Locked to Vanessa Bell

[just_wontsettle]

The night before'd been just like any other. When he'd finally pulled himself onto the bed, Tim was already half unconscious, draped over the foot of the mattress and muttering to himself. Or to Jason. Really, it was hard to tell. They'd talked island game strategies well into the night, even scribbling up a play or two, just find that old rhythm

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[texas_forever]

Nessa woke slowly, turning once more in her bed. She felt odd, but blamed it entirely on her slow waking.

It took another moment for her to realise she wasn’t in bed, but rather on the floor. Had she fallen? She didn’t feel like she had fallen, had no ache in her body. In fact, sleepy though she still was, she felt rather good. Different.

It took yet another moment for her to wake up fully and rise - with surprising ease. She passed a hand through her hair and rested it on her chest. It was then that she slightly panicked. Her hair wasn’t her hair, and her chest was most certainly not her chest.

“What in the name of...-“ And neither was her voice, her voice.

[just_wontsettle]

The night before hadn't been that rough, so, stirring from sleep, Jason wheezed out a tired laugh, lifting a hand to scrub over his face before he'd even opened his eyes.

"Dude, what your head this time."

[texas_forever]

"What the bloody hell is going on? Who are you?" Her voice had an American cowboy-like accent, but above all, what was most panick-inducing; she was a man.

[just_wontsettle]

"What?" Jason popped up as quick as he could, all the sudden wide awake and staring down at his friend on the floor. Tim looked back without a drop of recognition, and it was just about the weirdest feeling Jason'd ever felt.

"Who are you?"