The next week after the unwanted incident was a total crisis.

Mark's broken femurs got replaced by metal ones. The surgery almost caused a crisis when Wheatley appeared and started pestering the surgeons.

Apparently Aperture had a panic with the sudden disappearance of the CEO and his assistant. When Cave and Caroline had returned, they found out some employees had decided to slack off. A bunch of them got fired, of course.

The bodies of Wheatley and Glados in stasis almost got destroyed when Cosmo and Wanda played in a strict No-Unauthorized-Personnel room.

Curie was found asleep in the center of a room filled with toxic wastes and Caroline had to pester GLaDOS to get her out of there.

In the room where the transfer of Wheatley and GLaDOS' mind back to their human bodies was being prepared...

"Cosmo! Give me back my pink French sweater! It cost me my month's savings!" Craig yelled at Cosmo quietly while running.

"Craig, Cosmo! This is not a play ground!" Turretta scolded them. "You might trip on some wires!"

Craig 'accidentally' tripped on two wires and unconnected it. It haste, he just put them back in place like nothing happened and continued chasing Cosmo.

The core of the GLaDOS Initiative and the ID Core were brought in, shut down. Russell connected the wires onto the two AIs and gave Turretta a thumbs up.

"Transfer will start in 30 seconds!" Turretta dictated.

Everyone watched in anticipation patiently.

"Transfer is 23.45% complete." Turretta announced.

A few hours had passed and the transfer had been completed, everyone gathered at the two bodies.

Glados was starting to wake up. She opened her eyes and sat up.

"I...am... back! I'm human again!" Just as she yelled it, Wheatley's eyes opened. His face was unreadable as he sat up.

"Well that was a huge success." He said. "Got to note that."

Wheatley and Glados looked at each other.

"Oh my..." Wheatley mumbled.

"God." Glados finished.

"W-what... what... why? I can't... Heeeh... This is a crazy dream." Glados stuttered.

"Odd." Craig said. "Aunt Glados never stutters... And never had she..."

"...used a Bristol Accent." Onathan said.

Wheatley shook his head. He seemed confused.

"What went wrong? Someone must've switched the wires... Why?"

Craig shrank.

"Waitwaitwaitwait!" Glados jumped to her feet. "Are you saying this is not a dream!? I'm you and you're me?! Freaky Friday much?!"

"Yes. That's the most logical explanation."

The two of them sat awkwardly as the rest stared at them.

"So Glados has Wheatley's conscience and vice versa." Craig said timidly.

Wheatley, or Glados' head shot upward, his... or her nose twitching.

"Craig," Wheatley's voice spoke but with Glados' flawless menacing American accent, "I smell your fear."

Fact, he thought, I'm dead.

"'Tis a good day to die!"

Craig ran out of the room followed by a totally pissed off Glados trapped inside the body of Wheatley.

AN-

"Tis a good day to die." Lol Dota 2 GLaDOS reference~ I've been attached to it xD

"Your top tower is being attack... your top tower is... well, to be honest, DOOMED!"