(A/N): HEY THAR, and Merry Day-After-Christmas! Woo-hoo! *ignites fireworks and dances*. If you don't celebrate Christmas, I hope your holiday experiences went good :D Okay, so, yeah, I had planned to post a one-shot for Christmas about Lord of the Flies, and I am still going to for Most Random One-Shots, so expect that VERY soon :D (since I procrastinated and didn't get it finished...). I am really sorry I haven't posted anything in like, five whole days. I feel like such a disgrace to you guys ;-(, but know that I am fully ready to tackle these stories again so, yeah :) hahaha. So, please read and review, and I will have the next chapter up sometime tomorrow-ish in the afternoon probably :D

(P.S - This is for the people that read the One-Shots. If you don't, you can go ahead and read the story. The last one-shot I posted is something I am going to remove from the one-shots, basically because of the fact that I wouldn't be able to put it into ONLY two parts, so if you read those, just a head's up (I will also be reminding when I post the new 12th one-shot, so no worries or anything :-D)

Okay, now that I have taken your attention...enjoy :) (And thanks for the all the supports, really appreciate it :D )

Ralph walked into a part of the jungle, carrying wood to help with the fire, when he noticed a blonde boy sitting on the ground and sharpening a spear. He remembered that Jack said something about hunting that day, considering that he really wanted Roger to join their group, and while Ralph knew he was a bit reluctant to let the other boy join, he hoped that his assistance could help trigger the reversal of the spell, or whatever it was. All that the redhead knew that was he did not want to be in this particular body any longer, and the faster he got out of it and back into his gorgeous body, the better.

Jack glanced at the boy and smirked, his blonde hair covering his sweaty head. It wasn't too early in the morning, but just early enough for the sun to be showing itself through the trees. Honestly, the weather didn't even feel too bad, so it was rather beautiful.

"Can't wait for the hunt today. It will be glorious, especially when Roger sees that just because I am in your sorry excuse for a body doesn't mean that I am...well, you." The boy laughed as Ralph shot back a glare and rolled his eyes. Even after they changed, the other boy still managed to show his childishness.

"Just know that we really have to figure out a way to reverse this. Hunting and showing off all day won't really solve anything unless Roger actually has skills that can help with this situation. And what is so wrong about my body anyway?"

Jack laughed to himself before looking back at the redhead with darkened blue eyes full of humor.

"Let's just say that this body isn't really my type...besides, you are quite short, so it's a bother, honestly."

Ralph's eyes widened and he dropped the wood he was carrying in anger.

"Excuse me?!"

"Also, it's annoying that I can't really run as fast as I used to. Maybe your agility could use some work...," Jack smirked as the other boy furrowed his eyebrows even more so and crossed his arms.

"Oh? Do you really think that it's better for me? At least I have proper hygiene, and I don't smell like pig all the time." Both of the boys sent each other deadly glares, and Jack gritted his teeth stubbornly.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't realize that I would hurting your feelings so much." Ralph pushed his cheeks together and made a baby face, taunting the hunter with his mocking. "Poor Jackie just couldn't the truth, could he?"

Jack stood up quickly and walked over to the other boy, pointing a threatening finger in his direction. His blonde hair was sticking to his forehead, due to the heat, and his blue orbs made the other boy intimidated slightly. Ralph never realized this was what he looked like when he was angry, and only knowing that it was Jack behind the face made the boy even more frightened.

"It appears to me that you're asking for a fight. If that's what you want, I will be more than willing to give it to you."

Ralph gulped before turning slightly and walking away and ignoring the blonde. It was useless to be fighting in the condition they were in, and the last thing that he needed was conflict. Jack smirked, triumphant at the boy's less than prideful way of giving up. It wasn't that Ralph didn't think he couldn't beat the other boy, since he was obviously taller now, but it was the mere fact that any distractions could bring more harm than good.

Jack scoffed and turned back to sharpening his spear, which in Ralph's eyes actually looked pretty impressive. Jack was the best of the hunters, anyway, so this wasn't really much of a surprise. There were vines covering the bark part of spear to give it that decorative glow, and the stone head part actually made it look really intimidating. Ralph could only shudder as the thought of a pig being repeatedly stabbed with it came into his mind.

"When are you supposed to go hunting, anyway?"

Ralph picked up the wood he had dropped before and watched as Jack simply shrugged. The afternoon was slowly and slowly coming upon them, and Ralph turned his head to find Piggy and Simon actually come through the opening through the bushes and nearby trees to where they were. Piggy straightened his glasses while Simon leaned against a tree and smiled widely towards the other two boys.

"Simon and I...we were looking for you guys for the longest time..where have you been?" Piggy questioned, and Jack glanced back with a glare.

"Shut up, fatty. Where we were doesn't concern you, or Simon." Piggy and Ralph both glared at the other boy before Ralph turned back towards his friend and smiled slightly.

"We were just talking and discussing things, like the reversal of the switch. I don't suppose you...?" Ralph watched as Piggy shook his head.

"I don't have the faintest clue to what could have triggered it. It seems completely mysterious to me." Jack laughed at the boy's response before picking up his spear and examining its final touches.

"Ha, and you thought Roger would be useless?! Piggy doesn't even know how it happened, so how can you even say that Roger wouldn't know what to do if the fatty can't even think of anything?" Piggy gave a look towards the blonde that dared for a challenge, and Ralph watched as Simon leaned off the tree and walked over to where the other boys were. His eyes held a suggestion, and Ralph gestured for the young boy to speak.

"I was wondering...Ralph, what exactly were you doing, um, before the switch?"

Ralph's eyes looked deep in thought as the he walked around the small perimeter, trying to capture even the slightest memory of what happened the night before he realized he was switched. The other three boys looked as Ralph finally stopped with a light appearing in his eyes, and he smiled at the idea of knowing what might have happened.

"The beach! I was on the beach the night before, because I couldn't sleep...then, I remembered that there was a full moon outside." Jack looked interested in what the other boy had to say, so he stood up from where he was sitting and placed his hands on his hips, his eyes trying to search the other boy's to find some sort of answer. Piggy and Simon exchanged looks of some type of clue, and the fat boy took his glasses off once again to clean them, to be occupied with something. The boy knew that his helped him think.

"Alright, so there was a full moon that night, and then...what?"

Ralph, after that, looked completely blank of memory. Piggy sighed as the sound of pigs shrieking in the further parts of the woods brought out Jack's attention, and the blonde's eyes widened in remembering the hunt.

"I should probably go, now. Roger and them will be expecting me."

"What?" Piggy glanced at Jack with a look of confusion, his brown eyes beneath the glasses he put back on deepening in color. "You can't just leave now! What about trying to find the cure?!"

Jack only smirked before shrugging, grabbing his spear, and running out of the part of the woods, leaving the other three boys in absolute bafflement.

Roger inspected his hunters very carefully, making sure that their facepaint didn't leave much to the identification of the boys and making sure that they were well equipped. The black-haired boy knew that if they were going to hunt, with or without Jack, they would have to be prepared before confronting a pig...or a beast, even.

Robert glanced at the other boys beside him, and he found his eyes catching the face of Maurice, who was standing beside him, completely concentrated and ready to hunt. He neared him a little bit before coming close to Maurice's ear, so Roger couldn't hear him.

"Do you suppose that Ral-, er, Jack will be showing up?" Maurice only turned slightly to give his friend a response, which was only an uncaring shrug, and Roger neared him, gritting his teeth.

"Would you care to repeat yourself, Robert? Say it loud enough for the entire tribe to hear."

A deafening silence overcame the hunter as the other boys glanced at the now nervous boy. Roger held his spear up threateningly at Robert's collarbone, and the younger boy could only shudder as the spear slowly started to rise up on the boy's skin to where his face was. Roger was obviously not in the mood to be playing games.

"Robert."

"I..I just asked if Maurice thought Jack was going to be actually coming or not."

Roger's eyes slowly averted from the scared boy's face to where his friend, only slightly taller than he was, looked normal as he did before. Roger was always mad that it never seemed he could intimidate Maurice as much as the other boys.

"...and, Maurice? Do you think he's coming?" The attention was now on Maurice as the taller boy simply looked at his friend in the eye and grinned characteristically.

"I think it's a good possibility that he would. Jack would never skip out on a good hunt...would he?"

Before anybody would say anything, a rustling noise came from the bushes around where they were, and a golden figure came though from the bushes.

"Speak of the devil," Roger hissed as the blonde boy neared them, facepaint ready to go and spear in his hands.

Roger did notice that there a specific way Jack did his facepaint, and that fact that it looked exactly the way Jack usually did it on Ralph's face looked pretty convincing, but Roger simply shrugged it off and counted the boys again, to make sure they had the right amount.

Afterwards, the boys were off with high spirits and a thirst for adventure.

"...you don't suppose that it was simply the fact there was a full moon that did this, do you?"

The three boys were on the mountain top, watching over the small, yet strong fire and admiring the fumes of smoke that went higher and higher into the air. Piggy glanced at Simon with a confused look, with the smoke starting to seriously fog up his glasses.

"Simon, why would ask that? If that were the case, then Ralph would have transformed into Jack a long time ago."

"I know, but it was just a suggestion. If Ralph can't figure out why it happened, there wouldn't be any other reason...r-right?" Simon took his light green eyes and moved his vision over to where the beautiful blue water was, Ralph could only sigh as he ran a hand through his wild, slightly curly red hair. Piggy was still not convinced.

"We have to rational with this. The only explanation is...well, gosh, there really is no explanation, is there? Maybe we're just dreaming and everything will go away."

"Piggy...it's been three days since the switch happened. I really don't think we're...-"

"Ralph, shut up, I am trying to concentrate!" The fat boy walked around the fire with a desperate look on his face. He really wanted to save his friend from...whatever it was, but he honestly wasn't sure how. Perhaps it was witchcraft, but there were no witches in sight. Maybe a different form of wizardry...but wait, do witches and wizards even exist? This was completely going out of realism, the fat boy knew, he couldn't even clearly comprehend the situation without not taking it seriously.

Simon looked sympathetically at his friend and brushed the redhead's arm compassionately, watching as a slight smile from Ralph was the response. The two boys simply sighed and put their attention back on the fire, while Ralph still tried to think of what exactly happened that night.

Jack did not really understand why he wasn't in the front of the group of hunters as he usually was. Sure, they still didn't trust that he was who he said he was, and that Roger was second-in-command anyway, but that still made the blonde upset to know he wasn't first in line. The file of hunters ranged from whoever was in second-in-command, Jack only because Ralph was one of the oldest and it was only natural, Maurice, Robert, Bill, the twins, and the rest of the tribe, which were mainly littluns'.

They had been searching for a good pig for what seemed like forever, and once they heard a loud squeal come from the eastern side of the jungle, Roger jumped like a hare into a bush to hide. Jack watched as the other boys did as Roger did, finding bushes and hiding within them, and Jack only sighed before hiding within Roger's bush.

Roger hissed at knowing someone, especially the person he didn't want to hunt with, was in his same bush, and he glanced at Maurice who wasn't that far away and gestured for a sign to move closer to the pig. Maurice nodded and ran to a bush farther in the sight of battle, closer to where the pig cried, and he almost gasped at what he saw.

The pig itself was perhaps one of the biggest, most ugliest pigs Maurice had ever seen. Right off the bat, he could tell it was a boar, and its long tusks were deadly and intimidating. It also didn't really appear to be in the best mood, with flies annoying it and with a large leaf stuck on one of its tusks. Maurice almost thought it humorous how the pig was trying to grab the leaf with its tongue, and miserably failing as it attempted to, but he remembered that it wouldn't be funny for the pig for very long. He glanced back towards Roger and Jack and crawled to where Roger was.

"Well?" Roger's voice cut through the younger boy, as though a knife was simply cutting through cheese, and Maurice gulped with fear at remembering the pig.

"It was...it was a boar, very big. Bigger than the others we have seen on the island."

Roger nodded, glancing over the bush and noticing the pig, since it was actually getting closer and closer to where they were. The bush where Maurice had recently came from was now being devoured by the pig itself, and Roger looked back at the two boys thoughtfully. His darkened eyes often confused Jack, and right now, this was a prime example.

"We're going to have to gang up on it from all sides. Maurice, go tell the other hunters to make a circle around the pig. Understood?"

The brown-haired boy simply nodded obediently before scampering towards the littler boys, telling them what to do. In mere seconds, the other boys silently went around the pig, being silent to not alarm the boar, around the bushes that were guarding them. Roger scowled at Jack while grasping his own spear.

"Perhaps it's time now to prove yourself, right?"

Jack wanted to spit in Roger's direction, but thought better of it, since he knew he could outhunt this bafoon anytime he wanted. Right now, however, meant business, and Jack was more than prepared. He too grabbed his own spear and watched nervously as the pig just continued to eat, its own gluttony getting the best of him, before slowly crouching to get a better look at it. Jack knew he could strike it in the stomach, since that was the place he was always accustomed to striking first, but the pig looked awfully big, and who those huge tusks? One wrong move could possibly end him.

His dark blue eyes blinked quickly before Roger gave the other boys a gesture of when to go. They stayed, quietly silent as the hog actually decided to lay down and rest for awhile after eating, and before too long, Roger placed the signal and watched as the boys charged off to kill the pig.

Jack, wanting to prove himself more than anything, was not hesitant to be the first to approach the pig. The boar was laying on its side, and with a clean and sleek movement, Jack pierced his sharpened spear through the rubbery fat of the pig, and its eyes opened wide as the blade stuck in. Howling and screaming, the pig quickly tried to move from the blade, but Maurice, Roger, and all the rest of the boys joined in, with enjoying stabbing their spears through the softened flesh of the legs and the back.

Blood poured all over the ground, and before too long, the pig looked as though dead. The boys watched their newly dead pig close its eyes, before leaping with joy at the accomplishment of their kill. Roger and Maurice glanced towards Jack with smiles on their faces.

"Well...so it really is you, Jack. Ralph would never hunt like you did."

Jack smirked and nodded in approval, but Maurice noticed the pig and gasped as it opened both of its eyes again and rammed itself onto Jack, who was closest. Jack fell down, and the overwhelming shock of it made the hunters baffled. The pig wobbled over Jack, breathing heavily and shrieking while attempting to stomp the blonde with its hooves. Jack noticed that his spear was actually on the ground, and there was nothing to defend him, so he quickly grabbed the tusks and tried with all of his strength to pull the heavy boar over, even though it was practically useless. Roger and Maurice now snapped out of it and used their spears to stab the pig once again, but for some reason, the pig was persistent, so Jack pulled and pulled at the tusks until he managed to escape the strength of the boar. The littluns' screamed and ran back for the bushes, while Roger and Maurice exchanged looks of peril before finally coming to Jack's aid. The pig ran, although not that successfully, towards Jack with foam coming from its mouth, and finally, Roger struck the final blow. The pig, now dead, fell over for the final time before permanently staying on the ground.

Roger and Maurice ran over to where Jack was, and they noticed the blonde was grabbing his leg with a painful look on his face. An extreme amount of blood was coming from the boy's leg, and Roger's eyes widened.

"Quick! Somebody, get me some water! Now!"

The blonde couldn't hear very well, and everything was starting to get dizzy. Was he becoming unconscious?

The very last thing he noticed, before darkness overcame him, was the look of defeat on the boar's face, and Jack could only smirk casually before blacking out.

The fire had gotten to a healthy glow before the three boys on the mountaintop decided to leave it alone. Piggy and Simon tried to get clues out from Ralph as to how the switch was even possible, but Ralph honestly did not have an idea as to how this could have happened. All the redhead could do was wait for his mind to catch up with him.

The three boys trekked down from the mountain into the jungle, before Ralph's eyes widened and he fell to his knees in instant pain. Piggy and Simon exchanged looks of shock before kneeling alongside Ralph.

"Ralph? You alright?"

The redhead shook his head terribly, crying out while grasping his right leg and trying to breathe deeply. Piggy told Simon to get some water while trying to have Ralph lie down to sooth the pain. The icy blue eyes opened, and Ralph squinted as the pain could only get worse and worse.

"Piggy...? What's happening to me?" Piggy could only shake his head in bewilderment as the other boy ran back with a coconut filled with water, and Piggy glanced at the perfectly healthy-looking leg with curiosity.

"I don't understand...your leg, does it feel hurt on the inside?"

"No...it feels...," Ralph took a quick sip of the water before breathing in heavily, "...it feels like it was cut open by something...is there blood?"

"No."

Piggy watched as Ralph closed his eyes and resumed moaning in pain. Simon looked around the ground, his eyes not wanting to take in Ralph being in pain, before an idea came to his mind.

"Maybe...maybe the pain he's feeling isn't his own. Perhaps it's..."

Piggy glanced back at the younger boy, sinking in the meaning behind the words.

"You don't mean...?"

Simon nodded silently as Piggy averted his eyes back to Ralph. Rationality completely took over the fat boy, however.

" How is that...that's impossible!"

"...Jack is in Ralph's body, so...-"

"So, what you're telling us is, that whenever Jack gets hurt, like he must have doing hunting or whatever, that Ralph becomes hurt, also? The bloody hell is going on here?!"

Ralph watched his worrying friend and, even though in pain, smiled lightly.

"This doesn't make any sense whatsoever...but if it's true, then that means Jack got hurt and we have to help him, in order for my leg to feel better, right...?"

Simon nodded once again and Piggy sighed before running his hand through his brown hair. The confusion of it all almost made it hard to bear, and the fat boy simply helped Ralph get to his feet and gestured for Simon to get up as well. They started to walk, even though it was slowly, through the jungle as Piggy could only glance up at the no w approaching evening sky with doubt.

"This whole thing with finding the cure is going to be a lot harder than we expected."