MCA #5 [Monday Morning]

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Waking up after Fandom weirdness was always the same process for Veronica

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Fred Dukes, however, was waking up and realizing he wasn't alone in his room. The memories, however, they were... special.

"...oh crap," he said, when he realized what was going on.

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"Yeah, that about sums it up," Veronica agreed. She was struggling to pull her dress over her head even as she wondered where the hell it had come from.

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"Uhhhh," Fred said, sitting up in the bed. The springs groaned as he moved. "I say we cut a deal. I, uhhh, won't tell anyone about this, and you don't tell anyone I was a chick."

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"Deal," Veronica agreed quickly. "I'm really, really hoping that I didn't murder my husband this weekend."

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"...if you did, I won't tell anybody," Fred said. He didn't add 'And you'd be welcome to hide from the law here'. Even though he kind of wanted to. Poor bastard. "Probably didn't, though. Since, uhhh, I didn't keep the vag."

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If she did, she would be turning herself in. Because woah guilt.

But Veronica's curiosity got the best of her and she had to look over at Fred. "What was up with you randomly being a chick anyway?"

And a hot one at that.

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"Uhhh, plastic surgery. Apparently," Fred said. "It was for revenge. And, uhhh, stuff."

He wasn't going to talk about how it had been kind of... freeing.

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"Wow. Impressive surgery."

Because she would have never, ever realized it was him. "Your secret is safe with me though. I promise."

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"Yeah, especially if you consider you can't cut me with a damn scalpel," Fred said, rubbing his eyes.

"...uhhh, thanks and stuff."

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"Yeah, no problem," Veronica said, finally locating her shoes and pulling them on. "I should go. Um... talk to you later?"

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"Later," Fred said. "Uhhh, nice seeing you again."

Later, Fred would curse himself for not having a camera set up in his bedroom.