Title: The other side

Summary: in which Sam and Mercedes learn the hard way what it's like to be each other. (Written for Samcedes Week two years ago.)

Warning: purely foolery ahead/ spelling errors but still pretty funny.

They were fighting again. It seemed like they did that a lot lately. Sam and Mercedes didn't even know what triggered the fights anymore. It could be anything, from shoes being left on the ground to who was the better Kardashian, and they'd still end up fighting. It seemed like a daily occurrence for them now. Together only five years and never married proved to be a bad decision on both their parts. They did all the things married people did; they lived together like a married couple, and they fought like a married couple. Yet there were no ring exchanges or vows. Only domestic… Horror.

"Yeah well fuck you too!" Mercedes said as she slammed the bedroom door.
She couldn't believe a simple conversation about their schedules turned into an all-out argument which, turned into them once again saying things they both didn't mean.

"Mercedes open the damn door! This is my house too!" Sam kicked the door frustrated. He couldn't believe that she said that he was jealous of her success. He couldn't believe he said she was bitter because of his own. He didn't even know how this damn argument started but now he was angry and all he wanted to do was yell at the woman he loved the most.

"I'm not opening shit! Leave me alone, Sam!" Mercedes yelled from the other side of the door.

"I'm not going anywhere until we settle this!" Sam said back.

"You want to settle this? Fine lets settle it! You have no idea what it's like to be me! You never will Sam!"

"Just like you dont have any idea what it's like to be me!" calming down Sam suggests, " Open the door 'Cedes… Lets talk."

Mercedes was sitting on the bed now, in tears. She wanted to open the door and talk to Sam, to work it out and apologize and have great makeup sex. But her mind told her no… Tonight she was gonna be stubborn.

"Just… go away Sam… I want to be alone right now."

Sam looked at the door that was between them and sighed… He wanted to talk and apologize, but instead he just went into the guest room, completely defeated, and went to sleep.

That night as they both slept in separate beds, a thunderstorm hit… Causing everything to go black. Seconds later everything was alright again… That is of course… everything but, Sam and Mercedes.

Sam woke up first. His eyes crept open one by one and he sat up and stretched. Looking around the room he wondered how he made it back into his and Mercedes room when she was so angry last night that she didn't even open the door. He just shrugged and got out of bed to go to the bathroom. He stood there in front of the toilet bowl, still half asleep as he began to pee. Only… the pee ran down his leg instead of straight into the bowl. He finally opened his eyes all the way and saw a brown pair of legs. He touched himself between them and felt a familiar yet strange thing… a vagina.

"what the fuck?" Sam said as he began to touch himself again, still feeling a vagina and no penis. Confused and mostly shocked Sam goes to the mirror and sees something that makes his face go completely white. He sees Mercedes' face… but through his eyes.

Sam touches all over himself and he slaps his- her face and yet he got the same result.

Sam did the only thing a person would do if he found out that he was in his girlfriend's body: he screamed at the top of his lungs.

Running into the guest room, Sam's worse fears came alive as he saw himself laying in the guest bed, he hoped to god that if he was in Mercedes body- she was in his.

He shook her- himself awake in haste.

"Babe.. Baby wake up!" he said to himself.

Mercedes stirred and said, "Leave me alone… I'm still mad at you and I'm trying to sleep."

"Cedes, baby I think we have bigger problems than our fight… Open your eyes, look at me." Sam begs.

Mercedes sits up on the bed, wondering why the hell this boy was bothering her at this god forsaken hour. She rubbed her eyes and then opened them wide and saw herself. She was stunned by what she saw. Why was she looking at herself instead of Sam? What in the actual fuck was going on?

"YOU…YOU'RE…" Mercedes began..

"Yes." Is all Sam replied. He already knew what she was going to say. Mercedes didn't even say anything else, she quickly ran into the guest bathroom and once she saw Sam's face she started to scream. Sam ran into the bathroom after her and told her to calm down.

"I'M- I'M YOU!" Mercedes shouted in front of the mirror.

"And I am you…" Sam said to behind her. They both looked into the mirror and began to examine their new features. Mercedes closed her eyes as her hands traveled down to Sam's special place. She cupped his whole package and then screamed again. She had a fucking dick… a PENIS! She was freaking out…

Meanwhile, Sam was in the mirror playing with his newly acquired breasts. He held the heavy tits in his hands and stated to smile. Mercedes saw what he was doing and she slapped his hands away.

"Sam stop touching my breasts!" Mercedes said to him.

"I'm sorry okay? They're just.. Awesome, I mean you know I love your breasts personally, but there's nothing like feeling them as… you, it's like… liberating." Sam smiled again this time at her, she rolled her eyes and slapped his- her- forehead.

"Ouch! Okay… no more touching of the breasts… jeez." Sam says.

"Good because we need to focus… we need to find out how the hell we got this way? Do you know what could've happened?" Mercedes asks herself… well Sam. Damn this was confusing!

"Nope all I remember is going to sleep as me… totally pissed at you." Sam admits.

"Damn… that's all I remember too. Sam what the fuck are we gonna do?" Mercedes looks at herself in the mirror again and lightly sobs. She didn't know what happened but she knew for damn sure she couldn't live her live as Sam Evans. That was for certain. When Sam didn't answer her question she turned to see him once again playing with her breasts…

"SAM!" she yells at him.

"What?" Sam says? " We are screwed anyway… might as well enjoy it."

Sam was right… they were most definitely… screwed.