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.

Dinnertime rolled around. Considering the state he was in, Remy took dinner in his room for the evening. 'Mmm. Cornbread,' Molly savored the food via Remy's taste buds. 'So you like it?' He smiled at her happiness. Molly realized she was feeling much better then she had earlier.

'It's so buttery and warm! I could eat it all the time and never get tired of it ,' She exclaimed.

'Hm. If _I_ ate it all the time, you'd be seeing a lot more of me,' Remy laughed out loud.

'Right. You burn off food as fast as I make cake disappear,' Molly said,
'You're at no risk of gaining too much weight. You're too active for that.'

'I guess, but you never know. I may be naturally lean, but it's not like I couldn't get fat. It happens,' Remy kept eating.

'Why are we even having this conversation? We should be more concerned with Victor's threat,' Molly worried.

"There really isn't much we can do, Petite," Remy went back to speaking aloud, "The only way to get him back into his body is with the professor's help."

'Yeah, I suppose you're right,' Molly sighed.

"So, uh, would you still care about me if I gained some weight?" Remy said curiously.

'Back to this? I guess I would if you still treated me the same and didn't get all angry about it. Trust me, when you're fat, sometimes you want to blame it on other people,' Molly explained.

"Interesting except you're not fat," Remy was kind.

'I want to roll my non-existent eyes. I am not svelte, sinewy, big-boned, husky, paunchy,
stout or burly. I am fat. It's not a pretty word, but if you're going to be so madly in love with me and expect me to love you back, you have to own up to it and stop sugar coating it. It's not chubby or anything else. Just fat.'

"okay, so you're a little...that word..." Remy murmured.

'Say it,'

"No!"

'Say it,'

"You're a little...fat...but I like it. It makes you soft and squishy," Remy smiled.

'Thank you. That was all I wanted to hear,'

Remy finished eating and started to get ready for bed. "I can't stand in front of the mirror all night you know," He obliged Molly some extended time at the mirror. 'I know, sorry. You are just so fun to look at is all,' She giggled.

"I can tell from the way you stare at me that I'm _very_ fun to look at," He smiled as he made his way to bed.

'I don't stare at you that much!' Molly protested.

"It's okay. It's allowed," Remy set his alarm.

'So you really think that this is like being married?' Molly sounded happy.

"A little. Not entirely, but a little," Remy answered.

'Yeah, I guess the whole lacking a body thing makes it strange,' Molly laughed.

"Though you do have a beautiful body," Remy smiled as his mind imagined her in powder blue chemise, showing a lot of skin.

'REMY!' Molly shrieked, though with a bit of a scolding tone, 'Is this how you think of me all the time?'

"There's nothing wrong with it. You are my girlfriend. I'm supposed to find you attractive," Remy said.

'Yes, but there's attractive and then there's...that,' Molly sounded annoyed.

"This is how men think. How I think. I know it's a bit different for you,
but you have to understand how I love every bit of you, especially how you look. I'm sorry if I embarrassed you, but in my head you're on a pedestal and no one else can match you,"

'Okay, sorry. I guess I just never really got it. I didn't really know how much the way I look...my body shape...turns you on,' Molly now sounded embarrassed.

Remy smiled. "We're both guilty of it. I'm just more open about it then you are."

'I think I'm getting sleepy now,' Molly said.

"Okay. Goodnight Sweetheart," Remy smiled, closing his eyes.

'Goodnight,' Molly said.

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The alarm went off. Remy reached over and pressed a button to quiet the noisy machine.

''Morning,' Molly said still inside his mind.

"'Morning," Remy yawned, stretching.
He dressed and went down stairs for breakfast.

"How's she holding up?" Kurt asked.

"She's fine," Remy said, "We're enjoying the arrangement very nicely."

Kurt made a grossed out face, "That smile on your face says it all.
Way to leave too much to the imagination."

"Seriously," Kitty agreed, "I don't want to think about whatever it is you two are thinking about while sharing head-space."

With that, forks and knives were put down and everyone at the table had lost their appetite.

"It's not like that!" Remy demanded, "Everything is normal, just like it always was. Everyone just eat, okay?"

Everyone slowly went back to eating.

"...I wonder what exactly Remy was smiling about?" Rogue thought aloud.

Forks clattered to their plates and there were "Bleechs!" in unison as the table cleared out all at once.

"This isn't exactly working out like I'd hoped," Remy said to Molly as he steadied his head against his hand worriedly.

'Well they weren't exactly wrong,' Molly said, remembering the imagined chemise.

"Mm-hmm," Remy said, "I'm sure things will be back to normal soon.
By then everyone will have forgotten."

'Hope so. If not we're going to have to live with a lot of teasing for a while.'

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The day went on slowly. Remy occupied himself with chores and the like,
while he and Molly both hoped that The Professor would come up with a break through in Victor's problem.

'So, uh, that's what your underwear looks like?' Molly said.

"You really shouldn't be embarrassed you know," Remy smiled.

'Whatever,' Molly grumbled.

When they were finished with laundry, they decided to take a peek in the infirmary.

"Nothing yet. We'll contact you," Hank met Remy at the door.

"We were just curious. You don't have to be so blunt about it," Remy felt annoyed.

"They need quiet and total concentration. If they don't have any interruptions, then things will go faster," Hank explained.

"Alright. Guess We'll go wash cars then," Remy stretched, leaving the room.

Car washing killed some time, but it wasn't enough to get Remy or Mollys mind off of the situation. 'What do you think is taking them so long?' Molly wondered.

"It's probably just a very complex psychological problem.
Victor isn't exactly what you'd call stable. Or well adjusted.
He doesn't have any manners and he's a slob-" Remy said when Molly cut him off.

'Okay! I get it. You don't like him!' Molly said.

"We lived and worked together for a while. It wasn't a pleasant experience," Remy said.

'Did he pick on you? Hurt you? How come you hate him so much?' Molly asked.

"It's complicated," Remy answered.

'You can tell me,' Molly said, '...Please?'

"He did a lot of things when we worked for Magneto. He crossed lines that you shouldn't cross, even if you are a bad guy," Remy said.

'That's understandable. You just seem to dislike him so much, I didn't know it was personal,' Molly said.

"He's tried to hurt you. That's enough to make it personal," Remy stared at the floor.

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"GET THIS STUPID THING OFF OF ME!" Victor was screaming from down the hallway.

"What's going on?" Remy asked Scott.

"Sabertooth was having anger issues and trying to use Mollys powers,
so we had to put a power inhibitor on him. He didn't take it very well," Scott explained.

Remy slowly made his way into Molly's room where Victor was. Unfortunately the room was now in shambles. Remy barely had his foot in the room when there was the sound of fabric being ripped.

'My tiger. He tore up...he tore up one of my tigers,' Molly said in disbelief.

"Victor, try to calm down," Remy said, "Destroying things isn't going to help."

"How would you know?" he shouted, "You're not stuck like _this_!"

"What you're going through is difficult, but it's not going to get better if you don't relax and let us help you," Remy led him to the bed to sit down.

"No one can help me. The Professor said he isn't making any progress," Victor said.

"Maybe you just need to take a break. You've been at it for a couple of days," Remy said.

"You might be on to something," Victor said.

"Uh, go have fun then...but not too much fun," Remy said.

Victor left the room and Remy started cleaning up the mess.

'It's really sweet of you to clean up the mess. Except I don't even understand why they threw him in here in the first place.
I mean we've got like 50 empty rooms in the place,' Molly said.

"It's probably because he looks like you, so everyone just thought it was a good idea if he kept staying in your room," Remy said as he picked up the stuffing from the tiger.

'It still isn't right,' Molly sighed.

The day wore on and eventually it was time for everyone to go to bed.

Remy quickly found himself asleep and dreaming, but he was aware he was dreaming. Molly also found herself dreaming.

"Okay, this is beyond weird," Molly said.

"So you know you're dreaming too?" Remy asked.

"Yeah. Wait, this means were together and we can actually see each other!" Molly realized.

"I think we can do more then see each other," Remy smiled, kissing her very passionately.

Molly giggled, "You know what this means?"

"It's a dream so we can do anything?" Remy said.

"We're all alone," Molly sat on an imagined bed.

"Molly, uh, we can't just..." Remy let it hang.
Then again it was just a dream and they hadn't been together in days.

"Th-that wasn't what I meant!" Molly said.

"So why is there a bed?" Remy sat next to her with a smile.

"I don't know! I don't even know how we're doing this! I'm not trying to do anything to you!" Molly started wigging out.

"Calm down," Remy hugged her, "I just want to enjoy our time together now."

"So if we're going to enjoy it," Molly smiled as her normal shirt and jeans changed into the dress from his fantasy, "We might as well do it right."

They spent much of the dream just making out and holding each other.
They could talk any time. Right now was about being physically affectionate,
though dream or not, neither of them wanted to take their relationship to any extremely personal levels yet.
There would be enough time for that when they were a little older.

"How come we never made out in real life before?" Molly let Remy kiss her neck for the first time ever. "I guess I didn't think you were ready. Maybe I was wrong?" Remy answered.

"I'm ready. I'm totally ready!" Molly said excitedly.

"I can tell," Remy sat up straight, licking his lips.

"I just hope your alarm doesn't go off too soon," Molly said.

"I forgot. I hate that stupid machine. Maybe I should just get rid of it," Remy said.

Something in Mollys thought process clicked and she had an idea.
"Oh! I think I just got the answer to Victor's problem. He doesn't need the Professor's help. He just needs-"

*BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP!*
The alarm was like being splashed with ice cold water as Remy sat up in bed.
He pulled the plug and threw it across the room where it hit the wall and broke.
"I _hate_ that thing!"

'I figured it all out though!' Molly said excitedly, 'We just need to repeat what happened when my mind entered your body the first time. Since Victors body is vacant, there shouldn't be too many problems.'

"It might work. Let's talk to the professor," Remy said.