Walking A Mile In Someone Else's Shoes
by Shell Lee
'Uh oh, Tony's pissed,' Lucas thought. They'd been having fights more often than not lately. One would do or say something and that was it. The next thing you know they were yelling at each other. It was getting so bad that Bridger had ordered them to at least try and get along. It wasn't working out so well.
This time it was different. They had been getting along. Lucas was almost having a good time, even. Then he had made one off hand comment and that was it.
"I'm going for a swim." Lucas stayed silent as Tony grabbed his swim trunks and left. After living with the guy for so long he could see how close Tony was to pounding him through the floor.
Lucas sat down hevly on Tony's bunk. How could he be so stupid?
Dagwood poked his head in the door. "Mmm, is Tony ok?"
"Yeah Dag, he's just a little mad because of something I said." Lucas was tired of the fights. More than that though he was angry right back at Tony. "You know, Dag, he's always complaining about how hard life is for him. Like it's so easy being me." Lucas hadn't meant to say that last part out loud. But it felt so good to just vent for a little while. "You know what I'd like to see him try being me for a day. Just one. Then we'll see who has the harder life.
"Yeah, I wish he could be me for a day."
***
Tony stormed into the moon pool. He needed to calm down, pronto. Switching on the trasnlator-thingie he said, "Hey Darwin."
"Tony mad."
'Damn right I am,' Tony thought. "Yeah Tony's mad."
"Why?" Darwin asked.
"Lucas is being an ass agin. He just don't know how easy he's got it. He's still a kid with people who love him. Sometimes he says stuff and I just can't stay around him." Tony bent over to take off his shoes. "He moans and complains so much about his life. Like it's easy being me. I wish he could be me for just one day. Then we'll see who has it harder."
***
Someone had been watching the fight. Someone who could acctually do something about it. There was only one thing to say then. "Done."
***
The next day, Tony yawned, and stretched. Hearing something pop and feeling better for it, he swung his legs off the bunk.
And promptly fell on the floor. "Wha?" His sleep muddled brain was trying to process. 'Someone moved my bunk on me.'
"Keep it down. Some people are trying to sleep here." Lucas's voice came from some where beside him. Strange wasn't it supposed to come from above him?
"Lucas."
"Yes, and you're Tony." Figuring he couldn't get anymore sleep and was up for good Lucas sat up. And saw he wasn't in his bunk anymore. "What the?"
Tony's mouth had finally caught up with his brain. "I feel funny." Sleep had thickened his accent so much that you could spread it with a knife. "And who moved my bunk?" So maybe he was still a little asleep.
After Tony mentioned it Lucas felt it too. Things looked different, sounded different, hell the covers didn't feel like they should. "What's going on?"
Tony got up and sat down on Lucas' bunk. Things felt different, but somehow they felt familiar too.
"What are you doing?" Tony had lifted his shirt up and was looking at himself.
"They're gone." He looked at Lucas. "They're gone."
"What's gone?" He didn't hear Lucas though. He got back on the bunk and lifted Lucas's shirt up.
"They're gone, and you have some. What the fuck is going on?" Lucas didn't have a clue as to what Tony was talking about.
Until he looked down. "I have gills." And he did. There they were, on his sides, just like Tony's... "And you don't."
"Shit."
by Shell Lee
'Uh oh, Tony's pissed,' Lucas thought. They'd been having fights more often than not lately. One would do or say something and that was it. The next thing you know they were yelling at each other. It was getting so bad that Bridger had ordered them to at least try and get along. It wasn't working out so well.
This time it was different. They had been getting along. Lucas was almost having a good time, even. Then he had made one off hand comment and that was it.
"I'm going for a swim." Lucas stayed silent as Tony grabbed his swim trunks and left. After living with the guy for so long he could see how close Tony was to pounding him through the floor.
Lucas sat down hevly on Tony's bunk. How could he be so stupid?
Dagwood poked his head in the door. "Mmm, is Tony ok?"
"Yeah Dag, he's just a little mad because of something I said." Lucas was tired of the fights. More than that though he was angry right back at Tony. "You know, Dag, he's always complaining about how hard life is for him. Like it's so easy being me." Lucas hadn't meant to say that last part out loud. But it felt so good to just vent for a little while. "You know what I'd like to see him try being me for a day. Just one. Then we'll see who has the harder life.
"Yeah, I wish he could be me for a day."
***
Tony stormed into the moon pool. He needed to calm down, pronto. Switching on the trasnlator-thingie he said, "Hey Darwin."
"Tony mad."
'Damn right I am,' Tony thought. "Yeah Tony's mad."
"Why?" Darwin asked.
"Lucas is being an ass agin. He just don't know how easy he's got it. He's still a kid with people who love him. Sometimes he says stuff and I just can't stay around him." Tony bent over to take off his shoes. "He moans and complains so much about his life. Like it's easy being me. I wish he could be me for just one day. Then we'll see who has it harder."
***
Someone had been watching the fight. Someone who could acctually do something about it. There was only one thing to say then. "Done."
***
The next day, Tony yawned, and stretched. Hearing something pop and feeling better for it, he swung his legs off the bunk.
And promptly fell on the floor. "Wha?" His sleep muddled brain was trying to process. 'Someone moved my bunk on me.'
"Keep it down. Some people are trying to sleep here." Lucas's voice came from some where beside him. Strange wasn't it supposed to come from above him?
"Lucas."
"Yes, and you're Tony." Figuring he couldn't get anymore sleep and was up for good Lucas sat up. And saw he wasn't in his bunk anymore. "What the?"
Tony's mouth had finally caught up with his brain. "I feel funny." Sleep had thickened his accent so much that you could spread it with a knife. "And who moved my bunk?" So maybe he was still a little asleep.
After Tony mentioned it Lucas felt it too. Things looked different, sounded different, hell the covers didn't feel like they should. "What's going on?"
Tony got up and sat down on Lucas' bunk. Things felt different, but somehow they felt familiar too.
"What are you doing?" Tony had lifted his shirt up and was looking at himself.
"They're gone." He looked at Lucas. "They're gone."
"What's gone?" He didn't hear Lucas though. He got back on the bunk and lifted Lucas's shirt up.
"They're gone, and you have some. What the fuck is going on?" Lucas didn't have a clue as to what Tony was talking about.
Until he looked down. "I have gills." And he did. There they were, on his sides, just like Tony's... "And you don't."
"Shit."