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.

A couple hours later Forge was in the infirmary with Remy, Victor and Xavier.

"It should work in theory, but if it doesn't, you guy are going to have to think of something else," Forge advised.

"Trust me, we know," Remy said.

The machine was switched on by Victor as he stood by his body while everyone else stayed at a safe distance. An invisible electrical shock was obvious as Mollys body fell limp to the ground.
Remy couldn't help but gasp a little since he didn't want to see her body hurt at all.
A few seconds later Victor came to life-this time in his own body-with a groan.
"Ohh. I feel like I got hit by a truck," He slowly sat up.

'It worked! Remy, it actually worked!' Molly said ecstatically inside his head as he picked up her lifeless body, setting it on an empty infirmary room bed.

'I know. I just hope we can get you back in one piece okay,' he thought to her.

'Everything is going to be fine,' She said enthusiastically, 'The Professor said I was easy to put back, so no worries.'

'When it comes to you I always worry,' Remy smiled sadly. Remy took a seat and relaxed.
He didn't realize that he'd gone into an unconscious state until he awoke a little later.

"Is Molly okay?" He asked the Professor.

"She's fine. It may take her a few moments to wake up," Charles said.

Remy stayed next to her bed and watched. It didn't take very long at all until she opened her eyes.

"Hi Short Stuff," Remy smiled.

"Hi yourself.-Ow, man. Victor wasn't kidding. You really do feel like you got hit by a truck," She rubbed her head.

"I can fix that," Remy smiled. Remy started kissing her, but with more enthusiasm then anyone else in the room really wanted to see. When the young man had both knees and hands on the bed leaning over the girl in a very awkward position, Charles interrupted.
"Remy I strongly suggest you curb your enthusiasm before I'm forced to put your mind into the body of a shrew."

Remy backed off and Molly looked away with her face a perfect shade of plum purple.
"Er, can I-can I g-go now?" Molly squeaked.

"Not until I check you and Victor out," Hank came into the room.

About a half hour later, they left the infirmary pronounced to be in good health.
(Molly's heart rate and pulse were a bit higher then normal, but that was to be expected considering the embarrassment prior to the check up.)

"I missed you so much," Remy hugged her tight.

"I missed you too," Molly looked over to see Sabertooth and Magneto talking,
"but I have to go take care of this."

"Molly, don't. It's not important," Remy said, but it wasn't of any use.
She was determined to confront Victor no matter what.

"We need to talk," Molly announced.

"We don't need to talk about anything kid," Victor tried to walk past her, but she blocked him.

"Yes. Yes we do!" Molly insisted, "You beat Remy up and it wasn't...it just wasn't right at all."

"So what? You're looking for an apology?" Victor rolled his eyes.

"I don't know. It's whatever Remy wants. I'm just angry. I don't ever like seeing him get hurt," Molly shrugged.

"Just leave Molly alone. Leave both of us alone. That's all I want," Remy said.

"Fine, fine," Victor said, "I've seen enough of either of you to last a life time anyway."

"And as for you," Molly looked at Erik Lensherr with pure curiosity in your eyes,
"What's your deal anyway? What's trying to take over the government going to get you?
People are always going to hate us and for all you know, if you overthrow it...well...
people could just see you as the next Hitler or something."

"I assure you my dear that people wouldn't dare make that association," Erik said.

Molly laughed sardonically, "You're kidding. He wanted genocide, you want genocide.
You hate humans, he hated just about everyone. You're trying to tell me there's really a difference there? History has been known to repeat itself."

"She has some good points Erik," Charles entered the hallway.

"She has no good points," Erik said, "Until you've lived through what I have,
you can't prove my plans wrong."

"Okay, but just don't be too surprised when we stop you," Molly became serious again.

"We will see. Things like this usually don't come without great cost," Erik left leaving their blood running cold in his wake.

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Within a week things had gotten back to their normal groove. Molly took the time to write Victor a check and sent it off,
with a little note telling him not to spend it all in one place.
Between the Professor and Jean, they'd tracked down a mutant named Ian who had been accidentally using his powers without even knowing it, putting any more body switching mishaps for the X-Men to rest once and for all.

Remy and Molly went on in their relationship, but that week had a little extra privacy thanks to Kurt and Kitty serving as deterrents from the other students annoying them.

Friday afternoon Molly went into her room after a shower.
There was a box on her bed, and on top of the box was a little red envelope. She opened the envelope first.

oOoOoO

Meet me in the garden at nine tonight,
Love Remy.

oOoOoO

Molly opened the box to see a familiar looking navy blue dress, almost identical to the one she had seen in Remys mind.
It looked gorgeous, but was it going to fit?

She tried it on. It definitely fit.
She could never remember owning anything so beautiful.

Nine o'clock came around and she went into the backyard,
down the path to the garden. "Uh, thanks for the dress," She said upon meeting Remy.

"Mm. You're welcome," Remys eyes weren't looking at her face. Molly gulped, staring at the ground.
He led her down a path where a stone bench was waiting on a small rounded stone platform.

"Remember how you said we could never do this for lack of privacy?" Remy led her to sit down. "Yeah. Uh, I'm afraid to ask what you did. You didn't tie up all the kids and throw them in the Danger Room, did you?" Molly looked at her boyfriend worriedly.
Remy snickered, "I paid Scott, Jean and Logan to take them all to the movies and out to the arcade. So we have the night to ourselves. No interruptions, no little annoyances."

"Oh, gosh. Now I'm almost afraid that I'm not going to live up to what's in your head.
You know me-clumsy and stuttery. Not really the, uh, making-out type," Molly felt embarrassed.

"Shh," Remy placed a finger on her lips, "I like clumsy and stuttery. Making-out is very simple." He put a hand on her cheek and his other hand on her waist, starting to kiss.

They took their time making-out. When they were taking a breather, Molly snuggled into his shoulder. "This is to make up for confusing Victor for me and everything, isn't it?"
She said.

"That and making up for all the lost days we didn't have together during that mess," Remy handed her a rose from the garden.

"Well I did forgive you when you said you were sorry like a million times," Molly smiled.
"I know, but being without you made me appreciate you even more," Remy smiled back.

Molly laughed, "It's like you're already married to me in your head! You want to do so much for me."

"We're a long ways off from marriage, but I know what you mean. That's what boyfriends do. They treat you well and do things for you,"

"So what do you want me to do for you anyway? Girlfriends need to do nice things too," Molly smiled innocently.

"Nothing, Cherie. You don't have to do a single thing," Remy hugged her.

"But-" Molly protested.

"Nothing," Remy repeated.

"You're sure?" Molly questioned.

"Undoubtedly positive," Remy answered, then kissed her again.