Clark skidded to a halt as he reached the party hall. The music had stopped playing and several guests were frozen on the floor, the same way Gwen had been back at the Talon. He scanned the room slowly, taking note of Lex standing protectively in front of Lana, and his parents in a corner along with Lionel Luthor. His attention was snatched away when a maniacal laughter erupted through the room. Clark located the source without effort and saw Gwen backed against the wall, trapped by someone whose face was hidden by a black hood. Before he could react, Peter zipped past him, swinging from a web and shot another that attached itself to the mystery person. With great force, he pulled them back, freeing Gwen as he landed on his feet in front of her.

The mystery person in the hoodie attempted to run for the door and Clark moved at lightning speed and managed to grab their hood before they could reach the exit, exposing their dark blonde hair and their face. Though it was not one that he recognised.

A flash of green caught his eye and he gasped as it brought on a strong nauseating feeling. As he dropped to his knees, they slid the green rock into his pocket and ran past him, through the doors and away.

Peter looked Gwen up and down, checking for any sign of injury and once he was satisfied that she was unharmed, he hurried over to Clark. He frowned in confusion as the other boy was now laying on the floor in the fetal position. It appeared that he was struggling, but Peter couldn't see any cause. He knelt beside Clark to examine him closer.

"Po- po- pocket." Clark choked.

"What?"

"Poc-" He attempted to speak again, but grunted as fresh pain coursed through him.

Peter's frown deepened and his eyes darted to the pocket of Clark's jacket. Although confused, he reached his hand inside the pocket and his hand grazed against something rock solid. As he wrapped his fingers around it, a glowing white light suddenly surrounded them both.

All the panic ceased and every remaining guest stopped and stared in complete awe as the light got brighter and brighter then faded, leaving no trace of evidence that it had been there. The two boys remained on the floor with their eyes locked on one another as they struggled to fathom what had just happened.

Clark got to his feet first and offered his hand out to Peter, and as the latter accepted his help, his jaw dropped. It was just like he was staring in a mirror.

"Uhh… Clark?" He questioned.

It was only when he spoke that it dawned on him. He looked down at himself, examining his hands and every line of his palms and came to a conclusion. He was Clark on the inside, but Peter on the outside. Glaring at his own body, he grabbed Peter by the sleeve and marched them both out of the room, far away from all the curious eyes.

"Peter…" He began, feeling weird as he stared at his own body.

"No way…" Peter, feeling the exact same as he stared back at his own body. "Clark?"

"I think you are in my body." They chorused.

Clark stared at his own body that Peter was now wearing, and reached inside the jacket pocket, pulled out the meteor rock and threw it as far from them as possible. It hit the wall and landed on the floor with a clatter, though he felt weird not collapsing in pain in its presence. He glanced up at Peter, and he felt weird seeing the boy's deep frown upon his face.

Peter admired himself in the mirror, shedding the black jacket and flexing his muscles. He grinned, and Clark thought it was strange to see Peter's smile grace his face.

"Nice body…" Peter admired.

"Please stop!" Clark cringed as he watched Peter strike several poses, including puckering and smirking. "Are you done?"

Peter cleared his throat and abruptly stopped posing. He looked at Clark, and raked his eyes over his body, amused over being able to see it from a different pair of eyes.

"Damn, I'm really not half bad either though." He commented.

"Yeah, yeah, Peter can we be serious for a second?" Clark pleaded. "Somehow, when you touched the meteor rock we swapped bodies… but I can't understand how, that's never happened before when someone has saved me from a meteor rock."

"Did any of those people ever have any non-meteor related powers?" Peter inquired.

"No, perhaps that's it." Clark suggested. "But until we can figure this thing out and get back to our own bodies, no one can know. You're going to have to try and convince everyone that you are me and vice versa."

"Hmm, alright… but no kissing Gwen while in my body, got it?"

"No one said anything about kissing." Clark threw his hands up in surrender. "I'm serious, Peter. If people find out then things could get messy."

"I'm not gonna say anything." Peter promised.

"Peter!" Gwen's voice called from down the hall.

Both boys turned around and Peter elbowed Clark, who quickly realized that he would have to act on what they'd just discussed. Clark turned around and forced a smile as she approached them.

"Thank God, I got worried after all that commotion and you disappeared, I didn't see where you went." She rambled.

"Uhh… yeah, I- I'm fine." Clark assured her, sweating every second that he had to pretend to be Peter. "I'm just glad that you're okay."

Gwen raised an eyebrow. There was something that didn't quite feel right to her, but regardless, she was too relieved to care. Without warning, she threw her arms around Clark, unaware that they'd been switched. He swallowed nervously, and hugged her back. A moment later she released him, and his arms dropped back to his sides immediately. Her own didn't move from around his shoulders and instead she leaned in to kiss him. Clark's eyes widened and he gave her a gentle shove, only for his hands to stick to the top of her chest.

Peter folded his arms across his chest as he watched the scene unfold and itched to react. He forced himself to stay put and grit his teeth as he watched Clark's repeated attempts to unstick his hands from her dress. With one final tug, his hands came free and, much to his, Peter's and Gwen's horror, so did the top layer of the dress, leaving only the short silky material of the layer underneath attached to her body. At the same time, Peter felt his eyes burning and lasers shot out, disintegrating the top layer of the dress that was stuck to Clark's hands.

"Peter!" She squealed, too embarrassed to have noticed the laser eyes.

"Oh my God!" Clark gasped. "I- I- I'm sorry."

"I'm gonna f- find the bathroom." She stated quietly, and ran down the hall before she could be seen by anyone else.

Clark turned to Peter with weary eyes. "You could have warned me about the sticky hands."

Peter glared at him, unimpressed with Clark's first attempt at pretending to be him. "You could have warned me about the laser eyes!" He retorted.

"I didn't think it'd be an issue, it usually only happened to me when-" Clark stopped short, his cheeks flushing pink as he didn't want to finish the sentence.

"How do you stand all the hot girls without setting them on fire?"

Clark laughed. "It took a bit of time, but it's not so hard to control once you get the hang of it."

"I hope you're right." Peter gulped.

"You should probably go help your girlfriend."

"Ha, ha! Very funny. If I walk in there like this, she'll scream and probably slap me… or- or you."

Clark grinned and Peter couldn't help but think how his own face didn't have enough room for the farm boy's wide grin. The clicking of heels on the wooden floor caught their attention and this time, it was Lois that approached them. Clark looked to Peter and silently urged him to speak before she realized something was odd.

"Lois, I thought you left." Peter greeted her with a nervous smile.

"Not yet, Smallville." She answered. "I was about to, but I uh… I didn't want to leave before speaking with you again."

"Oh." Peter mouthed.

"I just wanted to say thanks, despite the terrible turn this night took, it wasn't so bad in places."

"You're welcome." Peter said, struggling to respond in the right way. "You're a good dancer."

Clark cringed. If anyone would figure out that it wasn't him talking, it would be Lois. He mentally kicked himself for not mentioning it to Peter beforehand. It just hadn't come up.

"What, no insult?" She questioned. "Are you feeling alright?"

"Of course." Peter cheered. "Just being polite."

Lois frowned and tilted her head. There was something about Clark that she couldn't figure out. He wasn't acting like himself. She shrugged it off and her mean smirk returned.

"You're being a bit too nice, Smallville."

"That's because… because I want to go on a date." Peter announced.

Lois' jaw dropped and Clark's eyes widened. He desperately wanted his own body back so that he could fix this situation and insult her without it coming across as weird. He planted his face in the palm of his hand and ruffled his messy hair.

"A date?" She repeated in disbelief. "You do remember that we can't stand each other, right?"

"Yeah, but that's mostly just a facade…"

"Huh, okay." She said slowly, clearly confused by his change of attitude. "Alright, tomorrow night. Seven thirty. Meet at the Talon. Don't be late." She told him firmly and leaned over, kissed his cheek and bounced away.

"I am going to kill you." Clark growled.

"Come on… I did you a favour, Clark. You like her…"

"No." Clark denied. "I can't stand her." He corrected him. "Anyway, I'm not the one who's gonna have to be on that date if we don't find a way to switch back."

Peter's face fell as he realized that Clark was right. "Oh no… Clark, please… we've gotta switch back."

Clark snorted a laugh, knowing that there was a possibility that they wouldn't be back in their own bodies before the following evening made the entire situation hilarious to him. He patted Peter on the back, and instantly regretted it as his hands stuck to the shirt and, just like with the dress, ripped it right off of his body and exposed his chest. Peter's mouth hung open in shock.

"That one's on you, Clark." He laughed.

"Sorry." Clark muttered. "Let's see what we can do to reverse this."

"We need to get out of here first, but we can't leave without Gwen." Peter stated. "You need to go find her."

"Ah, there's no way I'm going in that bathroom. You go."

"No way! You are in my body, and she thinks you're me." Peter insisted.

"And if she tries to kiss me again?"

"I don't know, tell her you didn't brush your teeth this morning."

"Wait, did you?"

"Yes, but she won't know that." He stated. "Now go."

Clark groaned, but turned around and dragged himself over to the bathroom door. He hesitated, and then knocked before just going inside anyway. His eyes slid closed as he crossed the threshold, not wanting anymore nasty surprises.

"Peter, what are you doing?" She shrieked.

"Are you decent?" He questioned, peeking out through one eye and opening them fully when he saw that she was no less dressed than she'd been after his accident.

"You're joking, right?" She questioned in disbelief. "I can't believe you tore my dress off, Peter… I thought you'd have these things under control by now.'

"I do… it was- it was- oh, I don't know what it was, but it won't happen again, I swear." He tried to explain. "Clark is ready to go, he doesn't think it's safe here after the attack. Are you ready?"

"Beyond." She answered.

Clark reached out his hand, figuring that it was something Peter would usually do, but Gwen dodged his touch. It didn't take much for him to realize why.

"Please, don't touch me. The last thing I need is for you to rip my remaining clothes off."

"Yeah, that's fair." He agreed, and held the door open for her instead.

She nodded in thanks as she passed through and he followed behind, regrouping with Peter in the hallway. Clark let out a silent breath, relieved that he had managed to pass as Peter for those few minutes.

"I apologize for my indecency, Clark. Unfortunately, Peter doesn't always have the best control over his hands."

"Oh, it's no trouble." Peter grinned. Feeling his eyes burn up again, he directed his stare to a vase of flowers just in time before the lasers acted up. The flowers went up in flames and Clark elbowed him in the ribs as he moved to put the fire out. He entirely forgot that, in Peter's body, he could get burned and as soon as his hand touched the flame, he recoiled in pain.

"You're not fireproof, Peter. That was dumb." Gwen pointed out.

Peter looked at his hands, and then at the flames before grabbing the flowers and bunching them in his fist. The flames died instantly, and his hand remained uninjured.

"Let's go." He said, and led the way towards the exit. "Oh, I almost forgot; we don't have a truck…"

"What do you mean we don't have a truck?" Gwen frowned.

"Well, Clark broke it." Clark said, eyeing Peter and wobbling both eyebrows.

"Ah, right. Yes… I smacked my head and the wheel broke in half." He admitted.

"You don't look like you took too much of a beating from it." She inquired.

"I didn't… fortunately, my arms shielded my face from the blow."

"Oh." She mouthed. "And, I'm sorry for being forward, but what happened to your shirt?"

"I uh- I took it off. I was absolutely sweating in it." Peter improvised.

"Huh, do you do that at every formal event you go to?" She pushed.

"Well, no… but I uh- I feel a bit sick to be honest."

"All the more reason why we should get back to the farm." Clark interjected.