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.
Later that evening, after Remy had received the be all and end all of chewing-outs from Scott and Logan, there was a knock at Remy's door. It was Molly, looking _super_ groggy. "What's going on? I feel like I've been asleep for hours."
"You have been asleep for hours, Petite," Remy led her to the bed, "Come sit down."
He summarized what had happened. How she started losing it and her friends had to do the near unthinkable and knock her out with medication, practically against her will. Molly didn't look happy, but she understood.
"I could've ruined everything," Molly frowned, "I'm sorry Remy."
"No. Your instinct to do good just kicked in. You don't want to see anyone get hurt or feel bad. It's always been one of the things I've loved best about you, Molly. However, this wasn't really the best time for it either. You had a point. If we'd let the cat out of the bag tonight, it wouldn't have gone well for anyone involved. This was just one of those sad, weird situations to let people believe what they need to in order to keep the peace and get by. Even the President. And everyone else we care about."
"I know. I promise I'll go with it to my grave," Molly smiled, "Man, this would make good black mail material for you."
"...You wouldn't," Remy side eyed her, "Baby, I give you everything. Why would you ever want to blackmail me?"
Molly shrugged. "I don't know. In case, you do something monumentally stupid again. Or cheat on me. Something like that."
"Like I could ever cheat. You'd kill me first." Remy laughed.
"Oh, I _so_ would," Molly nodded, smirking.
"So," Remy said, getting up from the bed with Molly. "Now that you're awake, why don't we finish that video game we started a couple days ago?" They made their way out of the room.
"Good idea. Say Remy? You think there's really a Johnny Tuttle out there somewhere? With a mom and stuff, just like we said?" Molly wondered.
"There's no telling, baby girl. Who knows? If there is, I'm sure he's got a much better backstory and more interesting life than we ever came up with." Remy smiled.
"Really? Knowing Beyonce? Saving Orphans? That's pretty interesting," Molly said.
"Well maybe he's Yasmine Bleeth's boyfriend, I don't know!" Remy threw his hands up in frustration.
"Hmm. Maybe one day we'll get to meet him and find out," Molly smiled.