Genderswapping

Author's Note: I'll be swapping their genders and their names. Huck will be known as Jane and Quinn will be Quentin.

Thanks for sharing, Nappo. I wasn't aware that Germany hadn't seen the 3rd season so I'll post spoiler alerts now on for those who haven't seen the third season.

There's a spoiler for season three here, the very last one so you can skip it if you want.

The way the knife slid into the mans body, Quentin knew he did it right. It felt right oo. In and out. So smooth. So slick, and blood danced on the edge of the blade. The woman was already dead, and he felt sad about it but Jane wanted him to do this. Jane had taught him so much, why would he stop now? This was what it took to be a gladiator then so be it, and it felt wonderful. He looked up and saw Jane, her tan skin and hazel eyes were glowing. He had done something right! Jane rarely smiled but when she did, it was wonderful.

Beautiful, even.

"You're a natural." Jane said while taking the knife from her hand, their fingers brushed against each other and Quentin felt a tiny bit of electricity. Their eyes met before looking away quickly.

Did this make him bad? Was he going to hell? What would Jessica had thought if this happened? Poor Jessica.

Jane was in bad shape. Terrible shape, a cut over her eye and an ugly bruise. This what their government did to her. He knew she wouldn't accept his pity but he wondered if she would accept his help.

"I'm fine, Quentin, don't worry about me."

"I do worry, though."

"Well, try not to." She pats his hand in the same way that she always has, softly with a bit of understanding. He wanted to find Ben, and kill him. You didn't do this to people you loved, you didn't hurt them and let them take the fall. Would Jessica have done something like this to him? Would she have blamed him and let him take the fall?

Jane was dressing him up, and helping him out on his date. Sure the girl was a reporter but she was beautiful and he needed to get back on that horse.

"You're going on a date, not defending a client. Why are you dressed like that?" She brought her hands to his neck and unloosened his tie, then yanked it off completely.

"I'm fine."

"You're uptight, and you need to relax. No alcohol, all night." Jane paid the bartender before patting the sides of my face. "Oh, your hair."

"What's wrong with my hair?" Quentin watched as Jane dug through a tiny bag for a small container, it was hair gel. She put a small amount in his hair and slicked it back.

"Much better, that church boy part in your hair was really going to ruin it."

"I'm glad you have faith in me."

"I really do, Quentin." she turned and walked away, out the door and left me standing there. Then Gabrielle walked inside and spotted him, Quentin felt way out of his league with such a beautiful girl.

"I'm sorry, Quentin." He wanted to scream and yell but the tape was stopping him. He never expected to be here with her, he loved her as much as he could love anyone and she was going to hurt him. She was going to like it. "I'm sorry because I'm going to like it. You're so..." she straddled his hips and leaned down to lick the side of his face. "Fresh." Quentin felt a hot tear travel down his cheek and she licked that away as well.

Hadn't they done this together to Becky Chambers? Hadn't they hurt her? It made him feel so strong and powerful now the shoe was on the other foot and it was awful. He wished he never had gotten involved with Chelsea. Chelsea lied to him, tricked him, and hurt him. As soon as she ripped the tape off he yelled, begged, and pleaded but she wouldn't listen. The crazed look in her eye never subsided. Then he felt the cold metal holding his mouth open. She was going to torture him, and she was going to like it. That was the worse part.

AN: I tried... not sure I did it right, hopefully I did. I didn't create anything new just tried to re-do the old ones without too much confusion. Chelsea would be Charlie. Becky Chambers would be Billy Chambers. Gabriell would be Gideon. Jessica would be Jesse Tyler.