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Author's Note: Sequel to my Freaky Friday story although reading the first story isn't a prerequisite.

Manic Monday

Chapter One - Head Games

"Be careful what you wish for," thought Lois.

And she was right to think this for it was wishing that had gotten her into her current predicament. Not her wishes of cause but rather Pete Ross'. Well, to be exact, they were more thoughts than wishes, but, thanks to his exposure to green rocks, Pete's thoughts, unbeknownst to Pete, would inevitably come true.

Sat there, stuck in her Lana-shaped prison, her mind had nothing to do but constantly replay the incredibly plausible events that had led to this moment which would always end with Pete Ross' thoughts that maybe Lana might have been lying when she said she could only use her mutant mind-swap power more than once. Of course, because he'd thought that, it automatically came true, and the next time Clark and Lois had gone to the hospital to visit a completely paralyzed Lana, Lana had seen fit to swap minds with Lois leaving Lois stranded in Lana's inert body while Lana, dressed as Lois, went off to have babies with Clark.

Lois remembered the last time she'd seen her own face smiling at her, and had wanted so desperately to punch it. "Nice swapping thoughts with you. Bye," Lana had said and strode out of the hospital wearing Lois' body and holding Clark's hand. That had been over a year ago.

Lois wished that Lana's mind was back in Lana's body.

Since then Lois had never gotten any more visitors ... except for one.

"Hey, Lana, I'm here," said an all too familiar voice.

It was Monday, and Lois hated Monday, because that was the day Pete Ross insisted on visiting her. While she sat there paralyzed Pete would reminisce with her about their (well, actually, his and Lana's) time together in Smallville, about how her (well, actually, Lana's) coffee business La La Land was going from strength to strength, and, worst of all, he'd read her his poems.

"Lana, Lana, Lana," he started. He knew she liked this one especially due to the large smile on her face. Of course she always had a large smile on her face, since she had a large smile on her face when the paralysis set in - hardly surprising since Lana had always had a big smile on her face although she'd turn it upside down when talking about her parents.

Finally, after hours that seemed liked decades, it was time for Pete to leave.

"Hey, I was just thinking, maybe all the doctors are wrong and maybe, against all the odds, your paralysis will inexplicably disappear one day," he said. He expected that this thought of his might cheer her up, but he didn't expect her to leap to her feet and punch him repeatedly in the face. He thought of retaliating but sinking into unconsciousness seemed the easier solution.

"Sorry to do that, Pete," Lois lied, "but I don't want you and your stupid thoughts getting in the way of my revenge."

The body of Lois Lane, unencumbered by much of a mind, was doing the housework and listening to the radio when the news came on that Lana Lang, the multi-billionaire coffee mogul, had made a miraculous recovery, beaten up Pete Ross, and then disappeared shouting something about revenge.

The next thing Lois Lane heard was a pounding at the door.

"Who could that be?" she wondered, and then went to open the door. But before she could open it, the door was kicked in.

"Lana?" exclaimed the Lois who wasn't really Lois.

"Lana!" exclaimed the Lana who was really Lois, and then leapt towards the fake Lois.

"Lana, what are you doing?" asked the fake Lois as the real Lois' blows rained down on her.

"I'm not Lana. You are!" replied the real Lois, emphasizing the point with a head-butt.

"You're crazy. I'm not Lana. You are," screamed the fake Lois, pinned to the floor by the real Lois.

The real Lois grabbed the fake Lois' hair.

"Not the hair. Not the hair," pleaded the fake Lois, terror in her voice. Lana would never care that much about her hair, thought Lois, why she sounded more like ...

"Smallville?" asked the real Lois incredulously.

The fake Lois looked up in confusion. Lana never called him that. Only one person called him that.

"Lois?" murmured Clark.

"But where's Lana?" asked a confused Lois.

Clark, wearing Lois' body, walked to the window and pointed at the figure flying overhead.

"Look! Up in the sky!"