By Miss P
Summary: Brennan and Booth switch bodies!
Disclaimer: I don't own Bones
A/N: Another chapter to "SEFBIAC" is on its way. For those who haven't seen it, check it out,
it's called "Sometimes even FBI Agents cry", and let me know what you think ; )
It was a Friday morning when Brennan woke up. At the instant she opened her eyes, she was sure something was wrong, she just didn't know what. With a tired yawn, she stretched and got out of bed. That's when she realized the room didn't look right. This was not her bedroom. Startled, Brennan scanned the room. It took several minutes for her to recognize the furniture and other things there. She knew where she was, but that didn't make the confusion less tangible. She had no memory of coming home with Booth last night, so why would she wake up in his bed?
Brennan finally managed to move her legs, and went into the bathroom, hoping some cold water splashed in her face would help her think clearly. It was when she looked in the bathroom mirror she saw it, Booth's face staring back at her.
"Booth what are you doing here?" it was a stupid question; it was his home after all. She spun around, ready to confront him, but there was no one there. "Booth?" Brennan repeated. There was something wrong with her voice. She turned back to the mirror, and there he was again, those gorgeous brown eyes staring at her in confusion.
Brennan slowly reached out and touched her face, the movement reflecting in the mirror. She gasped and pulled the hand away as if it had been burned. It was then she realized it, her own reflection didn't show, there was only Booth in the mirror. Brennan gasped again, staring at the mirror in shock. Afraid of what she would se; she looked down. It was what she feared, what she refused to believe. The body was a man's body, she guessed Booth's.
Her eyes shot up to stare back at the reflection. Her mouth fell open as she took in view of Booth's face staring back at her. Thoughts flashed through her head as she was trying to analyze the situation. It didn't work and everything she thought of had to be turned down as impossible. But she couldn't deny it either, the evidence was right there in front of her.
If she hadn't known that it was impossible, she would have thought that somehow, she had been trapped in Booth's body. Then, something else occurred to her. If she was somehow in Booth, where was he? Or... his soul. Where was her body?
A sharp knock on the door snapped her out of her thoughts. She felt dizzy when she walked out of the bathroom, and towards the door. What she saw when she opened it didn't make her feel better. For a moment she actually thought she was going to pass out right then and there.
They just started at each other for a long time, finally Brennan regained her voice. "We need to talk." the voice was really weird to her. And so was the person standing in the doorway. "Booth? Is that you?" she asked in disbelief. "What is going on?" she stared at the woman; it was supposed to be her.
"And what the hell are you wearing?" Brennan realized what a stupid question that was. Booth and she had somehow switched bodies, and all she could ask about was his choice of clothing?
"I could ask you the same."
"I woke up in this," Brennan defended herself, quickly scanning the boxers she had on. "You changed your clothes… please tell me you didn't… uh… look…"
Booth smiled nervously. "I tried not to. Hope you do the same. And... uh, keep your eyes closed, okay?"
A/N: I wanted do to something FUN while writing sad "SEFBIAC", so here's something, uh… different. Think "Freaky Friday" but with Booth and Brennan ; )
So, is it worth continuing, or too… weird?