**Marcus' POV**

I felt as if the pain had simply knocked me for a few seconds, but I knew it was much longer than that. I attempted to open my eyes, slower this time because I knew it would cause pain. I didn't want Blair to see me weak, I didn't want anyone to see me weak but especially her. When my eye's adjusted I realized that she was gone, I looked around and found that the curtain to my left was open. Kate had her back to me, she was working on a machine hooked up to someone but I couldn't see who. I tried lifting my head to the side to try and focus more but failed.

"He hasn't woke up since earlier, he'll be fine with time though," I heard Kate whisper to the person.

"Does he know?" the voice rasped. It sounded eerily familiar…

"No… He only woke up for a few minutes. Blair saw him, it was hard for her. I warned her but she stubborn. The minute she saw you she fainted," Kate whispered.

My breath hitched in my throat, Kate immediately turned in my direction to see what the sound was.

I closed my eyes and pretended to be out, Blair fainted? Was she okay? What would cause her to do that? I needed to find out who was in that bed.

I then heard the curtain quietly close.

I opened my eyes cautiously looking to my left to see the curtain. I could still hear the talking though.

"Both of you need your rest, this won't be easy."

"Tell me when he wakes up, I want to tell him," the mysterious voice rasped. Tell me what?! That's it's somehow impossible for me to just die! I know that voice from somewhere but I can't figure it out… my head literally hurt from thinking.

"No, I need to tell him. I'm a doctor, I—"

"Kate, he saved my life. The least you can do is let me explain to him why he's not in his own body!"

What the hell? I'm not in my own body?! What are they talking about?! I began panicking.

"Sh—h John, you'll wake him up! I'm telling him rather you like it or not." John?! That was John?! But it doesn't sound like him, it couldn't be!

I looked down at my hands, that would explain why my skin is different, why my hand is healed, the scar on my face—

I closed my eyes, it's a nightmare, yeah it has to be. I opened my eyes hoping to somehow wake up, dame it, I thought. I closed my eyes again, the machines began beeping again.

They can't know I'm awake, I tried pretending to be asleep but I couldn't. I was panicking…

I heard the curtain open quickly, footsteps.

"What's wrong with him?" the voice said, I knew it was John but it didn't sound right.

"His heart rates off the charts, brainwaves are stirring up; panic attack," Kate said quickly.

I was afraid to open my eyes, finally I forced myself to. Kate immediately looked at me and then to where the curtain should be, and back to me. I started to look to my left but she grabbed my head, "Marcus, I need you to calm down, okay? Look at me Marcus."

I was looking around the ceiling trying to get out of her grasp; she was strong for being pregnant.

"Marcus, look at me," she said frantically.

I then broke out of her grasp and looked to my left.

What I saw was the most terrifying thing I'd ever seen… it was me, I was wide-eyed, full on living and breathing… but I was over here…

Kate had said John earlier to me, I mean him…

"Marcus, it's okay. I know you're confused right now but we can explain," the man said.

"Conner?" I rasped.

He nodded his head, I couldn't take my eyes off him, all I kept thinking was, what the hell is going on.

If John was in my body, then where was his? I looked at Kate and then back at John. I then realized John's left hand, my left hand, was mechanical, completely exposed.

That was when it hit me… it all made sense… the different skin, the fixed hand… and the scar. John had a scar on is face after we blew Skynet… I slowly reached my hand up to my face to feel the scar…

"Marcus, long story short. Like I said, we found a loophole… it was the only way to keep you both alive."

"What?" I rasped, though I had a foreboding feeling of what she would say next.

"When we went in for surgery we realized that a lot more than his heart was damaged. The war has banged him up pretty good and finally his body just couldn't take it anymore… we had to think fast. John needed a lot more than a heart transplant. That when I remembered, you're a hybrid, you're body can heal in ways no human or surgery ever could. And that's when we made the decision…"

"What decision?" I rasped, feeling as if my heart was about to pop out of my chest.

"To switch you're bodies…" Kate rasped.

"But… how? That's impossible, we were in the middle of a desert! I…" I looked to my left, how was this possible? "I don't understand."

"It's okay, it'll take time to understand—"

"No, I don't understand how this is gonna work. Is John just gonna live my life while I live his?! That's crazy!"

"Calm down Marcus, we don't want you passing out again," Kate said, "And to tell you the truth we haven't even had time to think of that yet."

"So you just thought switch the bodies and everything will be fine? Because this is not fine, that," I said pointing to John, "Is my body! This," I said pointing to myself, "Is his body! That's how it's supposed to be!"

"Sometimes things aren't what they're supposed to be. Sometimes nothing makes sense but with time—"

"With time? We don't have time! John is the leader of the Resistance and I'm… I'm not!"

"Marcus, we're alive. We may not be the same way we were before, but we're alive. It's gonna be hard, I'm not gonna lie. It's gonna be the most difficult thing either of us has done. The sooner you realize the fact that we can't change this, the sooner it will get easier," John interjected.

I took a deep breath, he was right. I could spend hours yelling and still end up right back here. I simply nodded not really knowing what to say.

John continued, "The first few months will be difficult, no one outside the base can know about this. We'll have to act as if nothing has happened. If anyone asks, we figured out a way to keep Marc—, I mean me alive without a heart. They'll suspect it worked because I'm a machine."

"How are you going to lead The Resistance?" I asked.

"I won't…"

"You have to lead them. They need a leader, there's a million other people out there just like Kyle and Star who will do anything you say."

"I know, and John Conner is still gonna lead them," John said bluntly.

"But ho—," then it hit me, "Wa—it a second here… you mean," I said pointing to myself.

John nodded, "From now on, you're John Conner, and I'm Marcus Wright."

"I, I can't lead them! You— you have to! I—"

"What's done is done, we can't change this. I'm sorry neither of you had a say in this but it was the best thing to do! You won't go through it alone, you have everyone here for you both. Barnes, Kyle, Blair, the entire base!"

I then remembered what Kate had said about Blair, "Blair, is she okay? You said she fainted an—"

"She's fine, just a little overwhelmed, I would be too if I hadn't done the surgery. Even now it's still eerie…"

"I want to see her," I said bluntly.

"Of course," Kate nodded, "She's right next door asleep."

"She hasn't waked up yet?" I panicked, what if she had a concussion or worse…

"No, no, she did, right after it happened. But I told her she needed rest, she told me she was fine, but I knew she wasn't. I told her to go lye down next door on the couch. Been asleep since. I can go wake her up if you want—"

"No, I'll do it—" I said attempting to sit up and get off the bed.

"Oh—h no you don't," Kate said stopping me.

"She wouldn't let me either," John smirked.

"Sorry Kate," I said continuing to get up, "but I think I know when I can and can't stand u—" the minute I stood up, my legs gave out.

"Tried to warn you," Kate rolled her eyes coming around the bed.

"What the hell?" I said.

"You aren't used to John's body yet. You legs probably won't be completely stable for at least another two weeks."

"So how am supposed to walk?"

"You won't," she said going to the other side of the room and getting something.

"What do I mean I won't? Even I know that 'John Conner' wouldn't stay in bed for two weeks!" I said. This was gonna be weird, 'being' someone else.

"You'll use this," she said bringing over a wheelchair.

"A wheelchair… seriously?" she nodded, "Grea—t," I said sarcastically.

"Do you want out of this room or not?"

"Bring it over," I said sitting down on the bed's side.

Kate helped me get into the wheel chair; it was weird, not walking an all. Luckily it would only be for a few weeks. The upside to all this was that I could go to Blair, I knew things would be different know, I wanted to make sure she knew that it was still me. That even though I 'looked and talked' like John Conner, I was still Marcus Wright.