AN: Here goes! I've got this story mapped out, so updates should be fairly regular! I was gone this weekend to a cheerleading competition, so my apologies on how long it took to update. Let me know what you think, and thanks to those who have reviewed already, you make me want to keep writing!
"I can't remember anything" Stefan said, shaking his head and looking in the mirror. It was the most bizarre thing he'd ever seen, looking at Damon's reflection in the mirror. After they'd gotten over the fact that they'd switched bodies, they'd spent the last couple of hours trying to remember what had happened. So far, there wasn't much coming to mind. They both knew that they'd gone to a witches' coven and gotten into some trouble, but they weren't sure exactly what had happened after they showed up. It wasn't possible, but it felt like someone had erased their memories.
"Me neither. We should find Judgey, I'm sure she'll have plenty to say." Damon said. "By the way, your hairstyle sucks."
"You're going to change it, I imagine?" Stefan said, watching his body lean over the countertop towards the other mirror.
"Now where would the fun be in that?" He turned away from the mirror. "If everyone figured out what had happened, there'd be no fun in pretending to be you and making your life miserable."
"So now we're back to that" Stefan crossed his new arms.
"No.." Damon walked to his dresser, pulling out a shirt. "It's a whole new round of it. It would be depressing if I didn't take this opportunity to harass you." He shook his head as he realized that the shirt didn't fit, and tossed it aside.
"I assume you mean "Take this opportunity to get to Elena"" Damon's lack of an answer confirmed his suspicions. "She'll know the difference, Damon."
"Are you so sure, Stefan?"
"Of course, because she loves me." Damon watched as his own face rebuked him. It was seriously unnerving.
"Can you stop lecturing me? It looks like my reflection is yelling at me." Stefan shook his head. They needed to get switched back as fast as possible, before Damon could cause any trouble.
"Can we go find Bonnie now? I'm sure she'll be able to tell us something" Stefan pleaded.
"Fine." He said "But I'm still driving."
"Bonnie, we really need your help. No, I really need your help" Stefan said. Bonnie didn't seem too impressed that Damon was the one talking.
"You really switched bodies?" She tilted her head.
"Do you honestly think I'd ask you for anything unless I had to? Stefan is great, but I'd like to go back to not looking like a Twilight knockoff" Damon said, pulling Stefan's brows into a variation of his usual sarcastic expressions.
"Fine." She said, stepping out onto the porch.
"Seriously? You still won't let us in?" Damon asked, tilting Stefan's head.
Stefan smiled. "Actually Damon, it's just you. She's let me in before." He could see that it annoyed Damon, and he didn't care.
"Bonnie, please. He's just going to get worse."
"Give me a day or so, I need to look through the Grimoire and talk to some people. When I find something, I'll let you know." She said. "How did this happen, anyways?"
"We hunted down the coven that had been draining your power, and we woke up like this." Stefan said. "Neither of us can remember a thing about yesterday; all we know is that we have headaches, and we got to the coven."
Bonnie thought for a moment. "You guys did it just for me?" She asked.
"Elena came to us worried about you. She said that Jeremy had seen you go nearly comatose while eating lunch, and it scared him. He told us everything." Bonnie cursed under her breath; she'd have to kick Jeremy extra hard for that one.
"I'll call if I find anything, okay? For now, just stay indoors."
Bonnie ducked back inside and closed the door, and Damon heard her run up to the second floor and rummage for something. He guessed it was the Grimoire.
"I'm heading back home. I can't stand this headache."
"What headache?" Stefan asked, looking at Damon. Stefan hadn't gotten a headache from the transformation.
"I've had one all day, it's painfully annoying." Damon said, running a hand through Stefan's hair.
"Oh" Stefan said "It's the blood."
"What?"
"I'm assuming you had human blood this morning?" Stefan said
"Yeah, what's your point?" Damon asked, rubbing his temples.
"If you drink human blood in my body, it'll give you a headache unless you drink more." He said. "Symptom of withdrawl, I guess."
"Have I told you lately how much your life sucks?"
Elena was in a panic as she sat in 2nd period Biology. Stefan and Damon had disappeared after last night, and she hadn't heard from either one. They were supposed to be back that night, but neither had showed up. She'd waited around the boarding house until it was time for classes, and she'd taken off. It may have been pivotal to stay and wait, but she'd missed enough classes to be on academic probation. Dealing with the underworld and staying on top of your grades was something she didn't think even Einstein could do. Class ended and she pulled her phone out, Dialling Stefan for what had to be the 40th time.
The customer you are calling is current—
Elena hung up. She'd heard that message so many times that it was almost embedded in her head.
"Come on, Stefan." She said under her breath. She looked at her phone again and dialled Damon, hoping that maybe he'd pick up. Even if he did, though, she knew he'd likely not give her a straight answer. The phone rang with no answer. She shut it and sighed. She hated not knowing what was going on. Come to think of it, she hadn't seen Bonnie either.
Jeremy and Bonnie had been spending a lot of time together, and when Jeremy had come to Elena with the news about Bonnie having her energy stolen by a coven of witches, she'd jumped to help. She'd begged Stefan to let her go with them, but he wouldn't hear of it at all. Damon was more than willing to let her go, but as long as she stayed in the car. Something both of them had concluded was impossible for her to do. She kicked herself.
"Elena!" She heard Caroline call.
"Caroline?"
"Where's Stefan? We were supposed to go hunting this morning, but he didn't show. I'm guessing he was at your place?" She asked, as bubbly as ever.
"I'm not sure" Elena said "I haven't heard from either of them."
"What?" Caroline said, confused.
"Yeah, I know. They were supposed to be back hours ago, and I can't help but feel like something's wrong"
"Why don't you go home at lunch? I can take care of your teachers..." Caroline had gotten used to compelling Elena's teachers. In fact, it was probably the only way that she was still listed as attending.
"I hate asking you to do that, Caroline" Elena said.
"Listen, I'm worried too! Stefan is my friend, and if anything's wrong with him I want to know. I have cheer practice and a student council meeting to be at, so I can't come with you, but I'll make sure that everyone thinks you were here!"
"Caro, you're a lifesaver."
"Just remember, you promised to help set up the auditorium for the sports award ceremony!"
"How could I forget!" Elena said, rolling her eyes.
"Hey, it may not be a big deal to you, but I am Student Council President, and dead or alive, those decorations are going up." She smiled. "Got to go, though! I'll see you later, k?"
"Okay!" Elena said, trying to remember what time she was supposed to come back.
"At six" Caroline said. She always seemed to know when Elena wasn't committed to school spirit.
"Thanks Caroline, See you!" She darted out the side doors, making a break for her car. She had every intention of being there when Stefan and Damon got back, and they were getting an earful from her.
Damon sat in the library, watching Stefan's angry looks as he drank from a bag of blood. Stefan may have been on the puppy diet, but he had no intention of chasing squirrels.
"Stop frowning; you're gonna give me wrinkles" He said, taking the straw out of his mouth.
Stefan sighed. This was already annoying him far too much. "You're just going to make it harder for me when we switch back."
"I know." He said "That's my intention; you should know this by now."
They both stopped talking as they heard a car pull up to the house. It must have been Elena. Damon stood, walking over to Stefan with an empty glass in his hand. He poured the blood from the bag into it, handing it to him. "You'll want this. My body doesn't do well on the puppy diet". Stefan took the glass and set it on his knee, looking at it like it was about to bite him. The door opened.
"Stefan? Damon?" Elena's voice called.
"Elena!" Damon said, rushing to her in a characteristically Stefan fashion. Elena didn't notice the difference, and she jumped into his arms.
"I was so worried about you, what happened?" She asked, looking up at him.
"Neither of us can remember; we woke up here not long after nine" Damon said, avoiding all sarcasm and mixing in a little of Stefan's "I'm sorry" tone. This would be much easier than he thought.
"Elena! Don't go to him, I'm Stefan!" Stefan said, walking up to her in Damon's body, the glass still absentmindedly in his hand.
"Right, Damon. And I'm Katherine." Damon bit back a not funny, and looked down at her.
"Don't mind him, he's been ranting all day. Damon stuff, you know" Stefan said, hugging her close and glaring at Stefan.
Stefan tried again. "Elena, Damon and I switched bodies; it has something to do with the witches' coven" he walked towards her, trying to smile his usual Stefan smile without getting angry at the situation. Elena momentarily broke away from Damon, unsure and looking at them both. Damon turned to Stefan, faking his brother's facial expressions as well as he could.
"Damon, seriously? Can Elena and I talk in peace? Stop making things up and go harass someone else, okay?" he said, a little bit of a pleading tone in his voice. "Take the blood with you when you go; I don't want to smell it."
Elena looked at the glass in Damon's hand, and she huffed. "I know you're not Stefan, because Stefan only drinks my blood". With that she turned back to Damon, hugging him and stretching up to plant a kiss on his – Stefan's – lips. Damon had to hold back a flinch at her comment about Stefan's drinking of her blood, but the kiss was definitely worth it.
"Elena, wait!" Stefan said
"Enough, Damon." She said, rolling her eyes. "Stefan, let's talk".
Stefan watched Damon smirk as Elena dragged him upstairs, not looking back. He looked at the blood in his hand, cursing under his breath and dumping it in the trash, glass and all. She'd notice, he was sure of it. The question was how soon.