Kevin Flynn just wrote your favorite game (greetngsprogrms) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-04-28 22:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, dracula, kevin flynn, rarity |
Who: Kevin Flynn, Rachel Flynn and Vlad
When: April 4th
What: Body Swap plot!
Rating: PG
Status: Complete
Kevin Flynn groaned as he stirred from his sleep. He stretched beneath the sheets and reached over, eyes still closed in grogginess, feeling for his wife's slumbering form. But his hand felt nothing but cool sheets. Kevin's brow furrowed and he opened his eyes. Rach almost never got up before him on a Saturday. That was their lazy day, their day for mid-morning love making. No meetings, no shoe store, just them.
As soon as Kevin opened his eyes however, he realized this wasn't their house and he wasn't in their bed. In fact, he had no idea where he was. "Rach?" He stopped at the sound of his voice and felt panic wash over him. Scrambling up from the bed he went over to the bathroom to look in the mirror.
Only there was nothing there. He could see the other side of the room reflected, sure, but he wasn't a part of that reflection. "What the..." his voice was deeper, accented. He looked at his hands and the rest of his body as he walked back to the bedroom. Yeah no this was not the body he'd fallen asleep in·
He stopped and felt himself grow cold with fear. That meant someone else had to be in his body! In bed with his wife!
Kevin scrambled for a phone, his pulse racing. Finding one he dialed the numbers rapid fire, muttering "Pick up,". It was then he ran his tongue over his teeth as he was licking dry lips and realized something further: he had some pretty damn sharp incisors...
Oh no. No reflection? Super sharp...fangs? Kevin didn't have a chance to absorb it all before someone picked up on the other end of the line.
Vlad woke up feeling very different. He had grown used to how he was, with his vampirism beginning to take hold, and with that came an awareness of things. He did not have to open his eyes to know that things were not right.
But he did open them, immediately focusing in on an unfamiliar roof, different walls that he could see from his peripheral, and the unmistakable sound of someone sleeping next to him. Carefully he looked to his side. He watched the woman for a few second before he stood up out of bed. No, this was definitely not right. As the phone began to ring somewhere, Vlad frowned until he found a mirror. He hadn’t expected to see a reflection. He had expected someone else’s reflection even less. The phone continued to ring. Vlad, not knowing how to answer someone else’s phone, walked back to the bedroom to wait for the woman to wake up.
Rachel was a bit of a heavy sleeper. It was the phone’s trilling that woke her, and she stirred just a little. This was Rachel at her most intimate: no make up, hair a mess, comfortable, stained and possibly holey pajamas. She would never want anyone else to see her like this. Especially not a stranger.
Kevin climbed up out of bed, and she assumed he was going to answer the phone. But it kept ringing. She lifted her head and frowned, blearily. “Are you gonna get that?”
Too late. It went to voicemail.
The real Kevin Flynn swore under his breath. Voicemail! Dammit Rachel, he thought to himself. He couldn't really blame her though, since the woman could sleep through an earthquake.
There was only one other thing to do. Kevin just hoped he wasn't going to burst into flame once he stepped outdoors.
Using the smartphone he'd found in the room he dialed up the car service his company used. He almost from was casual with who answered the phone since he'd known the requested driver for years, but stopped short of doing so once he heard his own voice again.
"Hi, could you please send over a car?" And he gave the address. When they asked for the account he automatically gave ENCOM, realizing too late that wasn't going to work.
"I'm sorry sir but who are you with ENCOM?"
Kevin was silent a moment before saying, "I am Mister Flynns guest here for a very important meeting. I am with...the uh, Wynhall Corporation." They were a real company he was dealing with. "Mister Flynn is expecting me immediately." There was silence on the other end as the man seemed to debate this as truth or not.
"I will need to contact the booking manager at ENCOM." Kevin rolled his eyes. This wasn't going to end well.
"Nevermind," his thick accent made the word sound funny. "I'll get my own transportation." And he hung up and called Uber instead.
Once that was set, he rushed around the bedroom hunting for clothes. They weren't his style, they looked like something out of a GQ photo shoot, but then again this also wasn't his body. He did his best to look decent before heading out. It was a little hard sans reflection. Uncertainty flooded him as he reached the entrance. Kevin cautiously stuck a hand out into the sunshine. At least he'd only lose a hand instead of dying, right?
Once he realized nothing was happening Kevin made a break for it and practically dove into the SUV which headed towards his house.
Vlad had halted once the woman spoke. He stood there for a moment before speaking. “I am sorry, I -” The words made him frown. It was so far from the voice he was used to, and his proper, second language English seemed halting in the American accent.
Vlad cleared his throat. He lingered by the door, then realized that whoever had his body maybe had his phone. “My apologies. I am not who you perhaps think I am,” he said, moving towards the phone.
Okay, so it sounded like Kev. But Rach could tell from the first couple of words that it wasn’t her husband. She sat up a little in the bed, pushing up until she was off her elbows. She was far more awake now, having heard the strange inflections. There was a frown between her eyebrows, her lips turning down a bit as she listened to someone else speaking with her husband’s voice.
“Who are you?” She asked, frowning. The ringing stopped, it’d gone to voice mail. She didn’t care who was calling now--she wanted answers. Was there a stranger inside Kevin’s body??
Vlad turned his look on her, not quite as keen or penetrating as it might have been in his own body. There was a frown on his face, too, though more out of annoyance - less with her and mostly with this situation.
“My name is Vladimir Dracul,” he told her, distinctly formal. “I am - or was - a Romanian Consul. It is imperative that I contact whoever has occupied my body in turn.” Which was his way of momentarily dismissing her. Picking up the phone, Vlad dialed his phone, which rang through and prompted a few choice Romanian curses.
“Do you… Do you think Kev’s in your body?” Rachel asked, climbing up out of the bed. She had a funny desire to cover herself with a blanket or sheet, or a robe, even. But she was fully clothed in her pajamas. Even if they weren’t ideal, they covered enough of her skin. She wasn’t exposing anything private.
“Oh, God, maybe that was him.” She reached over for her cell phone and glanced at the caller ID. “I have no idea who just called.”
“I have no idea who may be occupying my body at this time.” Vlad’s tone was clipped. He wasn’t annoyed at the woman, much as it sounded like he was, but he was annoyed at the situation. What was he meant to do? He was an ambassador, he couldn’t simply stroll into an international consulate looking like this. Vlad supposed he would just have to go to his own home to try and figure out what was happening.
This was weird. Really weird. There was someone else in her husband’s body. Everything about this was so… Orange County. Rach wasn’t sure how much of it she could take!
“Well… um.” Rachel went for a robe, then pulled it up onto her shoulders. “Do you want to try calling? I’m sure if the phone rings and Kevin’s in your body? He’ll answer. He can’t let a phone ring endlessly.”
“I have called my personal phone,” Vlad answered. “Perhaps I will try my land line.” He ran a hand down his face. It would certainly be ideal that the swap happened so neatly, one body or another. He couldn’t imagine the chaos if it was haphazard. Taking the phone again, Vlad dialed his house, frowning as it went to voicemail.
“It would seem as if my own home is unoccupied.”
Kevin had forgotten to take the cell phone with him when he’d rushed out of the place, too preoccupied in getting to Rachel and making sure she was all right. Thankfully he’d found some money in the guy’s wallet he’d procured before leaving so he could pay the Uber driver and promised himself he’d pay him back.
Now outside his home, Kevin sprinted for the front door. It was locked, of course, and he ignored the convention of a doorbell and banged on it, shouting “Rachel! Rachel it’s Kevin! Open up the door!”
“Damn,” Rachel said, quickly, the quasi-curse sounding foreign coming out of her mouth. But then… almost the instant she said it, she heard the banging on the door and the sound of a strange voice coming through. Then she was jumping up and rushing to the front door, scooting past the stranger in Kevin’s body along the way. “That must be him! Come with me!”
Completely confident that this was Kevin at the door, Rachel bounced down the hall, looking forward to giving her husband a hug--no matter whose body he was in. She pulled open the door and blinked at the strange man that was standing on the front doorstep. “Kev?”
The voice made Vlad turn, and he ran along with the woman to the door. He was stunned to see himself standing on the other side of the threshold, but glad, at least, that it was occupied by someone with some sense.
“Good. I had been concerned.” After all, his body came with circumstances, and he would like to see it live through this. “I take it, then, that I am in the opposite body.”
“Rach! Oh thank God,” Kevin blurted, solely focused on his wife, and lunged forward to hug her but was stopped short the moment he tried to cross the threshold. “What the…” He looked up at her and then noticed...himself standing next to her, and blinked.
Whoa. Trippy. “Okay, this isn’t weird at all.” He said it in the tone that totally screamed ‘HOLY CRAP I’M LIVING THE TWILIGHT ZONE’. “Yeah, that about sums it up, buddy. I’m Kevin Flynn, and you’re in my body. And why can’t I get into my own house?” And stop standing so close to my wife. And get out of my body. And holy crap I’m a vampire! The thoughts kept coming without time to breathe.
God, this was weird. Ridiculously weird. Rachel glanced from Kev in the wrong body to the wrong guy in Kev’s body. “...that’s what I’ve been saying, I just… Why aren’t you coming inside?” Rachel added. There must have been a reason. She wasn’t really up on her vampire lore and didn’t know the specifics.
“Ah - forgive me.” Vlad cleared his throat for a moment, then motioned for Kevin to walk inside. “Please, come in. Regretfully, my body seems to come with conditions that may take some getting used to. I assume you have already noticed you lack a reflection.”
"Yeah, I have. Helluva time getting dressed." Kevin tried stepping over the threshold and suddenly it worked. He was going to have to binge watch some True Blood because he clearly didn't know vampires needed permission to enter a place. He looked at the guy inhabiting his body skeptically, as if wondering if this guy had tried anything with Rachel but figured if he had Rachel would have said something by now. He looked at his wife and smiled. "You okay?" It was a stupid question but he'd been worried. Instinctively he leaned forward and kissed the top of her head. "Got here as fast as I could."
God, this was weird. Rachel kept glancing between the two men, confused about who should be kissing whom and who belonged where. “I’m okay.” She said, then cleared her throat. “I’m really okay. I’m glad you’re here. That really is you in there, isn’t it?” She didn’t pause for an answer. “...well, let’s make a pot of coffee and figure this out.”