Post by pandora on Apr 24, 2011 7:08:49 GMT 10
Title: Body Swap (1)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 520
Pairing: Dom/Evin
Round/Fight: 2/A
Summary: Where miraculously Evin and Dom have swapped bodies: Dom wakes up feeling not quite like himself.
Dom woke up to cold toes. He rolled onto his back and kicked at the blanket trying to cover his chilled feet, but only succeed in baring his shoulders – which was an even less acceptable option.
Twisting and turning he tried every position possible, but he just couldn’t get comfortable. Perhaps his blanket had shrunk in the wash. In frustration he rolled again, kicking the bed end in the process. Apparently the bed had shrunk too.
Maybe it was a growth spurt, he thought with a sigh, however at the age of 28 that seemed unlikely.
Grumbling about badly behaved bedding, he disentangled himself from his blanket only to find himself completely naked. Somewhat disoriented and utterly confused, Dom stumbled around in the dark trying to locate his clothes. It would seem one of the Riders, in an attempt to be funny, had rearranged his clothes draws.
Eventually he found some suitable garments; although it seemed a while since they had been cleaned, they would do for the training yard. But try as he may, Dom had been unable to find a single pair of underpants.
Making his way out to the training yards he almost ran into two young Rider girls as they bustled out into the hall, evidently sneaking back to their own beds after a night with some men of the Own.
“Morning ladies,” Dom said with a wink, before pushing open the door and moving out into the crisp morning air.
The Riders watched him go in bewilderment.
“Did Commander Evin just wink at us?” one asked in disbelief.
“He sure did,” replied the other, “and he called us ‘ladies’!”
The two burst out giggling as they hurried off to breakfast.
Dom pushed his hair out of his eyes for what felt like the hundredth time since he’d began his combat drills -- it really shouldn’t need cutting again this soon. He fixed his grip on his staff and was about to start over, when he heard pounding footsteps and shouts behind him.
He spun to see what looked like, well, himself, running towards the training yards, shirtless... Or at least what he would look like if he ever turned into a screaming deranged madman.
Dom could only watch frozen in horror as his doppelganger jumped the fence and stopped just a few short feet away.
“Give me back my body!” it cried.
“What are you?” Dom asked, willing his body to step away. “Stay back.”
“No! Gods curse it, Dom, I don’t know how you’ve done this but it’s not funny! I want me back now!” The creature – it must be some form of immortal - lunged at him, grabbing for his shirt. “It’s me! Ev-“
Motion returned and Dom jumped back, in the same movement swinging up his staff to knock the creature unconscious.
Now, Dom had knocked himself out before, but this was a different experience entirely. He shook his head in amazement, and tried to work out what the creature had been about to say. It almost sounded like he said “Evin”... Throwing down the staff he ran for the barracks. Something was very wrong.
QC by PeroxidePirate
Rating: PG
Word Count: 520
Pairing: Dom/Evin
Round/Fight: 2/A
Summary: Where miraculously Evin and Dom have swapped bodies: Dom wakes up feeling not quite like himself.
Dom woke up to cold toes. He rolled onto his back and kicked at the blanket trying to cover his chilled feet, but only succeed in baring his shoulders – which was an even less acceptable option.
Twisting and turning he tried every position possible, but he just couldn’t get comfortable. Perhaps his blanket had shrunk in the wash. In frustration he rolled again, kicking the bed end in the process. Apparently the bed had shrunk too.
Maybe it was a growth spurt, he thought with a sigh, however at the age of 28 that seemed unlikely.
Grumbling about badly behaved bedding, he disentangled himself from his blanket only to find himself completely naked. Somewhat disoriented and utterly confused, Dom stumbled around in the dark trying to locate his clothes. It would seem one of the Riders, in an attempt to be funny, had rearranged his clothes draws.
Eventually he found some suitable garments; although it seemed a while since they had been cleaned, they would do for the training yard. But try as he may, Dom had been unable to find a single pair of underpants.
Making his way out to the training yards he almost ran into two young Rider girls as they bustled out into the hall, evidently sneaking back to their own beds after a night with some men of the Own.
“Morning ladies,” Dom said with a wink, before pushing open the door and moving out into the crisp morning air.
The Riders watched him go in bewilderment.
“Did Commander Evin just wink at us?” one asked in disbelief.
“He sure did,” replied the other, “and he called us ‘ladies’!”
The two burst out giggling as they hurried off to breakfast.
Dom pushed his hair out of his eyes for what felt like the hundredth time since he’d began his combat drills -- it really shouldn’t need cutting again this soon. He fixed his grip on his staff and was about to start over, when he heard pounding footsteps and shouts behind him.
He spun to see what looked like, well, himself, running towards the training yards, shirtless... Or at least what he would look like if he ever turned into a screaming deranged madman.
Dom could only watch frozen in horror as his doppelganger jumped the fence and stopped just a few short feet away.
“Give me back my body!” it cried.
“What are you?” Dom asked, willing his body to step away. “Stay back.”
“No! Gods curse it, Dom, I don’t know how you’ve done this but it’s not funny! I want me back now!” The creature – it must be some form of immortal - lunged at him, grabbing for his shirt. “It’s me! Ev-“
Motion returned and Dom jumped back, in the same movement swinging up his staff to knock the creature unconscious.
Now, Dom had knocked himself out before, but this was a different experience entirely. He shook his head in amazement, and tried to work out what the creature had been about to say. It almost sounded like he said “Evin”... Throwing down the staff he ran for the barracks. Something was very wrong.
QC by PeroxidePirate