Ronaldo offered a hand to help him up. Kick narrowed his eyes slightly and got up on his own. He brushed the dust off of his jacket; or rather, Ronaldo's jacket. He didn't even spare so much as a glance to Ronaldo. The other rolled his eyes, though slightly surprised at Kick's sudden hostility.

"I'm fine," Kick muttered, soon looking down from his new height. It was strange; he was looking down at himself. He was just confused, really. What if the other really was just a failed clone? He reached up a hand to check if his helmet was still there, but instead, he came into contact with Ronaldo's blond locks. He had the glasses too, though he hadn't noticed it the first time. It clicked in his head, but he refused to believe it. It was someone's fault, and most definitely not his, Kick decided as all rational thoughts were thrown out of the window. He shook a little; not from the cold, but from the rage that had built up after the collision.

"This is all YOUR fault!" 'Ronaldo' yelled at 'Kick', leaving the other off guard at his sudden childish, immature attitude.

"My fault?" Ronaldo asked, slightly hurt from the outrage. That hurt soon turned to anger he disregarded a while ago. "How is it my fault?"

"If you hadn't built that thing in the way of my path—" Kick's poor explanation had been cut off.

"So I'm the bad guy here who's suddenly supposed to know everything? We both know the laws of physics do not apply to you. At least I'm not the one who does stupid stunts in the middle of something—"

"Stupid stunts? Stunts aren't stupid! Everything could've gotten along PERFRCTLY if it weren't for—"

"Now you're just blaming me on something that YOU obviously miscalculated! Of course, leave it to the thick-headed daredevil to screw up!"

"I wasn't done yet! And I wasn't talking about you! Stop interrupting me!"

"You're also interrupting me! Geez, you daredevils have no self-control. For all we know, you're going to end up with a condition worse than-"

"Lalalalalalala, I CAN'T HEAR YOU!"

"Will you just listen to me, Buttowski?"

"Well, I'm not Buttowski anymore, now am I?"

Ronaldo opened his mouth to retort, but nothing came out. He looked dumbstruck, and Kick was busy enjoying his expression. Even though technically it was his own, Kick reminded himself. Hold the phone, since when was he suddenly so childish and cruel? Brad's antics or perhaps a part of somebody's personality may have finally rubbed on him. Neither of them really wanted this change. What was there to gain, rather than dealing with his enemy's troubles? It's not like they were going to learn much from it, right?

'That's right, I'm not Buttowski anymore,' Kick thought, recalling his earlier statement. He had spoken the truth, and confirmed the aftermath of the confusion. They really had swapped bodies, or maybe minds.

Ronaldo groaned. He had gone wrong with some of the calculations relating to the machine and joining those wires. Well, at least he knew where he went wrong. Unlike Buttowski, who now seemed like a total jerk the entire time since the collision. Now, which of the algorithms had he gotten wrong? 'Kick's' face scrunched up as he concentrated. 'Ronaldo' rolled his eyes and snapped the other out of his scientific train of thought.

"You should take a break from science."

"You should take a break from stunts," Ronaldo shot back, giving Kick an annoyed look. That ought to keep his mouth shut as he tried to think of something. Kick scowled in defeat as he realized Ronaldo was right. This just wasn't natural for either of them to hear their own voices speak against them. Heck, never had he thought such an incident was possible!

"So…what now?" Kick asked, pretending he never snapped. Ronaldo was slightly relieved and frustrated at the same time.

"We are going to fix this machine as soon as possible," He stared at the ruins of his project. The machine was reduced to many pieces, and it would take some time to re-order certain, important materials. What was it called anyway? He was sure the blueprint had mentioned something with an '-Inator' suffix. Argh, he couldn't remember right now, he'd create a better machine and give it a better name than the last one. He'd do a much better job and make sure it would be useful for Kendall dearest too.

"It's going to take quite awhile," Kick remarked, adjusting his glasses. Even though they didn't get along very well, they had that silent, unsaid alliance once again.

"You can start by finding whatever looks useful and unharmed by the malfunction," ordered Ronaldo in Kick's voice. Sure enough, there were still a few items that could be reused, like scrap metal and various components still whole. Kick looked like he was going to say something to object, but Ronaldo shot him a glare.

"Since we clearly do not like each other, it's best we get this over with as soon as possible, Ronaldo," the crash-hemleted boy said as 'Ronaldo' groaned.

"I see were this is going," Kick muttered, getting the point. This was going to be a long day ahead of them, who knows how far or how much of the items they'd obtain? It was best not to think about it, he doubted there would be enough time until Gunther—

Holy fish-sticks, GUNTHER! He had completely forgotten about his best friend!

What was he going to do? Speaking (Or rather, thinking) of the wingman, he could already see the Nordic boy headed towards his direction from a distance. Kick shifted his eyes from one potential hiding area to another, there was no time! He pulled Ronaldo inside the spacious garage and shut it before Gunther could reach them. The now-shorter boy spluttered as their task was cut short.

"What was that for? We've barely started!"

"I panicked, okay? How do you think Gunther would react to, well, this?" Kick gestured at his body. Ronaldo looked insulted, but Kick continued before he could jab at him.

"How do you think everyone would react? They'll think we've gone insane!" Ronaldo snorted, which earned an odd look from Kick.

"Just see it as a live, role-playing game," 'Kick' suggested. In truth, he didn't have any better ideas. In order to accomplish that, it would mean spending a lot more time with the other to pick up on mannerisms and such. Kick thought about what he already knew about the physics-obsessed nerd. All that came up were the negative things: a bully, selfish, arrogant, calculating, etc. Now that he thought about it, Kick didn't know much actually. He barely knew Ronaldo's last name, if he even had one. He made a mental note to ask about that later. Ronaldo sighed and tugged at the hand he didn't know he was holding and watched as the other retracted his hand in embarrassment.

"Alright. Since we do not have enough time to get whatever's left, I'll just reorder them. Meanwhile, I think we should stay close to each other at all times."

"Do you know how wrong that sounds?"

"Do you have any better ideas or superior acting skills?" Ronaldo shot back. "Well come on in, if you're going to act like me you're going to have to get used being me."

Kick slumped in defeat as he followed the other into the interior of the house. It looked the same as the last time he had been here. Well-kept, neat, a few photo frames here and there. He suddenly felt nervous, as if he were prodding on unwelcoming grounds. Ronaldo noticed this, but did nothing to reassure him. The daredevil sighed.

"I…" Kick started, earning a curious look from Ronaldo. Stubbornness got the better of him and Kick muttered a soft 'Nevermind' . It could wait until later. The other had lead the way towards Ronaldo's room gesturing a 'shh' as they passed by one of the rooms. Kick may have had a vague idea whose room was that, for there were four rooms on the top floor. But he thought nothing else of it as soon as they entered 'his' room, which was at the end of the corridor.

"Nice place you've got here," he commented. Like downstairs it was neat, save for a desk which was littered with science notes all over it. Once he spotted the words 'Quantum Physics' written in one of the papers, his eyes soon drifted over to the rest of the room: Bookcase, plain bed, posters of him kart-racing, science fiction stuff. Funny, he didn't spot any of the gadgets Ronaldo used against him when he worked for BattleSnax.

The said boy gave him a look. This time, it was a softer glance. Why was he here again—Oh, right! Time to get down to business.

"Okay, since we've swapped 'bodies', it's best if we learn a few things about each other," Ronaldo spoke. Kick couldn't stop himself from staring. From the way Ronaldo worded it, it sounded…strange. Like, the unintentionally flirty-creepy kind of strange. Kick shuddered; he said it in his voice too.

"Like…?" Kick prompted him to go on as the other noticed his strange look.

He looked around cautiously to make sure no one was spying on them. When he was satisfied, he continued. "Like, say…"

"KICK! KIIIIIIIIIICK," Gunther yelled out as he walked down the street. Where is he? All he knew was that a random bystander gave him directions to Kick's approximate landing. The boy felt a little irked, not very familiar with the place. "KICK?"

"Quiet down," A feminine voice yelled in reply, clearly irritated. "You're starting to sound like some—Gunther?"

"Kendall?" he asked back, surprised to see her in the area.

"What are you doing here?" Kendall narrowed her eyes suspiciously at the boy.

"I'm…looking for Kick and I don't know where I am," Gunther replied slowly, unsure if he should just bolt and search somewhere else. Unlike Kick or anyone else, he hid his dislike for Kendall really well. Ever since that sap incident… He inwardly shuddered.

"Oh," her expression softened at once at Kick's mention. "I thought you might have something to do with that explosion over there," she jabbed a thumb at Ronaldo's ruined project. The Nordic boy's eyes widened.

"That must be it! That must be where Kick landed!" he broke into a run and inspected the remains.

"Near Ronaldo's house, of all places," she mumbled to herself when she caught up, also observing the damage.

"…What did you say?" Kendall backed off a little bit, startled by Gunther's tone. "T-This is Ronaldo's place. Why?"

He smacked his head in realization. "Of course!"

"Hold on Kick, I'm coming!"

Kendall watched as Gunther slowly shrank from her line of sight. Weirdos, the both of them, she thought. Ronaldo's house was still a couple of blocks away and she doubted Gunther would find the right one. If the damage wasn't there, of course. Shaking her head, she walked away from the place. Maybe she'd visit him some other time.

"So, are we clear on what we should do?" Ronaldo asked. Kick was attentive for once and nodded.

"Good, because I think we have a visitor," he glanced out of the window and Kick did the same.

"He's here!" Kick exclaimed and turned to face 'himself', who looked slightly nervous. It felt like the moment before one would have to go on stage for a performance, because that was similar to what they were doing now: Acting. 'Let's just hope neither of us screws this up,' Ronaldo gulped. Since he was 'Kick' now, he had to be there and pretend he never met with 'Ronaldo'. 'Wish me luck,' he opened the window of his bedroom, climbed down the tree in a peculiar way (How did I do that just now?) and breathed a sigh of relief as Kick's boots touched the ground. He had to get away, away from his own residence or at least a few blocks. He ran and looked back to see if Kick was still by the window and crashed into someone in the process.

"Kick!" Gunther shouted excitedly, helping a dazed Ronaldo up. "There you are! I was worried Ronaldo might've kidnapped you or something. Or kicknapped," he giggled, the last part was a comment he thought out loud. Ronaldo stared, incredulous, 'Am I really that bad to you guys?' he thought.

"A-Anyway, the stunt failed. What now, Kick?" He only seemed worried for Kick's reaction. Too bad this was Ronaldo he was actually talking to. Recalling their conversation earlier, he mentally gulped. Here goes…

"We do it again," came his simple reply, accompanied with a steely gaze.

'I'm really going to regret this,' he thought, mind racing as he tried to predict what the daredevil would scheme for next stunt.

A/N Oh my gosh I'm so late DX Sorry about this, I tried to think of ways to make this chapter better. Anywho, thank you so much for reading, I hope I haven't discouraged anyone yet _

Also, a big thank you to those who have reviewed :'D It made me happy and determined enough to keep this story going~

Expect certain characters popping in every now and then and maybe some more of Brad and Gordie's randomness ;D