen next was his doing. He watched 'Johnny' go into the shed, then Remy looked up to see Kurts eyes glowing up in a tree out at the beginning of the woods. Good. Remy stared at the shed, concentrating.
Staring at it...
...A little more.
...More.
BUH-BOOM! BOOM!
The shed exploded in a huge, beautiful fireball. Pieces of wood and bits of metal from the roof fell all over the yard. Hot glass fell down in just huge shards and pieces. The wood and other things inside had gone up as well, with similar bits and pieces hailing down to the sky in a firestorm of chards and chunks. There was nothing left.
"What on earth?!" Jean yelped.
"Johnny was in there!" Amara was actually crying.
Everyone had similar shock. Remy felt bad, but it was the only way out. Maybe, one day, when they were much older, he'd tell them the whole truth. Now, though, it was about saving skins.
"Ohh no," Remy put a hand to his mouth, "Johnny?! I'll go check and see-!" Remy made a run for it, but the professor stopped him, holding an arm out.
"No Remy! No. I don't sense anything. He's...he's gone. I'm sorry, everyone." The Professor was as much in shock as everyone else.
Everyone went inside. The team volunteered to clean up the mess first thing in the morning, of course, so no one would get suspicious. Now, the hard part would be pretending to grieve and be sad for a while. They were going to have to inact some Oscar worthy performances under their sleeves to pull this off.
"I don't want to eat," Molly frowned.
Remy shoved a plate at Molly the next morning at breakfast.
"Baby, you have to," Remy coaxed.
"No. I'm going up to my room. Don't follow me," Molly pushed away her plate.
They'd rehearsed the night before and pulled it off without a hitch.
"Is she going to be alright?" Jean asked, holding Scott's hand on top of the table.
"She's upset, we all are. Johnny wasn't here for very long," Remy said.
"Yes, ah, I'm having trouble locating a return address for Johnny and a phone number," The Professor said, "We need to contact his mother as soon as we can."
Whoops! Chink in the plan.
"I'll find it," Remy said, "In fact, I'll go see her in person and break the news. Bring Kurt along, if that's alright."
"That's very generous of you, Remy. Thank you," Charles said.
A day a way from this madhouse. Ahh, perfection.
Remy dug through boxes to look credible and did an internet search. There was a house for sale in Texas. He scribbled in the address into Johnny's file. He decided a phone number would just get them into deeper crap, so he'd figure out something later. Within a few hours, Remy and Kurt were in Texas, downing ribs and other various meats in one of the best barbecue restaurants in the state.
"Best worst news delivery trip ever!" Kurt sighed, grabbing another rib and tucking in.
"Yeah. Wish we could've brought everyone along. Or at least Rogue. She might've enjoyed this," Remy smiled.
"Nah. She's more into all the southern foods. Not much for barbecue," Kurt said, "But she'd probably love the fried chicken plate."
Remy stared at the piles (and piles!) of food they'd ordered. Ribs, chicken, pork, barbecued pork bits, steak, chicken wings, candied bacon, coleslaw, green beans, mac and cheese, baked beans, cornbread, fried okra, chitlins, pork loin, baby back ribs, beef tips, and absolutely massive banana and chocolate cream pies. He could pack it away on his best day, but he was starting to get pretty full.
The plate of ribs beckoned him like a sticky, sweet hickory and molasses based temptress of meat. Okay, one more.
"You know, I felt a little bad, but this makes _all_ the guilt go away," Remy gnawed on the rib.
"You said it," Kurt smiled, his fur around his mouth ridiculously smeared in sauce.
They killed time napping in the jet, because the food just knocked them out, then they headed home.
Molly was in the hanger waiting for them.
"Sweetheart, you look white as a sheet, what's wrong?" Remy held her shoulders.
"Very, very bad news. Probably. The Professor wants to see us upstairs right now. Everyone else is already waiting." Molly said.
Everyone joined once again in the Professors office, plus the teachers.
"How did Johnny's mother take the news, Remy?" Jean looked gravely somber.
"Oh, well, she didn't take it lightly. We did what we could, but it'll just take time. She was beside herself, just right through the heart," Remy said.
"And ribs," Kurt piped up unhelpfully, earning him a hard jab in the side from Remy.
"Poor thing," Scott said, "We should send her a card."
"No!" Remy and Kurt said.
"Ach, guys! She lost her only son!" Kurt put a hand to his head, "That is _not_ something you send a card for."
"You're right, we should call her," Hank said.
"Noooo," Molly shook her head, "It's too impersonal. Remy and Kurt did enough. Leave the poor woman alone to grieve. Please, guys."
"How is it imper-?" Logan started.
"So, Professor," Kitty interrupted, "What's the news?"
"I took a special trip this morning to give The President the news of Johnny's untimely death firsthand. He was just as shocked as the rest of us. But, all isn't lost. He had the brilliant idea of hosting Johnny's funeral service at the white house and awarding the medal of commendation posthumously. Remy, since you knew Johnny best, I thought it would be fitting if you gave the eulogy."
Now Remy felt like fainting.
"Oh, yeah," Molly couldn't hold back a smirk, "Remy's got this, Professor. It'll be like he's making the whole thing up!"