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xXxXxXxX = flashback
Kitty knocked on Molly's door. It was almost 7 am on a Friday morning. There was no school that day because of some teacher's conference and Molly didn't have any college classes. Kitty thought it was strange that she hadn't seen Molly all morning.
With no answer, Kitty knocked on the door again. Frustrated, Kitty phased herself through.
"Molly? Are you awake yet? You're going to miss breakfast,"
The bed looked untouched and the room was clean. The window was shut. Kitty started feeling worried. She ran out of the room straight to the professor's study. "Professor! Something's wrong. Molly's missing. She's not in her room-"
Kitty stopped talking as she saw the Professor, Storm, Scott, Jean and Remy there. "Molly is here, Kitty. Though something has happened," Xavier said.
"What?" Kitty said slowly.
"It's a long story. You'd better sit down," Jean said.
Kitty took a seat.
Remy looked stressed out as he started talking. "She came into my room last night..."
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Remy's door creeked open. He woke up to see Molly standing there. "Remy I don't feel so good. Sorry to get you up, but could you help me to the infirmary? I don't think I can get there by myself."
Remy, wearing his usual pajama bottoms, was now wide awake. He walked over and felt her head. "You're burning up! Come on,
I'll carry you."
They got down to the infirmary only to Find Hank had left a note saying he'd gone out for some supplies.
Remy put Molly in one of the beds and rummaged for a thermometer and some fever reducer.
Unfortunately for the two of them they had been right near a new invention created by a friend of Kurts. It had been built to do several things, supposedly useful things. Remy had flipped the switch beforehand looking around for the lights. The machine was very quiet, so nether of them had noticed it had gotten turned on. Remy took Molly's temperature, but with disastrous results.
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"Okay, so what happened? It's something bad, isn't it?" Kitty said.
"Somehow the machine transferred Molly's consciousness into Remy's mind," The professor explained, "Thankfully he has some telepathic abilities, otherwise it may have killed them both."
"But Molly's not telepathic. Is she okay?" Kitty looked worried.
Remy winced. To Molly he said, "I know. Don't worry," To Kitty he said, "She's fine. Freaked out, but otherwise fine."
"Okay, well, I'll try to keep everyone up to date on her condition," Kitty said, walking over to Remy, "Don't worry, Molly, everything's going to be all right. You couldn't be in a better place."
'Yeah right. I'd like to be in my own body. That's a better place! Thanks a lot Kitty!' Molly's consciousness projected inside Remy's head.
"...She said thanks," Remy smiled. Kitty left. 'We'll get you back soon. Don't be so upset,' Remy thought.
'Easy for you to say. At least you still have your own body!' Molly said angrily.
'You're not going to be like this all day, are you Petite?' Remy's mental voice sounded drained.
'...Sorry. I'm just scared. Wasn't Jean talking about some sort of Astral Plane earlier? Some way for me to kind of have my body back?'
'Yeah, but it won't last for very long,'
"Jean?" Remy said aloud "Think you could take us to the astral plane for a minute? Petite's getting a little freaked out without her body."
"Okay, but it can't be for too long. I don't have that much experience with it yet," Jean replied.
They walked to Remy's room for quiet and a little privacy, eventhough the door was wide open. They sat across from eachother on the bed with closed eyes.
Suddenly Remy seemed to be in a beautiful field. Rows and rows of green grass as far as the eye could see and the sun shining in a cloudless sky. "All right! I'm back!" He heared Molly say.
He looked over to see her smiling. She looked different though. Shiny, like she was glowing. And dressed differently. She wore a long white satin gown with one strap. She looked breath-taking.
"...What am I wearing? Did you do this?" Molly looked questioningly at Remy.
"I don't know. Maybe you did. Who knows. You look nice," He stammered.
"uh, thanks. Looks like we're pretty stuck together though," Molly held up her right hand to reveal that the two of them were handcuffed,
symbolizing tier new mental link.
"Well, if I had to have anyone stuck inside my head, I'm at least glad I'm stuck with you," Remy smiled.
"Um, me t-too. I mean, it's better then being stuck with Logan,"
"Or Kurt,"
"Or Kitty,"
"Or Scott,"
"Hey!" Jean called out telepathically.
Molly giggled. Remy smiled, happy to hear her laughing again.
"You're happy to hear me laughing?" Molly asked him.
Oh no. She could hear his thoughts now?
"No, I don't think it works that way. Like when Jean says we're projecting or thinking too loudly. Right now I think you're doing that," Molly said.
"Uh, sorry," Remy said aloud.
"It's okay. I just hope we're not stuck like this for too long. I just wish we could stay here. At least now I don't feel so strange.
I mean, it's weird. I think I have access to everything you're feeling and seeing, but I can't control anything," Molly said.
"Well I'll try to make things as comfortable for you as possible," Remy suddenly hugged her, "We're going to get through this. Everything will be all right Cherie."
"I know. Thanks Remy," Molly hugged back.
The Astral Plane disappeared and Remy came back to reality. "Sorry I had to cut it short. Maybe later we can try again," Jean said.
"Okay. Sounds good," Remy replied. Jean left the room with a smile.
'Ew! Remy, stop staring at Jean's butt!...As well as the rest of her body,' Molly said.
'Can't help it. I mean it's her own fault, going around in those tight clothes,'
'Pfft! I've got a better body then her. I mean, um...'
'I'm know you do. Especially in a bathing suit,'
'Remy stop! My suit was NOT that skimpy! And my chest didn't look like...like that!'
'Sorry, but that's a memory not a fantasy,'
'Really? Ugh! Why didn't anyone tell me I looked like a slut?'
'What? No, you looked beautiful!'
'I looked like a playboy centerfold!'
'No you didn't. You know what I'm thinking so you know I'm telling the truth,'
Molly was quiet for a moment, 'Okay, fine. I guess if you're right then you're right.'
Remy looked in the mirror across from his bed. He got up and ran a brush through his hair.
'I don't know. You think I should change this shirt?' He asked her, pulling the shirt away from his body and looking at it.
'Do you like it? I think it looks a little too yellow, but then again, yellow isn't my favorite color.'
'It's okay. So I guess I'll change it,' He pulled off his t-shirt, standing in front of the mirror in only his jeans.
'Abs, chest, arms, broad shoulders. Yum!' Molly said.
'Was that intentional or projected?' Remy smirked.
'Uh, projected?', Molly sounded embarrassed, 'I guess I'm projecting too much.-Ugh. So hot! So hot! Aw, crap.'
'You drool over me, I drool over you. Looks like we're even.'
'Yeah...but do you have to put your shirt on right now?'
'Yeah. I'm getting hungry,'
Remy put on a black shirt and went down to breakfast.
'Remy, I'm _not_ eating bacon,'
'But I want bacon,'
'You can have bacon later. You eat it and I'll have to taste it and chew it and it'll be so nasty. Don't, okay?'
'Okay, but as soon as your back in your body I'm eating meat again,' He said.
'Whatever, I don't care just as long as I don't have to taste it,' Molly said.
Remy put the bacon back and at eggs and waffles instead. When he finished breakfast, he put his feet on the table. Putting his hands behind his head with a yawn he closed his eyes. 'Mmm. Naptime,' he thought.
'It's a nice day outside. Besides, if you take a nap we-we don't know what will happen to me! What if you wake up and I cease to exist? Don't take a nap Remy! YOU CAN'T SLEEP!' Molly screamed inside his head.
Remy jerked up, his eyes wide. 'Okay! Calm down, you're getting too worked up over nothing. I won't take a nap, but I have to sleep some time. We'll talk to the Professor about it later. Right now we'll go out and maybe you'll feel better,'
He tried to soothe her.
Molly sighed, 'Thanks, Remy. Sorry I'm so upset it's just, well, my life is in your hands right now. I trust you, but I'm still really scared.'
'I know you are. Just try and relax,' Remy got his car keys and drove down to the auto supply store.
'The auto parts store? Oh, yippee,' Molly said sarcastically.
'Just for a minute. Need to check some things out,' He replied.