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[how_itgoes]

Something was off. Even asleep, Martha instinctively knew as much. On her best days, she was still a light sleeper, prone to waking at the slightest provocation. It made her a poor bedmate, although she tried to spare the Master as much as possible, taking care to not disturb him when she felt inclined towards a late-night walkabout

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[neveraffordme]

MOLLY!

He's falling, tumbling down some endless rabbit hole and normally Sam would wake up any moment in a sweat, heart pounding and his mind rushing and he's not sure what's different today except for the unmistakable sensation that he is falling and someone is watching and there is a bullet.

No. No, no, "NO!" he snaps and sits up in a panic, staring around the room and wondering at what point he'd commandeered the bed. And at what point he'd exchanged his voice for a woman's. So many strange things have happened to him over the past few years, but this is..."Oh, miserable," he sighs aloud and stares down at what are unmistakably women's breasts. And not only that, but if he's in a bed and this is still his room, then...

"Who are you and why are you in my body?" Sam demands immediately, staring at himself from the bed, clutching the covers higher and higher yet, out of some need to protect his mind's insane need to switch and jumble them around like this. "Alex?" he half-pleads, the word breathy and desperate.

[how_itgoes]

Martha had never seen the woman on the bed in her life, and yet there was a certain sense of relief in finding her there. Her first logical thought was that this must be Annie, Sam's fabled girlfriend, but then the woman continued and the pieces clicked.

"Sam?" she asked, and good God, it sounded so odd to say that name in that voice, to feel the lower timbre reverberate in her head. "I've already had your body once, thanks. I wasn't looking to do it again, especially not this literally." What was she going to do with it? Right now, right this moment, she had Sam Tyler's cock in her pants, and it was not the way she'd imagined that ever happening.

[neveraffordme]

Sam starts to rub his head, a headache impending and not getting any better and now he's not just covering for modesty, but he's genuinely cold and oh god, it's different but it's no better. That impending sense of death is still there and a skittish glance to the side shows that at least Gene's gone somewhere, so they can avoid that for now. "Yes, yes, I'm Sam Tyler," he snaps, a bit on edge and terse, but that might be the panic attack that's threatening in its usual way, just with new scenery. "Who are..."

He blinks rapidly, gaping widely. "Martha?"

[how_itgoes]

"This place has such a twisted sense of humor," Martha sighed, and rubbed both hands over her face. "I didn't intend to wake up in your body, Sam, I promise-" Without warning, her voice halted. "Are you living in the clinic? How can you stand that?" she blurted, and clutched at her head with one hand. The constant beeping was already driving her mad, and it didn't help that it seemed unnecessarily loud.