Body-Switch Fic, continued
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bobcatmoranThis is a short bit, even by my standards, but here's the next section of the X-and-Zero-Switch-Bodies-Fic. Previous sections can be found here, here, and here. (and yes, Atreyu, I am working on typing up the fic I mentioned a couple entries ago. This just got done first.)
I should come up with a title for this.
Zero did a quick time check on his internal chronometer. “Oh, scrap.”
“Oh, what?” X asked, sipping at his fourth attempt at getting a mug of tea, which he hadn’t managed to knock over yet only by refusing to set it down.
“Oh, I—er, you—are supposed to be at an orientation session for the new transfers to the 0th unit in fifteen minutes.”
X sputtered and choked. Alia thumped him on the back. “I what?!” he gasped out. “Zero, you think you could’ve told me this a bit earlier?”
“Sorry, it slipped my mind with all the craziness.”
“Sorry my left foot. Zero, what are we going to do?!”
“X, calm down,” Alia said. “People are staring.” Sure enough, they were getting a few odd glances form the other reploids who were starting to fill up the cafeteria.
X gave Zero a Glare Of Death, and then carefully set his tea mug down on his tray. “So,” he said, quieter, “how exactly do you propose that we deal with this?”
“Well, I could try and fill you in on the way there. It’s in Meeting Room D-11, so we’d better get going if you want to get there on time.”
X and Zero bussed their trays, Alia following. Zero had launched into a stream of talking, attempting to teach X everything he needed to know about the 0th unit in fifteen minutes. “… and you probably should warn them about the microwave in the break room I swear it’s possessed it keeps turning on by itself oh and tell them that Parvo will be having that buster training session on Monday and they need to go to that unless they seem to be good enough on their own only you probably don’t know what 0th unit standards are no offense or anything but—“
“Zero,” X said, “I can barely catch a word you’re saying.”
“I’m just trying to make sure you know what you’ll need to know.”
“Well, I can’t keep up with that pace. Can you slow it down a little?”
“Hooooowwww’s thiiiiisssss?” Zero drawled.
“Ha ha, very funny. No, really, Zero, I have no clue how you run things in your unit. Care to let me know so I can at least make a halfway decent attempt at imitating you?”
“Not going to be able to tell you everything in …” Zero did another time check, “… eleven minutes. No way you’re going to be able to pull this off.”
X frowned. “Maybe you can call in sick? You—I—we were in the med ward last night.”
“No can do. I saw a couple of my Lieutenants in the mess hall as we were leaving.”
“Hey, guys,” Alia broke in. “I’ve got a brilliant idea. Come on, Ze … er, X.” She grabbed Zero by the arm and started off at a near-run down a nearby hallway.
“Wait, Alia! Where are you two going? I can’t do this by myself!” X cried.
“Don’t worry, you won’t be on your own. Just make sure you keep your helmet on when you switch into your armor,” Alia called over her shoulder.
“Keep my helmet on? What?” But Alia and Zero were gone, out of earshot. X sighed, and then summoned Zero’s armor. This was going to be one of the least fun experiences of his life.
I should come up with a title for this.
Zero did a quick time check on his internal chronometer. “Oh, scrap.”
“Oh, what?” X asked, sipping at his fourth attempt at getting a mug of tea, which he hadn’t managed to knock over yet only by refusing to set it down.
“Oh, I—er, you—are supposed to be at an orientation session for the new transfers to the 0th unit in fifteen minutes.”
X sputtered and choked. Alia thumped him on the back. “I what?!” he gasped out. “Zero, you think you could’ve told me this a bit earlier?”
“Sorry, it slipped my mind with all the craziness.”
“Sorry my left foot. Zero, what are we going to do?!”
“X, calm down,” Alia said. “People are staring.” Sure enough, they were getting a few odd glances form the other reploids who were starting to fill up the cafeteria.
X gave Zero a Glare Of Death, and then carefully set his tea mug down on his tray. “So,” he said, quieter, “how exactly do you propose that we deal with this?”
“Well, I could try and fill you in on the way there. It’s in Meeting Room D-11, so we’d better get going if you want to get there on time.”
X and Zero bussed their trays, Alia following. Zero had launched into a stream of talking, attempting to teach X everything he needed to know about the 0th unit in fifteen minutes. “… and you probably should warn them about the microwave in the break room I swear it’s possessed it keeps turning on by itself oh and tell them that Parvo will be having that buster training session on Monday and they need to go to that unless they seem to be good enough on their own only you probably don’t know what 0th unit standards are no offense or anything but—“
“Zero,” X said, “I can barely catch a word you’re saying.”
“I’m just trying to make sure you know what you’ll need to know.”
“Well, I can’t keep up with that pace. Can you slow it down a little?”
“Hooooowwww’s thiiiiisssss?” Zero drawled.
“Ha ha, very funny. No, really, Zero, I have no clue how you run things in your unit. Care to let me know so I can at least make a halfway decent attempt at imitating you?”
“Not going to be able to tell you everything in …” Zero did another time check, “… eleven minutes. No way you’re going to be able to pull this off.”
X frowned. “Maybe you can call in sick? You—I—we were in the med ward last night.”
“No can do. I saw a couple of my Lieutenants in the mess hall as we were leaving.”
“Hey, guys,” Alia broke in. “I’ve got a brilliant idea. Come on, Ze … er, X.” She grabbed Zero by the arm and started off at a near-run down a nearby hallway.
“Wait, Alia! Where are you two going? I can’t do this by myself!” X cried.
“Don’t worry, you won’t be on your own. Just make sure you keep your helmet on when you switch into your armor,” Alia called over her shoulder.
“Keep my helmet on? What?” But Alia and Zero were gone, out of earshot. X sighed, and then summoned Zero’s armor. This was going to be one of the least fun experiences of his life.
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