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and any original characters/background characters that might pop up from time to time.
Remy dumped Molly into her bed. "You stay here and don't go anywhere," He said. She definitely wasn't acting like herself.
Remy left the room and started checking on the other students. Everyone was acting normally and not falling in love with anyone else...so far.
Then he heard a sudden "Yoo-hoo! Remy!"
The voice was familiar, but didn't sound at all like the person who owned it. The person who owned it was sarcastic, grumpy, had a temper and never seemed happy. And the day she'd show interest in him would be the day pigs would fly.
That person was Rogue.
"Rogue, this isn't the-Rogue?" Remy's eyes widened. This wasn't Rogue.
She was wearing a dress, first of all. The dress was pink and very girly, with long sleeves with a skirt that stopped a few inches above the knee.
Her make-up was much lighter. A reddish-pink lipstick and light blue eyeshadow.
Instead of boots or sneakers she had on pink slip ons to match the dress.
Rogue ran over to him from across the hall.
"Of course it's me silly!" She giggled in a very un Rogue like way.
"...What...happened to you?" Remy asked slowly. Either the whole mansion was slowly going insane from all the world saving or something else was going on.
"I fell in _love_! With you!" She giggled again.
Remy was getting seriously wigged out.
"You like the dress, right? I borrowed it from Jeans closet...uh, where are you going?" Rogue asked as Remy walked away as quick as he could.
"I need to call the professor. Why don't you go in your room and, uh, wait for me?" Remy said.
"Okay!" Rogue chirped and _skipped_ back to her room humming.
Remy went into the nearest available study and took out his cell phone.
The Professor was away on a business trip. He'd been taking a lot of those lately with the anti-mutant crusades growing thanks to the Friends of Humanity on the scene.
"Please pick up. Please, please pick up!" Remy grit his teeth. He could _not_ have Rogue chasing after him all week before the Professor got back.
"Hello Remy, what can I help you with?" Charles answered.
"Um, we have a...situation," Remy said slowly.
"Go on," Charles said patiently.
"I don't know what's going on. It's like a bad soap opera around here and I don't know what caused it or how to fix it. Everyone's acting like they're...in love!
It's ridiculous. I mean, well, they're in love with the wrong people. First it was Molly and Kurt, then Hank and Ororo, now someone's got her sights set on me and I really don't need R-this girl-chasing after me the rest of the week," Remy said.
"Alright. I can't come back right away, but I'll give you the number of someone who might be able to help. Try to contact Logan and make sure Scott and Jean are informed. Thank you for calling me first Remy, it's much appreciated.
You're proving to be very responsible," Charles praised.
Remy beamed just a little. Usually people were quicker to call him immature then responsible.
"Thanks Prof. Appreciate it."
Charles gave him the number. He hung up, Called Logan, then dialed the number.
He got a woman with a British accent on the other end. She said her name was Betsy Braddock and she'd be out right away.
Remy hung up the phone and sighed with relief. Now he had to find Scott and Jean.
Only a few minutes later he found the couple walking hand in hand to the kitchen.
"You guys have to-"
WHAM!
Remy felt something throw itself against his chest very hard. He looked down to see the top of Rogue's white striped head. "There you are! You forgot about me, didn't you?" She smiled up at him.
Scott and Jeans faces were that of surprise...and horror at seeing Rogues pink clothes.
Remy pried Rogue away. "This. This is what I was trying to warn you about. It-it's an epidemic!
You guys need to lock yourselves in your rooms before I lose you too!"
"Slow down and tell us what's going on first of all," Scott said.
Remy ushered them upstairs, first ordering Rogue to go into the kitchen to make him cupcakes.
She happily agreed. It would keep her out of his hair for a while at least.
On the way upstairs, Remy explained it, telling them who Betsy was and that she was coming to help. "We'll talk on the communicators. Just don't leave your rooms!" Remy warned them.
The door belle rang and Remy went back downstairs to get the door. He saw a woman in a blue-tank top with hip-hugger jeans and purple hair. She was almost as tall as he was with strikingly feminine features.
"Betsy Braddock, nice to meet you," Betsy smiled, shaking his hand and walking in.
"Hello. I'm Remy. We spoke on the phone earlier. Why don't we go into the one of the studies," He said.
Remy led Betsy upstairs, noticing several of the younger boys stare at her with an extreme interest.
He hoped they weren't being affected too.
Remy closed the door to the study.
"From what you told me on the phone, it sounds like someone's mutant power is at work.
Nothing else could make people act so ridiculously...except for perhaps real love that is," Betsy looked amused for a moment, "I'll do a psi-scan and see what I can find."
"Thank you!" Remy said, very grateful. He stepped out the door so she could have complete silence.
As soon as he turned around he saw Ray, Bobby and Roberto standing there with big, dopey smiles on their faces.
"Who is she, how old is she, and is she single?" Ray fired off the questions.
"Do you guys feel strangely in love with her or are you just asking because you find her hot?" Remy asked.
"Are you blind? She was hotter then Jessica Karaba!" Bobby said.
Remy shrugged. "I didn't notice."
The three boys mouths hung open. "You...didn't...notice?" Roberto said slowly, "The big ladies man didn't notice the model who was all legs and had some very huge..." Roberto trailed as Remy gave him a disapproving look,"...bags...with her..and the bluest eyes I've ever seen? What's the world coming to?"
"Dude, you may have a girlfriend, but that doesn't mean your not allowed to notice hot chicks," Bobby said.
Remy sighed. "I honestly didn't notice. I really don't have time for this. Everyone is on probation until this mess is settled. Call Scott on your communicators and he'll fill you in. Now get to your rooms."
The boys left without another word.