Body Switch!
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catkoFandom: Castle
Rating: G
Warning/Notes: None, really. This is a revised version of a shorter drabble I did once.
Word count: 400
'Well, I must say, one thing is certain--that psychic is not a sham." The words and tone were Martha's but they were emerging from Alexis's lips.
"Grams, how can you be so calm! This is a disaster! It’s unbelievable! I mean, I have a date tonight, and I can't go like this!" Martha's dulcet tones were sounding more petulant than usual, and her hands were uncharacteristically clutched in front of her, her eyes desperate, as she stared down at her body in shock.
"Now now, Alexis, Madame Longine assured us that the … effects … would wear off in a matter of hours. Apparently it was rather unexpected, but as she says, it’s a tribute to our simpatico—or should it be simpatica?— that we would have this reaction, when all we were trying to do was connect with each other.” "Martha" moved to pat her coiffure and seemed surprised to only find long, straight locks. She looked at her companion and blinked. "My, this is rather strange; it's like watching one's unruly self in a mirror."
"Rather strange? It's freakish!" "Alexis" leapt up, and "Martha" was treated to a vision of her own elegantly-dressed figure pacing back and forth in front of the sofa, grasping at her skirt. "And, I mean, really, no offense, Grams, you know I love you, but being in your body feels just plain weird!"
"Alexis, please, dear, do not ruin that, it's Givenchy. Just settle down, and we'll wait for this to pass." The younger woman made a placating gesture, then gazed down at her 19-old hands. "And to be perfectly honest, I can't say that I mind this, for a while. It's like my body is a match for how young I feel most of the time. With the added bonus of wisdom." She preened and struck an elegant pose. “Ah, youth. If only this were a movie, we could get up to all kinds of hijinks. If it wasn’t completely inappropriate to do anything untoward. In any case, perhaps we can think of some way to amuse ourselves while we wait."
Suddenly a rattle of keys at the door caused both women to stare at each other (themselves) in horror, then in dawning delight. "Dad's home!" gasped the older woman. "Just the thing, now for some fun!" crowed the younger, as the two arranged themselves on the sofa for the pranking of Richard Castle.
Rating: G
Warning/Notes: None, really. This is a revised version of a shorter drabble I did once.
Word count: 400
'Well, I must say, one thing is certain--that psychic is not a sham." The words and tone were Martha's but they were emerging from Alexis's lips.
"Grams, how can you be so calm! This is a disaster! It’s unbelievable! I mean, I have a date tonight, and I can't go like this!" Martha's dulcet tones were sounding more petulant than usual, and her hands were uncharacteristically clutched in front of her, her eyes desperate, as she stared down at her body in shock.
"Now now, Alexis, Madame Longine assured us that the … effects … would wear off in a matter of hours. Apparently it was rather unexpected, but as she says, it’s a tribute to our simpatico—or should it be simpatica?— that we would have this reaction, when all we were trying to do was connect with each other.” "Martha" moved to pat her coiffure and seemed surprised to only find long, straight locks. She looked at her companion and blinked. "My, this is rather strange; it's like watching one's unruly self in a mirror."
"Rather strange? It's freakish!" "Alexis" leapt up, and "Martha" was treated to a vision of her own elegantly-dressed figure pacing back and forth in front of the sofa, grasping at her skirt. "And, I mean, really, no offense, Grams, you know I love you, but being in your body feels just plain weird!"
"Alexis, please, dear, do not ruin that, it's Givenchy. Just settle down, and we'll wait for this to pass." The younger woman made a placating gesture, then gazed down at her 19-old hands. "And to be perfectly honest, I can't say that I mind this, for a while. It's like my body is a match for how young I feel most of the time. With the added bonus of wisdom." She preened and struck an elegant pose. “Ah, youth. If only this were a movie, we could get up to all kinds of hijinks. If it wasn’t completely inappropriate to do anything untoward. In any case, perhaps we can think of some way to amuse ourselves while we wait."
Suddenly a rattle of keys at the door caused both women to stare at each other (themselves) in horror, then in dawning delight. "Dad's home!" gasped the older woman. "Just the thing, now for some fun!" crowed the younger, as the two arranged themselves on the sofa for the pranking of Richard Castle.
