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.

Molly decided that the first thing she needed to do was take a long shower. Then plan like crazy.
There had to be a way out of this, but she knew it wasn't going to be easy. It wasn't like that time when Remy and Juggernaut had switched places. She had not woken up to find herself in Sabertooth's body in her room. The X-Men weren't going to recognize her at all,
but maybe they would see that she was acting different?

Sabertooth didn't seem all that smart, but who knew, maybe he was a good actor.
Maybe he'd actually figured out that to fool them, he'd have to act like her.

Or maybe he was eating meat and acting like a guy and they were on their way to collect her right that second.

Molly wasn't sure what to think, but the second option seemed most likely.
Molly sat in the room and waited. She'd actually found some street clothes to wear. Anything would be more comfortable then his uniform and that smelly trench coat. After a half hour, she gave up on waiting.
If she went over there maybe she could convince them. Logan had left yesterday morning to get away, so she wouldn't have that to contend with.

Molly didn't know how to ride his motorcycle (and didn't want to), so she went out and found the nearest bus stop. She waited for a bus and hopped on.

Worst idea in history because all the bus patrons ran off at the sight of her.
"I don't believe this," She grumbled. Turning to the woman driving the bus, she said, "Look, I don't want any trouble. I just need a ride and I'll be on my way."

"I-It's on the h-house," The lady looked terrified.

Molly paid the fee anyway. Twenty minutes later she arrived at the corner near the mansion.

As soon as she was over the gate, the X-Men came out running.
"DON'T BLAST ME!" She yelled, holding up her hands, "Look, I know this is going to sound nuts, but I'm Molly."

"Remy," Sabertooth whimpered in her body, "Don't let him hurt me again! He's an awful man and he's probably come here to kill me!"

"I won't let him touch you," Remy hugged him in her body.

Mollys mouth hung open for a second. Then Remy tackled her to the ground.
How could he do that? How could he think that was her? Sabertooth really was smarter then he seemed.

Remy leaned down to whisper in her ear, "I didn't forget what you did to her.
If you run now, I won't make things much worse."

Molly had to resist the urge to grab Remy by the collar and shake him.
She wanted him to believe it was her. She wanted this nightmare to be over.
A couple hours was enough torture. Molly realized that for now, leaving would be the best choice of action. Remy was out for Sabertooth. Molly had forgotten this rather enormous detail. It made for a ridiculous set of circumstances.
Tears in her eyes, she jumped the fence.

Molly didn't want to go back to Magneto's. Sabertooth probably came and went as he pleased, so this was of great benefit for her.
She decided to stay at a hotel for a while. Magneto paid a great deal of money to his followers, so that was not a problem.
She had enough to get plenty of food and a room for as long as she wanted. Maybe she'd even buy some new clothes for the time being.

Molly picked a decent hotel close to the mansion. She decided she would try again in a couple of days. Maybe by then everyone would see that Sabertooth was not her and that something was seriously wrong.

She cried for a long time. Her own boyfriend obviously didn't realize that his 'girlfriend' was just an imposter.
Molly thought they knew each other much better then that.
Apparently not. If Remy loved her so much, why couldn't he tell that she was-literally-not herself?
Molly questioned it the rest of the afternoon.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

"Are you okay? Can I get you anything?" Remy seemed to badger Victor. Victor sighed, "I'm fine, thanks."

"Do you still want to go out? I had a nice surprise planned," Remy asked.

Victor weighed the pros and cons. Maybe he could search for information when they got back. He didn't want to go anywhere with this loser, but he had to remain convincing.

"We can go out. That's, uh, that's fine," Victor said, trying to smile.
They changed clothes and took Remys car.

Victor didn't ask where they were headed, because he didn't care.
The faster they got back, the better.

"Here we are," Remy said excitedly. Victor looked out the window to see a big new mall. "I remembered you were talking about it last week, so I thought we could go," Remy explained.

This was truly the last place Victor wanted to go. The crowds,
the screaming kids, the aggravating teenagers talking on their cell phones.
This was his own personal nightmare.

Victor had two options. He could run screaming from the vicinity or fake it.

"Thanks for...uh...bringing me here Remy," Vic forced a smile, gritting his teeth.
He was certain everything would be worth it in the end.

They went in and started walking. "You want to look at clothes or shoes? Maybe we could go to the toy store?" Remy asked.
Victor wasn't sure what teenage girls liked to do, much less what Molly herself liked to do. And goodness knew it had been _ages_ since he had been a teenager.

"Well what do you feel like doing?" He asked.

"Let's just walk around. It's nice here and we have the rest of the day to ourselves."

Victor figured that he'd give the kid some time since Victor didn't want to be there all day, but as the hour passed, he noticed that people weren't staring at him or being terrified of him.
Why should they? He looked like a harmless girl.
This was new for him and he had to admit he liked it a little.
No one had ever thought of him as really normal. He'd never been treated nicely and now just because he was in this shrimps body,
Remy was buying him stuff left and right and asking if he'd had enough to eat.
If it weren't for the annoying factors of being a woman and having this dork hang around giving him goo-goo eyes all the time, Victor was enjoying this.

Then something struck him as strange. Just _why_ was Remy being so nice?
What did he want from Molly? Victor knew that Remy enjoyed being told that Molly loved him and that he loved Molly, but there had to be more to it then that.
"So...what do you want from me?" He asked as they sat at a place that sold cinnamon buns.
"What? I don't want anything from you. What are you talking about?" Remy wondered.

Victor laughed, "Really? You have to want something from me to be treating me like this. It just isn't normal. I...have a good idea...of what men are like,
so you can't tell me you don't want anything."

Remy looked a mixture of hurt, confused and guilty. "I'm sorry. This morning...I must have given you the wrong idea. You're feeling too pressured to say you love me, so maybe you said it anyway. Now you think I want something from you. I'm so sorry, angel. I didn't realize that we were moving too fast. I don't want anything from you. if you don't love me or if you do, it doesn't matter. We can take it slower. I'm not sure _how_ because we are taking it very slow now, but we can take things slower if it will make you comfortable."

Victor didn't know what to say next, so he just nodded.
"Come on. This was too much. We'll go home and relax," Remy led Victor out.