We headed back to my car, and I noticed that it was almost 5:00.

"Looks like we can make it back in time for dinner after all, if you want to head straight home," I commented, casually.

Jake nodded, putting his seat belt on. "Mom and Dad would be happy about that."

I grinned. "Afterwards, I want to take you out for ice cream or something afterwards. I think we're overdue for some time together."

"That sounds great," Jake agreed, smiling at me.

The idea of Jake actually wanting to spend time with me, after almost two years of either ignoring me or acknowledging my presence with anything between annoyance and outright animosity, felt incredible.

Yeah, I knew. It was never me, it was Terlin. Except, he hadn't known Terlin was decent.

Still. It all felt new.

(At some point, he should talk to you directly,) I told Terlin. (Not inside his head, but with you speaking through me.)

(Yes,) he agreed, his emotions a mix of happy and tentative. (I've done fairly little interacting with him, even as you. I'd like to speak to him as myself.)

(You know I'm for it, but Jake might need some convincing. I get the feeling that he doesn't quite get how gentle control works,) I recalled. (Well, I mean, he understands it on an intellectual level, but if we suddenly told him, "Hey, Terlin's going to talk now, but don't worry, I can still intervene if I want", he's going to get scared.)

He nodded. (There's plenty of time, and we can ease him into it.)

That was true, and it was reassuring. We'd handled the major obstacles-Jake and his friends trusting us-today, and it had gone easier than I'd expected. Then again, it had required Cassie to infest me, but even that hadn't gone too badly.

The rest were details. Jake trusted me, now, and I could-once again-be a big brother to him.

(I'm sure he will be happy for your support, Tom,) Terlin murmured. (It can't have been easy for him.)

(Yeah, no kidding.) I gave a mental shudder. (Poor kid.)

As this exchange was going on, I had started the drive back, and the next time Jake spoke out loud, it was at a red light.

"Tom?"

"Yeah, Midget?" I asked, turning to him.

He looked a little uncomfortable. "I was wondering...are you okay? I mean, with Cassie infesting you, and all that?"

I squeezed his shoulders. "I'm fine. I'm glad it's over, but it wasn't too bad."

Jake nodded. "She just saw the stuff with Terlin, then?"

Now, I could see why Jake was concerned. "When Cassie first opened my memories, she saw one of us playing basketball as kids. Which wasn't embarrassing or anything, but, you know?" I glanced at Jake, and his expression indicated that he understood where I was headed. "To sort of speed things up, and avoid any random memories that would have been more...personal, I suggested that I tried focusing on when everything began. With my getting infested. That basically jump started the memory stream of the last nineteen months."

"How was that for you?" Jake prodded, studying me.

"Outside of reliving my capture," I admitted, "it wasn't too bad. It's not like the past year and a half was doom and gloom. Which was kind of the point." I gave Jake a gentle smile, which he returned. "Terlin and I are friends. We've been friends for pretty much the whole time he'd been inside my head."

Jake nodded, slowly. "Yeah. I can see how reliving that wouldn't be so bad."

I took his hand in mine. "It wasn't."

Which was kind of the point. I hadn't been tortured during our time together, or emotionally manipulated in order to cooperate. Cassie had seen this, and even Jake had trusted me as soon as I'd explained what had happened.

"Okay." Jake nodded, again, then smiled at me. "Thanks, Tom."

I wrapped an arm around Jake's shoulder. "You're welcome, Midget." Glancing at the stopped car, I asked, "Ready to head home?"

He nodded, again. "Yeah. Okay."

In spite of our delayed start, we did manage to arrive home just as Mom was starting to make dinner. If she was surprised to see us hanging out together, she hid it pretty well.

"Oh, hi, kids," she greeted. "We got your note. You're back for the night?"

"For dinner," I explained. "We're starving. If you and Dad don't mind, Jake and I were going to head out afterwards. Hang out."

I didn't want to specifically mention ice cream or anything, in case they invited themselves along.

"That sounds like fun," Mom beamed at us. "I'm glad you two are spending time together again."

Jake gave me a side eye. They'd noticed that we'd been...less than friendly.

"Well," I joked, "Jake's in high school, now. Needs my answers to all of the tests."

"Yeah," Jake added, teasingly, "except it turns out that teachers change the tests every couple of years. They aren't the same ones Tom took."

"So, you're stuck with me and you can't even get all A's for the effort? Man. That's rough." I tousled his hair. "Sorry, Midget."

Mom looked like she didn't know whether to reprimand us for joking about cheating, or laugh for the same reason. She just sort of pursed her lips and rolled her eyes.

"Dinner will be ready in ten minutes," she informed us. "Tom, do you or Jake want any money for tonight?"

I didn't need any money-The Sharing didn't want people like me to have to reduce our hours because our parents wanted us to get a "real job", so they paid us a stipend. I'd been earning a few hundred dollars a month ever since I'd been infested with Terlin, but most of it just sat in the bank.

Also, since Jake and I did chores, we got an allowance.

Still...

"I won't pass up on free money," I laughed.

"Me neither," Jake added, grinning.

"I'll see what I have in my purse after dinner," Mom promised, with a slight shake of her head. "Okay, now, scoot."

We scooted. Went upstairs to the bathroom, washed our hands. Then, hung out in my room until Mom or Dad would call us down.

Jake sat next to me, leaning against me. I wrapped an arm around him.

"Tired?" I asked, gently.

But he shook his head. "Happy," he corrected. "Been waiting for this for a long time. Even if I wouldn't have expected it to turn out like what happened."

I bet.

"I know we still have a long road ahead of us," Jake continued, sighing a little.

I wrapped my other arm around his shoulder in a strange sort of hug. "And, I'll be here for it. All of it, okay? Any time you want to talk, I'm here."

Jake nodded, studying me. "I get a lot of nightmares, Tom," he murmured, almost like he was admitting something he'd done wrong.

"I can imagine," I murmured. "Do you want to talk about it? Them?"

He sighed. "There are so many...but the main one is the tiger morph."

I frowned, just a little. "Tiger morph?"

He nodded again, separating himself from me. I let him. Whatever Jake needed, whatever closeness or physical distance he needed from me, I'd give him.

"We have battle morphs. For when we fight the Yeerks," he began. "We chose them early on. We have a ton of morphs for spying and other missions, but when we have to fight, you know, we use our battle morphs." He waited, and I nodded, understanding. Well, trying to wrap my head around it. I didn't know much about morphing, but that was something I could ask Midget about later. "Mine's a tiger." Another pause, and he took a deep breath. It was all I could do not to pull Jake into a hug, but I held back. "After a few battles with the Yeerks, early on, I started having this dream. I was in my tiger morph, and I was stalking...you."

I nodded. "You thought I was the enemy, back then," I observed, understanding. "You were sure that if you let anything slip, I'd haul you over to the Yeerk Pool. It makes sense that you'd dream about hunting me, Jake. It was about trying to defend...protect yourself."

"I know. But it wasn't just that. After I stalked you for awhile, I became me, again. And, you became the tiger." Jake shut his eyes, like he was seeing it all play out. "I was sure that if I couldn't free you, I'd have to end up killing you. That it was like neither one of us could end up surviving this war."

It sort of dawned on me, then. Yeah, Jake and his friends had been fighting the Yeerks for the better part of two years, and he'd known I'd been a Controller. He'd been battling with so much, and not just the Yeerks. I'd been calling him Mr. Crankypants for nearly the entire time, convinced that he'd hated me. I knew this wasn't my fault. I had no idea what he'd been going through. In more ways than one, it was a good thing Terlin and I hadn't known. Before the Peace Movement, we couldn't exactly tell Jake we were on his side. We wouldn't have turned him in, but what could we have done?

Living with me, a supposed enemy, had to have been just as bad as fighting the Yeerks. At least, battles ended. I was always there.

What kind of a toll had that taken on Jake? No wonder he had these kinds of nightmares about killing me...and me killing him.

Whatever I could say felt insufficient, trite, even. I just sighed, held my arms out, tentatively, and Jake let himself curl up next to me. We stayed like that for a few minutes.

"Midget," I finally spoke up. "I'm so sorry you had to go through that."

There were so many other things I could say. That this wouldn't happen. That he'd never have to fight me, let alone kill me.

He knew this, but it could be awhile before the dreams stopped. If they ever stopped.

"When I was infested," Jake continued, "that first night, I was so scared. I didn't want to fall asleep, because I was sure I'd dream about the tiger morph. And I did. The Yeerk told me the dream was 'very metaphorical'." Jake kind of snorted at this. "I was almost surprised he didn't taunt me more about it, but...I don't know. Maybe, he figured he'd made his point."

I had to take a minute to figure out what to say next. Honestly, I wanted to kill that Yeerk for having hurt my kid brother. Except, he was already dead.

Good.

"I'm sorry," I finally told him, running my free hand over his hair. "I didn't realize...I mean, you were a kid. You still are. You shouldn't have been infested, and you shouldn't be risking your life trying to save the planet. You should be...you know. Dating Cassie. Hanging out with Marco. Freaking out about the research paper that's due tomorrow that you didn't start. Not killing alien slugs."

(The bad ones,) I added, mentally, to Terlin. (Not ones like you.)

He laughed. (I know, Tom.)

"If we don't, no one else will. The Yeerks will win," Jake pointed out, a little darkly.

Yeah.

"Well, I'm going to be there every step of the way, okay? Maybe not in battle, but I'll be there when you get back. You'll get really, really tired of seeing my face and enduring my hugs, too," I added, teasingly. "When I'm not gathering information or playing basketball and you're not destroying slugs or at school...we're going to be inseparable." I gave him a little nudge. "You're going to get really sick of being around me, Midget."

He laughed. "Not gonna happen."

"And if you have a bad dream, I want you to come and get me. Even if it's two in the morning and we both have a test the next day. You can tell me all about it, if you want. If not, I'll just stay with you. Rub your back, if you want. Or, just be there," I added. "Whatever you want, or need."

Jake grinned. "You mean it?"

"Absolutely."

I wrapped an arm around his shoulder, again, and we stayed like that until Mom called us down for dinner.

Afterwards, we decided to go out to the movies. It would be good to spend a couple of hours relaxing in front of the big screen, eating popcorn and candy, and just vegging out after the events of earlier. It almost didn't matter what we saw-as long as it wasn't a kid cartoon, or a romance, or involving aliens-as long as we could just zone out and enjoy it.

After scanning the paper for what was playing, we decided on an action movie. You know, the kind with the hero who runs around, saving the world from some terrorist. With lots of destroyed buildings in his wake.

Mom loaded us up with a couple of 20's apiece, which was way more than we needed, but she said to hold onto it in case we needed extra cash later that week.

I had a feeling that she was hoping we'd do more stuff together.

Wish granted, Mom.

We got tickets at the theater and paid for the overpriced movie snacks. Large popcorn and soda and milk duds for me. Same for Jake, except he got Twizzlers.

"Twizzlers, Midget?" I teased. "Come on. Red vines are way better."

"They are not," Jake retorted, holding the candy close to him.

I rolled my eyes at him, then addressed my Yeerk. (Thoughts?)

(You're my first human host,) he reminded me, (so my answer would be biased.)

(Figures,) I grumbled.

Jake glanced at me. "You talking to...?"

"Yeah. And he refuses to get involved," I sighed. "Of course, milk duds are far superior to both."

"You ever try putting them in popcorn?" Jake queried. "Cassie's dad does it."

"No...but I will," I promised. Putting an arm around his shoulder, I gently steered him to the entrance of the movie. "Come on, you don't want to miss the previews."

We'd been to movies before, Terlin and I. With others, mostly. Sometimes, as part of a Sharing outing. Terlin would take full control then, but allow me full access to my senses. Otherwise, we shared gentle control. I didn't mind him using my body when we just sat back and watched a movie and ate snacks. It was even kind of relaxing to have him, if not in charge, taking care of the body parts of the experience. Feeding me snacks and shifting my body so that my legs and arms didn't fall asleep. I was pretty tall, after all, and the movie seats were designed for something a good half foot shorter than me.

Yeah, I know. My life was really hard.

Since gentle control wouldn't prevent me from interacting with Jake-as much as you could when watching a movie without bothering others-there wasn't much of a reason to switch things up.

So, we settled into our seats, snacks on hand, and I settled back into my mind, ready to take control if I wanted, but happy for Terlin to handle things otherwise.

I felt Jake's hand on mine, briefly, and I turned and grinned at him. "You okay?"

His smile at me showed that he was definitely more than okay.

"If you want some of my milk duds, help yourself," I offered.

He grinned. "Same, but you probably won't take me up on it."

I rolled my eyes at him. "Maybe, if it was the only candy available in a movie theater...but otherwise, no thanks. Enjoy, Midget."

He relaxed back in his seat. He was still a good head shorter than I was, and his legs weren't long enough to be a problem. "You too, Tom."

Even though this wasn't exactly a selling point for full membership at The Sharing, watching a movie with a decent Yeerk in your head was a much better experience than watching on your own. You know the whole "no talking" rule that theaters have? Obviously, it doesn't apply to Yeerks and hosts. Not that we did a whole mystery science theater commentary throughout the film, but I could get him to repeat what some character said without getting angry looks from other moviegoers, and I could also ask him questions about what he thought would happen next. It was like watching a movie in your living room, but at the movie theater.

Terlin, and probably most Yeerks, loved the whole movie experience at least as much as their host, if not more. Yeerks didn't have a whole lot of powerful senses in the Yeerk Pool, and Terlin had told me that human eyes were so incredible that it took him (and others) considerable effort not to stare and revel at everything for hours on end. That wasn't the case at the movies. You were meant to stare at the screen, to revel at what was going on. To experience it as an observer, not to do anything. It was why I didn't mind him taking gentle control. We'd tried it with me in control, and not to get all mathematical or economical about it, but this gave both of us the most enjoyment.

So, from the first preview to the ending credits, I mostly sat back in my mind, enjoying the feeling of my senses (especially taste and sight) as Terlin handled what small movements I needed to make, like the very important task of administering food at the appropriate intervals. Then, we stretched, sat up, and finally rose from our seats. The ending had all the signs of a sequel, even if it wasn't exactly a cliffhanger.

"Have fun?" I asked Jake, as we made our way into the parking lot.

"Yeah." He grinned, looking a lot more relaxed than he had earlier that night. "It was great to do something normal. And with you."

"Same here." I nodded at the snacks in his hand. "You still have Twizzlers left."

He rolled his eyes at me. "It was a big bag, Tom."

"Uh huh. Sure," I teased. "There's probably a garbage can around somewhere, if you want to dispose of them."

"No way!" he laughed.

I shrugged, tousling his hair. "Your loss, Midget."

We got into my car, and buckled ourselves in. I noticed that Jake looked...distracted, maybe.

"Hey, you okay?" I asked, not starting the car.

"I guess I'm a little tired," he admitted.

It wasn't even 9:00, but I could understand. It had been a pretty intense, emotional afternoon. And Midget had been living in fear for what, the better part of two years.

"You can stay with me tonight," I offered. "Or, I can stay with you. If you want."

"Yeah, okay," Jake answered, smiling at me. "Thanks."

I started the car, and we drove for a little while in silence. After about ten minutes, I spoke up again.

"You know, Midget, I have a million questions about what it's like to be an animal. Not that you have to answer them all tonight," I added.

Even though I was driving, out of the corner of my eye, I could feel Jake studying me.

"It's pretty different, depending what you are. When you become the animal, you don't become them, exactly. Like, there's no individual mind that you need to control. It's just the generic instincts of an animal," he explained. "And it can vary from one of the coolest things ever to a total nightmare."

"Sounds like you have a lot of stories to tell," I noted.

"Tons," he laughed.

"What would you say was the best and worst morph you've done?" I wondered.

Jake didn't hesitate. "Dolphin was the best," Jake continued. "Ant's the worst."

"An ant?" I stared at him in disbelief. "Really?"

"There's no mind. No individuality." He shuddered. "The worst was when we ran into another colony. They literally tore us apart, limb from limb. Later, the Yeerk morphed one, too, when he was trying to escape. Another colony basically destroyed him. He barely morphed out in time."

I squeezed his hand. "Makes Visser Three seem warm and cuddly," I teased.

That got a snort. "Nah. He'd get ideas from them."

Yeah. Probably.

"What's dolphin like?" I prodded, as much out of curiosity as to change the subject.

He just beamed. "Awesome. It's like the mind of a little kid. Everything is a game to them. They're just totally bubbling with happiness. The entire ocean is their home, you know? And, with the exception of sharks, they don't have any problems. So, they're so happy, so excited, all the time. You want to relax, to de-stress? Become a dolphin."

I grinned. "You know you can't really become a dolphin in the upstairs bathroom, Midget. Still. Sounds cool." I considered for a second. "You ever morph another human?"

Jake frowned. "We don't morph sentient creatures without their permission. Taking their DNA and becoming them? It's too much like what Yeerks do."

I could understand that. Sort of. You might not have their memories, but you still had their identity.

Then...

"You have mine, Midget. If you ever need to be me for a couple of hours, for any reason. You got it," I assured him. "Well, just you, for now. And Rachel. And Cassie...oh, heck, everyone can. I know you guys won't do anything I wouldn't do."

"Wow. Okay. Thanks, Tom," Jake answered, clearly perplexed. "Are you sure? You can change your mind, if you want."

I rolled my eyes at him, turning away from the steering wheel. To be fair, the light had just turned red.

"Midget, I have a Yeerk in my head almost all the time. I let Cassie in my head to make sure I wasn't brainwashed or being tortured. Morphing me's kind of the least invasive thing that any of you could do." I paused. "Not that I'm complaining. It's just...I trust you. Besides, we're in a war, and if my DNA can help..."

Jake managed a laugh. "I figure it's more of something that could help in the future than we need now."

"Got it." The light turned green, and I pressed my foot on the gas. "So, you want to do it now? Acquire me?"

Jake laughed again. "Not now, Tom. Trust me, that's not a good idea."

I frowned-not that he could see it. "Why's that?"

"When you acquire an animal or a human...they go into a trance for several seconds. It doesn't hurt or anything, but, Tom, you're driving a car," Jake explained.

"Car accident isn't on your to-do list today?" I teased. "Okay. Got it. When we get home, then."

"After all," Jake added, "it's not like I'm going to need to morph you in the next couple of hours."

I snickered. "Good point."

Mom and Dad were watching TV when we arrived.

"How was the movie?" Dad asked, once we'd said hello and all of that.

"It was great," Jake grinned. "I hope there's a sequel."

"Hmm. Action movie, right? Jean? Would you want to see it?" he asked, turning to our mom.

"Maybe. We'll see," she answered, smiling.

She did a good job, living in a house with three guys. But, even after over twenty years of marriage to our dad, action movies weren't really her thing.

"Well, I'm going to turn in," I told them. "I'm tired."

Dad raised his eyebrows at me. "It's not even 9:30."

I shrugged. "Been a long week. I had two tests earlier, and I turned in a term paper on Thursday. I'm kind of spent."

"Same here," Jake added. "I'm going to say goodnight."

If our parents decided to check on us, make sure we hadn't tried to sneak out, all they'd see would be two brothers curled up in bed together. Teenagers get a bad reputation, and often for good reasons, but sometimes, we actually choose to go to bed early.

I was glad that Terlin had fed before we had confided in Jake earlier that day. Sunday would be another free day. Except for homework, but since I had turned in the paper for Mr. Mendar's English class and had taken two tests, the teachers had decided to go a little easier on us than usual.

That, and they didn't want to add more to their work load.

"You'll spend the night?" I asked Jake, once we were upstairs. "We can talk more, if you want."

"Do you think you could stay in my room?" he asked, a little hesitantly.

I wasn't sure what the difference was. We both had the same size beds (full sized). Not that I was going to protest.

(He feels safer there. He trusts you, of course, but it's his room...he feels more comfortable,) Terlin explained, gently.

Okay. Yeah, I could understand that.

"Sure," I answered, easily. "I'll get ready and then knock?"

He nodded, face relaxing into a smile. "Sounds good."

I changed into an oversized t-shirt and shorts, then brushed my teeth. I hadn't been lying about being tired. Oh, I'd stay up with Jake if he wanted to talk more, but I was looking forward to getting a good night's sleep.

Jake had the door open practically before I was outside his room. "Heard you outside," he explained.

I stepped inside, slowly. "Man, it feels like years since I've been in here."

"Probably was," he pointed out. "It's not like we hung out much since everything started."

"Everything" meaning the war.

"Yeah," I murmured. "So much lost time."

Jake nodded. "Yeah," he echoed.

I wrapped an arm around his shoulder. "Which side do you want?"

He shrugged. "You?"

"I like to be near the wall," I answered.

I'd always been like that. Probably because I'd fallen off the bed a couple of times, as a kid, when I woke up from nightmares.

"Sure," Jake agreed.

We climbed into bed, but didn't lie down right away. "Hey, you want to acquire me, now?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah. Right." Jake nodded, then reached out and put a hand on mind.

At first, there was nothing, but then, I felt very relaxed, almost like I was coming up out of a dream. The feeling lasted for several seconds, before I came out of the trance.

"Weird," I murmured. "But not bad."

Jake grinned, laying down. "The trance is great for when we have to acquire wild animals. Gives you time to escape."

I snickered, wrapping the blankets over us, then settling myself next to him. We were still facing each other, close enough that we could talk in whispers. Less chance of being overheard.

"Like that tiger of yours?" I guessed.

"Exactly," he confirmed. "It would have been kind of fatal, otherwise."

"How did you guys manage to get close enough to those animals, anyway?" I prodded. "It's not like they let you pet the animals at the Gardens."

"They don't, but Cassie got us in after hours," Jake explained.

That got me. "Midget! They could have eaten you alive."

"I know." His tone was...grim. "But we couldn't exactly kick Hork-Bajir butt with Homer and Dude."

"Dude?" I echoed.

"Tobias' cat. Back when he lived with his uncle. He was actually the first one of us to morph. The rest of us were kind of still registering what had happened, and he went and acquired and morphed his cat," Jake explained, pride in his voice.

"You've got to tell me about how you guys got the morphing power," I pressed. "I just know that you all can."

"The short story is that we met Elfangor when we were all walking home from the mall." Jake yawned. "He was dying and had the morphing cube, and told us about the Yeerks and that he could give us this weapon to fight it."

"Not that you haven't been doing a great job, Midget, but you'd think he could have at least found adults, instead of a bunch of twelve year olds," I grumbled.

"Thirteen," Jake corrected. Then, "He was dying, Tom. It was us or no one."

I frowned. "But he could morph, right? Why didn't he just morph out of his injuries?" Giving his shoulder a little poke, I added, "I mean, Jake, you could morph out when ants were destroying you guys, and how long had you been fighting the empire at that point? Elfangor was an Andalite prince. He must have been fighting the Yeerks for at least a decade."

Jake sort of shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe, he figured it was his fate? He fought Visser Three to give us time to escape, but..."

His voice trailed off. Clearly, neither of us had a good reason for it.

Too bad. It would have been really helpful for Jake to have an Andalite prince to help him with leading his friends. Plus, Ax would have been able to fight with his big brother.

Not to mention that seven morph capable beings had to be able to do more damage than six. Especially with one having years and years of experience to help them out.

Well, whatever had happened, happened. No point in playing the "what if" game. Elfangor was dead, and Jake was leading his friends against a hidden alien army.

At least, the Peace Movement and I were on his side. We could definitely provide him with information.

And I could give him emotional support.

Realizing I wasn't answered Jake, I just nodded. "Yeah. Well, you have me, now. I mean, it, Jake. I'm here for you."

Jake smiled, then yawned. "Thanks, Tom."

"Mind if I give you a bear hug while we sleep?" I asked.

Jake grinned, settling himself against me. I wrapped my arms around him, holding my kid brother tight against me in a big hug.

"Comfortable?" I whispered.

"I'm good." He paused. "Then again, if I need to go to the bathroom..."

I grinned. "Nope. You're not allowed to move."

"To-om!" he complained, laughing a little.

"Okay, fine. If you have to go to the bathroom, I'll let you go. But the hug monster will return to claim his victim the minute you return," I added, making my voice a little like Count Dracula.

"Hug monster, huh? Any relation to the Cookie Monster?" Jake yawned again.

"I think he's more closely related to the one that grabs feet that hover over the bed," I corrected. "You know, the one that bites them off."

More laughter, as he snuggled in even tighter against me. Then, he yawned again. "Night, Tom."

"Night, Jake. Sweet dreams."

(Night, Terlin,) I added, within my mind.

He smiled, hugging me as tightly as I held Jake. (Sweet dreams, Tom.)

If life was even somewhat fair, my kid brother would have passed the night with either no dreams, or a good one. He would have slept soundly, waking up the next morning with a feeling of relief that his big brother wasn't an involuntary Controller, but a willing host to a decent Yeerk in the Peace Movement.

Instead, he woke up a few hours later, yelling in his sleep.

A/N: In order to prevent this story from reaching the triple digits with regards to chapter length, I'm making it a series with "The Swap" being the series title. The next chapter that I post will be the final one in THIS work, and it takes place before the beginning of "The Conspiracy". The next work, probably to be called something like "The Swap 2: The Conspiracy", will begin with that book in the series. Since there's no way to link up series on this website, I'll probably number the stories to make it easier for any reader coming in later in the game. Not every Animorph book will be covered in this project, and the ones that are covered will, for obvious reasons, might look a lot different.

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