924 Words, this chapter. I know there isn't much explanation for how they were swapped. The conclusion won't be much better.
Chapter Ten, Body Swap: Becker and Connor
Connor and Abby ate a small supper in the guest room.
"Thanks, Abby," he said, "For arranging this."
She smiled. "I just wanted some alone time."
"To get used to this face?" he asked, making weird faces.
She giggled. "Becker's never looked better."
He laughed.
They sat quietly.
"Everything will be OK," she said.
"It will. I appreciate that this is hard on you, Abby."
"Not nearly as hard as losing you completely, would be, Connor. I love you," she said.
He smiled, and leaned in to kiss her.
"Becker's not going to like this," she said.
"I don't care," he said, kissing her again. He really wanted to go further, but knew that Becker's concerns were justified. If Abby was going to have his child, it was really going to be his. "I should get...going."
She nodded. "I know."
He got up, and crossed to the door. Then he smiled that goofy, Connor smile. "One miracle cure, coming up."
Connor worked well into the evening, analyzing the data from the last anomaly before they switched. He watched every video feed Jess could find. It had been inside a bank, so they were lucky, there were several CCTV, and security feeds. He still didn't have an answer though.
Becker wandered in. "How's it going?"
"Still don't have a clue, how's that for an answer?"
Becker nodded. "Don't work too hard. You don't want to over tire yourself."
Connor looked at him, and gave him a Becker eye-raise. "Is that still you in there, Becker? Shouldn't you be hounding me for an answer, and demanding that I 'fix it?"
Then he heard giggling outside the door.
Becker answered, "She won't let me."
Jess poked her head in. "Hi," she said.
Connor looked at Becker. "Oh," he said, smirking.
"Shut up," said Becker.
"We're calling it a day," said Jess. "You should too. You're as tired as we are."
"I'm OK. Can't sleep when a problem is nagging me. I think this qualifies as a problem."
Becker snorted. "Does it. Look, you should crash at my flat tonight. You can have the sofa."
Connor nodded. "I will, if I leave, that is."
Jess frowned. "You guys, you're so..."
"Driven?" asked Connor.
"Devoted?" asked Becker.
"Stupid!" she cried, and walked off. Becker chuckled, and followed her.
Connor stayed late into the night, Abby curling up on the floor of his lab finally. He worked, and thought, and cursed. No answers came.
He looked over at the small, gorgeous lump on the floor. He sighed. He walked over, crouching next to her. "Abby," he whispered.
"Hmm?"
"Let's go home, go to bed."
She smiled. "I'd like to, but Becker would kill us both, and bury our bodies."
He laughed. "I didn't actually mean...I meant sleep, at different places, you at the flat, and me at Becker's."
"Oh. Let's."
Connor dropped her off.
They tiptoed in, but didn't need to. Jess was watching telly.
"Can't sleep?" asked Abby.
Jess shook her head, and stuffed ice cream into her face.
"Conn, you should pack a few more clothes for Becker to wear," said Abby.
"And be nice," said Jess. "Pick black."
Connor rolled his eyes, and went to pack a bag. He started to giggle.
"What?" asked Abby.
"Nothing," he said, stuffing a glow in the dark, alien face t-shirt into the bag.
Abby kissed him long and slowly. "Call me when you get there."
He nodded. "I hope this doesn't last much longer. I really miss you."
"Me too," she said.
He told Jess goodnight, and left for Becker's.
Connor walked in to Becker's flat. He was still up too, watching telly from a chair. Connor looked at the couch and smiled.
"What?" asked Becker.
"You made it up for me," he said. The couch was lined with clean sheets, a few blankets and a pillow.
"So?"
Connor smirked. "Nothing. Jess is a good influence, that's all."
Becker frowned, turned off the telly, and went to his room, muttering. He grumbled "Night."
"Night," said Connor. He called Abby, then laid down and fell right to sleep.
In the middle of the night, Becker was awoken by shouts of "Eureka!"
"What? Temple!" he cried, jumping from his bed. Connor met him at the door.
"I've got it!" he cried. "I know how to turn us back."
Becker's mouth dropped open. "Then do it!"
"I need the ADD, my prototype anomaly creator, which may or may not work, and my new brilliant EMD."
"Good, let's go."
''Wait, we have to call the girls," said Connor.
"No. Don't. Let's wait to see if it works."
Connor nodded. "Right."
They dressed quickly and sped to the ARC.
Becker paced nervously as Connor worked. Finally, he was ready.
"So, I'm going to create an anomaly. We want it as close in readings to the one we experienced before the switch."
"Which is why we need the ADD," said Becker.
They were standing in Ops, with one lone tech, looking nervously at them, but monitoring the ADD for other activity.
"Then, you shoot the new EMD into it."
"Why?"
"To try to mimic the seismic activity we felt with the anomaly," he said like it was obvious.
"Fine. I hope this is one of those brilliant moments of yours, and not the other kind."
Connor frowned. "I'll ignore that." He started the prototype, and a small anomaly appeared. "Now!"
Becker fired, and there was a shock, flash of light, and a jolt.
Becker and Connor collapsed onto the floor.
End of Chapter Ten