Fills Post
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Re: Fill: Nicky/Joe + Booker and Nicky Bodyswap 2/?
Date: 2020-10-13 06:09 pm (UTC)He wasn’t restrained, which was maybe because they still loved him and trusted him on some level, but probably because once he’d finally managed to shout “I’m Booker!” he’d immediately turned his head to the side, vomited, and begun to hyperventilate as Joe released him in shock. Not his finest hour, perhaps. He looked down at his hands, which were indisputably Nicky’s hands, and thought he could be forgiven for that.
Andy had hauled him to the chair and stared down at him, caught between shock and disbelief, but confirming his identity was trivial. He had looked her directly in the eye, said “Toronto, 1978, the lady wore red,” and her eyes had cleared of doubt, which he expected, then darkened with suspicion, which he deserved.
He looked at the darkened TV and had to swallow a hysterical laugh at the tableau reflected there now. Andy and Joe were staring warily at him from the couch, as Nile paced behind them, calling Booker’s cell over and over and over, and darting worried glances at him. It looked like they were holding an intervention, or deciding on a punishment, for the man in the chair. His mind cheerfully refused to reconcile what he could see - Nicky’s hunched shoulders and dazed expression - with the knowledge that they were his own shoulders, his own expression. Nicky’s in trouble, he thought, sing-song, and breathed slowly so he didn’t giggle.
"It's probably out of power," he said, when he felt steady enough to speak, and all three of them startled. He shrugged, and Joe physically recoiled at the shape of the movement. Booker stilled himself, consciously, and said, “My phone. He’ll have to plug it in. It will take a minute to charge.”
“What did you do?” Joe ground out, not for the first time.
“I didn’t do anything,” he said. Then, “I wouldn’t,” and tried not to react when Andy and Joe flinched. He felt his cheeks heating, though, and he thought about how often he’d teased Nicky for the same thing, and felt them grow even hotter. “I swear I didn’t do this. I don’t know what’s happening.”
“We’ll figure it out,” Andy said. Booker hated that she sounded uncertain. He hated that he didn’t know if that's just how she sounded, now; if mortality had introduced a irreparable crack into their family's foundation. If he had. “We’ll fix it.”
“What if—” Joe choked, still staring at Booker, and the bottom dropped out of Booker’s flimsy control.
He hadn’t thought— he’d just assumed— his breath caught miserably in his throat. He was here, so Nicky must be somewhere else. He was in Nicky’s body, so Nicky must be in his. Fucking dream logic. What if he was here and Nicky wasn’t anywhere? What if he was in Nicky’s body and Booker’s body was lying cold and empty and alone and that was it?
Tears were slipping silently down Joe’s face, and Booker felt his own eyes start to fill.
“Jesus Christ,” Andy sighed. She slapped her hands to her knees and stood, sounding infinitely more like herself. “Okay, what we’re not going to do is—”
“Nicky!” Nile shouted, as the call apparently, finally, connected. “Nicky, are you there? Is that you?” and a torrent of words poured out of the speaker, in a voice that was unmistakably Booker’s and an accent that was unmistakably Nicky’s.
Joe sagged almost off the couch in shuddering relief, then turned toward the phone Nile was already thrusting into the space between her and him and Andy. “Nicolò, are you safe? Are you hurt? Booker is here, he’s—”
Then they were talking to each other, animated and easy, twisting in and out of languages Booker knew, and languages Booker didn’t know, and languages he had pointedly refused to learn. After a moment Andy joined in, talking with and between them somehow; she had always known how to weave herself into their dance.
He hadn’t known, until Nile jumped in and the languages shifted to accomodate her, that she had learned how to do that, too.
All four of them were talking at once, over and around and between each other in their own peculiar rhythm, apparently coming to some kind of consensus, and though he recognized all the words he somehow couldn’t understand a fucking thing.
Nicky was not a small man, but he was smaller than Booker, and Booker was glad for it as he shrunk back into the armchair as far as he could go.
Re: Fill: Nicky/Joe + Booker and Nicky Bodyswap 2/?
Date: 2020-10-13 06:59 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: Nicky/Joe + Booker and Nicky Bodyswap 2/?
Date: 2020-10-13 09:27 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: Nicky/Joe + Booker and Nicky Bodyswap 2/?
Date: 2020-10-13 09:39 pm (UTC)this is so good and I need all of it, so much
Re: Fill: Nicky/Joe + Booker and Nicky Bodyswap 2/?
Date: 2020-10-13 10:59 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: Nicky/Joe + Booker and Nicky Bodyswap 2/?
Date: 2020-10-14 10:13 am (UTC)Re: Fill: Nicky/Joe + Booker and Nicky Bodyswap 2/?
Date: 2020-10-18 01:02 pm (UTC)