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.

"Omigosh! They're back! They came back early!" Molly said excitedly as she and Remy watched as the Professor and Jean exited the professors prestigious Rolls Royce.

Remy parked near the garage and Molly bounded over to Jean and the Professor,
almost landing all three of them on the ground with Victor's large framed body.
Thankfully Jean was holding everyone up.

"Molly, you need to let go. This is...uncomfortable," Charles said slowly.
"Uh, sorry. I'm just so glad you're back! Now I can be back to normal!"

Everyone went inside and it was quickly decided that Molly, Victor and Charles would have to sit quietly in the medical lab for everything to work properly.

"The two of you just have to relax. You'll fall asleep quickly," Charles said.

The pair closed their eyes and things became hazy since they had to be unconscious for the process to work effectively.

It felt like only minutes had passed when Molly woke up again.
"...This 'aint right," She huffed, noticing she was still in Victor's body.

"I'm sorry Molly," Charles said, "Your mind is easily moved, but Victor's is very strained. He has a lot of repressed issues. Mental blockage. It's going to take some time working with him before I can move his mind back into his body."

"Great. So I'm stuck," Molly sighed.

"No," Remy walked into the room, "There has to be another way."

"There isn't another way. This stuff is really complex," Molly said.

"Wait," Remy said, "What if the Professor just transferred your mind into mine for the time being? It worked before."

"It worked on accident! All because of a machine!" Molly exclaimed, "How would it work on purpose? It sounds dangerous."

"Remy does have some telepathic ability and there wasn't any damage the first time.
He may be onto something," Charles said.

"It's crazy!" Molly said, "You're insane Remy."

"Love makes people do crazy things. I miss you. If we can't physically be together,
until things are resolved, wouldn't this be the next best thing? We'd be together all the time. You'd be safe and neither of us would have to worry," Remy said.

"...I'll do it. If only because it's payback for you not noticing Victor was me and all that," Molly reluctantly agreed.

"It's not payback," Remy smiled, "for me it's paradise."

xxxxxxx

Remy opened his eyes and Molly realized that she was now looking through them too.
'And we're back to this again,' She said inside his head as a body less voice.

"Yes! It worked!" Remy smiled.

"Excellent," Charles said.

'I'm so not happy with you Remy,' Molly said, grumpy.

'You say that now, but this will be great. A little like being married,' Remy mentally spoke to her, 'Well go to sleep and wake up together, spend all day and all night together.'

'Then drive each other crazy again like last time,' Molly sighed.

'No, I don't think so. Last time I didn't love you devotedly. This time will be different,' Remy said.

They left the infirmary so that Charles and Victor would have time to work on Victor's problem.

"What should we do first, love?" Remy spoke aloud.

'Lobotomy,' Molly answered in a cold tone.

"Come on, you're not looking at this the right way," Remy went into his room,
"This time my heart belongs to _you_. This time we don't have any secrets.
We're being as intimate as two people can be without even having to touch each other.
I can show you how you make me feel."

Remy sat on his bed in a yoga-like cross legged position and closed his eyes, letting memories flood his brain.

The first time he kissed Molly.

Hugging Molly.

Watching her laugh.

Watching her cry.

Rescuing her.

Staring at her like she was the only girl in the room. The only girl on earth.

What it was like when they met and how he felt when he couldn't find her in the rubble on her first night in the mansion.

When he knew he liked her.

When he realized he loved her.

The memories went on and on, forever and ever.

'Okay, okay! I get it! I'm sorry! I-I'm sorry. You're right...this is better. This is much better then being stuck in a man's body,' Molly said.

"I told you so just doesn't seem to cut it," Remy smirked.

'Shush,' Molly replied.

xxxxx

'...So that's how I look to you?' Molly said after Remy pulled up a memory of her in his mind. It was a clear one from last week. After the intense tidal wave of romantic memories, they just lazily spent time recollecting inside his head.

"Beautiful as always," Remy smiled happily.

'You can see the top of my head without any effort. I'm, like, what? A foot shorter?
It's almost as annoying from this end as it is from my end,' Molly said.

"When are you going to get over this complex of yours?" Remy laughed, amused "You're adorable, you're very sexy. Always cuddly and dainty..."
Remy let his mind wander and Molly saw what he saw. How tiny, delicate and feminine she was compared to his own body. Remy wasn't a huge guy by any means, but she could feel that sense of masculinity and quiet dominance he felt when they were together. Holding her, picking her up, looking down at her when she had to look up, bending to kiss. He honestly, genuinely enjoyed that she was so miniature.

It wasn't a raging ego that fueled all these feelings, it was just psychology. He wanted to feel like the protective, strong man in the relationship. He wanted to feel wanted.

'If I had a body I'd probably be blushing,' Molly said softly.

"I really don't know what I ever saw in tall women," Remy mused,
"You're just so...scintillating," he licked his lips.

'You've got a short person fetish,' Molly laughed.

"There's only one short person I have a fetish for," Remy didn't miss a beat.

'You're impossible,' Molly said.

Remy remembered the two of them kissing. "Close enough to the real thing," He said.

'We'll have to do the real thing when I'm in my own body again,' Molly had shyness in her 'voice'.

"Many, many times," Remy let his mind drift into the realm of fantasy.
Picturing Molly in something tight and off the shoulders, perched on a stone bench outside in a hazy moonlit night. Taking her into his arms and kissing her with the passion of a thousand lifetimes. 'Do you always picture me in something so low cut?' Molly wondered.
"I'm sharing my inner thoughts with you and that's all you have to say?" Remy said.
'Sorry. It was very romantic. If this place had any privacy I'm sure we could have a night like that,' Molly apologized.

"Maybe one of these days," Remy mused.

Suddenly his door was flung open. Victor-still inhabiting Mollys body-stood there looking furious.

"I can't believe you left my body in that lab to rot!" He yelled.

"You sure took your time to face me," Remy said, "Well, _us_," He quickly added as an afterthought.

"I would've come sooner, but I was being detained very well," Victor said,
"If I have to stay like this, then that squirt should have to stay in my body too!"

"I'm sure that would be easiest, but I was getting frustrated and so was she. You have to understand-" Remy started to say as he got off the bed,
but suddenly Victor punched him in the stomach-Hard. Surprisingly it hurt considering the small size of Mollys hands, but the man knew how to hit.

Remy stood there doubled over in pain, except that wasn't the end of it.
A well placed kick to the groin and a punch to the head. Remy wasn't going to be getting up from the floor anytime soon.
"I don't have to understand anything. You X-Men start working harder at fixing this or else," Victor left the room.

'I don't care how big he is. When we're back to normal I'm going to kill him,' Molly growled, 'Are you going to be okay, Remy?'

'Eventually,' Remy said mentally.

Logan and Peter looked into the room.
"We saw Sabertooth come in here-Cajun?" Logan said.

"Your guarding skills? They _suck_," Remy said hoarsely, still writhing in pain.