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enjoythe_ride) wrote2011-05-03 10:52 pm
enjoythe_ride) wrote2011-05-03 10:52 pm
charloft } { 35. Burn
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This was the last time she took an amateur on a case.
One minute she had been discussing the potion that she needed to buy with the woman in the store, and the next there was this dizzying burning sensation riding up the line of her spine and everything went black. When she came to, they were in a boarded up room, and something was … wrong.
Very, very wrong.
There was a groan from somewhere next to her, but what startled her to attention was that that groan was hers. It was in her voice, and when she turned her head in the direction of it, she was surprised to see that it was coming from her body. She scrambled back into a sitting position, staring at herself with wide eyes, and her first realization was that oh, God, she was dead. She was about to utter that much until she noticed that something wasn’t quite right about her either.
“What the—”
Her voice stopped dead when she realized it wasn’t her voice. Her hand wandered up to her throat and she noticed that it was a very large, very broad hand that does not fit with her usual, more feminine limb. She pulled back to look at it, turning it over in front of her, and then she realized exactly where she was.
“Clark! Wake up!”
Her body groaned again, green eyes blinking open as she started to look around. “What the—” Then there was a gasp. “Oh, no.”
“You touched something. After I told you not to.”
“I didn’t touch anything!” He glared back at her through her own eyes, but it was a glare she recognized as Clark’s all the same. “I swear.”
“Then what did you do?” she asked, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “Because the only way that we could have been transferred to each other’s bodies is if she was able to use something as a conduit. So you would have had to touched one of the totems in the shop, or read something, or eaten something … ”
“Wait. Eaten?”
Was everyone around her really an idiot? “You ate something?”
“She offered me a glass of water!”
“We were dealing with a gypsy. You didn’t think that something might be in it?”
“No!” he rolled his eyes at her. “Why would I think that?”
Bela rolled her eyes right back, before starting to glance around the room. “When I get my body back? You are never coming on a case with me again.”
“Great. I’ll be happy not to. Just … get me my body back.”
“I’m working on it.” She pushed herself up to her feet and started glancing around. There had to have been a way out of this room, it was just a matter of finding it. Her fingers landed on the wall, letting them brush along the concrete searching for a seam of some kind. When her fingers caught against the hinge of a door, she moved quickly, starting to brush the dirt away from the door until she found the handle. “There it is.” Her fingers curled around the handle and she went to tug, just as Clark happened to speak up.
“Just be careful how hard you—”
Beofre he could finish, the door was flying across the room and crashing just over his head. Her eyes widened, trying to take in what just happened, and Clark, on the other hand, only cringed.
“—pull.”
“How did I—?”
“Later. Can we get back in our right bodies first?”
“Fine,” she sighed, before gesturing towards the door. “After you.”
He nodded, and got to his feet, a little wobbly in Bela’s heels. “I have no idea how girls walk in these things.”
“Breeding, Clark,” she said with a smirk. “Pure breeding.”
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fromthetap is used with permission and love.]This was the last time she took an amateur on a case.
One minute she had been discussing the potion that she needed to buy with the woman in the store, and the next there was this dizzying burning sensation riding up the line of her spine and everything went black. When she came to, they were in a boarded up room, and something was … wrong.
Very, very wrong.
There was a groan from somewhere next to her, but what startled her to attention was that that groan was hers. It was in her voice, and when she turned her head in the direction of it, she was surprised to see that it was coming from her body. She scrambled back into a sitting position, staring at herself with wide eyes, and her first realization was that oh, God, she was dead. She was about to utter that much until she noticed that something wasn’t quite right about her either.
“What the—”
Her voice stopped dead when she realized it wasn’t her voice. Her hand wandered up to her throat and she noticed that it was a very large, very broad hand that does not fit with her usual, more feminine limb. She pulled back to look at it, turning it over in front of her, and then she realized exactly where she was.
“Clark! Wake up!”
Her body groaned again, green eyes blinking open as she started to look around. “What the—” Then there was a gasp. “Oh, no.”
“You touched something. After I told you not to.”
“I didn’t touch anything!” He glared back at her through her own eyes, but it was a glare she recognized as Clark’s all the same. “I swear.”
“Then what did you do?” she asked, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “Because the only way that we could have been transferred to each other’s bodies is if she was able to use something as a conduit. So you would have had to touched one of the totems in the shop, or read something, or eaten something … ”
“Wait. Eaten?”
Was everyone around her really an idiot? “You ate something?”
“She offered me a glass of water!”
“We were dealing with a gypsy. You didn’t think that something might be in it?”
“No!” he rolled his eyes at her. “Why would I think that?”
Bela rolled her eyes right back, before starting to glance around the room. “When I get my body back? You are never coming on a case with me again.”
“Great. I’ll be happy not to. Just … get me my body back.”
“I’m working on it.” She pushed herself up to her feet and started glancing around. There had to have been a way out of this room, it was just a matter of finding it. Her fingers landed on the wall, letting them brush along the concrete searching for a seam of some kind. When her fingers caught against the hinge of a door, she moved quickly, starting to brush the dirt away from the door until she found the handle. “There it is.” Her fingers curled around the handle and she went to tug, just as Clark happened to speak up.
“Just be careful how hard you—”
Beofre he could finish, the door was flying across the room and crashing just over his head. Her eyes widened, trying to take in what just happened, and Clark, on the other hand, only cringed.
“—pull.”
“How did I—?”
“Later. Can we get back in our right bodies first?”
“Fine,” she sighed, before gesturing towards the door. “After you.”
He nodded, and got to his feet, a little wobbly in Bela’s heels. “I have no idea how girls walk in these things.”
“Breeding, Clark,” she said with a smirk. “Pure breeding.”
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