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Swapping Souls
"What does this button do?"
Quistis turned away from the control panel to look at Laguna. "Don't you dare!" she warned. Quickly she switched the Ragnarok to autopilot and ran to grab the machine away from him. "You have no idea what it could do!" she yelled.
"But I wanna press the button!" he whined.
"Well, I want a pony! But do I have one? No! So, give it!" she retorted grumpily.
"No!"
"I said, give it!"
"No!"
They pushed and pulled, and they shoved and fought, but Laguna got his way. Smiling triumphantly, he held the machine over his head and pressed the button. Suddenly feeling dizzy, the SeeD closed her eyes. When she reopened them, she was no longer on the floor like she had been seconds ago. She was standing, holding the contraption over her head.
With a gasp, she dropped the machine. "I didn't do it…" Laguna announced, pointing to the broken mechanism.
"What happened!?" she shrieked, looking down at herself. Her normal crisp black SeeD uniform had transformed into a blue shirt and khaki pants. Not only that, but her voice sounded strangely…deep.
"I was wondering the same thing…" said…her voice? She looked in front of her to see, herself sitting on the floor.
"Laguna? Is that you?"
"Yeah…well, I think so," he said looking down. "Last time I checked, I didn't have these," he pointed to the breasts he now owned.
"Um…I just screwed us over didn't I?" the SeeD asked, looking down at the machine that was in several pieces on the floor.
"No worries! There is nothing that the great Laguna can't fix!" the president of Esthar announced.
Oh Hyne! He's going to really screw us over! "No Laguna, it's quite alright! I'm sure that if we deliver it to a junk shop somewhere they can repair it for us…"
"And cost us a small fortune in gil!? I think not!" No matter how much Quistis argued with him, he remained stubborn. Eventually, she gave in and let him tinker with the broken machine. She resumed her place as pilot of the Ragnarok.
"Let's see…this little…thinga-ma-jig looks like it fits here. And this one looks like it goes here…"
Quistis rolled her eyes. "If you break it any further…" she thought for a while, "I'll-I'll break you!" That sounded terribly corny. Damn! Now I'm starting to sound like my mother!
"Don't worry Ms. Trepe. You have no need…" BOOM! There was an explosion that almost made Quistis' heart stop. Abruptly, she turned around to see Laguna still sitting on the floor, only now her hair… The hair she would spend hours doing, was singed, black and standing on end. Not to mention the fact that the machine was in millions of more pieces, and Laguna was crying.
"Wh-What's wrong?"
"I broke my nail!" he sniffled.
"You mean you broke my nail!"
"That's what I said!"
Quistis looked at him in bewilderment and shook her head. "I can't believe you! There is no way any junk shop could ever fix this…this…mess!"
"Sorry," Laguna mumbled.
"No you're not! If you were really sorry, then you would've just listened to me in the first place! Then we wouldn't have had to put up with this mess in the first place! Agh!" she screamed in frustration, causing the president to flinch.
"I told you that I can't fix anything without destroying it!" Quistis gave him a look that would have given the devil a run for his money, so quickly he changed topics. "So…what do we do now?"
Quistis pondered for a while. "How did it end up on the Ragnarok anyway?" Laguna shrugged.
"I don't know, I just found it over there," he pointed to a seat. "It was sitting over there on top of that chair."
"That does not help at all…" she thought for a bit longer. "And there is no way that a junk shop could repair that." She spat looking at the pile of cinders that littered the cockpit. Then, she looked at Laguna with the most evil face she could muster.
"Um…sorry?" he tried again.
Quistis reached to her side and pulled out his machine gun and began to advance on the man.
"Hey, let's try to talk this over…I'll buy you an ice cream!" he tried as he began backing up against the wall.
"No! No ice cream!"
"Do you know how long you can serve in jail for assassinating the president!?"
"I'm the president now!" she smiled wickedly.
"Huh…I didn't think of that… But, you wouldn't want to use Giggles against me would you?" he pleaded.
This only made Quistis smile even larger. Damn this girl is cree-py! Wait, wait a minute! She has a whip somewhere…doesn't she? Eagerly he reached behind him and pulled out her Save the Queen whip. Then, either out of desperation or pure excitement, he started flinging the weapon every which way.
Quistis smiled, knowing that he didn't know how to use it. He didn't know the right technique or anything! However, it was when she was thinking this that Laguna surprised her (and even himself) by pulling an Indiana Jones. With the whip, he knocked the machine gun from her hand. There it lay on the floor, perfectly between the two.
"Now…let's try and settle this. Calmly and maturely," he lectured Quistis, though both knew she was the most mature. Stubbornly, she sat down on the floor and crossed her arms and legs.
"I'm listening…"
"Okay. Now, you think of a plan and I'll follow it," he said, beaming.
"THAT'S ALL YOU WANTED TO SAY!?"
"Um…sorry?" he winced again.
"That's just a typical man!" she roared. By this time, Laguna was scared out of his pants (er…skirt). "Rely on the woman to come up with the logic. Well, let me tell you buddy! I'm not some puppet you can control! Got that!?"
Looking even more frightened, Laguna nodded. "Y-Yes…sir…um, ma'am…sir!"
She looked at him in satisfaction. "Now, we need a plan. I'll think of it." Now Laguna looked very confused.
"But didn't you just say-"
"FORGET WHAT I SAID!"
"Yes ma'am."
Quistis put her hand to her chin and started to rack her brain for anything ingenious that could possibly come to mind. Nothing was coming. "We can't take it to a junk shop and expect them to fix it…"
"Uh, you already said that…"
"Shut up and let me think!"
"Okay, okay." Laguna put his hands up in defeat. "I'll be quiet. I'll be sitting over here, saying nothing…" Quistis smiled and watched his sit against a wall. "Being quiet!" he announced.
"Good, stay that way!" Let's see…who used the Ragnarok before we did? Wasn't it Squall and Selphie? But they've been acting really strange, I probably shouldn't bother them. Who used it before they did?
"Am I not impressing you how long I've stayed quiet!?"
"YES VERY IMPRESSIVE SIR!"
Laguna smiled and started mumbling to himself about how much of a talented 'non-talker' he was.
"Quistis, come in Quistis…"
"Sir Laguna, I thought I told you not to talk!" she yelled.
"It wasn't me!" he pointed to the control panel. Someone was trying to get a hold of them with the radio.
"I repeat, Quistis, if you are there, please answer."
"Yes, I'm here…" she said walking up to the controls.
"Very funny Mr. Loire, I need to talk to Instructor Trepe."
Laguna started jumping up and down in place, clapping his hands. "I get to talk! I get to talk!"
Quistis rolled her eyes and stepped out of the way so that the over-excited man could talk.
"Say what I tell you to say…" she mumbled as he walked over.
"Yes? May I ask who's calling?" he asked into the radio.
"This is Nida. You are needed immediately back at the Garden. Are you done escorting President Loire?"
Quistis began doing a series of strange motions with her hands and weird facial expressions. "Um…yes? No! No! Yes! Yes, I am done escorting him…" he said confusedly as he watched her.
"Alright. Drop him back off in Esthar and report to Balamb Garden immediately!"
"Affirmative!" he yelled, saluting no one in particular.
"Over and out." The radio made some crackling noises before cutting out.
"Ugh! I can't believe you!!!" Quistis screamed angrily.
"You weren't helping! No can understand someone when they wave their arms around like a windmill!"
The SeeD proceeded to glower at him. "I can't go back to the Garden looking like this!"
"Yeah, well, I can't go back to Esthar like this!"
"Okay, here's the deal. Until I can find someone who can fix this machine, we have to trade places for a few days. Okay?" she looked at Laguna and he returned the look.
"Sounds like fun!"
He's going to get me fired by the time I get back! She thought bitterly.
"Yeah, big fun…" she murmured.
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Hehehe, so what do you guys think? An okay start? Well, we hope you enjoyed it, and the second chapter should be up shortly! Please, review us ideas and everything! We're anxious to hear from you! So, reviewers review! (Flames and feedback are appreciated!) Oh, and to change the subjects completely…Does anyone here (besides us) get tired of the same old pairings? (Probably not) Anyway, we decided to mess around with the pairings a bit in this fanfiction, unless people are totally by all means against it. ^_^ Review!
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