.:Continued:.

John felt himeself go on a roller coaster ride of the mind. He tensed up just before he was slammed into something that felt like a brick wall. "Ah freil, that hurt," John said dazed, not sure of his surrouding. "Pilot? Zahnn? Aer-" hie voice cut off as he realized that it wasn't his voice. "What the..?" He reached up to feel his neck. John pulled his hands back sharply, not recognizing them. As he scrutinized them, he jumped a foot in the air when a voice cut through his thoughts.

"Harper? Are you okay?"

John whipped his head around to find the scoure of the voice. 'Sheesh, what sould I tell her? That I'm fine even though its not me that she's asking about? Safer to play along for now.' "Hell ya, I'm just spiffy."

"Are you sure?" Trance asked concerned. "Maybe I should run some tests to be safe."

"Nah, I'm good. I just need some rest. Yea, some rest, then I'll be as good as new." John hopped off the bed and nearly tripped over 'his' own feet. He felt something pull at his neck sharply. Then everything went black.

Trance had watched in slow motion as Harper leaped off the bed, lost his footing, and almost pulled out his data port. As the cable was still in. She rushed over and, with all her might, hoisted Harper's still form onto the bed. "Something is wrong," she mumbled to herself.
"Andromeda, show us the security footage on Med-Deck right after Harper jacked out," Trance said while looking at the screen. She was on the command deck with Dylan, Beka, Rommie, and Tyr.

"Acknowlegded."

The first few minutes spoke volumes.

"Ah freil, that hurt." Dazed.

"Pilot? Zahnn? Aer-" Shocked.

"What the...?"

Once the vid ended Beka looked at Dylan. "That doesn't sound or act like the Harper we know. He might be forgetfull at times, but never anything reguarding his port. It must be that John person."

"He took over Harper, we have to switch them somehow." Trance said quietly.

"Agreed," Dylan said.

"Sooo, got a plan?" Beka asked.

"Well, not at the moment, no."

Slience...

"'Harper' is waking up," stated an irritated ScreenAndromeda.

Med-Deck
"Ow, ow, freiling dren, ow," John sat up and gingerly felt 'his' neck for damage. "What the freil!" His hand recoiled at the touch of cold metal. It seemed to be attached to his neck. 'Maybe a medical scanner or mind reader thingy, you never know.' He thought as he attempted to remove it, and was rewarded with a sharp pain and a light show of sparks. "OW, aw crap man." John was unaware that behind him a group of very annoyed people were watching his every move. If he touched Harpers data port again they would most certainly move. "What the hell am I doing here!" John mumbled. He looked around the room for the first time since he was transfered into the little man's body. "What is wrong with me?" He demanded to himself, still unaware of the people in the shadows. John stood up and took a cautious step forward before feeling a sharp, painful tug at his neck. His hand flew up to the port and realized that there was a piece of wire stuck in it. Carefully he removed it, and was grateful that it didn't exploded when he did. John walked over to a sink and splashed some water on his face, but then made the mistake of looking up. "AAAHH!" He screamed in horror. "What the freaking hesmana happened to me!" He felt his new face as 'it' displayed shock and horror. "I'm stuck in someones body! Oh crapohcrapohcrap."

To be continued...