Okay, first off, thank you to those reading and reviewing. You don't know how much that makes me happy that you're enjoying. Just a few things to say before we get started:

1) Back to Chapter 1: I need to give credit where credit is due. With me uploading in the middle of the night and me being half asleep, I TOTALLY forgot to give credit to my friend for helping me out. The ideas of the male version of "Wicked", Kurt's wardrobe being assaulted by water balloons, and Jeff's eyebrows being shaved belong to DerekG (who has a really funny story on here called "Blaine is a Unicorn" Look it up if you want a good laugh) I didn't mean to leave it out, I just forgot... sorry!

2) Sorry it took longer than expected to get his chapter up. Sequencing was giving me issues and the events in this chapter weren't falling together as smoothly as I wanted them to, so hopefully I've got it worked out decently. If not, I truly do apologize. I also will hope to be able to update sooner since I am now going to have a little bit more free time starting this week, but I can't make any promises.

Anyway, that's it for now so please, enjoy! :)

CHAPTER 3

For those trying to respond in the aftermath of the overload at the communications room, the passage of time varied. For TJ and Chloe the journey to the wounded Matt seemed to take longer than normal to reach the room. For Corporal Barnes, time seemed to pass at a much slower rate as she sat by helpless. Though for Eli, Rush, and Colonel Young, they were able to reach the damaged room with moments of the incident. Instinctively Eli was his friends side, followed by Young as Rush helped Barnes to her feet, trying to avoid further injury to her hand. As soon as he was certain she would be okay until help arrived, Rush turned his attention disheveled room and the almost completely destroyed equipment. Within moments, TJ and Chloe burst into the room and immediately set to work checking the extent of Matt's injuries.

"Is he gonna be okay, TJ?" Eli asked as he slid to the side to allow the medic more room to do her job. TJ could see the fear as plain as day on his face and did her best to try and reassure him as she pulled her pen light from her pocket.

"He doesn't appear to be bleeding so for starters, that's a good sign." Using her free hand she steadied his head and pried open Matt's eyelids to check his pupils. Though not completely satisfied with the result she glanced back up and gave Eli a small smile. "His pupils are sluggish but responsive nonetheless and his breathing is a bit irregular. Chloe, I need you to call for the Kino sled. He needs to be stabilized a bit more before being moved."

Without another thought, Chloe immediately did as she was asked, then turned her attention to Corporal Barnes' injured hand. Colonel Young watched as she pulled out a roll of gauze from the medical kit she brought along and began wrapping her hand, then turned his attention to Rush as he decided this part of the situation was under control. Side stepping one of the chairs that had crashed to the floor, Young made his way over to where the scientist was inspecting the communication's terminal for any damage that may have been inflicted during the power surge.

"How bad is it Rush?"

"Well, surprisingly there doesn't appear to be any permanent damage to the stones or the terminal." He said without looking up from the laptop screen. "Interestingly, it appears that the connection was made and according to the readings, it may even still be in place."

"How is that even possible?" Young asked confused.

"The communication stone still has Lt. Scott's imprint and according what the data is telling me, it's working properly. However this could be yet another glitch brought around from the overload and Lt. Scott may still be in his own body. But until I can look over the information in greater detail, I can't know for certain."

A few moments later, their conversation was interrupted by the sound of Sgt. Greer and Lt. Vanessa James entering the room with the Kino sled that Chloe had summoned. Greer guided Eli's floating slab next to his injured friend and situated it so he and James could offer their assistance.

"Okay, guys." TJ began as she moved some of her equipment out of the way. "On 'three', let's pick him up." As Ron moved to Matt's feet, Eli positioned himself next to TJ in order to help lift his friend as the medic steadied his neck and head to avoid further injury. Once Eli had gently worked his arms under Matt's back legs, both he and Greer nodded to TJ indicating they were ready. "Okay: one, two, three!" As they lifted him up, Vanessa pushed the sled closer until it was directly beneath Matt. When the trio lowered him down, the numerous floating spherical cameras that Eli used to fashion the contraption groaned as the weight of a person tested their strength. Making sure he was properly situated on the makeshift gurney, TJ turned and nodded at Colonel Young then returned her attention to her patient. "Alright, let's go."

Young watched as Greer, accompanied by Eli and James, pushed the injured soldier out of the room, followed by TJ then Chloe who had her arm around Cpl. Barnes for support. As they left the room Young then returned his attention to Rush, who was also watching the group leave and head for the infirmary.

"When can I use the stones?"

"Honestly I wouldn't recommend immediately Colonel." Rush replied staring quizzically at the computer screen. "Given recent events, it could be dangerous."

"All the more reason I need to get to Earth. You said the connection is still possibly in place. Who knows what Scott's condition is. I need to be on Earth and find out what's going on."

"Alright, Colonel. Look, give me half an hour to make sure the communications terminal is in perfect working condition."

Young didn't even acknowledge Rush's response. Instead he turned and exited the room to leave the scientist to his job. His destination was nowhere in particular. It seemed that no matter where he went, there was either something going wrong, bad news from one person or another, or another injury revealing itself from the random events plaguing the ship. Rush was true to his word, however and after thirty minutes had passed, he found himself back at the communications lab. When he reentered the room, he noticed that the stone Lt. Scot had used was no longer on the terminal.

"You disconnected Scott?" Young asked, pointing to the terminal.

"Well, that's another peculiar mystery that has arisen, Colonel." Rush answered as he leaned back in the chair he was sitting in. "After going over the equipment, I saw no reason why it wouldn't be safe to deactivate the equipment and then restart it. When I did, however, I noticed that the link was still in place. And learning from past experiences, we know certain contributing factors can cause the communication link to be continuous no matter the method used to try and sever it."

"So what you're saying is that it isn't safe to connect to Earth?"

"Actually, quite the opposite. It seems that while the other stones would be able to operate as they were designed to, this stone in particular is still connected with Lt. Scott no matter what methods I use to try and disconnect and reset it. And the real mystery lies in the fact that it has nothing to do with our end. The problem appears to originate on Earth."

"Okay gang." Young said as he sat down and picked up another stone. "Let's split up and search for clues." As he grinned at Rush rolling his eyes, he placed the stone onto the terminal and allowed his consciousness be instantaneously carried across the cosmos to Earth.

As he paced the floor of the communications lab at Homeworld Command, Major Justin Peterson couldn't help but wonder why he was the lucky one assigned to this aspect of one of the most amazing assignments anyone could get. Of course there were times things could get touch and go, but that came with the territory of working at the Pentagon. However, it was the long, boring waits like this one that he began to question his sanity.

"You know you keep that up, you're gonna wear a hole in the floor."

Stopping mid-stride, he glanced over at Doctor Bill Lee as he didn't' even look up from the newspaper he was reading?

"Sir?"

"Look Major," the scientist began finally raising his gaze from the paper, folding it and then placing it on the table. "I know this isn't the most glamorous job in the program but…" Dr. Lee trailed off as his face went blank momentarily, before once again focusing on the man in front of him. Quickly he glanced at the monitor next to him and sighed before turning back to the major. "Does he ever leave?"

"Excuse me?" The Major asked slightly confused.

"I'm Colonel Young, Major and I was just wondering if Dr. Lee ever leaves this room?"

"Surprisingly he does, sir." The major replied with a chuckled. "What can we do for you, Colonel?"

"Well Major, I was hoping you could tell me about the condition Lt. Scott is in." Colonel Young, now inhabiting the body of Dr. Lee, told him as he rose to his feet.

"I'm sorry, sir, I don't know what you're referring to." Peterson told him, the confusion clear on his face.

"What do you mean? About forty-five minutes ago, Lt. Scott used the stones to report in. However there was a power surge that damaged the room but Dr. Rush said that the connection was made and is somehow still active. He also tried to reset the stone on Destiny but apparently the connection is somehow being maintained on this end."

"I'm not sure what to tell you, Colonel but Lt. Scott never connected with Earth." Major Peterson told him, trying to understand what he was being told. "You're the first person from Destiny to connect with Earth in days."

Blaine wasn't sure what was going on. One moment he was talking to Kurt and started to get dizzy before guessing he blacked out. Now he was aware of a sharp pain in the back of his skull. When he tried to reach out and touch his throbbing head, the pain only radiated outward and increased. Giving up, he tried to remember how he had hit head but the memory was eluding him and the thinking only seemed to cause his head to hurt more.

'Kurt.' The thought hit him harder than he had apparently hit his head. Surely Kurt was beginning to go into one of his diva freak out if Blaine had passed out while talking to him. Slowly he once again tried to control his arm as he began to feel around for his phone, hoping it was still in reach. As the sensations started to register in his brain, he realized that he was situated on something soft and soon his finger discovered that he was slightly elevated. 'Maybe I've been out of it longer than I realized.' Continuing to will his hands to explore, he let out a small gasp as his arm fell off what he assumed was the bed he was laying in, further intensifying the pain that was coursing through his body.

"Hey, hey. Take it easy. You've been through a lot. You're in the infirmary." Came the soothing voice of a girl he didn't know. Blaine struggled to open his eyes at the sound of the voice but closed them tightly again as the light caused his eyes to burn. He wasn't sure how he was going to do it but he needed to find out where he was. Once again, he willed his arms to try and push himself up farther but was immediately stopped by the same voice, only it was closer than it previously was, and the touch of a hand on his shoulder. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Just what do you think you're doing? You're in no condition to try go all gung-ho on us at the moment."

A few seconds later, he felt his head begin to elevate and soon he was in a semi-sitting position. Once again, he attempted to open his eyes and this time, Blaine forced them to stay open no matter how much the light hurt. At first all he could see was just a giant blur. A moment passed and he thought his sight was getting better but then he closed his eyes once more as a bright light was in his sight.

"Sorry about that. I'll try checking again once you're eyes have readjusted to the light. Head injuries, blacking out and bright lights don't really mix well." She, who at this point still was nameless and faceless, said once more. The next sensation he got was the warm feeling of a hand followed by a cool cloth that was wiping away sweat he didn't realize he had. Of course, he still wasn't in complete control of his senses so it was no wonder he didn't know. "How are you feeling?"

"Head hurts." Blaine's voice was a whisper and he didn't know if it was because he was in pain and still recovering or something else, but he could have sworn his voice was different.

"I can imagine so. From what I was told you're probably going to have one hell of a headache for a while. Think you can open your eyes for me now?"

With a nod, Blaine once again opened his eyes to the blurred world around him. He could only imagine his face with the stupidest of blank looks and prayed Kurt was nowhere to be found in the infirmary to taunt him about it. That is if he didn't kill him for making him worry first. Then realization hit him again.

'Wait a minute, infirmary?' Surely if he was unconscious Dalton officials would have sent him to the hospital instead of keeping him on campus grounds if something serious had happened to him. Blinking a few times, the clouds in Blaine's visions began to clear but only slightly until he repeated the process two more times. As the blurs began to take solid form he noticed the blonde woman standing beside him, the obvious owner of the voice who had spoken to him moments earlier. Staring into her caring green eyes, Blaine couldn't help but feel like he was in good hands. However as he began to glance around the room, his confusion resurfaced as he took in the strange surroundings. The color on the walls didn't match any hospital he had ever seen before, and neither did the décor. Studying the structure of the room in more detail, Blaine began to think that maybe in fact he had been stashed away into the basement of an old building.

"You know you're becoming a regular patient of mine today." The young woman said with a small smile as she turned to a small beside stand, snapping him away from his thought but only adding to the confusion. "If you really wanted to spend more time with me and catch up, all you had to do was stop by. I don't think Chloe would mind."

'Regular patient? Catch up? And who the hell is Chloe?' The thoughts continued to race through his mind as more questions formed than answers.

"Speaking of Chloe, she went to grab something for you to eat just in case you woke up. She also mentioned tracking down Eli to give him an update. You know Matt, he really looks up to like a brother." As she turned back to face him, she clearly noted the confusion on his face. "Are you okay?"

"I think so." Blaine responded but this time he was certain his voice was different, as if it wasn't even his own. "But who is Matt? And why does my voice sound so different?"

As he spoke, Blaine was sure he noticed the woman's face change expression as if she immediately knew the reason for his confusion.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I just assumed you were Lt. Scott. I didn't realize the communication link was still in place, let alone actually been established. I'm Lt. Tamara Johansen but everyone calls me TJ. You're in the infirmary on Destiny; there was an accident in the communications room which is why you've got the bump on your head."

"I… don't understand." Blaine barely managed since he did not really understand what he was being told. "How did I get here? And what is this place?"

This time it was TJ who was confused. She was positive that there wasn't any brain damage but was unclear as to why nothing seemed to be registering with whoever it was she was talking to.

"Can you tell me your name?" She asked walking towards him with caution.

"My name is Blaine. Blaine Anderson."

"Blaine? What do you remember before waking up here?"

"I was in my room, at school. My boyfriend called me and then I felt dizzy and then…"

"Wait," She started as she tried to comprehend the information she was getting. "school? How old are you?"

"I'm seventeen. Why does that have to do…" Blaine trailed off as he noticed for the first time what he was wearing. The black pants and boots that adorned his lower body were bigger sizes than what he normally wore, yet they fit him perfectly. Frantically searching around the room once more to try and get more answers, Blaine froze as he caught his reflection in the monitor of an unusual piece of equipment that was next to the bed he was sitting on. It took a moment for what his brain to register what his eyes were seeing, only that it wasn't his eyes that were staring back at him. Not only did the eyes not belong to him, the face staring back at him wasn't his either.

"How… how... how… how is this even…" was all that Blaine could manage before panic truly set in. Within moments his breathing became rapidly unsteady and his head once again started to feel as if it was spinning. While he had never had a panic attack before, Blaine was certain he was having one now, and the feeling wasn't one he was enjoying.

"Okay, Blaine, I need you to calm down. You're going to be okay and if you start to hyperventilate you're only going to make your current condition worse!" As TJ tried to calm the clearly frightened young man she reached onto the small beside table and grabbed a syringe filled with a clear liquid. "Now, I'm going to give you a mild sedative to help you relax and once you're calm we're going to figure all this out alright?" TJ didn't even wait for Blaine to nod his head in agreement as he tried desperately to steady his breathing. Pushing the needle into his arm TJ pressed the plunger at a constant rate to allow the contents of the syringe to be distributed through his system in hopes that it would quickly begin to take effect. She sighed with relief as his breathing pattern once again became steady after a few moments. Placing her fingers against Blaine's neck to feel for a pulse she watched as his eyes fluttered shut and he fell back into a sleep induced rest brought on by the sedatives.

For a moment she began to worry at the reaction brought on by the medicine but then remembered that Matt's body had this reaction to the chemicals in the mixtures and she began to relax. As soon as she gave him another quick check she stepped back to reach for her radio but stopped when Colonel Young had and two other soldiers entered the infirmary.

"TJ, I need you step away from him. That's not Lt. Scott." As the two armed officers began to walk towards her sleeping patient, she stood in their way preventing them from moving any further. They could only glance back to their commanding officer with uncertainty as she stood her ground. "TJ, didn't you hear what I said? Stand aside."

"I heard you, sir. I know that's not Matt. And we have a problem." She said as she glanced back to the slumbering body behind her.

Matthew Scott stood wide eyed as he studied his reflection in the mirror in front of him. The face that stared back couldn't have been any older than sixteen or seventeen years old. That fact alone scared the crap out him. He wasn't sure how it happened or why it happened but he knew that the fact that it did happen couldn't mean good news for him. Once again taking a glance around the room he found himself him, his eyes locked onto the communication stone that was on the floor at his feet. As he bent down to pick it up, he heard a voice calling out into the room.

"Blaine! Blaine please tell me that you're okay! I'm calling an ambulance if you don't answer me now!"

Glancing over to the corner of the room, he discovered the voice was coming from a phone that was apparently in the middle of a conversation when everything appeared to go to hell. Not sure how to properly tell the recipient on the other end that the person they were talking to was no longer there, he quickly pressed the END button and hoped for the best. With both the phone and the communication stone in his hands, Matt couldn't resist sitting on the bed in the room as he tried to piece together what exactly was going on.

For starters, despite what Eli was telling him, Destiny was trying to kill him for some reason. From being trapped between bulkhead doors, to being almost suffocated by the vacuum of space, and then the overload in the communications room. Matt thought about that brief moment as the switch occurred and vaguely recalled hearing Eli say something about an overload. But that was all he could remember before ending in his current predicament.

As he was trying to wrap his mind around the entire situation, the door to the room he was in burst open and a rather flustered young Asian boy, roughly the same age as the body he was in Matt guessed, dressed in shorts and t-shirt ran into the room holding a phone in one hand and a baseball bat in the other.

"Blaine! Are you okay? Here I am trying to get some sleep and Kurt calls saying there was a crash in here and that you weren't answering! What's going on?"

"Sorry," Was the only thing Matt could manage as he stared at the sight before him. He didn't really know what was going on but quickly started to improvise as he glanced at the broken lamp on the floor. "I… tripped and fell. Was really stupid. Sorry."

With a sigh, the boy glared at him before bringing the phone to his ear. "He's okay Kurt. The idiot just tripped over his own feet. Yeah, I thought we were past that stage as well. Sure thing I'll tell him. Okay that part, I'll leave out and try to forget myself so I won't have nightmares. Yes Kurt. Bye Kurt!" As he flipped his phone closed, the glare turned into a look of concern. "Are you sure you're okay, Blaine? You didn't hit your head or anything?"

"No, no I'm fine. Guess I was just tired and didn't watch where I was walking."

"Well, be more careful next time. I can't be your boyfriends' emergency service all the time." He said with a grin as he walked out of the room.

'Boyfriend?' Matt thought to himself as he watched the other boy pull the door closed behind him as he left. After a few moments he was quickly at the door and locked it so no one else would walk in and he would have to figure another cover story. Turning his back towards the door, he leaned against the wood and sank to the floor, trying desperately to figure out how he was going to get out of this problem. While he was trying to wrap his mind around what was going on, the phone in his hand began to vibrate. Glancing down he noticed it that the screen was displaying a text message from 'Kurt'. Against his better judgment, Matt opened the message and read it to himself.

'Sorry for over reacting. Was really worried. Talk soon. Luv u.3 K"

Matt had to resist the urge to beat his head against the door, but realized that wouldn't' solve any problems. However as he stared at the phone in his hand, he was struck with an idea. A long shot but at least it was an idea that could possibly help him out. Taking a few moments to rack his brain, Matt dialed a number into the phone and waited as the call was connected. He sighed with relief for getting the number right as the operator on the other end answered.

"Thank you for calling the Pentagon, how may I direct your call?"

"This is Lt. Matthew Scott. I need to speak to Colonel David Telford immediately!"

One more thing: And this may be hard to explain so I'm going to do my best. On the show, when someone uses the communication stones, what happens is that one actor/actress changes places with another who is using the stones. The viewers see who is supposed to be switching except wearing the other person's clothes, but the characters still see the person who was standing next to them. Example Character A is on Earth wearing shorts and a red shirt. Character B is on Destiny wearing blue jeans and a green shirt. They use stones to swap and now A is wearing B's clothes and vice versa. Okay, yes I know I probably jut made that worse but now basically when you see "Blaine on Destiny" just actually picture Blaine in a military uniform and Lt. Scott wearing the Dalton outfit. Maybe I should've just said that in the first place! haha anyway, it's 1:45 am and I should be in bed by now! Update soon I hope! :D