Wake Me up When September in The Colonies End Ch 2

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.

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When Remy blinked again, the two of them were outside, in sunlight. Remy looked around. They were in some big field in the middle of nowhere.
Nothing but tall wheat, grass and some trees in the distance.

"Whatever we did, I'm sorry!" Molly yelped.

"It was an accident, but I was right. Going to Forge's house is nothing but trouble," Remy said, "I think I see a fire burning out there. Maybe it's a campsite. We'll get some bearings and be home in no time."

They walked to where the fire was burning, but it was a long walk.
"It's weird, but I don't see any big buildings or telephone poles or whatever.
Are we in the Midwest? The middle of nowhere?" Molly remarked.

"I'm telling you, its some campsite," Remy said, "Nothing to worry about."
Molly had good instincts, but Remy was trying to be optimistic. He'd sincerely
hoped Forge's device hadn't sent them to midlevel times or something.

Sometime later, they got closer to the fire.

Unfortunately, the fire was roasting a whole pig on a spit...surrounded by a village of wooden houses with thatched, straw roofs...and the villagers were dressed in colonial garb. Colonial as in Paul Revere and George Washington and all that.

Remy and Molly had their mouths hanging open until Remy had the good sense to pull them out of sight behind one of the houses.

"Well, this is slightly better then I was imagining," Remy whispered, "Not much though."

"I was right. I knew we weren't somewhere familiar!" Molly said.

"...Hello?" A small voice said.

The two looked down to see a boy around ten. He had blonde hair and was decked out in a tweed cap, white shirt, tan colonial pants, white tights and shoes.

"Hello," Molly and Remy answered blankly.

"You're dressed strangely. Do you need help?" The boy said in a English accent.

"No," Remy said.

"Yes!" Molly said.

"One moment," Remy said. The two huddled.

"We're going to stick out. We don't know how long we'll be here. We'll need clothes and a place to stay. He might have parents with extra clothes."

"We can make it on our own," Remy insisted.

"Really? Have you ever been to early colonial America?" Molly furrowed her brow.

Okay, Molly had him dead to rights.
"Alright, but how much do you know?" Remy countered.

"A little about it, but I just know we're going to need help," Molly said,
"...And we're going to need to do something about your eyes."

Molly turned back to the boy.
"Yes, we'll need your help. First, we need a long strip of cloth, like a bandage. Can you get that, please?"

"Papa's a doctor. Yes ma'am. Stay here, I'll be back soon!"

They waited a few minutes and the boy came back, handing Molly a rolled up bandage. Molly handed it to Remy, who begrudgingly wrapped it
around his eyes, becoming blind as a bat.

"I'm Peter," The young boy introduced himself.

"I'm Molly and this is Remy," Molly said, "Remy has an eye condition that might...upset...people, so that's why he's going to need to cover up
his eyes. We're travelers. How does your papa feel about strangers?"

"Oh, Papa likes everyone! That's why he's a doctor," Peter said cheerfully, "Come on, I'll take you to go see him."

They walked a short distance until they came upon another wooden house. They went inside to see a small man with brown hair and a clean shaven face,
except for  a mustache, wiping his hands on a white apron. "Peter, I'll be with you in a moment," The man said. He washed his hands in
a bowl of steaming water, dried them, then met them in the middle of the one room house.

"Now, what seems to be the matter?" Peter's father asked.

"This is Molly and Remy. They're traveling. They need our help," Peter said.

"Come sit down and we'll talk," The man said, "I'm Joseph Barnes."
Peter made himself scarce, going back outside.

Remy was growing increasing frustrated to be robbed of his sight,but there wasn't much choice. Having red on black eyes in this
time period probably won you the prize of getting burned alive on a steak. Molly was leading him around by the hand, which wasn't
much consolation, but it helped.

The sat on wooden chairs around a dining table.
"Thank you for letting us speak with you. We desperately need your help. Just clothes and a place to stay. We're, um, a little
lost. Our friends are probably looking for us, but dressed like this with no money, we're not going to make it far
surviving here. We can work hard. Clean and cook. Maybe look after Peter."

"And your blind friend? What can he do?" Joseph asked.

"Honestly, Remy's not blind. He'd got an eye condition," Molly said,
"Remy can do a lot. He's strong. He can cut wood and maybe help with your patients."

"I do need help with Peter. I lost my wife on the trip to the Americas a few months
ago. Old Misses Smith comes by, but she isn't young like you. So, I take it by the looks
of things I shouldn't ask a lot of questions?"

"I think that would be best," Remy finally chimed in.

"I would like to know, what's your relationship? Married? Courting? Engaged?" Joseph inquired.

Remy and Molly were surprised. They hadn't held hands or anything.
"How did you know we were...romantically involved?" Molly wondered.

"Because my wife used to look at me the way you look at Remy," Joseph said sadly.

"We're courting," Remy said, the pride strong in his voice.

"And you're traveling together alone?" Joseph said.

"It wasn't by choice. And, please, not too many questions," Molly said.

"I'll go around and find you some clothes. Relax. There's fresh water near the stove," Joseph said, leaving.

"Well, fine mess we've gotten into this time," Remy said, grumpy.

"It's my fault," Molly said, "If we can't get back, I'll never forgive myself."

"They'll find us," Remy held out his hand and Molly took it, "However I do wish I
could take this thing off. We're going to have to get me a good walking stick."

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A while later, Joseph came back with a slightly older blonde seamstress named Anna and a redheaded woman named Felicity who had
four daughters. Originally, it was five, but the fifth daughter had died on the trip over to the new land. (All this talk of death was starting to depress Remy.) So they had clothes and an extra bed for Molly to sleep in. Remy was confused, then he realized that colonial times meant they wouldn't be living in Joseph's house together. This also may have meant that they wouldn't be spending a lot of time alone together or kissing much, but Remy was nothing if not resourceful and clever. He'd find away around the chasteness of the time period, even if it killed him. As for the seamstress, Remy was too tall and had an entirely different build then anyone else in the tiny village, so his clothes had to be custom made.

"Well, I guess I'll see you later," Molly said, squeezing his hand.

"Yes..." Remy habitually bent down to kiss Molly, but could feel the stares of Joseph and the two women on him. Feel the shock in the air and through his powers. Remy hadn't really meant to, it was just the normal thing for him. He'd already forgotten the no kissing thing. (He trusted he could kiss her shorter body even blindfolded, he was so confident.)

"Remy, you _know_ we don't _kiss_ in front of people," Molly said, "Uh...he's from French ancestors."

"I've heard stories of the French. They are...different," Anna said.

"Enough wasting time. I've got a house to feed," Felicity said, obviously overworked. She ushered Molly out.

"Wasting time indeed," Anna said, "Though with four daughters, I'm sure time is a commodity for her.
Now you just do what I tell you while I take some measurements, young man."

Remy obediently put his arms up and such when he was told, staying still for the most part.

"You're a big, strong lad. I haven't seen anyone like you since that Dutch man came to town back in England," Anna said.

"I'm sure I'm better looking," Remy smiled.

"Can't see your eyes, but I'd wager so," Anna measured around his chest, "Quite a physique."

Remy kept basking in Anna's impressed words of him for the rest of the time she was there. "I'll be back in a few days. Come over if you need anything, Remy. I'm in the house next door on the right." Anna pat his hand and Remy heard the door shut.

"She was nice," Remy smiled.

"She's been married before, but she likes you," Joseph said. Remy felt a long stick being put into his hand.

"That should help you along better," Joseph said, "What's your eye condition if you're not blind?"

"My eyes aren't normal color. They might scare people. I also have a sensitivity to bright light," Remy explained.

"May I see?" Joseph inquired curiously.

"I'm sure that would satisfy your curiosity, but we should build up some trust first," Remy said, cautious.

"I'm also curious about yours and Mollys accents, but I know I shouldn't ask too many questions," Joseph smiled, "Before I get back to work,
I must assign you some type of task. Take off the bandages for a time, sweep the room and clean the stove off. I won't look.
I have to clean instruments, so I'll be busy."

"Yes sir," Remy nodded. They both got to work, busying themselves. It was awfully quiet. The radio was hundreds of years from being invented. Many things were. Windows that opened.  (The house was stuffy.) Cars, refrigerators, the list went on and on.

After a couple hours, Molly came back. Molly didn't look happy.
"Cherie, what's wrong?" Remy said as he retied his bandages, just in case anyone was to come by again.

"Oh, nothing! Felicity said she was thankful that her deceased daughter was short, fat and homely looking, otherwise she _positively_ would've had nothing for me to wear. And  I reminded her so much of Penelope Grace, except my face wasn't as round and my hair not as dark, because I surely liked to eat a lot too! We're both round, like a pumpkin!" Molly's face was red, quite angry.

"Well she's obviously jealous-" Remy started to say.

"I'm not looking for comfort. It was mean because of how hard I've been trying to lose weight," Molly sounded disappointed, "I thought I was starting to look at least a little different."

"You are," Remy lifted up the bandage for a second to hold a hand at her side, "Please don't worry so much and don't get so upset. We both know you're beautiful and smart." Remy wanted to say more, but that would have to wait until they were alone, so as not to embarrass anyone.

Joseph cleared his throat. "Molly, how are you at cooking?"

"Hmm? Oh, well, where we're from, cooking is much different than it is here. I could try, but that's no guarantee it'll taste good," Molly laughed.

Remy had to agree inwardly. Normally, she cooked well, but he'd been on the bitter end of some of her worst cooking experiments and accidents.

"Well, you should start now if you want to finish before dark. The pig is on the spit outside and there's vegetables in the garden out front."

Remy heard more then saw Molly go back outside. "Anything else you'd like me to do?" Remy asked Joseph,

"I think I've got these bandages to the point where I can see out now." Remy couldn't see completely clearly, but now
he could at least see where he was going without scaring the populace with just a couple layers of thin cloth over his eyes.

"Nothing that I can't do myself. Unless you'd like to do women's work and help with the cooking," Joseph said.

Remy was more surprised then shocked, then again recalled that things like women's liberation and changing of sexist attitudes were
still a long ways off. Being in a time before so much had happened was too jarring.

"Actually, I'm really good at cooking and wouldn't mind helping," Remy said, "I don't see it as women's work."

"Suit yourself, sir," Joseph said, looking befuddled.

Remy went outside and started helping Molly pick vegetables.
"I will say that you look cute," Remy smirked, "If that collar dipped a little lower, I'd like it more." Remy admired that the torso of the dress had a tight fight, probably because of Mollys shape. She'd been right-Molly was definitely not built like the women in this time period. Remy was so turned on, it almost hurt. Like, holy crap. Was there a barn they could sneak off to later? A horse stable? Who knew a dress that reached the ankles
and made Molly look like the Swiss Miss girl would be this alluring. Maybe Molly had been right earlier about Remy feeling a little hormonal.

"Uh-huh. It would be great if it didn't feel like it was going to rip every time I moved...or breathed," Molly winced, moving around carefully to keep picking vegetables, "I'm not exactly built like the other girls around here."

"Maybe you could play with it. Find a mirror and loosen it up if it's a problem," Remy said. Any other time, he would jokingly offer to help, but with the way he was feeling, that wasn't a good idea.

"Okay, uh, keep going. I'll be back in a moment," Molly said, going across the dirt road to the other house.

Remy kept picking vegetables, examining some. They looked so much more fresh then the ones in modern times, from lack of pesticides. Remy made a note to ask the Professor to buy more organic food.

Molly came back, looking green.
"I just saw a man kill a chicken."

"Uh, sorry," Remy said. Well, so much for the thought of chicken for tomorrow nights dinner.

"Cut the head clean off. Blood spurting everywhere..." Molly covered her mouth.

"Hey, it's going to be alright," Remy pulled her in for a hug, "You've seen worse."

"Let's just keep working," Molly said.

It took over an hour to make vegetable soup, but it was worth it. Unfortunately, spices weren't
readily available, so they had to make do with what little herbs were on hand. Dinner soon ended.

"I think Molly and I will go for a short walk," Remy said, concerned for objections.

"Keep warm then. Watch out for bears and the natives," Joseph said.

Remy wanted to laugh, but he knew Joseph was serious. Then Remy realized that Hospitals
and many medicines hadn't been invented yet, so getting shot with an arrow would result in death.

"We'll be careful," Remy nodded.

Remy held Mollys hand as they walked, heading for the hillside of a nearby river.
"I'll admit, making dinner like that was exhausting," Molly said.

"Agreed, but it was good," Remy stopped, kissing Molly warmly, "I've been waiting to do that for hours. I just don't know _how_ I'm going to surviving living here without public displays of affection so often. It's going to torture me. Especially with you looking like that." Remy couldn't resist being a bit dramatic.

"Looking like what?-And I'm sure you'll survive," Molly smirked.

"That dress was hugging you tight. Showing off your curves. That womanly body I enjoy starting at," Remy's hand dropped hers, instead going around her waist as they walked, "I was ready to wax poetic earlier."

"I know. I'm sorry if I got defensive. I wasn't in a good mood," Molly apologized.

"We'll get through this, but it's going to be much harder than what we've gone through before. No team, no modern conviniences," Remy said.

"No home, no Bayville, no telephones. Kill your own meat," Molly blanched.

"As long as we have each other, we can brave anything," Remy hugged her close.

They soon reached a tree near the river and sat down. It was far enough away to enjoy it, but not so close they couldn't hear each other over the rush of water.

"Amazing, sacred, stunning, _voluptuous_," Remy poured it on, "Half the women around here don't hold a candle to you, cherie."

"Uh, thank you. You know you never let me compliment you, Casanova?" Molly smirked.

"Okay," Remy smiled, "So compliment me."

"You're tall, dark and handsome," Molly giggled, "More than that, you're intelligent, funny, patient and kind."

"Thank you kindly, ma amour, but it wouldn't hurt to gush over the physical aspects of me, either," Remy said. After all, Remy didn't make remarks only about Molly's inner qualities, no matter how beautiful they were. He went on and on about her shape for a reason. Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to make her feel more loved for her inner qualities...at another time.

"Okay, you got me," Molly smiled, "You've got nice chest and broad, manly shoulders. I like
your legs. Your impressive back muscles. Most of all, your eyes and your voice are the best."

Remy still couldn't quite get his head around how Molly enjoyed red eyes. Most of his old girlfriends had found them a little creepy. Molly must
have seen his confusion. "Your eyes are like rubies or fire. They're _mesmerizing_."

"You're mesmerizing," Remy said, going in for the kiss.

They snuggled for a while, enjoying the silence of the growing darkness around them. It was deathly quiet, but also more intimate when all they could hear were each others breathing and heartbeats. "I know I say it all the time, but you're beautiful," Remy held Mollys face.

"You do, but that's because you care about me like I care about you. Handsome charmer," Molly winked.

"We should go back in. It's getting cold," Remy said.

"You're sure? I told Joseph we'd work hard. We probably won't have much time to ourselves for a while," Molly said softly, looking coy.

"Alright. Ten more minutes," Remy kissed her.

Ten more minutes turned into an hour. They  did a lot of talking. Their moods had improved considerably since arriving. Remy soon took Molly back. They'd both have to sneak in because the whole village was already asleep.

"Goodnight and pleasant dreams, my beautiful angel," Remy kissed Molly softly.

"Same to you," Molly nodded, "Here's hoping we get out of here sooner rather than later."

"Absolutely," Remy smiled his million dollar dazzler, "I'll see you in the morning ma petite."

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AN: I've got it in my head that Joseph looks kind-of like the mechanist from Avatar:TLA, but not as bushy haired and no beard. Not sure why. In my head he sounds like the voice actor, René Auberjonois, who also played Odo on Star-Trekeep Space 9 in my childhood.