Disclaimer:I don't own X-Men:Evolution, just myself (Called Molly Callum in 'fics.)
and any original characters/background characters that might pop up from time to time.


Back at home, Remy and Molly ended up in Remy's room to talk. Remy's uncomfortable ness permeated the air as they sat facing each other on the bed. Molly didn't know what to do to help him feel at ease. She was used to Remy being sad, happy, flirty, even angry, but she didn't know what to do when he felt so awkward. Less so since he felt this way because of _her_. Molly let out a small sigh in all the silence, staring into the floor.

"...I don't get it. You didn't even act like this when I switched bodies. What's going on?" Molly looked at Remy.

"I don't know. I guess things were different before. You didn't love me and now you do. It's hard since I know it's you, and I know how
you feel and how I feel, but I can't do anything, like kiss you. If it had been me, wouldn't you feel really awkward about it?" Remy frowned.

"I didn't think of that," Molly admitted, "So you're frustrated on top of everything else? I mean, I would be."

"I'm frustrated, but more then anything, I feel like I lost you when you're still here with me. That's what's bugging me," Remy admitted.

"Okay," Molly said, "I understand now and I'm sorry for getting upset. This isn't going to be easy on either of us." Molly moved to kiss Remy on the cheek, but stopped.
"No...I shouldn't,"She said softly.

Silence again.

Remy reached out and touched the top of Molly's head. "On the plus side, you do make a very precious looking little fifteen year old."

Molly smiled, her heart doing somer-saults. They stood up.

"So, um, now what?" Molly played with her hair.

"It's a few hours until bedtime. We could go play video games or something," Remy suggested.

"I like that idea," Molly said.


The two played video games until there thumbs were sore. With no kissing, hugging or flirting to be had, there really wasn't much else that they could do at the moment.

They sat on the couch and another awkward silence overtook the room. "What are you guys doing?" Jamie-now wearing properly fitting jeans and a shirt-came in and flopped into the large space between them with his now tall body. The vault was enough to put Molly off balance so that she swayed back and forth.

"Watch it!" Molly snapped.

"Oh what?" Jamie smiled, "Am I rocking the love boat?" He ribbed Molly.

"Rrrrrgh!" Molly growled. She attempted to morph into a tiger, just to show him that she wasn't to be trifled with, but quickly realized her powers were gone. "Crap. Of course my powers don't work anymore."

"Well _duh_," Jamie rolled his eyes with a laugh.

"Jamie, I don't remember you being this annoying," Molly said, "Did getting taller also give your obnoxiousness a growth spurt?"

"Hey midget, just because you can't make-out with Remy now doesn't mean you have to take it out on everyone else," Jamie scowled.

Mollys mouth hung open. She couldn't believe that Jamie-sweet Jamie-was copping this kind of attitude with one of his superiors.

She also wanted to kill him.

"RAAAAAGHHH!" Molly made a lunge.

"Easy, easy ma petite," Remy soothed, reaching over and catching Molly in mid-lunge, then cradling her in his arms. He set her on the floor and hauled Jamie from the couch by grabbing his arm.

"Time for you to go," Remy led Jamie outside.

"Nah," Jamie smirked, "I'd rather stay." Jamie yanked his arm out of Remys grip and went and took up the whole couch by laying on it, switching on the TV and starting to channel surf.

Molly glared at him with the gleam of a thousand knives.

"Quit glaring and go find somewhere else to pout, squirt," Jamie waved Molly away like a pesky fly.

Mollys face was starting to turn bright red with anger as she clenched her fists tight. So tight it felt like the tendons in her hands would tear apart. She was upset enough that she started to shake.

"Come on," Remy put an arm around Molly, "We'll go back to my room."

Inside Remys room, Remy sat down on the bed while Molly stood, pacing lividly, as if she couldn't stay still.

"I can't believe him!" Molly shouted, "That girls powers better change personality, because if not, then Jamie is acting like a huge aggravating, irritating, _jerk_!"

"It took a lot not to knock the stupid out of him back there," Remy admitted, "I'm sure once you two are back to normal, he'll be back to being himself. He's just got a big head right now because he thinks he's all grown up. Going from fifteen to nineteen can really boost a guys ego. You have to remember that-normally-he's growing up. All boys go through phases like this."

"Phases like what?" Molly stopped pacing and looked a bit confused.

"He thinks he's always right and has to have the last word. He acts stupid and boarish. Always out to impress girls. Working out a lot, gussying up, and at this point he's probably getting very concerned about his body," Remy held his chin thoughtfully, reminiscing.

"Too much information," Molly blanched, "Well if he's going to act like that, I'm going to stay out of his way for a long, long while."

"What? Girls don't go through phases like this?" Remy smirked.

"Hah! We don't go through phases," Molly said, "Once you get your period, every month is a hormonal hurricane! There are no phases."

"Of course," Remy shook his head with a chuckle, "So why don't we go downstairs? I'm thirsty."

Molly smiled up at Remy, feeling relieved. He was starting to get comfortable around her again.