[Gideon]

[callofkaren]

Gideon never was a fucking morning person. It was a fucking process waking up, and things weren't any different.

Or at least he thought it wasn't.

Really, he noticed shit was off. He just didn't perceive it quickly, which was why, despite finding the arm around him not as familiar as it fucking should have been, he didn't wake up immediately. It

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[formerfratboy]

The flailing and shrieking, well, it woke Nick up. Pretty quickly, really. Even still, he didn't sleep very well, so screaming -- especially not coming from him mid-nightmare that he wouldn't talk about -- was one sure way to wake him up in a hurry.

Nick sat up in bed, looking at where Karen should be, then following the tangle of blankets down to the floor. "What's wrong?" he asked with concern, moving over to the edge of the bed to look at her.

She looked disgruntled. Hot and half asleep and naked and horrified. He was a little confused.

"Come on back to bed, tell me what happened." Nick reached out his hand to her to help her up off the floor.

[callofkaren]

The guy was acting like it was normal they'd been sleeping together. Gideon untangled himself from the sheets he'd fallen with, ignoring the hand, not even giving a fuck that he was naked - and he was very, very naked. Thing was, he quickly realized standing was a very fucking bad idea, because he found himself with an eyeful. He looked away the minute he realized it.

"Dude, holy shit. Put some fucking pants on," he said. The sight of some other guy's junk was not something he wanted to see that early in the morning - or ever, really. "What's wrong? Are you fucking kidding me? Look at me! I have boobs!"

This had to be a really, really bad nightmare. He was going to wake up soon, and if he didn't, he didn't know what the fuck he was going to do.

[formerfratboy]

"Uh." Nick blinked at Karen, wondering if maybe he was the one still having a weird dream. "Yeah, you kind of always have those."

Regardless, he reached for the blanket, draping it over his lap. He wasn't quite sure where his clothes had ended up, and he'd rather figure out what the hell was going on before embarking on a wild search for boxers.

"Are you... did you hit your head or something on the floor?" He was a scientist, not a doctor, but he knew that Karen was acting way weird.

[callofkaren]

Gideon could at least look at the guy now that he was covered up. He still had no fucking idea who he was, but he had more pressing things to worry about.

"No, I really don't," he replied, flatly. He paused, trying to calm himself down, though he didn't know if that was fucking possible. "Who the fuck are you, anyway?"

[formerfratboy]

"Okay, now I'm convinced you've lost your mind." Nick frowned grimly, running his hand through his hair.

"Karen, seriously. It's not, like, April Fool's Day or anything. It's not Make Nick Think He's Crazy Day, either. What the hell?"

[callofkaren]

"Karen?" he repeated, looking at him like he was fucking crazy. He only knew one Karen, and it took him a minute to realize why the name Nick sounded familiar. Karen had mentioned a boyfriend once before, and he was pretty sure that was his name.

That didn't seem fucking possible, unless -

"Shit," he breathed out, feeling kind of dizzy. He markedly didn't look down any longer, because suddenly he was feeling like that was shit he wasn't supposed to be seeing either. "Fuck, I need clothes. Where are..."

He found a shirt. It was huge and probably the guy's, but he wasn't going to be fucking picky given the situation. He pulled it on, satisfied when he saw it covered most of his - her - body.

"Look," he said, once it was on, turning to him. "I'm not Karen. I don't know why the fuck I look like her right now or what the fuck is going on, but I'm not her. I'm not even a fucking girl."

[formerfratboy]

Nick gaped at not-Karen as she bustled about, looking for clothes. There was something way, way wrong about this situation. His mind automatically went to crime-scene-investigator mode, trying to figure out possible reasons for why Karen was acting like she didn't know him and didn't belong there.

Poison. Brainwashing. Sudden onset of a psychotic break. Head trauma. Some sort of drug.

Island hijinx didn't even cross his mind.

"Are you sure you didn't--" He gestured vaguely at her head. "Look, we'll just go to the clinic or something, okay? This isn't-- this isn't normal." He shifted from the bed, sheet wrapped around his waist as he began hunting for his clothes. "You are Karen, you just... I don't know, you just forgot."

[callofkaren]

This guy was fucking dense. He rolled his eyes, watching him grab clothes. He knew he wasn't fucking crazy, and he wasn't going to add going to the clinic on a list of shit he'd have to endure.

"I'm not fucking nuts, so stop acting like it. My name is Gideon," he told him, waving away his concern. "Last thing I remember is falling asleep with my girlfriend, and the next thing I know you're fucking spooning me. Which, by the way? Gross, dude. Seriously."

[formerfratboy]

He wasn't dense, he was just, well. He didn't always think outside of the box very well, and the island had been so good to him for so long that he'd kind of forgotten that it could do weird shit like--

Like...

Oh.

He suddenly remembered a time not too long after he'd arrived, when Grissom was walking around in the body of a teenage girl, all blushy and nervous and--

Suddenly, finding his clothes was a way bigger priority than before.

"Oh. Oh. Oh, Jesus God, I'm sorry," he said, scooping up his jeans and boxers from the floor and backing away. He moved awkwardly, trying to get his clothes back on without dropping the sheet. "And I wasn't spooning you, so just chill about that, it was Karen, and it's not my fault you woke up stuck in her body and, wow, man, this is fucked up."

[callofkaren]

At least the guy was getting it now. In fact, he actually was sounding like he knew more than he fucking did about things. If he had answers, Gideon wanted them.

"What do you mean, oh?" he asked, looking away again when he saw him pulling on clothes, just in case. He really didn't need to see shit twice. "You know what's going on?"

[formerfratboy]

Nick buttoned his jeans and looked for a shirt before realizing the not-Karen was wearing it. Well, he'd just have to go without, for now.

"Not long after I got here, like, a year and a half ago, this happened before, people just woke up in other peoples' bodies." He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to think it out. "It was just... random island shit, you know? And it lasted for a couple of days and then everyone woke up and they were ... properly bodied again." He shrugged. "So hopefully it'll, you know, still work that way."

[callofkaren]

A couple of days. Gideon didn't want to be like this, period, especially when it had changed him into a fucking girl. It wasn't like it was the guy's fault, though, so he tried to not put all the blame on him. Karen would probably fucking kill him if he were a jackass.

"So I just need to sit around and wait? Shit," he grumbled, looking annoyed. He had to go find Penny. He didn't know where the fuck she was or who she was with that looked like him, but it was enough to raise concern. "I need to go find someone. Where does she keep her shit?"

[formerfratboy]

"Well, you don't have to sit around, you can go do things." Nick looked at Gideon-as-Karen rather seriously; he didn't know this guy, but he sure hoped he took good care of Karen's body. "She's got some clothes in here," Nick said, pulling open a drawer of clothes. "You -- yeah, go do whatever. Just take good care of her."

[callofkaren]

Gideon sure as hell wasn't asking the guy for permission. He would've went even if he told him not to, because he wasn't going to fucking sit around until this shit was over. He did pause at what he said, though, because he did get the worry, really, and he'd probably be doing a shitload more threatening if someone was in Penny's body.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to fuck around," he replied before heading over to start looking through her shit. He hoped to god she had something baggy. "I know Karen. And even if I didn't..."

He just shrugged. He wasn't that kind of guy, for all the jackass kind of things he did.

[formerfratboy]

Nick sat back down on the bed, giving Gideon room to go through Karen's stuff. "Good," he said, tucking his legs up underneath his body. Nick knew well enough that he was only borderline-normal on the best of days, so the idea of anything happening to Karen, especially while she wasn't inhabiting her own body, especially while there was some psycho murderer running around on the island, well, it was enough to make him feel a little ill. "Just be careful, is all." He shrugged vaguely. He didn't want to be the crazy overprotective boyfriend, but it was hard when there was someone else in his girlfriend's body.