Prompto had to make it up to Ignis.

He might have trained to be a member of the Crownsguard, but Prompto just wasn't built for close quarter combat. He didn't have the HP for it. In between Wiz Chocobo Ranch and Lestallum they'd used over a dozen elixirs on him alone, putting a decent dent in their wallet. Ignis hadn't said anything per se, but it was hard to miss the hint of annoyance in his voice when they pulled up to Lestallum and he reminded Noct to replenish their curatives…again.

The sun had gone down an hour or so ago, cutting the city heat enough to wander around in comfort. At the moment Ignis and Gladio were browsing the spice market while Iris and Noct wandered around. Gladio called it a 'date' jokingly, but Prompto suspected nothing would come of it. Noctis had known Iris longer than he'd known Prompto, and Noct had told him a few times that she was like a little sister to him.

With the others occupied with their own things going on, Prompto took it upon himself to try and get his own supply of curatives. That way when he inevitably needed to cure himself, he wouldn't be dipping into the group supply and by extension their Gil.

He made his way to Moatte's Odds 'n' Ends and went to pick up a few elixirs when he saw the price tag. "Five hundred Gil each?" he said to the attendant. "Aren't they usually only four hundred?"

The employee gave a shrug. "Supply and demand, Kid. There've been a lot more daemons out at night and we've been running low."

Prompto's shoulders slumped. He only had about a thousand Gil to is name. He sighed, and silently debated whether he should use the credit card his parents gave him in case of emergencies.

The clerk seemed to take pitty on him. "If you're a bit tight on cash you can try the shop over on Diagon Alley. It's a few streets north of here. They have off brand name stuff and the lady who runs it is a bit creepy, but you might find some stuff there for cheaper. Name of the place is Tatianna's Mirror."

"Really? Thanks man."

"No problem."

A short while later Prompto was making his way down a narrow, oddly named street. The shops all seemed to be at a cockeyed angle. "Hmm, Diagon Alley… diagonally. I get it. Very funny." He gave a sarcastic laugh at the pun.

It wasn't hard to find the shop. The lopsided window's display was full of vials and bottles with varying shades of color and luminosity. The inside had some of the strangest items Prompto had ever seen for sale. Green marbles that were supposed to cast spells of fire, blizzard, or lighting, but they were way out of his price range. There were also a few throwable items that would poison, stone, or frog an enemy. Against one wall there were elaborately carved staffs, wands, and daggers. What an anomaly this place was.

"Can I help you?" said a woman that seemed to manifest next to him.

He jumped, but thankfully managed to contain his yelp of surprise. "Umm, yeah. Do you have any elixirs or potions?"

"Well we have a number of those. They're over on the shelf by the cauldrons. Can I help you find anything specific?" She gave him a once over that made him feel like she was looking into his very soul. It made his skin crawl.

"Uuuh, no thank you. I'll manage." He ducked between the shelves and found the shelf he was looking for. The bottles didn't look like any potions he'd seen for sale before. They all had odd names too, like 'dittany' and 'esuna', but finally he found something with the word 'potion' in it. His eyes went wide. He'd heard of mega potions before. They were supposed to cure your whole team. He squinted at the faded label. "Poly Juice," he read aloud. Odd brand name, but the clerk from Moatte's had told him as much. He grabbed another potion with the brand name Concupiscentiam. He gathered them up and a few other remedies and headed to the counter.

The four of them were dragging themselves to the nearest haven after a successful hunt for a particularly aggressive griffin. They were all looking forward to a well-deserved rest after taking such a beating. None of them were hurt enough to warrant an elixir, especially with all the money they'd blown lately. "A good night sleep will do us all some good." Ignis said as they climbed atop the glowing rocks.

Noctis groaned. "I vote we get a caravan or hotel or something tomorrow night. I don't care where."

"Seconded," said Gladio, dusting some dirt out of his hair. "I need a shower."

Surprisingly, Ignis agreed. "We should have more than enough Gil after we cash in this hunt for another night at the Leville." He winced as he went to lift a pot of water near the camp fire.

"You alright Ignis?" Prompto asked, concerned.

"It's just a flesh wound."

Gladio's hand was already in the bag of supplies. "Want a potion, Iggy?"

Ignis just waved dismissively and turned the burner on. "No, no. I'll be alright. Don't concern yourself on my part. We're all a bit worse for the wear."

Prompto noticed a lingering look between the shield and strategist, but it was gone as soon as it began. Odd. That aside, this might be a chance for the gunslinger to be useful for a change. "I have a mega potion we could use."

The three of them perked up. Noctis even picked his head up from his lounging position near the fire. "Seriously?" the Prince said. "I didn't think they made those anymore."

Prompto was already pulling the grey bottle out of his pack. "Well it does look old, so I'm not sure how well it'll work, but it's worth a try. Right?"

Gladio shrugged. "I've got a few bruises I could do without before going to bed."

"Ditto," said Noctis. "How does it work?"

Prompto read the faded label on the back of the bottle. It was tough to see in the dim light. "It says 'all participating parties hold the bottle together and squeeze.'" He shrugged. "Sounds easy enough."

The three of them gathered around and each took a hold of the bottle. "You in, Ignis?" Noct asked.

Ignis stopped chopping vegetables and wiped his hands off on the towel at his hip. "Very well," he walked up and put a hand on the bottle. All of their fingers were interlocked over the others. "That's very proactive of you Prompto. I appreciate it."

Prompto's heart fluttered. The strategist had never complimented him before. "Thanks, Iggy." He looked around at the rest of them. "Alright on the count of three. One, two, three." They all squeezed the bottle and it dissipated. Prompto's hand tingled furiously like pins and needles. He was sure the others felt the same as they shook their hands from the contact.

They waited for the familiar healing tingle to hit them, but a few long seconds ticked by before Noct said, "I think you bought a dud, Prom."

"Or maybe it was too old," Gladio offered, sitting down in one of the Coleman chairs.

Prompto sat down near the fire. "Sorry, guys."

"It's cool man." Noct slapped his back. "We're no worse off than we were."

Prompto began to feel dizzy. "Still… sorry. Thought it'd help."

Ignis began to make his way back to the table to finish preparing dinner. "It's quite alright Prompto. I apologize for being too hard on you lately. Don't feel like you need to buy extra supplies for…" The strategist turned a concerned gaze to the shield. "Gladio? Gladio are you alright?"

Prompto turned his head toward the larger man and the world began to spin.

Gladio held a hand to his head and wobbled in his chair. "Yeah… just… a little diz..." his words petered out as the large man tipped sideways and fell out of his chair unconscious.

"Gladio!" Ignis was at the shields side in an instant. He shook his shoulders, but wasn't getting any response.

The world was getting blurry. Prompto tried to stand, but his legs weren't cooperating. He turned to his friend who had a thousand-yard stare of his own. "Noct… what's happening?"

He never got a response before he felt the rocky floor beneath his cheek and Prompto slipped into unconsciousness.

The next morning when he woke his face and shoulder were absolutely killing him from spending the night on solid rock instead of his bed roll. He felt twice as heavy as he usually did as he picked himself up. He looked around and found Ignis passed out at his side. Funny, he didn't remember passing out next to Ignis. He looked across the fire to see if Gladio was alright. He'd taken quite the tumble out of his chair.

He didn't see the shield anywhere. Instead he saw Noctis on the other side of the fire, splayed out right next to… "What the fuck?" The words spilled from Prompto's mouth in a deep baritone. He threw a hand up to his mouth and nearly tripped backwards off Ignis' prone form. His eyes darted from one person to the other as he realized there was facial hair and chiseled jaw under his calloused fingers.

He… Prompto, was in front of him. Passed out next to the fire next to Noctis where he remembered being the previous night. Prompto looked at his feet and noticed the chair knocked over. He was where Gladio was. Holding his arms up in front of him he saw tan, tattoo covered, muscles. Not that he was really complaining at that particular part, but "WHAT THE FUCK!?" Prompto yelled.

Ignis stirred next to him. "Gladio, shut up. It's too early to…" Ignis sat bolt upright and looked wide eyed around the camp site. He mimicked Prompto's panic. He looked down at his hands before he felt his own face, nearly tipping the glasses off his nose. "Glaido… why… what…"

Prompto crouched down next to Ignis. "I'm not Gladio." He swallowed. "It's Prompto. Is that you in there, Noct?"

Ignis…Noctis nodded. "Yeah. What the hell is going on?"

Prompto looked across the fire at what he assumed to be the real Ignis and Gladio. He sighed. "I think I fucked up."

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I know how polyjuice potion is supposed to work, but I'm taking some artistic liberty here. Longer and more NSFW chapters on the way.