Okay, Firstly: Did anyone want to have a guess at what might be about to happen? I'm really interested in your thoughts so far!

Secondly, I would like to state that under no circumstances do I mean to insult anyone when they talk about the 'nuthouse'. I just wanted to bring across the boys shocked feelings as they realise the situation they are in.

Also, it might get slightly confusing from here on in (you'll soon know what I mean) but I've tried to simplify it as much as possible, by using single 'apostrophes' when the character's are referring to their physical bodies. If that doesn't make sense, (hopefully it doesn't, as I didn't want to give anything away; but felt I should warn you) then it soon will!

Hope you enjoy, and please leave a review afterwards.

Disclaimer: See Chapter 1, but to state once more; I don't own the Thunderbirds.

The Treatment - Chapter 2

Scott ruffled around under his bed sheets, taking his time to wake up. Unlike some people - namely his brothers - he had an internal clock that allowed him to wake up at the same time every day, no matter how late he went to bed. While his brother John was a typical space cadet – seemingly awake at any time of the day or night – Scott and Gordon were both early risers, due to their time spent in different military establishments. Virgil and Alan however – well, a bomb could be put under their beds and Scott still doubted that they would wake up in time to move.

Well - time for a run, Scott thought, opening his eyes and sitting up, causing his back to flare suddenly in pain.

'OW!' Scott yelped quietly, but froze in total shock. Not only did his voice sound high-pitched - which was unusual for him in the mornings - he looked around at his surroundings and realised – he wasn't in his room.

In fact, he was in Gordon's room! Why on earth was he in GORDON'S room? Scott tried to think... did he get drunk last night? He didn't feel groggy... but then, he always had been able to recover quickly from his liquor. Was he sick?

Yes, Scott thought. That must be it; and this is just a hallucinated dream I'm having.

Nevertheless, he swung his legs over the edge to stand up and realised – these weren't his legs... His legs weren't slightly shorter; or covered in freckles for that matter... what on earth was going on?

The morning alarm next to the bed suddenly lit up and started blaring loudly – it gave Scott a sudden scare before he struggled to turn the thing off until finally, the room was in silence once more.

Scott's brain was having trouble comprehending, but he stood up quickly – again feeling the slight burn from his back in pain, and had to take a second to find his balance to compensate for his unnatural equilibrium.

He didn't understand; what was wrong with him? Why was he in pain? Why was he waking up in Gordon's room? Scott was feeling understandably stressed, and quickly stalked over towards the door, before catching a glance of himself in the full-length mirror.

Scott's eyes bugged out and he did the most ludicrous double-take he'd ever seen, as he suddenly lunged out frantically towards the mirror, tripping over a shoe that had been left carelessly on the floor by its owner.

Scott grabbed at his reflection, desperate to see clearer, but even with his nose two centimetres from the mirror, it still didn't make sense. How is this possible?

For there, reflected back at him, looking at him in shock; was Gordon.

Scott blanched.

"Wha-?" he yelped, before clutching suddenly at his throat. That wasn't his voice that had come out of his mouth. It was Gordon's! And why was Gordon suddenly also clutching desperately at his throat in the mirror? Was this some elaborate prank of his? But then, how did he get in the mirror?

Scott did a sudden swift movement in the mirror, and was surprised to see Gordon reflect it back to him, in perfect synchronicity. Scott scrubbed at his face in disbelief, trying to clear his eyes before looking desperately into the mirror again.

But no matter where he turned, all he saw... were Gordon's green eyes; Gordon's red hair; Gordon's ears, Gordon's nose, Gordon's arms, Gordon's legs, Gordon's torso... He was IN Gordon's body!

Scott did the only thing that came naturally... He screamed.

Unfortunately, it was not a scream that was loud enough to wake himself up from this nightmare.

Nor was it enough to bring anyone else stampeding in here; but then, Gordon's rooms were placed a ways away from everyone else's. This was because, when Gordon had first injured his back, it was easier for him to be situated in the closest available room to the pool; that way, he was able to walk out to the pool himself, where he could practice his exercises in peace without bothering anyone to assist him.

Scott wondered where the real Gordon was – Had Scott taken over his brain? Was Gordon still in here? – before realising the only real, possible solution... Gordon had to be where Scott's body had last been seen; in his room, in his bed.

Scott left the room, forgoing the slippers, but at least he was sensible enough to grab Gordon's robe from behind the door as he left. He pulled it about himself – feeling awkward about it too – before racing down the hallways towards his own room.

He nearly froze as he saw his father heading past him; was his dad someone else too?

"Good morning, son," his father spoke blearily; he hadn't yet had his first cup of coffee.

"Morning... ah, Father," Scott spoke. It didn't seem as though his dad was anyone else. He couldn't help but wonder though; did he look like Gordon to his father too? Surely his dad would know who he really was!

But Jeff passed by him nonchalantly, intent on making his way to the kitchen for his wake-up brew.

And in any case, Scott had more to worry about on his hands right now. Like finding out what Gordon had done. Turning away, he took off once again.

He came to a sudden stop at the door – nearly afraid of going in... but he wasn't the Field Commander for nothing. He grasped the handle firmly and peered inside into the darkness, seeing an unusual, yet eerily familiar figure asleep on his bed.

Scott stalked quietly into his room, almost afraid to wake the thing – his body – up; but at a loss for what else to do, he finally reached out and shoved his own shoulder.

"Gordon? Are you in there?" he asked softly, in Gordon's vocal tenor.

Man, this is such a weird dream, Scott thought, and sincerely hoped that that was all this was; just a REALLY weird dream.

But nothing could compare to the feeling he had when his body on the bed suddenly moved slightly, and Scott called out to it again, this time more confident.

"Gordon? Come on, dude, wake up-"

And then Scott realised that nothing could compare to THIS feeling, as his own body suddenly glanced up at him, eyes narrowing sharply at the sight of what he thought was Gordon standing above him.

They both looked at each other in shock, before 'Scott' on the bed suddenly let rip with a loud, fearful shout.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Gordon, given his - usually proud - ability to see the light side of things, honestly felt stricken with fear when he was first shoved roughly awake to see his own body standing above him. Later, he would ashamedly admit to himself that he had at first thought it was an alien come to steal him and take his place. But although he dismissed that thought quickly, the terror still came over him and he yelled out aloud.

"Gordon, SHUT IT!" Scott hissed sharply, and felt strange reaching out to put 'Gordon's' hand over his own mouth to muffle the terrified sound coming from his own vocal chords. He looked over his body in slight shock. He hadn't realised his voice could actually reach that high a pitch!

"What – WHO ARE YOU!" 'Scott' on the bed roared. "What are you doing in MY body?"

"Gordon, be quiet! It's me, Scott! And – Stop it, I said! – I could ask you the same thing!" Scott griped, before grabbing for the bedside mirror and holding it up to Gordon's line of sight.

Gordon stopped struggling as he took one look in the mirror, before reaching for it desperately to hold and bring it closer to his face. He squinted as he tried to see clearer in the poor, early morning light. "Scott? Wha -?" He froze and fell quiet, seemingly in shock. Scott didn't believe his act though for a second.

"So tell me; what did you do? Is this for real?" Scott hissed angrily at Gordon on the bed.

When Scott didn't get an answer though, he leaned in and shook Gordon's shoulders roughly. "Gordon, what did you do?"

Gordon was still peering at his reflection in the mirror, trying to come to terms with what he was seeing. Upon being shaken alert, he unknowingly repeated Scott's words in a shaky whisper, "Is this for real?"

"It bloody better not be! Now, whatever prank you're pulling Gordon, I want you to undo it, right now!" Scott was furious; Gordon saw his own face was bright red in anger.

Gordon looked a little unnerved. "Wh-what do you mean, Scott?"

Scott slammed his fist down on the cupboard in disgust. "What do you think I mean? Whatever you did, I want you to undo this right now!" he seethed. "Swap us back!"

"I didn't do this!" Gordon was stunned. "I didn't have anything to do with this!"

"Yeah, right," he saw his body sneer at him. "This sort of thing has your name written all over it! Whenever there's trouble, it's because of you. Whenever there's a prank, everybody always looks at you."

Gordon scoffed, and tried to stand up; nearly losing his balance as well. It felt odd, he thought, suddenly being able to stand up taller than his brother. It felt... unnatural.

Gordon spoke low as his temper rose. "The only thing I'm guilty of right now Scott, is of waking up in this nightmare! For all I know, it could've been you who did this!"

The two froze as they heard a knock at the open door. They both looked over angrily to see the youngest, Alan, peer at them through half-open eyes.

"Everything okay in here?" he asked dutifully, though he still looked half-asleep with his hair stuck out at all angles. "I thought I heard a scream..."

He peered in to see 'Gordon' standing closest to the door, and 'Scott' towering over him threateningly, having clearly just been woken up. They both were staring at Alan in slight shock. Alan turned to 'Gordon.'

"What's going on, Gordy? Why're you in Scott's room?"

'Gordon's' face flushed red, and he was stammering as he thought of a reply. "Er... well Al, I, er..." he stumbled out.

"He pranked me," 'Scott' said irritably.

"Really?" Alan looked slightly amused. "At this time of day? Gordo, I'm impressed. Have you two made up then?"

"Er, what? Ah, yeah... Sure. We made up." As he spoke, Scott gave Gordon a disbelieving look. Why on earth would Gordon say I pranked him, even if we had only just made up? He shook his head slightly in puzzlement – it didn't make any sense. But then, this was talking about Gordon and Alan here... and who knows what their thought processes consisted of...

Alan looked pleased. "That's good – it was getting tiring, hearing all of the arguments honestly..." He turned and walked away, leaving them to it.

Gordon sat down heavily; ruffled the hair on his head sleepily and looked pleased with himself. It wasn't often that he had to think fast this early in the morning, but he was happy that they had managed to keep this from Alan. All of this was just a little too disbelieving, he reasoned; they'd both be sent to the nuthouse if they started carrying on about being in each other's bodies.

The two men slowly exhaled, feeling relieved that their small crisis had been hidden from their brother. If both Jeff and Alan were no different, it seemed clear now that everyone else was probably their usual selves. Why had this happened to just them?

Facing each other once more, their faces became composed, as they understood the seriousness of their situation.

Gordon was blunt. "So what are we going to do?"

Scott looked over at 'himself' critically. He didn't know how to read his own expressions very well, but if he didn't know any better, he would think that Gordon honestly looked confused.

"So you're really saying that you didn't have anything to do with this?" Scott asked, despairingly.

"Are you insane?" Gordon growled in Scott's low bass. "Why would I want to be you?"

"I don't know – but I sure as hell don't want to be you, either!" Scott's anger flared up once more and he began to pace heatedly, before turning to face Gordon – or more correctly, himself – again from across the room. "Seriously, how else can you explain this?" Scott asked.

"You're asking me? YOU'RE the one that woke me up, standing above me like some axe murderer in a terrifying horror story – and you want ME to come up with an explanation?"

"Okay, fine! It wasn't you! Jeez, one would think that you'd be jumping to take the credit for this one..."

"Well, you're wrong, Scott... I don't want anything right now but me back." Gordon felt deflated as he lost his steam, only to be replaced by worry. They sat in silence for a minute.

"Is today Friday?" he asked Scott suddenly.

Scott looked at him strangely. "Wow, that thought came from left field, didn't it?" Scott let out sarcastically. "No, Gords – it's Tuesday."

"Oh," Gordon spoke dejectedly. "I was thinking this might have been a 'Freaky Friday' occurrence – you know that old movie, where this whole thing only lasts 24 hours? Maybe it's something else instead though? How about, 'Terrifying Tuesday?'"

"Sounds about right," Scott grumped, and walked over to also collapse onto the bed. His back flared again in sudden pain and he flinched. Gordon didn't notice though, as he was looking towards the window.

"Do you think we're going to stay stuck like this?" he asked quietly.

"You're asking me, Gords? You know as much as I do!"

"Yeah, but – I suppose what I mean to say is...well... do we tell anybody?"

"NO!" Scott spoke fiercely, yet in hushed tones. "Not under any circumstances! Can you imagine what they would do to us if we told them? We'd find ourselves in straight-jackets before we knew it!"

Gordon chuckled in Scott's low, dulcet tones, making Scott look at him in shock.

"What?" Gordon defended. "It's not often I get to see and talk to myself as another person – it's funny! Though, now that I'm actually starting to think about it - maybe we are insane? I mean, have you ever heard about anything like this before?"

Scott looked deflated. "No," he stressed quietly. Then he perked up. "But we can research it!" He quickly crossed the room, turning on his computer and logging in with his password – ensuring that Gordon had turned his head away first.

Forty-five minutes later however, they both had to admit defeat.

"Seriously?" Gordon griped. "Nothing? Stupid computer! I thought we would've at least been able to find something besides a few myths and folklore stories!"

"I guess not," Scott spoke quietly, then grimaced as his stomach growled loudly at him.

Gordon however, looked ill at the thought of having breakfast. "So how ARE we going to face the family as each other?"

Scott looked at him incredulously. "Come on, Gords, we look like each other – essentially, to everyone else; we ARE each other - how hard could it be?"

Evidently, it was a lot harder than they thought.

"So Gordon, you didn't go for a swim this morning," Jeff spoke up as he looked over the breakfast table at the redheaded aquanaut. "Are you feeling okay?"

Despite how the whole morning's going so far? Scott thought. It was so ludicrous to think of how quickly they had stuffed up already, by Gordon nearly sitting down in his usual seat at the breakfast table, before realising what he was doing. Virgil, although not quite awake yet, had peered at who he thought was 'Scott' in confusion, as Gordon made a poor excuse for his actions and went and sat in Scott's chair.

"Yes, Father, I feel fine," Scott now spoke. "I – er, I pranked... Scott... this morning, so that kind've took up my time." He looked pointedly at 'Scott' across the table.

Jeff looked surprised. "Really, son? Hmm, after the feud you were having yesterday, I was sure you two weren't talking; did you make up?"

Gordon spoke up, as Scott, from across the table. "After I knocked him around a little bit Father, for putting his alarm next to my head and turning it on loud – yes; we eventually settled our differences."

Jeff grinned. "Good! I'm pleased for the both of you; so how about we all do our debrief from yesterday's mission straight after breakfast?"

Gordon looked up. "Actually, Father, I was wanting to do my – I mean, Gordon here, needs to do his exercises, and I thought I might do a few laps in the pool as well," he corrected himself quickly.

"Why are you jumping in the pool, Scott? You normally go running," Alan quipped from the end of the table. Unfortunately, his early wake-up meant he was more awake than usual at the breakfast table.

"Yeah – I was talking to ...Gords here, and thought I might try something new for once," Gordon spoke up. He really didn't want to miss out on his usual swim!

Scott, for that matter, was a runner at heart; and had no intention of going swimming. However, he couldn't very well say anything at the table; he could already see Virgil's suspicions rising at how weird 'Scott' was acting.

He would have to speak to Gordon later about how he was portraying himself – after all, Scott was certain that he had never whined in that particular tone.

Jeff looked over at his oldest son. "I don't see why not – okay boys, its 0830 now; we will gather in my office at 10 hundred hours to debrief."

Scott, or 'Gordon,' to everybody else; stood up to leave the table. "I'm done," he declared. "Thankyou for breakfast, Kyrano," he spoke politely as he left, intent on going for a quiet run and a quick shower before he reported back in for the debriefing.

"Uh... Ss – Gordon, wait up!" Gordon got up from the table and bounded after Scott, leaving Virgil floundering as to why 'Scott' would leave the table without his usual courtesy 'thankyou' to Kyrano.

Jeff; meanwhile, was pleased to see that the boys had woken up on the 'right side of the bed' as the saying goes... perhaps they wouldn't need this treatment of Kyrano's after all?

Kyrano however, glad to see that his 'voo-doo' potion had actually worked; gave a mysterious little smile as he left the dining room.

Safe now from prying ears, Gordon sped up to catch Scott. "Scott! Wait up!"

He pulled up short as he saw his original body turn to face him, irritation showing in his face.

"What do you want, Gordon?"

"What are you doing right now?" Gordon asked.

"If you must know, I'm going for a run," Scott stated.

"But you can't!" Gordon stressed. "You'll injure your – my – back even more; I have to do the exercises in the water to keep it strengthened. Especially after yesterday..."

"Sorry, Gords, but you have your relaxing techniques, and I have mine."

"Scott, you can't! I've tried running before, but all I did was jar my back – hasn't it caused you any pain today?"

"Nope," Scott supplied easily – after all, it had only been the occasional twinge. "I told you that you were causing a fuss over nothing; your back is fine. What you feel is imaginary pain – it's all mental."

"Scott, that's not-" Gordon cut in.

"So, Gords, I'd appreciate it if you left me in peace, so that I can think about the predicament we're in and what we're going to do about it."

With that said, Scott walked off, leaving a spluttering but confused 'Scott' behind him.

He had taken no more than five paces however, when the Rescue siren began to resonate piercingly. The two boys looked at each other desperately, before professionalism took over and they both raced for the command room.

TBC...

Bet'cha you all didn't see that coming! This is about the one storyline I haven't seen up here yet; a story where the boys switch bodies. Now that you know the big secret, I don't mind letting some more of my plans out of the bag... I have actually planned and thought out (roughly) each chapter, so I should hopefully know what and when and where to write, and unless my writing gets expansive, (as it already has – I had already written chapters 2 & 3 before I decided I was on the wrong track and started again) then there will be about 8-10 chapters in this story.

Also, I am a university student atm, with lots of assignments due, so I will be trying to curb myself from focusing on this too much, so that I may try and hand them all in on time! (But don't worry, this is always going to be in the back of my mind! The next chapter should hopefully be up in a week or so, but don't hold me to that as I'm stressing about how to pull off the rescue scenes...)

Until next time, please leave a review! I appreciate any comments and ideas. (Especially for the upcoming rescue scenes!) :)