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?"

[texas_forever]

"Vanessa Bell, and I can assure you this is most..." It was awful to hear another voice in her mind than what she heard aloud. She then looked back to the man, who, for all she knew, could have caused this. "who are you?"

[just_wontsettle]

"Jason Street," he answered, drawling the words out slowly, confusion creasing his brow. He'd heard about how the island liked to have fun, sure, but seeing it up close and personal... he couldn't quite wrap his head around it.

"Look, I think you must've switched bodies with a guy named Tim Riggins, somehow."

[texas_forever]

In her time here on the island, Nessa had heard of these peculiar oddities that sometimes occurred. But it was a different matter all-together to be part of it. And this young man, that for some reason she felt quite familiar with, seemed to know as little as she did.

"Tim Riggins..." She took a deep breath and looked down at herself..him. "Well, he takes good care of it," she praised as she traced a finger by the shapely torso.

[just_wontsettle]

"Uh..." Jason blinked rapidly, suddenly looking at a loss and pretty damn desperate to burn that image out of his head, and fast.

Shifting down on the bed, Jason walked on his hands to where his chair waited for him, grabbing his slide board and boasting himself onto his seat, dropping first one foot and then the other onto his footrests.

"There are clothes in the bottom drawer there. And a bathroom right through that door."

[texas_forever]

She noticed his uncomfort and didn't continue her trail, but smiled instead - which she assumed must look odd to the other. "Thank you," she paused for a moment. "Do you need any help?" she asked, bluntly, but honestly. After all, this Tim had slept on the floor so near to the Jason.

[just_wontsettle]

"Nah, I'm fine. Thanks," he smiled easily, putting the board aside and unbraking his wheels.

"Do you usually live in the compound?"

[texas_forever]

"No, no, I live in..." She frowned and shook her head, greasy locks of hair crossing her face. She removed them from there, with a careful hand. "I'm sorry, I can't get used to this voice. I'm English originally, and, well, a woman," she smiled and tried again. "I live in a hut a bit further away."

[just_wontsettle]

"It's no problem," Jason laughed, "Tim usually talks like he's got marbles in his mouth, so I'm used to it."

[texas_forever]

She smiled at the kind young man. "I live there with my son. I think - if you'll be all right - I ought to look for him and... myself."

[just_wontsettle]

"Yeah, of course. I'll be fine," he said, moving back to give Tim's considerable bulk more room to move. "I guess I should say be careful with the new wheels but I have a feeling you will."

[texas_forever]

She smiled and nodded, apologising for her original occupant of his body. "Boys will be boys."