003} can't no preacher man save my soul [video/spam]

[theresalwayshope]

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[When Alan Argent wakes up in the morning...something doesn't feel quite right.

He can't really put his finger on it as he gets up to take a shower. He's a little confused as he strips off his shirt, wondering if he was really that exhausted that he forgot to put on shorts before he went to bed the night before. It's all sort of...fuzzy...

The real problem comes when he gets to his closet...and it's filled with girls' clothes.

He lets himself freak out for...maybe a minute. He frantically searches every hanger, his bureau, even under the bed, but there's nothing he can wear. And he damn sure can't run around the Barge in just a towel.

It takes a while, but he finally finds a pair of gym shorts in an unlabeled box in the back of his closet. There's also a couple of t-shirts in there, and Alan doesn't understand what it's doing there. It's not supposed to be in that back corner, underneath his case of carbon arrow shafts. It's taking up the space where another box should be...

Alan takes a deep breath and shakes his head. He's already lost it once, he can't let himself fall apart again. Besides, he has to find Lydia and make sure she's okay. Maybe this was one of those floods he kept hearing about, but one that just...swapped out all their clothes?...

He slides on the shorts, not bothering with a shirt. It's already weird enough, wearing someone else's clothes. Grabbing his comm, and the sheath with his ring daggers, Alan stalks out of his cabin and into the halls, where anyone can run into him.

First, he'll check on Lydia. Then they can make sure the rest of the pack is okay.]

[PACK FILTER]

Guys? Something weird is going on.

[The male face with a certain familiar bone structure is bouncing a little on the screen. He's not bothering to keep his voice down, and he's clearly walking through the ship's corridors...and he's not even remotely happy.]

I woke up, and all my clothes? Gone. It's like I'm living in a girl's room. I just...this isn't right. So just let me know you're all okay, or I'm gonna come and break your cabin doors down. [The threat is quiet, gentled with a sliver of forced humor, but the concern in his tone is very genuine.]

[Private to Lydia]

Lyds? You okay, babe?

{GENDERSWAPPED ALLISON! XD All of "Alan" Argent's replies will come from youowemeanewbow.}

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[haic]

[She doesn't believe him, and Scott closes his eyes tight again. He just needs to push it back. He needs to push it all back, so that he can be some kind of stable ground here. He feels like he's falling apart. The idea that maybe Allison has been feeling this way knots his stomach, like it's his fault, like it's not his fault but he feels guilty anyway--

He's chasing his thoughts in circles, and it's not helping anything. He breathes in - can't help but notice the differences in the way the Argents smell, or the similarities - and releases it slowly before leaning back with his hands on Alan's shoulders.

Maybe he can't change anything. Maybe nothing can be changed, maybe it's something that Alan comes to on his own, but Scott is bad at saying nothing. He's bad at walking away.]

I know technically you don't know me, but I'm willing to bet that Scout and I aren't all that different.

I wouldn't say it if I didn't believe it.

[And he has always believed in Allison Argent.]

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[youowemeanewbow]

[It would be easier if they were different. If she really was what she said, a guy he'd never met...or even a guy he knew, but not with the face that had been haunting him since he realized she was just...gone, that there was nothing left to win back. It would be easier if he wasn't looking into those eyes, through that wayward hair he was forever brushing out of her face with his fingers when they were together...

But nothing's easy in his life. Alan doesn't get easy or even kind. He never has, and he never will...so he gets this.

Scout McCall...or whoever it is...speaking with that absolute conviction and faith he can't turn away from. She--he--believes it, with a purity that Alan can't insult by rejecting.]

I know you wouldn't. [He pauses, drawing a shaky breath as he rubs the back of his neck absently and forces himself to take a very small step back.] Neither would she.

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[haic]

That's what I thought.

[He smiles a little, because - it's not like he isn't feeling how grossly awkward the whole thing is. He can only imagine what Alan's feeling about it, and for the most part - he really doesn't want to imagine what it was like. If Allison still looked like Allison, but thought she was supposed to be Alan?

God, that would be strange.

Scott shakes his head, waves his hands and goes to grab the clothes again.]

Okay, I'm gonna just...take these back to my room. Let me know if you need any more stuff, okay? Mi casa, and all that.