Flynn slept. In his sleep, he dreamed. His dreams were of the prior day, patrolling the "Peace, Love, Power" rally. He had been moving invisibly within the crowd, honing his skills while making sure no one started anything that would ruin the event. His mind scape flowed, various scenes from the day flitting by. The pickpocket he put down and delivered to the cops, the water mutants flowing about and creating artistic designs that wowed the crowd, a few friends he had seen there, including a few fighting buddies, and even a few enemies. Those images and more he dreamed, deep in slumber.

A scene coalesced....a green-eyed baker pushing a cart along. He saw his friend Michael getting a baked treat from the baker. He waited until Michael had wondered off and returned into view. He joined two others awaiting muffins. One of the people he had seen at KP, weeks before. The black pony tail, chiseled features, and the beginnings of a scar on his back reminded Flynn of one of the combatants. Next to him was an older fellow. White hair, longer than the other guy, kinda thin. As the three accepted muffins from the baker, Flynn wondered what the guy's power was. He looked up at the gentleman's face and was surprised to see the horn protruding from his forehead. Flynn stumbled backward, having tripped a bit and the pony tailed guy caught him. The horned guy grabbed his arm at the same time to help right him. After hurried apologies, they each had taken their leave.

The dreams continued all thru the night. Flynn dreamed of running thru a field as a horse, of being an old man, of being a small baby in a patch of leaves during a cold fall day. Those and more that he had never dreamed of. His sleep wasn't as fitful as usual. The dreams of his allies being killed in a military operation gone bad never came to him that night.

Then morning came. The light shining into the window awoke him. He rolled around, pulling the sleeping bag up over his head to keep the sun off of him and allow a few more peaceful moments of sleep. Wait a second...sleeping bag? He slept with sheets and a blanket, not a sleeping bag! Flynn threw the covering off and sat up. He opened his eyes and looked around. The room was new, not like the abandoned tenement building he had been squatting at. There was paint buckets and drop cloths littering the floor. The bare mattress was right on the floor, not unlike his usual situation. He got up and stumbled when he was suddenly upright sooner than he was used to. He sidestepped a bit, and heard the crunch as his foot stepped on something. He picked up his foot and looked down. Pain receptors in his brain firing off from the glass shards that had cut into the bottom of his small foot. Small foot? What was going on?

Flynn had to find something to bandage his foot before anything. He sat back down on the mattress and picked out the glass in his foot. He noticed the now broken reading glasses he had stepped on. He looked about and saw a half sewn shirt off to the side. Flynn grabbed it and went to rip a strip from it and again his small size worked against him. He had not the strength to make even the smallest tear. He felt tears coming into his eyes, an almost childlike reaction to not getting his way. He grabbed his foot and dabbed the blood off with the shirt. Then he noticed that under the blood, the rips in his skin had completely healed. He didn't even feel any pain from the wound. This was definitely weird.

Flynn got back up and blew his nose on the other side of the shirt and dried his eyes. He then went off seeking answers. There were newspapers on the floor near the mattress. The date was only a day ago so time travel was ruled out. He decided to go invisible in case this was some evil mutant's plot. No matter how hard he concentrated on it, his power did not work. Well no matter, he heard nothing and saw no one hostile. He went thru the room and found a set of clothes that were too big for him. In the pocket there was a passport, drivers license(from some other country), and some U.S. cash. The passport and license had the same picture...a slightly younger version of the horned man he had seen the day before, the one he had dreamed about. Perhaps this was some part of the guy's power in action.

Flynn padded around looking for something to wear. He wondered why he was size altered. Then he found the bathroom. He had to get five paint cans, no easy feat in his weakened state, and stack them up in a pyramid before he could get up high enough to see himself in the mirror. He looked into the mirror and saw not a shorter version of himself, but a child. He had white hair, as long as his shoulder blades, blue eyes instead of green, a Mediterranean look about him instead of the east coast American one. The weirdest thing he noticed though was the little white-furred tail. It was at this point in the morning that Flynn screamed...

Left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot. At least she got stuck in somebody's body who did not have a problem walking. No offense to the man, but Fade would go crazy if she ended up in Professor Xavier's body, although it was a funny thought. This was not funny though, not funny at all. As he hurried down the street, walking with a bit more of a butt shake than usual for men, Fade was used to walking in a straight line! However, her walk could not even go in a straight line because she ran into the biggest discomfort: her 'boy parts'!

Although Fade had already been trying it the whole day, her powers did not transfer over to his body, so what power did she have? What was her name anyways? Focusing on her powers, she walked down the street, attempting to use them when someone bumped into her and fell down immediately. Wow, so this guy had the power to push people over, weird. When he hurried down to help the man that fell, his mouth gapped open. Good Lord! He was convulsing! Or something, what ever his body was doing, Fade did not like one bit and she tried to steady him, but everyone who witnessed started up with the dreaded word:

"MUTANT!" Some people fled while others tried to help the man who was having a Seizure. "I'm so sorry, I'm soooo sooo sorry. I can't explain, I can't-" she started, raising his voice to a higher pitch and placing his hand over his mouth. Now he looked awkward. Not knowing what else to say, she let a tear run down her face and stormed away from the scene, running on his toes. Once she was far enough away, the pace decreased only to hear a scream coming from the building beside her. It was a child's scream and she dreaded she had given a child a seizure. Running inside, he ran around, searching for the child when he found the door to the boys bathroom.

"He-hello?" he asked, knocking on the door. After only a second of waiting, it dawned on her: she was a man, she could bloody well go into the boys bathroom if she wanted to! Opening the door, he walked in to see a horned boy staring in the mirror. Maybe he just grew his horn! Or maybe he had a zit...? "What? What is it? What is wrong?"

Flynn turned around at the sound of the voice. Covering his nakedness with his hands. Without knowing he had actually grown a few years. His subconscious was trying to deal with the face he had just looked in a mirror and seen himself as but a child. He had inadvertently triggered the mutant power of Sebastian, the mutant whose body he was inhabiting. A horn had started to sprout from his forehead. when he had aged,which was when this man had come into the bathroom.

Flynn had no idea who it was that he had encountered. He had aged to around ten when he was interrupted. The hormones of a child still raging thru him, Flynn started crying at what he had discovered. He wished he could turn invisible to melt away into nothingness and flee. Try as he might; he could not make his own ability work. He did the next best thing and ran around the wall of the toilet stall and closed the door, locking the flimsy metallic lock. He sat on the seat of the toilet, his knees pulled up to his chest, arms around them, and wailed.

"Go Away, Leave me Alone!"

Oh, damn, it was becoming ridiculous. It was bad enough that she was a he but to put the cherry on top of her 'fantastic' day, now she made a little horned boy cry! What could she do? What kind of man stopped and asked the boy to come out using sweet words and beautiful smiles. Well, maybe he liked man-stuff, like if Fade said she had a bomb and she'd let him blow something up if he could find - oh seriously? Just because she was a man, did not mean she had to be heartless, it just meant SHE GOT TO PEE STANDING UP! Why hadn't she tried that yet?

"Come on out here, it's ok," he cooed, well, in the deepest voice she could muster to not sound too weird. "I'm not gonna hurtcha, just trust me," he said. Well, he could be trusted as a young redhead but now Fade was a shaved-headed man with a deep voice and the power to make anyone have a seizure. Hell, Fade would never want to run into this guy once she was young again.

The sound of an adult voice somehow soothed him a little. Flynn took stock and shook himself. Where were the tears coming from? Why was he so young? These thoughts rushed thru the young child head of Flynn as he struggled to regain control of himself. He wasn't fond of having been six or seven as it was. It wasn't until he had gotten to be around fifteen or sixteen and gained the extra couple of inches that he had begun liking his life. Of course the basketball team liked him as well.

'Wait a second, what is brushing across my shoulder,' Flynn thought to himself. He looked and noticed it was his own hair. It was still white but it had grown down to his shoulders and now it was still growing. It stopped right around the middle of his back he figured from the feel of it. He had regained some control over his emotions as well. He wasn't all so sure of the person on the other side of the door but he felt a little rebellious toward the authority the older man represented.

Flynn got up and prepared to open the door. It was then that he looked forward and realized he was having to look down to see the latch. It wasn't eye level anymore. HE also noticed that his head wasn't the only thing growing white hair, although this other spot had quite a few more curls. Somehow he was aging. That must be it. He went to give himself a head slap and shoved his hand square on a few extra inches of horn that had grown. He saw a small cut and he knew he would have to clean it up. He opened the door. The child that had walked into the bathroom stall now walked out an eighteen or so old man.

Within the time it took the odd looking boy to walk out of the bathroom, he had...grown? Now suddenly there was an older teenager in front of the man who was supposed to be a woman! What the hell was happening today? First she was a man, then she ran into a girl she recognized or...not, and she caused someone to squeal around on the ground...did I mention she was a man!

"Whoa, hey, uh, did you have a little brother in there?" he asked. She was not used to looking odd to others, well, really it was that she was not used to being stared at like a man. First off, no one was staring at her chest, which was very nice, she enjoyed that, but now all the girls stared at her man teeth. When she was a girl, when other girls looked at her teeth, that meant that she had something gross in them, so it constantly kept her rubbing her man teeth. "Are you, uh, are you OK?" she stumbled over her words, still trying to get used to this thing that bobbed up and down in her throat called an Adams Apple.

"little brother. I don't have a little brother. What's happening to me? I woke up in a bed down the way and I was a little child, now I have a horn, a tail, and I've grown ten years in a matter of minutes. The face I look into in the mirror isn't mine!" With that, Flynn looked over at the mirror He saw the reflection of a stranger within once more, although this one had longer hair amd a longer horn poking out of his head. He came across with his fist for emphasis and busted the mirror int a million little fragments that cascaded down like raindrops mixed with newly released blood into the sink and floor. Within moments though, Flynn was fully healed, staring at his hand in disbelief once more.

"What are you doing here? How are you all involved in this? I want answers!" He shook his blood covered fist at the man at the door. Flynn wasn't surre if he was going to age at an increasing rate or what. If he was going to die from whatever had happened to him he wanted to take the person responsible with him. At least he was still at his prime at this time. He popped up five different scenarios in his mind on how to keep this person from running off, taking them down, interrogation, silencing them, even killing them if need be.

"At least you were a guy when you went to bed and a guy when you woke up! Hell, I'm supposed to be a girl!" she said, slightly panicking. What the hell had happened to her? What the hell had happened to them? She ran her fingers through her hair, or at least tried to. She had little hair, little stubs on her head. What had happened to her luxorious red hair? That slightly wavy hair of hers that she would throw up in a bun when she was stressed. Why was this happening to her? Oh why?

He healed himself. So he was a healer? Or maybe he had become a healer? What exactly was he before? "So since you claim that's not your body, and I swear this isn't mine, what the hell happened to us? Is this some kind of dream that we both got pulled into? Do I know you from somewhere? My girl name is Fade, I guess now I'm someone called Seizure, or something like that." If only she could turn invisible and hide from the world until she was returned to her natural self, now that was a thought...

"I don't know if we've met. I go by the name Hyde. I don't know anyone that could do something like this." Flynn wasn't lying, and now he had grown a little more so he was in a better frame of mind. He started thinking out loud..."Well we were put in these bodies...where are our bodies? Is someone inhabiting them like we are these? Perhaps we should check it out. Where did you fall asleep last night? I was in my...wait, do you have a cell phone?"

Flynn moved past the other bodily displaced person and back into the hall. Moving back to the room he began to look for phone. Perhaps a call to his cell phone would help him find his body, as long as the person on the other end was stuck like he was and not the mastermind of such a devious plan.