WHO: Thalia and Scott McCall WHAT: A meeting between friends. WHEN: 12/23, during the wish time. WARNINGS: Talk of periods, and gender confusion. STATUS: Complete
Scott wished he hadn’t joked about having his period. Because he had woken up and sure enough, he had ruined a paired of underwear and jeans both. Now properly accoutered, he had managed to get through the day to the time of the meeting with Thalia, and was stepping into the coffee shop, trying not to be grumpy as his body decided to feel like it was going to kill him from the inside out.
Wow. He had no idea how women dealt with this, for real. He had thought kidney stones were bad, but this? He had gained, just in a few hours, a whole new level of respect for women and what they dealt with.
Stepping into the shop, he headed for the line, glancing around. Hopefully Thalia was here already and they could have some good coffee and hide from the world.
***
And to think, at one point Thalia had thought being able to raise jewelry from the ground was weird. Now, she’d been turned into a tree, met a werewolf, and had said werewolf turn into a girl. Sometimes, she still couldn’t believe she wasn’t actually on Punk’d or something.
But here he - or she - was, heading over to her, and although Thalia had only met Scott once, with a different face, she was somehow able to tell it was him. No one else could look so sheepish.
“Whoa, lookit you,” she remarked. “You’re hot.”
***
Scott blushed hotly, the red going from his hairline down to where the v-neck shirt covered his chest. It was weird, being conscious of having large-ish breasts, and wearing a bra and now having a period. Which made him feel very bloated and tired and achy.
He trudged to her table and smiled. “Hey, Thalia.” His voice was a little more ragged than usual, and his eyes showed a little red around the edges from crying, which he had done once that morning, mostly because he did it in his own body every now and then when things got to be too much, and today had just been too much. Add in the flood of hormones, and he had lost if even more.
“Note to self; mark two, never, ever mention something you hope won’t happen, or else it will.”
He sat, carefully, and smiled again. “This can only be fixed by all the coffee ever.”
**** “It’s usually tea that helps me, but some women swear by coffee,” Thalia said.
She eyed him in all his - her - messed up glory, and took pity on him. “Here,” she said, pushing her own cup of coffee at him. She could always get another one, but he looked like he needed something desperately.
“You’re never gonna make period jokes again, are you?”
***
Scott snerked. “I was never the type to do so. I just was praying I wouldn’t have to deal with this.” He chuckled as he took the coffee, and downed half of it. “Tea is good too. I have no idea what will help, but lord have mercy, I know I need something.”
He headtabled.
“So… how are you this morning?” His voice was slightly diminished, but even so was still the sultry voice of Allison’s body. Which, any other time, would arouse him, but right now? Not so much.
***
“Really amused,” Thalia said cheerfully. The OC’s shenanigans were frustrating most of the time, but other times? It was as amusing as hell. Especially when they happened to other people. At the very least, Scott’s misfortunes made her forget - if temporarily - her own issues with her dreams.
“I hope it won’t last too long, anyway. Would be kind of hard to keep impersonating your girlfriend.”
***
Scott snorted. “Laugh it up. I would too, despite myself, if I could.” He shook his head, still not used to hearing his words in Allison’s voice. He took another long draw on the coffee.
“Yeah, we both are taking time off work. Thankfully, OC shenanigans seem to be a valid excuse here.” He was glad, too, Explaining this one to his boss was not his idea of a good time.
***
“Your boss accepts OC shenanigans?” Thalia asked, grinning. “Why, are they getting dreams too?”
That would make sense, given how many people seemed to be affected by this.
***
“He does.” Scott shook his head. “I think he's just been here long enough to have seen a lot of things happen.”
Though, for all he knew his boss was a closet dreamer.
Scott sat up straight. “Definitely need tea, yes.”
***
“I'll get it,” Thalia said, feeling indulgent. The poor guy’s first period: she could help him out a little.
She came back a few minutes later with a grande red cup for him and another coffee for herself. “Got you chamomile. That usually works for me.”
***
“Thank you, so much.” He took the cup and downed a large swallow, sighing contentedly. He felt, and looked, frazzled, but for Allison’s face, it was a good look.
Of course, he hated bras, and liked them at the same time, and the one he had gotten this morning was trying to kill him. He popped up, excusing himself for a moment, fleeing to the restroom. When he returned, he had his jacket back on, instead of over his arm, partly to conceal that he had taken off the bra that had tried to strangle him. It was in a jacket pocket now.
“Sorry. This body is cute, but it and I are not always on speaking terms.”
***
“You might want to button up that jacket,” Thalia said, still amused. This was like the gift that kept giving. Even though she felt bad for Scott - and she couldn’t imagine what Alison was going through - she couldn’t help but laugh at his woes.
“Have you gotten cat calls yet?”
***
“Hmmm? Oh!” he blushed and did so, buttoning it even higher than necessary, but he felt it best. But he enjoyed her laughter, and was amused. It was weird, and he was suffering some, but he liked making people laugh, especially friends.
“Oh yeah. Makes me glad I never did that, so I can honestly give them hell.” He smirked. “It helps that Allison’s body has muscles to spare, so I can still do things no one expects.” And he had kept up[ his exercising, so while Allison might be a little tender, her body would be as good, or better, muscled than it had been before.
“Do you get those? Who even thinks those are cool?”
***
“Nice,” Thalia said approvingly. “Give ‘em Hell.”
She shrugged at this question. “Bit different for me. I deal with paparazzi stalking me. Guys don't tend to cat call when there's already someone harassing me.”
***
“Makes sense. Still, I’m sorry you have anyone harassing you. You deserve peace and quiet in your life.” Scott believed that fiercely, and it showed in how he spoke passionately. Even in a borrowed body, he had a snap and flare of thought and belief.
“If I can ever help, let me know, okay?”
***
“I will,” Thalia said, giving him a warm smile. He was sweet, this Scott kid. “Though you're probably more in need of help than I am right now, so if Alison isn't around to help you out, just give me a text, k?”
***
“Will do.” He smiled to her, bobbing his head, setting his hair to swinging.” He felt bouncy and warm, and glad he had met Thalia. She seemed a very nice person.