comment_fic | Monday: Body Swap

Hey, everybody, I'm

ibonekoen and I'll be your host for the week! As you can see, I'm already off to a great start! Sorry for the late start; I'll try to make it on time tomorrow!

Anyway, onto the prompt: Body Swap! Think Freaky Friday, only featuring your characters! Go wild with the AUs, mix it up with some crossovers! Whatever you do, always remember to have fun! ;)

As always, here are the rules:

-No more than five prompts in a row. If someone fills one of your prompts, you are then free to prompt again!
-No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
-No spoilers in prompts!
-If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.

Prompts should be formatted as follows:
-Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt

Here are some examples to get you started:
Glee, Kurt+author's choice (except Karofsky), Wait a second, this isn't my room!

Avengers movieverse, Clint+Tony, He's always wondered what it was like to wear the Iron Man suit.

Glee/White Collar, Neal(/Cooper)+Blaine, So this is what it's like being 17 again...

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Crossfire Trail/Angel Crossover, JT and Lindsey, "Where The Hell Am I!?"

*points* Someone, please, write this!

I did it... sigh.. warts and all I filled the JT Lindsey body swap..

It may not be what you were expecting.

runs and hides.

Okay in my twisted thoughts Lindsey swaps into JT’s body the night Angel chopped off his hand, and the night of JT’s surgery to remove the bullet in his chest. The two are connected thru bloodlines and the Fevers and mystical powers of the full moon cause the swap, so it only lasts a few moments. (Come on take a ride on the fun train choooo choooo)

This will make more sense if you know the show Angel and if your kinda familiar with the other Crossfire trail fics I’ve been writing for soooooooomeone….squints evily at Langstonlover the little instigator. It’s all her fault…points finger.

Rafe’s POV
Rafe tried to relax back in the wooden rocking chair where he kept watch over JT. He’d watched the moon rise in the night sky. It was full and something about it felt strange, its glow a little too bright. His momma would have called it a witch’s moon but despite the eerie feeling Rafe welcomed the light because he could easily see if someone were to approach the building. He’d finally managed to get Rock to go to the hotel for a few hours of sleep by promising that he wouldn’t leave JT’s side until Rock returned. It was plain to those that knew him that Rock was in love with the young blue eyed cowboy.

JT had made it through surgery only to spike a raging fever shortly after Rock had left. The doctor was trying to fight the infection but between the fever and the laudanum, the doctor insisted JT needed for pain, the younger man had barely woken since he’s been shot.

The mantel clock from the doctors living quarters chimed midnight. Rafe stood from his seat in the rocking chair beside JT’s bed wanting to bring some circulation back into his legs that were threating to fall asleep. As the clock completed its chimes there was a sharp inhalation of breath from the bed alerting Rafe that JT was awake.

JT’s eyes were open, and he was slowly looking around the room, clearly confused. “Where the hell am I?!” JT demanded in a pained voice.

Lindsey’s POV

Lindsey opened his eyes and slowly looked around the room. The only light came from an oil lamp on the table by the bed. The dim light only served to throw the room into shadows. It was silent, no sounds of the city where he’s live for the last 8 years.. No it was the type of quiet you only get when you’re living in the middle of nowhere, with no electricity, no indoor plumbing. Is that where he was.. was he back home with his family in Oklahoma in their tiny two room home... was LA with the Evil that was Wolfram and Hart, and Angel a servant of the Powers that be, a nightmare. His past and present were a jumbled mess in his head, he couldn’t kept his thoughts straight.

Lindsey’s eyes finally settled on a tall figure hovering over his bed. “Where the hell am I?!” he demanded.

TBC BELOW

Shared POV

“Watch the language Kid.” Rafe said. Reaching out he placed a hand on JT’s forehead feeling that the heat from the fever was rising again. Reaching for the rag soaking in the basin Rafe rang out the excess water and placed the cool cloth on JT’s brow.

Lindsey closed his eyes, the cool cloth felt so good, his mind wandered to a time as a child when his father had done what he could to comfort his children…that winter that he lost two of his siblings. “Daddy? Do I have the flu too…..am I gonna die?” Lindsey asked. He was so hot, he just wanted to be cool. Weakly Lindsey tried to push away the heavy quilt that covered him only to groan in pain when pain shot thru his chest… but no..”no it should be my arm that hurts.. didn’t Angel just chop off my hand?”

Rafe gave up trying to make sense of JT’s mumbling about Angels and severed limbs passing the talk off as fevered delirium. “Don’t try to move son, just relax.” Rafe sat on the edge of the bed placing his hands on JT’s shoulders.

“I would have changed for him…my Irish Angel.. but he took my hand.. he’ll never love me now. All I wanted was his love.” Lindsey struggled against the hands holding him down.. moaning as the pain grew in his chest.

“JT you have to calm down son.” Rafe urged, letting go of one of JT’s shoulders Rafe grabbed the small glass of laudanum and forced the younger man to drink. As JT drifted off to sleep Rafe whispered softly. “Don’t worry about your Irishman JT, he loves you too he’s just afraid to tell you, but he’ll come around son… he’ll come around.”

Oooh, smart conflating the two Irishmen

cool!!! I was hoping that would be noticed.

Its the little things that make me smile.

OMG! That was amazing! :) Love the end, lol, it was really sweet ^^

Aww... Poor Lindsey... He's such a sweet mess.

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