Mirror was used to waking up in a different body. That was kinda his/her thing.

As morning dawned on New York City, Maya stirred in her bed. Rolling over she searched for body heat; she remembered going to bed with Eve, but she seemed to be gone.
Also, the movement drew something else to attention.

It was supposed to be a Maya day.

It was most definitely not a Maya day.

"What the..."

The voice sounded different. Mirror cleared his throat. Did the change not happen? Did an adapted happen to pass by?...

Scrambling out of bed Mirror paused and blinked. It was not his bed. In fact, it was not the Mansion at all.
He was in Danny's apartment.
In Danny's bed.

"WHAT THE F****?! DANNY!"

No. The voice was still wrong.

Scrambling to the nearest mirror, Mirror stared at himself in disbelief.

"Are you **** kidding me?!" said Danny in the mirror, with a look of pure horror on his face "I can change into other people now?!"

It made sense, kind of. Mom had the same power. Mirror had always known he had a littl ebit of shifter in him, he just didn't expect it to manifest quite this way.
And it also didn't explain what he was doing in Danny's apartment.

"DANNY!"

No answer. He scrambled around, checking all rooms, and there was no sight of the guy whose face he was currently wearing. That was worrying.

Did I sleep-mirrorwalk here?...

One hand placed against the mirror debunked that idea.
Mirror could not mirrorwalk anymore.

"You have GOT to be kidding me!"

All right, it's all right, you're fine. Try to shift back.

No such luck.

It was supposed to be a Maya day...

Mirror finally managed to locate Danny's phone. For once he was very, very glad that he had memorized the numbers of important people for emergencies. Although the temptation was great to call Evelyn first, he did not want to freak her out before things were a little clearer. That lest his go-to SOS call:
Sam.

Ring. Ring. RRRiiiiing.

Come on, Sam, wake up.

Mornings weren't fun. They never had been. Allison's head usually didn't hurt quite this much, though. Not that it was unheard of, but it was rare enough to put Alli in a particularly bad and distracted mood as she woke up.

The ringing was not helping. For that matter it might have been the cause; it took Allison a minute to realize there was a noise, and then what it was, locate the phone and figure out how to turn it on. "What?"

If it weren't for the headache, she might have noticed that neither the ringtone nor voice sounded at all like hers. Or she might have opened her eyes. But her head hurt.

There was a God above.

"SAM!" Danny-Mirror yelled into the phone, then checked himself, took a deep breath, and tried again.

"Sam, it's me. It's Mirror. I know I sound different. I think something's wrong with my powers. I'm... I shifted into someone else and I can't shift back. And I... am also in his apartment. Long story, but it seems like I can't mirrorwalk in this form. And he is not home. Could you come get me? This is kind of an emergency. And I have been holding my pee for twenty minutes. Don't you dare laugh. Just come get me."

That was one long breath.

"... Sam?"

The shout did not help the headache.

It did wake Allison up a bit more though, which was probably the only reason she managed to comprehend anything in the quickly rambled not-explanation. To the extent that it was comprehensible, anyway. And even that took several seconds of silence.

Mirror, Mirror... oh right, that was Mirror. Allison was not happy with Mirror. Allison was also not entirely sure how Mirror had gotten her phone number, or why Mirror seemed to think that she was someone else. Not that she'd ever had a great opinion of Mirror's mental abilities....

At least it wasn't just Allison's room that Mirror liked to sneak into. Evidently, it was a habit.

Now, what to do with this. As fun as taunting Mirror seemed, Allison didn't have any great ideas for it. Probably largely because she was still half asleep. She stalled for another half a second before shifting to....

...Okay, so apparently Mirror wasn't the only one who was shifted into someone else. "I don't know how, but I'm going to assume this is your fault."

>>"I don't know how, but I'm going to assume this is your fault."

"Everything is always my fault Sam, I practically have that in my job description." Mirror quipped. Sam did not sound very awake at all. Let alone pleased.

"It's not like I wanted to end up here! I must have... sleepwalked, dunno, or maybe I have amnesia from the shift. I have never shifted into another person before! My mother does that, not me. And I definitely never wanted to be Danny, even my subconscious is not that messed up. Just... come and get me, okay? Please?"

Uh-oh. The magic word. Mirror really was in trouble.

"You sleepwalk into peoples' apartments now? Lovely." Not that Mirror ever had tried that excuse with Allison... or that Allison would have believe it. Correctly, it seemed.

"So," Allison cast her voice up, high and cheerful in a way that was almost always a threat if used by anyone over the age of fourteen. And weird, in whoever's voice this was, but that worked for the moment. "Since your amazing new power is apparently spreading somehow, who is Sam?"

>>"You sleepwalk into peoples' apartments now? Lovely."

"You can judge me later."

Sheesh, Sam was really not a morning person. Danny-Mirror frowned and ran a hand through unfamiliar hair.
Ick.

>>"So. Since your amazing new power is apparently spreading somehow, who is Sam?"

"Wh... Oh come on, Sam, it's not funny!" he growled. Sam was doing some weird thing with his voice. Mirror assumed he was just waking up. Probably hung over. Glorious leader of the X-men.

"You're the team leader or whatever, you can cut it out of my paycheck. Just come get me before Danny gets home, I really don't wanna try to explain why I stole his mug."

Judge Mirror later? Sure. Along with earlier, and currently. At the moment though, there were other things to focus on.

"Oh, I agree." Polite, rather than cheerful now, but just as false. "I am--supposed to be--Allison. You might remember the last time we talked, Mirror." Before you vanished again. Not that Allison really minded all that much, but still. It didn't raise her opinion of Mirror at all.

Allison tried to shift to sitting cross-legged, and sucked a breath in as not-her leg touched the other. That was cold. A glance down explained it. "So, I take it Sam has ice powers?"

>>"Oh, I agree. I am--supposed to be--Allison. You might remember the last time we talked, Mirror. So, I take it Sam has ice powers?"

"Seriously, Sam, this is not..."

Allison.
Baby.
Aura.
Allison.

"Oh God." Danny-Mirror felt himself pale. For a second a random though surfaced in his mind: If I die of a heart attack now, the entire building is toast.

"Oh. My. God."

So, it's wasn't a brand new shiny mutant power.
It was a body swap.

"Allison?! What the hell are you doing in Sam's body?!"

Yes, 'oh God' seemed like a valid reaction.

...The first time. Apparently Mirror was now stuck. "God isn't answering. I already did. Are you done now?"

Oh good they were. With the Gods, anyway. Allison was content to continue making snide comments on other things, as long as the topic actually moved along. "I would love to know that. But I'm assuming it's your fault. Now who is Sam?"

The room... wasn't one that Allison recognized, once she bothered looking around. Honestly, that was for the best; if she was in the body of someone she didn't know but a room she did, that would have just made everything stranger.... It wasn't especially clean or messy, though there was a dog staring at her in apparent confusion.

...Allison felt a bit sorry for the dog. This was probably even more confusing for it than it was for her, and she was already thoroughly unhappy.

>>"God isn't answering. I already did. Are you done now?"

Oh, he had not even really started yet. Not by a long shot.
Allison was in Sam's body. But then where was Sam? In Allison's body? Or locked into his own head together with Allison?
Which one was scarier?...

>>"I would love to know that. But I'm assuming it's your fault. Now who is Sam?"

"It's NOT my..."

Deep. Breath.

"Sam is my boss." he said shortly, explanations could wait "And friend. I am assuming you are at the Mansion? Are you at the Mansion?"

Did she even know what she had gotten into?

"... are you feeling... cold?"

Oh look, Allison got a reaction. Or part of one, anyway. Either way it was amusing.

Not particularly informative, though. Sam was Mirror's boss. Probably. Possibly the boss of whoever Mirror was possessing, if they were feeling like being especially unhelpful and had a different perspective on 'self' than Allison did. Since Allison didn't know Mirror's boss, it wasn't very helpful either way. As for the Mansion.... "How should I know? Where else might he be?" The room could be in the Mansion. It could plausibly be in Sanctuary, but Allison was fairly sure that Mirror's boss wouldn't have been there. It could also be in any of a number of apartment buildings, or even a small house. There really wasn't anything to tell Allison where she was, or at least nothing that she could actually identify. "There's a dog staring at me." That might, if she was lucky, be enough to tell Mirror... and Mirror might actually bother to share the information in less than half an hour. But Allison didn't know what being stared at by a dog meant.

"Apart from... the leg," it really wasn't Allison's, "being half covered in ice, no. Should I be?" This would really be easier if Mirror had bothered to answer who Sam was.

>>"How should I know? Where else might he be?"

Any bedroom in New York City?... With Sam, that was a distinct possibility. Not that Mirror was judging, or anything. She groaned in Danny's voice.

>>"There's a dog staring at me. Apart from... the leg... being half covered in ice, no. Should I be?"

Mirror exhaled.

"You are at the Mansion." the dog kind of gave it away "Stay where you are, okay? Don't leave the room. Don't worry about the dog, it's Sam's dog. And don't... um, be careful with your powers. Sam can create ice, and freeze things. Be careful. I'll... er, get there as soon as I can."

After blearily stumbling through the halls of the Mansion a bit, Danny finally relocated Mirror's room. He'd been there before, of course, but he'd kind of gotten lost to find it, so he was surprised to have found it again. From there, he tried to remember the last time he was here at the path that they'd followed - which hadn't been all too long ago, and even though he found himself hopelessly lost in the mirror world at some point and terrified a couple of pedestrians, he managed to step out at a location within walking distance of his apartment. From there, it was easy enough to take the elevator up to where he lived. If his memory served him right, he had gone to sleep in his apartment last night, so Mirror would, theoretically, be there in his body. And then maybe he could lose these infernal... attachments. To his chest. He had no idea how girls could function.

And, the door was locked. Of course. Good thing Danny had a backup plan for when he got locked out.

But unlike most normal people's, it wasn't a key under a doormat or anything like that. No, he went outside and scaled the building. He made it all the way up to his balcony before he realized that he could've just used Mirror's powers again.

He wasn't really used to having a useful mutation.

Inside, he could hear - oh my god, that was horribly disorienting. His own voice could be heard from inside the unlocked doors, and he slipped in as Mirror in his own body spoke. She seemed to be on the phone with somebody, from what he could hear. And that was his phone, dammit. He didn't like it when people touched his phone. Especially when they were in his bedroom in... his body.

That was really, really weird to see in person. He'd seen the effects on two other people, but with himself? Disorienting as hell.

He stood there just kind of gaping for a moment, because as corny as it was, the back of his head looked kind of obnoxious. Did his hair really look like that? Jeez, no wonder he didn't have a significant other. But after a while, he figured it was probably time to speak.

"Er, Mirror?" he said, wincing at the far-too-high sound that came out of his mouth. "Presumably? Yeah, you seem to have my body, and I seem to have yours, and I don't know about you, but I really want mine back."