Corporate Contract
"Look, Zoe, I just had a long day, okay? I'm tired, and a bit cranky, and I just don't feel up to cooking right now, okay? You know there's no way that... that Jake and I could have switched bodies," Jake said.
"I know..." Zoe said, with a frown that clearly portrayed her true feelings. "I just wish magic was real." She left the room, dragging her stuffed bear on the ground behind her.
"Right now, I wish magic wasn't real," Connor said, chuckling to himself.
"That can be arranged, you know," said a voice from behind them. Jake and Connor spun around to find Lucas standing in the kitchen, a faint trace of foul-smelling smoke disappating at his feet.
"Oh, God, what now?" Jake asked, as Connor began to unconsciously step back away from Lucas.
"You offend me," Lucas said, grasping his chest in mock horror. "Connor voiced a preference for having a world without magic, and I thought I'd take him up on that offer."
"We're in each other's bodies, and you're some sort of demon who wants our souls. How would that work, exactly?" Jake said, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, obviously I wouldn't get rid of all magic," Lucas explained, spreading his hands. "But I would dispel everything which has affected you over the past few hours."
"Deal!" Connor yelled, extending his hand.
"You idiot!" Jake said, turning to yell at him. "Why would you accept?"
"Because I don't want to be in your body anymore!" Connor yelled. "I just want this whole mess to be over with!"
"So it is done," Lucas said, snapping his fingers. Connor collapsed to the ground, unconscious. "Of course, that also dispelled the magic I used to put Connor's soul into that body. And without any place for it to go, I now own it. But you probably guessed that," Lucas said, with a chuckle.
"Of course I did," Jake said, examining the husk of his former body on the ground. "It had trap written all over it. But you have Connnor's soul now, right? So will you put me back?"
"Why, I don't believe that was ever a part of the bargain..." Lucas said, with a grin on his face. "That means you're Connor Wilkinson now. Congratulations on your new life. Shame your current boss randomly succombed to a deep coma."
Jake narrowed his eyes. "Alright, you bastard. You win. How do I get my life back?"
"You don't," Lucas said, spreading his arms. "But if you like, I can spare you the misery of trying to live out Connor's life. I don't think you'd last very long as a puritanical teenager, after all."
Jake sighed. "Fine. You win. Take my soul."
"With pleasure," Lucas said, his smirk widening into an evil grin. Jake could feel Lucas's fingers press against his forehead. He was unconscious before he hit the ground.
"I know..." Zoe said, with a frown that clearly portrayed her true feelings. "I just wish magic was real." She left the room, dragging her stuffed bear on the ground behind her.
"Right now, I wish magic wasn't real," Connor said, chuckling to himself.
"That can be arranged, you know," said a voice from behind them. Jake and Connor spun around to find Lucas standing in the kitchen, a faint trace of foul-smelling smoke disappating at his feet.
"Oh, God, what now?" Jake asked, as Connor began to unconsciously step back away from Lucas.
"You offend me," Lucas said, grasping his chest in mock horror. "Connor voiced a preference for having a world without magic, and I thought I'd take him up on that offer."
"We're in each other's bodies, and you're some sort of demon who wants our souls. How would that work, exactly?" Jake said, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, obviously I wouldn't get rid of all magic," Lucas explained, spreading his hands. "But I would dispel everything which has affected you over the past few hours."
"Deal!" Connor yelled, extending his hand.
"You idiot!" Jake said, turning to yell at him. "Why would you accept?"
"Because I don't want to be in your body anymore!" Connor yelled. "I just want this whole mess to be over with!"
"So it is done," Lucas said, snapping his fingers. Connor collapsed to the ground, unconscious. "Of course, that also dispelled the magic I used to put Connor's soul into that body. And without any place for it to go, I now own it. But you probably guessed that," Lucas said, with a chuckle.
"Of course I did," Jake said, examining the husk of his former body on the ground. "It had trap written all over it. But you have Connnor's soul now, right? So will you put me back?"
"Why, I don't believe that was ever a part of the bargain..." Lucas said, with a grin on his face. "That means you're Connor Wilkinson now. Congratulations on your new life. Shame your current boss randomly succombed to a deep coma."
Jake narrowed his eyes. "Alright, you bastard. You win. How do I get my life back?"
"You don't," Lucas said, spreading his arms. "But if you like, I can spare you the misery of trying to live out Connor's life. I don't think you'd last very long as a puritanical teenager, after all."
Jake sighed. "Fine. You win. Take my soul."
"With pleasure," Lucas said, his smirk widening into an evil grin. Jake could feel Lucas's fingers press against his forehead. He was unconscious before he hit the ground.
