.:Continued:.
'Now is not the time to be panicking,' John thought to himself. Out load he said, "Get a grip John." Pacing he continued to talk to himself, still unaware of the people in the shadows. "Either I'm in a coma and this all is a product of my deranged mind, or I went through a wormhole to an unrealized reality. Harvey would be waking around here if this was a coma. So this MUST be another reality!" He looked back in the mirror and asked, "But how did I switch bodies?" Pause. "When Harvey threw the shorty in the dumpster. Problem sloved!" Another pause. "Figured out anyway," John said as he looked down at his new hands.
"Harper." Trance said as cheerly as possible when she bounced into the room with her tail waving wildly around in nervousness. The rest of the crew was right at her heels.
"How you feeling sport?" Beka asked calmly, trying to avoid Trance's chaotic tail and keep the anger out of her voice. If they were going to find out more about this 'John' that was inhabiting Harper's body then they shouldn't let him know that they knew, or John might threaten to harm Harper's body. They might tell him when they thought the time was right, but not right now.
"Honestly?" John asked. He cleared his throat and looked catiously around the room. "Promise not to kill me?" Not even waiting for an answer or an affirming nod, John put himself between the crew by walking behind a Medical Bed. "I'm not Harper." He closed his eyes and ducked behind the bed, waiting for the weapons fire that never came. John carefully peeked his head out in case any of them wanted to wait until they had a clear shot. When John realized that no one was shooting, yelling or beating him up, he peeked out from behind the bed, hoping that no one was waiting till they got a clear shot. He was met with the sight of the pretty blonde who he didn't want to hit in the corridor, and boy did she look mad. "Sorry?" John offered as he stood up with his hands raised.
"Sorry! Sorry doesn't cut it you little maggot," she rushed over to him, and if looks could kill, John would be floating molecules in space. "Listen up real good 'cause I'm only going to say this once. What did you do with Harper? And how can we get him back?"
John had the sudden urge to tell Beka to cool her jets and that she looked hot when she got mad. 'Huh? How did I know her name?' He cleared his throat. "Well, when Harper stumbled across Harvey hidden away in that neural circutry from hell, he set off a special intruder program. Of course that was 'after' he saw the Volleybell game on the beach. Harvey trapped him there, stopped him from exiting, then threw Harper into the Green Dumpster." Ingnoring the 'Is-this-man-insane?' looks that he was getting from everyone in the room, he continued. "Harvey sent either all of me or just the concious part of me back into Harper's brain. There was something important that I was supposed to do, but I can't remember. It was all very hazy. Ya know Rommie, your holo-matrix looks fuzzy."'What did I just sa- Oh no.' John thought. "Problem, it seems that, while my concious is here, part of Harper's knowledge and sub-concious is here to.
TBC...
What kind of problems will Harper's subconcious cause? What is Harper doing inside of John's mind? Has he gotten out of the green dumpster yet? Those questions may be answered in the next chapter :)