Switcheroo Issue 8

Switcheroo
Issue 8

By Melanie E.

Just like PFH, sorry for the long wait!

Horus is on the line, and Lou is less than happy about it. What could the mysterious information peddler have this time, and what will Lou have to give up in exchange?

EDIT: Now with corrected outline with chapters 6 and 7 linked by request!

(For those of you looking for superhero fights -- I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I promise they're coming! Issue Ten at the latest!)

Chapter 15
Insecurities

"It is so nice to hear your dulcet tones yet again, my dear Switcheroo. Have you... adapted, to your new role, yet?"

"What do you want, Horus."

A sigh emmanated from the other end of the line. "Ah, I guess you are still having issues, then. To be expected, given the nature of your changes. As to my reasons for calling -- by now I would guess you have at least started the reconstruction of the pieces of the puzzle, even if the solution should still elude you."

"You knew. Even before you met with us, you already knew who she was working for," I barked down the line, feeling the itch in my teeth that usually preceded changing into my lioness form.

"Of course I knew, but that information was not on the table for bargaining at the time, and even had it been, you would not have been ready to accept it."

"You bastard." I fought to control my anger, even as Mr. Stone gestured to me that I needed to keep him talking. "Tell me what you know about McCree."

"Alas, that is not something I can share as of yet. I can, however, present you with information on where our Lady Weaver shall next be easily available, should you care to bargain for it."

"Bargain for it?"

"Yes, bargain. Though I must warn you, you are not going to like it."

-

"It's all a game to him. Who wins, who loses, who dies, he doesn't care."

"Be that as it may, he's the best lead we have on this. And the two of you are going to be responsible for handling any and all dealings with him."

Totem looked less than pleased with this pronouncement, but Mr. Stone's tone of voice told both of us that his words were final.

Not that I was happy with the state of things, either. After all, Totem just had to be the diplomat who dealt with the bastard. I was the one he had plans for.

Horus's demand had been simple. In exchange for the information on where Weaver would be, and a promise that we would have her, we were expected to make a promise of our own. A promise I was less than willing to give in to.

"Why didn't he ask us to stop the MDSPF's investigations into him? Or another raid like the one he had us do on the warehouse? This is ridiculous!"

Mr. Stone rubbed the bridge of his nose as he glared at me. "I don't know why, but you're damn well better going to do what he asked or so help me I will MAKE you, are we clear."

"Crystal," I said calmly, but glaring right back at him.

Whatever Horus's plans might have been, his demand had been that I had to start presenting as a girl. What in the hell kind of a demand was that for him to make?! It made no sense to any of us, yet he had been adamant.

"Just tell me what your demand is."

"I want to see you in a pretty dress."

"Go to hell."

"My dear, I am Horus. I have seen hell many times. If you want your information, you will have to prove to me that you take being our beloved Switcheroo serious. As Switcheroo is always a woman, this is of course part of your duties to the station.

Otherwise, no information."

He had hung up immediately after that, leaving me standing there with a dead phone line and a rising sense of frustration.

The way I saw it, Totem was right, it was nothing but a game to him. But what kind of game? And why was I a part of it anyhow?

"Sir, I don't know what you expect me to do. It's not like I can afford to just go out and buy a new wardrobe or something."

"Why not? The MDSPF provides you with free living quarters here and a mess hall, I don't see what else you're spending your money on."

"I am NOT wasting my money on... clothes!"

"RAAAAH!" Mr. Stone screamed as he slammed his fist into his desk, splintering it on impact. "YOU will do what is necessary! I have HAD IT with your attitude, and frankly it's about time you faced the facts."

"Just what is that supposed to mean?"

With fury in his eyes, Stone turned from me to Totem. "Get her out of here and explain things. Please, before I do something I'll regret."

"Come on," Totem said, grabbing my arm and dragging me out the door as quickly as she could. As soon as we were clear of it, the door slid into place with a resounding 'thunk.'

Totem stared at me with disbelief. "I can't believe you spoke to him like that!"

"It's fricken' clothes!"

The last thing I ever expected was for Totem, Jami, to slap me.

"What was that for?"

"You just said it yourself! It's. Just. Clothes. Dammit, Lou, when's the last time you really looked at yourself?"

I gave her my best death-stare. "This morning, when I saw what you had put me in."

"And what did you see?"

I couldn't answer her. Instead, I turned away, and stomped off toward my room.

"You already mostly wear girl's clothes anyhow, Lou."

"I don't wanna hear this."

"Your body's just not built for the guy's stuff any more!"

"I don't wanna hear this!"

"You don't really have a choice any more!"

"DAMMIT, LEAVE ME ALONE!"

I slammed the 'close door' button on the inside of my room's door frame, but nothing happened, and Totem stormed into my room, grabbing me by the arm again and dragging me into the bathroom.

"Look at yourself. Look!"

I did.

-

"Pleeease, Lou? PLEEEEEASE?"

I looked down into Lesli's eyes, and felt my strength start to wane.

"Can't we play something else, Lesli? Everyone will laugh at me if they see."

"No they won't! I'll make you look sooo pretty, everyone will love you!" She said it with all the conviction of a seven year old who knew that it was only a matter of time before her older brother gave her her way, and that smile that always melted my heart.

*sigh* "Alright, but I'll only play with you inside of the house, okay?"

"Yay! Thank you, Lulu!"

"Lulu?"

"That's what I'm calling you while we play!"

Suddenly I had a feeling this would be the longest Saturday ever.

I had no idea where she found a dress in my size. It wasn't one of hers, and it certainly wasn't one of our mother's, but nevertheless there it was. No shoes, and my short hair looked rather rediculous even at that age, but it looked better on me than I had expected it to, and soon I completely forgot about it as we played together.

"Kids, I'm home! Lesli honey, I brought you a -- Louis James Phelps, what the hell are you wearing! Get out of that piece of shit this instant or I have half a mind to make you wear it to school on Monday!"

I looked over at Lesli, and I could see the fear in her face. Fear of what would happen if I told our mother the truth.

Hiding my own fear the best I could, I turned back to our mother. "I'm sorry Mom, I just thought it would be fun to play with Lesli for a little bit."

"Don't you DARE talk back to me, young man," she said, reaching out and grabbing the sundress by the neck, trying to rip it off of me. "If I EVER catch you dressed like this again, you will get a whipping like you won't believe!"

I cried as she dragged me to my room by the neck of the dress while Lesli watched, tears in her own eyes, but too afraid to do anything.

-

"Lou? LOU!"

"Grrrrgh, wha?"

Everything was fuzzy when I first opened my eyes, but it wasn't long before Totem's worried face swam into view above me.

"What happened?"

"Lou, I'm sorry. Are you alright? I dragged you over to the mirror and you looked at yourself, but then your eyes just went blank and you fainted."

That would explain the headache, I thought as I tried to sit up. At least this time I was still wearing the sweats I had slipped into before heading off to talk to Mr. Stone.

"I'm fine," I said, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. "And for what it's worth, I'm sorry too."

One good thing about my involuntary nap was that it seemed to have drained all my energy for feeling angry, and now I was left with nothing but grim disappointment with what I knew was expected of me. They might be right about how I looked, and what I needed to do.

But there was no way I was giving up without a fight.

"Jami?"

"Yeah?"

"If we're gonna do this, I've got some requirements of my own."

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NOTES:

Okay, I know a lot of people probably won't be very happy with this chapter, and BEFORE THE ANTI-MARTIAL CROWD STARTS YELLING ABOUT UNFAIRNESS, I should point out a few things:

A) Lou isn't the only person on the team who's been having issues dealing with things lately. Martial, as the director of their team, is being held personally responsible by the entire MDSPF for Weaver's infiltration, something that will probably be touched on more later in the story. This might not forgive his behavior, but it does go a ways to explaining it.

B) We're only seeing things from Lou's side, and trust me, s/he's a snarkier piece of work than most of the dialogue so far has let on. I'll be working on getting this through better later, but writing a superhero story's a new experience for me, so I hope a few issues in style/substance will be forgiven.

Alright, now let the comments rip!

Melanie E.



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