Note: From now on, "Brennan"/"Bones", refers to Angela's personality in Brennan/Bones' body.

& "Ange"/"Angela" refers to Temperance's personality in Ange's body. Don't' worry, it will get easier as the story goes!! J

Disclaimer: See start and end of first chapter. Thanks J

2 Angela in Temperance's body

Bariiiinnnggg!

Angela Montenegro woke up, twisted and tangled in yesterday's clothes. The terrible nausea she had felt, which had forced her to go home early was apparently gone. She let out a huge yawn, stretching like a cat among the pillows. She ran a hand through her hair, it felt different somehow. As though it had grown slightly overnight.

That's strange…

She thought groggily. She checked the clock, 6 am. 6 AM?! Who the hell set it that early? Had Hodgins done it when he was over the other night? So not funny, Hodgins. She got up and went to the bathroom. She turned the corner at the hallway and was met with the laundry?!

Since when have I had a laundry here!

Her morning-dead mind screamed. That's when it hit her. The piles of thick books with hard-to-pronounce-titles and the clear fruit bowl with a dragon fruit in it… This wasn't her place, this was Brennans. She began to think aloud.

"Why am I here? Where's Bren? Do I SLEEPWALK?!"

It occurred to her to look in the small mirror back in the spacious, actually kinda cold and minimalistic bedroom. Glancing around, she thought

I should get Bren a Persian rug or something…to warm the place up a bit-

Her interior monologue was smashed to bits when she peered into the mirror. Although her eyes were cloudy with sleep (It was far too early for any sane person to get up…) She was sure that a woman who looked a hell of a lot like Brennan was staring back at her. She raised an eyebrow, so did the woman. She pursed her lips, so did the woman, looking eerily like Brennan when Ange said something to deliberately annoy her.

"Holy s***! I'm BRENNAN??"

She screamed to herself, beginning to hyperventilate.

Ok. Sweetie. Calm down. This. Why? Why did it happen to me? Think. Think! Ah! (A stray thought wandered into her mind) The voodoo spell. It went wrong. Oh god. If this happened to me, what happened to Bren? But no! Wait! This could work to my advantage!

Schemes of B&B goodness filled her mind and an evil grin formed on her face.

Temperance in Angela's body

Meanwhile, in a /slightly/ smaller apartment about twenty minutes away, Temperance woke up, coming out of a blissful and refreshing slumber. She was about to jump out of bed to start her morning stretches (She had training for tae kwon do this evening) when the sound of a yawn penetrated her thoughts.

"Morning, beautiful. Sleep well? I heard you felt sick yesterday?"

Said a familiar voice. She turned to face the owner of the voice, desperately trying to remember who she had allowed to sleep with her last night when she'd felt so unwell. No one came to mind.

Her eyes lit on Hodgins, leaning over her with a happy grin on his face, he seemed to already be dressed for work. Wait, HODGINS? IN MY BED?

"GET OUT OF MY ROOM!! GET OUT! OUT! WHY ARE YOU HERE?

She screamed at him. A hundred emotions passed on his face, ranging from concern to disbelief to astonishment.

"Uhh… Ange?"

He ventured in a calm, slightly unsure tone of voice.

"NO, I'm serious, Hodgins, get out or I'll…"

She accompanied this with a rather loud slap.

He looked shocked, then grabbed his keys and promptly slammed the door after him, with a frown on his face.

She still had no idea what Hodgins had been doing here, only that a) She had no idea where she was, except that Hodgins had a key to the place… and b) she was going to be late for work if she sat thinking in bed for any longer.

She opened the wardrobe, hoping to find some normal clothes, since there were dirty clothes all over the floor but none of them looked like something she would wear. A tie dyed dress, with sequined detail on the side for instance, was a no…and a lavender shirt, with designs around the v-neckline… Wait…. That looked very familiar…

But she just couldn't remember where she had seen it before. It definitely wasn't her style, she was more of blouse and pants kind of person although most of the time her clothes were covered by her blue lab coat and gumboots, which one may suppose was a metaphor for her very unbalanced life, work smothering the more personal side.

Still in her pyjamas, which consisted of a tight tank top reading "Cute as a button" and flannel pants with little button designs all over them (That she had definitely not been wearing yesterday afternoon…), she walked purposefully to the mirror. However, she was not expecting who she saw staring back at her.

Angela Montenegro, frowning with morning tiredness. Her mind screamed at her.

"You're Angela Montenegro! You have become your best friend! What will you do??"

At this moment, she did a very un-Brennan thing. She pinched her arm, trying to wake up from this 'dream'. It did not work. She was still Angela. Creepy. But logically, she reasoned, if this was really happening, she must find a solution and change herself back. It made perfect sense. But first, compartmentalization. Her strong point. Get dressed, put on makeup. This might be a good experience, to understand Angela's life fully.

She rifled through Ange's wardrobe, thinking that a change in fashion could be interesting. The things that they never saw Ange wearing to work, short, tight, revealing things that were reserved for clubbing and hot but shallow dates that Ange had enjoyed in the past. She might as well take advantage of Ange's jealousy-inducing body J

A short, tight, low-necked, sleeveless, crimson dress was one of the hottest things in Ange's wardrobe. Putting it on, it fit beautifully, and paired with black heels with crimson ribbons on them (She assumed that they were bought to match) Brennan in Ange's body looked a-may-zing. Not at all appropriate for work in the slightest, but hey, this wasn't exactly a normal day, now, was it?