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.
Some hours later, Clara and her husband Fernando had three happy, healthy baby girls welcomed into the
world. The young girl was Clara's younger sister, Eliza. The baby girls were named Joanna, Jessa and
June, respectively. There was a feast for family and friends afterwards to help get Clara's strength back up, but the last
thing Molly wanted to see was food, so they stood outside for a while.
"Well, I finally got to see the miracle of birth, and it was as horrifying as I thought it would
be," Molly said. Her color was returning, but slowly.
"You're sure you don't want to go lay down?" Remy asked for the millionth time.
He'd actually asked Joseph to check to make sure his hand wasn't broken. It was his
throwing hand after all, he needed it.
"I'm really fine, Remy, thanks," Molly said. Remy had been ever the gentleman afterwards
and held back Mollys hair when she had thrown up behind a tree earlier. He couldn't blame
"As you wish, love," Remy rubbed her shoulders with both hands.
"Mmm. Just what I needed," Molly said.
"Tell you what," Remy smiled, "I'll cook dinner tonight and
you can put your feet up. We'll go on another walk and I'll
make breakfast in the morning."
"You treat me too good," Molly smiled.
"You've had to endure being free labor for days and cooking for three men on top of that,
without complaining. If anyone needs a break, it's you," Remy stopped rubbing her shoulders,
pulling her back against him by her waist, "Votre capacité à tolérer le bizarre m'étonne.
Tu fais courir mon coeur, toujours, Belle. You're doing so good putting up with all this."
"Uh, thank you. Yeah, well I still feel bad my klutzyness landed us here in the first place, believe me," Molly grimaced.
Remy turned Molly around, kissing her neck, then her mouth. He didn't care who saw.
"Yeah, but that's what you say when you break a lamp or get pregnant. Not when you travel back in time."
"I still stand by it," Remy smiled back.
The next morning, Remy had Anna over to join in breakfast. It was only the right thing to do after she let Molly stay in her home.
Remy sat between Anna and Molly, across from Peter while Joseph sat at the head of the table. Remy had put out a huge spread of food; soft and hard boiled Eggs, the bread and meats from the previous day, hot coffee, butter (a commodity here), and even managed something akin to pancakes with what was on hand. In place of syrup, there was fresh honey and honey comb imported from England.
"I've never in my life heard of a man cooking before," Anna was amazed, "Is it common where you hail from, Remy?"
"It's not very common, but a lot of men where we're from enjoy cooking. This is a bit more bland than I'm used to, but I cook with a lot of spices," Remy replied.
Halfway through the meal, Remy felt Molly's hand tenderly rubbing his knee, then his lower back. However, Remy also felt Anna's foot against the
back of his right leg.
Remy blinked rapidly underneath the bandages. This wasn't really happening, was it? His girlfriend gently caressing him and some old late forties spinster subtly making it known that she wanted a piece of him.
"Excuse me," Remy got up from the table and went outside. He took deep breaths, calming down.
He went back inside and kept eating, trying to move his leg away from Anna, but it didn't help. She stared at him, trying to make conversation.
"Remy, have you ever courted an _older_ woman?" Anna purred.
Remy heard the low growl that escaped Mollys throat as she side-eyed Anna.
"Peter, why don't you go outside and play?" Joseph said, probably sensing the tension.
Or just not wanting to expose his young son to the conversation.
"Not really, but Molly is all I want and need," Remy gripped Molly's hand.
"I see," Anna nodded.
Breakfast soon finished, but Remy knew this wasn't going to be the end of things. Joseph was back to putting Molly to work, helping him plant a new garden. Meanwhile, Remy was tasked with helping the men raise a barn. That took a lot of work, but they were finished by the late afternoon.
Remy stood in the road near the houses, unsure of what to do next.
"Remy," Anna sauntered over to him, "I could use your help with something."
Remy was of course cautious. "What?"
"Something inside my house," Anna said mysteriously.
"Maybe Joseph could-"Remy said, interrupted.
"Joseph is busy!-I mean...you're so young and strong," Anna smiled slowly,
"Surely you wouldn't mind helping me. I have a bad back."
Sure she did.
"Fine. I'll help, but I shouldn't stay long." Remy nodded.
They went inside Anna's house. It was built like every other house; One room, the walls were white inside and out and the house had but a few windows. There was an ancient looking metal sewing machine by the door, a tin tub against the far wall for bathing and a bed in the right corner of the room with the dining table in the middle.
"Sit at the table there," Anna directed.
"I'd rather stand. What is it you need?" Remy insisted.
Remy watched as Anna took out a skeleton key, locking the door from the inside.
"I need a man," Anna dropped the key down the front of her blouse like an old-time-y
vixen, eyeing up Remy with untempered lust written all over her face.
"Ohhh no. Mademoiselle, you have the wrong idea!" Remy backed away, hands up.
"Speak French to me more, my beautiful lover!" Anna cackled wildly,
chasing Remy around the small room.
They went around twice before Remy stopped. Anna was small, wiry and almost
non-threatening. Why was Remy giving into this cartoon zany-ness, being chased
around by an old maid.
"STOP!" Remy held out a hand, "I won't be-"
Too late. Anna lunged for it, tiny as she was, she was forceful, tackling Remy to the floor in an overly
passionate, messy, sloppy kiss. Remy felt her dust dry lips mash against his unpleasantly. Her scent
Remy tried to pry the old woman off, but she had a tight grip. Thankfully, she couldn't have weight more than a sack of flour, otherwise
Remy was certain he would've been struggling to breath under her forcefulness. The old lady was more spry than she looked and twice
as strong. Remy kept trying to pull her off, but it felt useless. Every time he tried to move his head, the back of Anna's hand
would force him into the kiss again and again. Remy knew some women could be desperate, but this old maid was taking the cake!
"HHHUUROOOAAAAAAAARRRRR!!" A grizzly bear flattened the front door in one fell swoop.
"A bear?!" Anna turned around, backing away from Remy and into a wall.
The bear charged at her and Anna sped past Remy, nearly tripping in her long
dress, making her way past the bear the best she could manage and out the front
entrance, screaming wildly while running headlong into the thick forest surrounding
"Molly, if that's not you, then I'm in so much trouble," Remy stood up.
He watched as Molly slowly changed back. She was wearing some modified colonial undergarments that were tighter fitting than most. A covering high-set corset and squeezing pantaloons, all cream colored. Remy would've been drooling over her, if not for the circumstances.
"Marie-Claire saw everything from outside and ran to warn me," Molly explained,
"I did the only thing I could think of."
"I see you solved your, uh, issue from the other day," Remy said.
"Well, I had to do something! Now, about Anna kissing you..." Molly trailed, still irritated
from Anna's acts.
"That woman was harder to pry off than Velcro. I won't make the mistake of being alone with her again and, of course, you're the only woman I want
to kiss," Remy looked charming.
"Good. Maybe you could get my dress for me, please? I left it behind the house," Molly said,
"Okay, but, are you even wearing anything under that? Because if you aren't, you do
realize I'm totally seeing you in your underwear right now," Remy said, being cheeky with
"I-I thought it's more like a bathing suit, you know," Molly blushed, quickly turning around.
"Whatever you say, my curvaceous, stunning, angel," Remy left to retrieve the dress,
still in disbelief of how attractive Molly he was.
Remy quickly found the dress and brought it back around to the front of the house. He didn't quite understand how he received so much attention
from women while Molly _wasn't_ getting hit on by other men every second of the day. Not that Remy wanted that to happen, but logically, from Remy's viewpoint, with that kind of body Molly should've been beating men off with a stick on a daily basis.
Remy shook his head in quiet thought, tossing the dress inside the house, while he turned around to block the door so Molly could dress. Maybe Molly not getting attention was just one of those unexplainable things. No matter, since Remy had all the love and appreciation of ten men to adore Molly with, for her body, mind and everything else that she was.
Votre capacité à tolérer le bizarre m'étonne. Tu fais courir mon coeur, toujours, Belle=
Your ability to tolerate the bizzare astounds me. You make my heart race, always, Beautiful.