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 woke up. She had cried herself to sleep. Everything came rushing back to her. "Ughhh!" She threw herself into the pillow. Molly gave herself a moment to regroup her brain. She remembered her plan to stay away for a couple days and give everyone a chance to try and come to their senses to see that it was not her at the mansion. Sounded like a good plan. In the meantime,
maybe she could improve this guys hygiene and have a little vacation from being an X-Man. The training was pretty hard and having to share a house with so many people wore on her nerves sometimes.
She loved them all, but being a private person with no privacy did not work.

It was getting late and Molly was starting to get hungry.
She had done her research on Magnetos team and knew that Sabertooth needed a lot to eat, accounting for his height, weight and stamina. That was the reason he ate so much meat. Molly wasn't about to stoop to that level, so she ordered two extra-large vegetarian pizzas over the phone.
Molly was done with people freaking out, so she gave specific instructions for the delivery man to knock and leave the food at the door. The money would be waiting for him and he could keep the change.

After dinner had arrived, Molly ate and watched movies, enjoying time to herself. It had been a long time since she had enjoyed this kind of privacy and freedom.
Okay, so she was in her enemies body and she scared the living crap out of everyone. Then there was the fact that Remy wanted to kill her on sight and the X-Men didn't know who she was. The cherry on the cake was that Jean and the Professor were out of town again and wouldn't be back for some time, so there was no one around to communicate with telepathically,
otherwise she would have been out of this mess by now.
Outside of all that, Molly was enjoying herself a little.

Molly took another shower (she still smelled really bad,) then she went down to a nearby drugstore and bought scissors, a razor, and various male hygiene products.
If she was going to live in his body for an indefinite amount of time, she was going to be clean, well groomed, and not going around looking like a hobo version of big foot.

Once Molly had cut his hair and shaved, she decided enough was enough and went to sleep.
Today had been the longest day of her life and tomorrow were bound to be worse.

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Victor woke up the next morning. He'd made time to search the mansion as thoroughly as he could, but still found nothing. If the information Magneto wanted wasn't here, it wasn't anywhere! Victor was growing increasingly frustrated.

A knock on his door.

A huge bouquet of roses was at his feet, along with breakfast and a ceramic tiger.
What the heck was all this for?

He took the stuff into his room and opened the card that had come with everything.

oOoOoOoO

Molly,

I am unbearably sorry about yesterday. I didn't want to put you in such a position to think I wanted something from you.
Please don't be mad, I know I made a mistake. I'll give you all the time you need to think about it, just come talk to me when you are ready.

Love always,
Remy

oOoOoOoO

Victor realized that this might give him a little break from that mopey kid.
He would enjoy it to the full and take his time in 'forgiving' him.
Then, just for fun, he'd hit him where it would hurt and make him feel a little more guilty.

There was no training that day, so Victor kept looking around for some clue as to where the information would be. After hours of searching, he found nothing.
He went to Mollys room to sleep a while. Pretending to be Molly was getting to be exhausting. He had to be very careful not to get caught searching, plus he had to keep up the cheery girl act. What was worse still, was how that girl with the ponytail kept pestering him morning noon and night about eating meat and factory farming. It was almost more then he could take.

After another busy, long day of once again trying to be Molly, Victor fell into a dreamless sleep, hoping that by chance he would wake up and be himself again.

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Molly woke up and started a thorough beauty regimen.
She took a shower, washing Sabertooth's-okay, Victor. She finally remembered that his real name was victor-face with a deep cleanser and an olive oil treatment. After the shower she tried to cut his nail-claws, but it didn't work. Not even with hedge trimmers. After that, Molly decided it was time to try and go clothes shopping. She'd bought glasses and a hat at the drugstore the night before, but she needed a coat and some gloves to hide the fur and claws. Some new shoes would be nice too. Molly wondered what size he wore. Probably something really big that could only be found at a specialty store.

Molly went to Bayvilles big and tall store. It was under new management since the hazard between the X-Men and the Juggernaut last year. Since it was a weekday morning, the store was empty. This was good.
Molly went inside and started picking out clothes and trying to figure out what shoe size to wear.

Eventually Molly went back to the hotel, but she had a ton of clothes now. She doubted it, but she hoped Victor would wear them once things were back to normal. How could it be fun going around in those smelly rags all the time?

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Victor rolled out of bed. He was not surprised to still be in Mollys body.
He went through his morning routine and went downstairs for breakfast.
Today, he decided, he would find Molly and bring her back here to set things right.

Suddenly, things turned for the worse because when victor entered the dining room, Logan was sitting at the breakfast table.
Victor wasn't sure how to react. If he tried to attack him, that would be a dead giveaway. He had to pull in his rage and wait until he was back in his own body.

"Hows it going kid?" Logan asked him. "Uh. Fine. Great!" Victor acted overly cheerful. "Good. You're going to want to set Remy straight.
I don't know what's going on, but he's not looking good," Logan nodded to Remy.

Remy was sitting at the table looking utterly miserable. Not eating,
face down, shoulders slumped. Victor couldn't believe it. How could that freak be taking something so small this hard? Victor sat next to him. "I'm not mad at you. Cheer up, will you?" Victor said, trying to get Remy out of it. He really didn't care one way or the other,
but it seemed like something Molly might do. Act concerned for the guy.

"Hmm? You're not mad?" Remy perked up a little. The light came back to his eyes and he sat up straight again.

"Everything is fine. It's not your fault. Eat something. Uh, you'll feel better," Victor said, taking a bite of toast. He almost choked on his food when Remy hugged him. "I'm so glad!"

"Me too, now let go...please!" Victor squirmed.

"I'm sorry. I forget how much stronger I am then ma petite," Remy smirked.

Victor was put out that Remy-and all the other men-we're now much stronger then him. He was missing his old body more with each passing second.
He rushed through his breakfast and ran out of the house making up some excuse.

It was a huge coincidence, but he saw Molly in his body crossing the street just as he'd come out of the mansion.
"Hey! Hey!" He ran over to her.

"You," Molly balled her fists.

"Take it easy. We need to talk," Victor said.

"Normally I would say no since you're ruining my life, but I have no choice.
We both need to get back to normal."

Victor made a face of anger, "Hey, what did you do to my hair? And what's with the clothes?"

"You smelled and your hair was too crazy. Your old clothes are back at the hotel.
I...I had to get away from Magnetos base. You had enough money, so I took advantage.
I'll pay it back later."

Victor was angry, but he realized he could do nothing about it now. Later, but not now.

"Let's go talk somewhere privately," He said.

They went to the park nearby.

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"I'll go in and tell them what happened. You wait outside. When everything is clear,
I'll come back for you," Victor said.

"How can I trust you? You almost had me killed the other day. It barely makes sense seeing as how Remy was almost beating up your body."

"That was just for fun. Payback. Now things are getting aggravating. I can't take on Logan like this, and your stupid boyfriend certainly isn't going to love you like that.
We need to get back to normal as soon as possible," Victor said.

"I know, but that's half the problem. The Professor and Jean are the only two telepaths in the mansion and they're away. We know of some others, but I don't know if they could help us or not," Molly explained.

"Well we have to figure out something. Come on," Victor said.

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Victor went inside. "Hey! Everyone listen up! We need to have a talk."

The X-Men gathered around him.
"What's wrong, Molly?" Scott asked.

"I'm _not_ Molly. Molly really is in my body. I'm Sabertooth,"

This got a round of laughs. "I'm serious!" Victor looked at Logan.
"Ask me something Sabertooth would know."

"What were you doing in the summer of 1972?" Logan asked.
"I was playing pool before you showed up and ruined everything," Victor said,
"Had a nice life before all that. Steady job and lots of food."

Logan looked very surprised. "It's really him! I don't believe it."

Remy stood there looking pale. He stumbled into the nearest chair.
"No. I can't believe it. I won't. This is some sick, twisted nightmare and I didn't wake up this morning. I've been through stuff like that before."

Victor ran out and came back with Molly in tow.
"I hate that this is me, but there has to be a way to get me back to normal," Molly said, "And I guess Remy is taking it really hard."

Everyone watched as Remy-tough, strong and manly-blacked out, falling to the floor.

"Really, really hard," Molly said.