A/N: Please let me know if you think anyone's out of character. I really don't want to get them wrong...
Disclaimer: (I have to remember to ass this to all my chapters) I only have a right to Kelly. I am making no money, and am just using the characters for my own fun.
Jon sat outside the room. Everything was quiet. He had honestly expected more shouting than what was happening. Kelly and Trip were both incredibly stubborn people, and he doubted that this would be over soon. A flash of light nearly blinded him, and he jumped to his feet, running over to the doorway. Kelly and Trip were both unconscious. He pulled out his communicator.
"Travis, Phlox, get over here. They're unconscious again."
Kelly opened her eyes to see the dim lighting of sick bay, again. Everything suddenly came rushing up to her, including the floor as she rolled over the edge of the bed. She made a loud thud as she hit the floor. She had tried to stand, but she had suddenly felt so light that she had just fallen over. Phlox grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet.
"Easy Lieutenant." He said. "You're nearly fifty pounds lighter than you were this morning." Kelly grinned as she looked down, grateful to see her own body, not Trip's. "I'll inform the Captain that you're awake." He vanished again. He was very good at doing that. Within a minute, Jon ran into Sick Bay, gasping for breath.
"You're -- you again -- right?" Kelly grinned, bounding across the room and giving Jon a hug.
"That answer it?" She asked, her grin widening as Jon hugged her back.
"Yes it does." He said, releasing her. "I was worried. It's been a day and a half since you guys were knocked out."
"And you need to get some sleep Captain." Phlox said. "I'm sending the Lieutenant to her quarters, as I can find no medical reason to keep her here." Jon nodded.
"I'll walk her there." Phlox nodded, and handed the Captain a hypo spray.
"This will help you sleep." He said, and hurried off to check on Trip. "I'll inform you when Commander Tucker wakes up Captain." Jon lead Kelly out of Sick Bay and down the corridor.
"How're you feeling?" He asked. Kelly sighed.
"Really light." She said. Jon raised an eyebrow, in an almost Vulcan-like manner. "Trip's about fifty pounds heavier than me." She explained. Her room wasn't that far from Sick Bay, so it was a short walk. "Jon I'm fine. Seriously. Just deliriously happy to be in the right body again." She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "I'll see you tomorrow." She said, and ducked into her quarters. She frowned when she saw the mess Trip had left her. She saw that the only spot in the entire room that wasn't cluttered was the bed. She was going to kill him. She had started picking up uniforms off the floor and putting them away when the door chime sounded.
"Come in!" She said. Malcolm stepped through, and eyed the mess.
"Trip left me a little present." She said. Malcolm eyed her.
"So you're not Trip anymore?" He asked. Kelly threw the uniforms in her dresser drawer and sighed.
"No, I am very much Kelly. Why does it matter so much?" She asked, throwing some of her other clothes back in her suitcase. Trip hadn't even worn those things, so why were they spread out all over her room? It seemed as though her dresser had just exploded.
"Well, I was thinking about something Trip said before the two of you switched bodies, and frankly he was right." Kelly shrugged, her back to Malcolm as she continued to pick up her room.
"Well, what does that have to do with whether I'm Trip or not?" She asked, turned around. He was only about a foot from her, and she froze when he reached out and pulled her toward him. His lips met hers briefly, and hesitantly. The mess in her room suddenly didn't seem that important to her anymore. He pulled away for a moment.
"I didn't want to do that to Trip." Kelly shook her head.
"Just shut up." She said, pulling him down to kiss her again. With on hand in his hair, she let the other trail down his back to his waist then around and up his chest. His arms encircled her waist, pulling her into him protectively. Her hands found their way to the zipper on his uniform, and she pulled it down as she deepened the kiss. She finally got his uniform unzipped, and pulled it down over his arms. She slid her hands up his chest again, then pushed him backwards onto her bed, breaking the kiss. Malcolm seemed to come to his senses.
"Kelly, I-" She straddled his stomach and leaned down again, silencing him with a kiss. She could feel him give himself over as he rolled her underneath him.