More bodyswap for Castle

Dunno why when you say "body swap" I think "Castle." For a trope fic-prompt. If I'd had more time, I'd have also had these two in a wing-fic.

Trope(s): Body Swap
Word Count: 320

“I knew it! I knew it! I never shoulda let you talk me into it!” Esposito bounced his clenched fists off his knees as he glared at Ryan who was uncharacteristically driving the car. He was staring straight ahead, jaw set, clenching the steering wheel. Finally, at another outburst from his partner, he turned and growled, “Okay, okay bro! Don’t forget, we were both into it! In fact, I distinctly remember YOU were the one who said it would be “a ‘lark’!” He lifted both hands off the steering wheel to make quick “air quotes” while his passenger slumped down in his seat, arms crossed petulantly.

The driver stared for a second and barked out a laugh. “Ah, dude, this is so freaking weird. I mean, I know I’m ME and that is you, but I’m lookin’ at myself—and hey, man, sit up straight. Don’t wreck my back while you’re slouching around in my fine bod.”

“Just shut up and concentrate on the driving, will you? Ugh, I can’t believe that even in YOUR body, you wouldn’t let ME drive.”

“No way, bro.” The face was Kevin’s but the tone, and the admonitory glare, was totally Espo. “Even in YOUR body I’m a better driver than you.”

“Espo” waved his had with a weary dismissiveness and turned to stare out the window. “How the heck long did Castle and Beckett say this thing lasts, anyway? And where will be be when we switch back? HEY!” — sitting up suddenly — “it’s gotta wear off before end of shift, dammit. Jenny and I have plans, and there’s no way……..” The two looked at each other with a dawning realization. “I guess we shoulda thought of this before we went to that damn psychic,” grumbled Espo-In-Ryan.

“Yeah, just gotta stay out of the way of everyone until it wears off,” agreed Ryan-In-Espo, looking down at himself and flexing slightly. “Any suggestions?”

Two Three-Sentence Fics for Cancelled Shows

Long Distance (Battle Creek)
Russ looked at the box on his desk holding the last of the miscellaneous crap that he was going to drag out of here, sparing a glance at the desk that used to be Holly's; things kept changing, even if you had stretches--decades even--when everything stayed the same.

He looked at the door as Milt swung in, saying "Hey, let's go; the FBI waits for no man." With a shrug, Russ stood up, grabbed the box, and headed out to take up his new job with the FBI in Detroit.

Not Forever (Forever)
Henry slid the letter into the envelope, stamped and addressed to Jo. It was best to do it this way, he told himself firmly; it just wouldn't do to pull another poor mortal soul into his dreadful morass of immortality.

Shouldering his bag, he looked around one last time at the empty antique store, with only one drop-leaf desk left behind to bear witness to Abe's passion, and walked out the door to whatever his new life would bring.