...fuck! Something is not quite right...

Chris woke up dizzy, with a killer headache and needing to pee.

               In the way to the bathroom, he bumped into a suitcase, and instead of getting the bathroom, he ended up in the hotel aisle. Trying the door he thought went to the aisle, he found the bathroom.

               He turned on the lights and, just by mere instinct, pulled out his cock from his boxers. Then he noticed the first weird thing.

               The hair peeking out of his underwear was blonde, not brown. And it was a lot less than what he remembered.

               Plus, his underwear wasn't Calvin Klein.

"Fucking jokers…" He muttered, not wanting to think exactly how his bandmates had dyed his pubic hair blond and changed his underwear without him noticing.

               He finished and started washing his hands, frowning a little more when he realized the sink seemed to be lower than last night.

               Then he looked at the mirror.

               To see the worst pin up of Nick Carter ever. Disheveled, no make up, hair sticking in the wrong direction, big bags under his eyes. Chris thought that Justin would probably love that picture and smiled.

               And the Nick in the mirror smiled too.

               Chris blinked.

               Nick blinked.

               Chris placed one hand in the mirror, to see it reflected back. Then, he placed his hand on his cheek, seeing how the Nick in the mirror did the same. Chris placed his other hand on his other cheek, his movements mirrored by Nick.

               Finally, it dawned on him. It was a reflection.

               It was his face.

               And he screamed, his hands still plastered to his checks, and the scream sounded like Nick Carter's terrified voice.

* * *

               Howie Dorough was peacefully sleeping when Nick's blood curling yell woke him up.

               He got up from the bed with a jerk, didn't even bothered with putting something on, and ran into the bathroom where Nick was standing in front of the mirror.

"It's way too early to be doing Maculay Culkin's impressions, Nick." Howie said, turning around to return to his dream.

"Ho… Howie?" Nick called, sounding very confused. Different.

"Yeah, Ni…" Howie stopped in mid-sentence, as he realized exactly what was wrong.

               Nick's eyes were brown.

               And not just any brown, but a brown Howie knew. A deep and rich brown that sometimes was so clear that it could be golden.

"Chris?!"

* * *

               It took Chris about 10 minutes to calm down, and try and understand what was going on. Because, apparently, he was in Nick Carter's body, in Nick's and Howie hotel room.

"Who was your roommate last night?" Howie suddenly asked, as Chris went again through the night's events trying to figure out what had happened.

"Why? You think my friends had something to do with this?" Chris / Nick asked, frowning. Howie sighed. Seeing a Chrisfrown in Nick's face was disturbing.

"No." He explained, slowly. "But if you're in Nick's body… Where do you think Nick is?"

"Shit!!!" Chris' eyes shoot wide open. "I was rooming with Justin!!"

* * *

               The first thing Nick registered was that someone had changed the tune of his cellphone.

               Without even opening his eyes, he blindly grabbed his cell and answered.

"H'lo?"

"Nick? Is that you?"

"Sure, Howie…" Nick was aware that he was really asleep, as his voice sounded freakishly high. "Why are you calling me to my cell?"

"Never mind that, Nick… Look… I need you to go to the bathroom. It's the door to the left, as if you were going to the aisle."

"Why?" Nick frowned. His hair felt weird too, as it scratched his cheek. "What are you planning?"

"Just go, and promise me you won't freak."

"Why would I…?" Nick asked, as he glanced up to the bathroom mirror.

               His voice, the one that didn't' sound like his voice, faded.

               His knees, that were lower than were they were supposed to be, turned to jelly.

               His stomach, bigger than what it was supposed to be, did a summersault jump.

               Because staring right at him, just at eye level, talking to his cellphone, was Chris Kirkpatrick of *N Sync.

"Wha… wha…"

"Don't hyperventilate, Nick." Howie's voice told him, trough the cell. And since Nick had always trusted Howie, he tried to obey. He simply closed his eyes, not wanting to see that face. Or those knees. Or that hair.

"Howie?" He asked, terribly scared. "What's going on?"

"We don't know, Nick… Chris is as confused as you are…"

"Chris? He's there?" Nick asked, before registering what Howie had just said. "He's in my body?!"

"Nick! Calm down!" Howie shushed him. "Yes, he is. He's going to take care of it. But we need to talk… I think we can go 'missing' for a couple of hours, but I don't know if you… Chris can."

"Why don't you ask him?" Nick whispered, refusing to look at himself in the mirror. "He should know, right?"

* * *

               Chris didn't know. That was Lance's job apparently.

               But after a couple more fake starts, they managed to arrange a reunion later that day, in a Starbucks not far away from *N Sync's hotel.

               Unfortunately, that meant that Nick had to spend six hours with *N Sync without them noticing something was not right with Chris.

               Not an easy task.

               Thankful that Kirkpatrick had almost as many dark glasses as AJ, Nick's first hurdle was to find something to wear. Nothing in his closet was his style. And Justin stared at him for a long time making everything harder.

"Chris? Y' all right, bro?"

"Yeah, yeah J… Justin. Just. I'm just tired. That's all…"

"Look, if it's wha JC said, No lissen to him. He a tool." As Justin smiled, Nick faked a smile. He hadn't get a single thing of what the younger *N syncer had said, but he guessed it was something supportive. "We luv y' as y' are. You 'now, bro?"

"I'm just tired, Justin. "Nick had said then, leaving the room quickly.

               He managed to avoid questions by JC and Lance by simply putting on Chris' headphones and standing Busta Rhymes for a while.

               Unfortunately, that was not enough to derail Joey Fatone.

               Because Joey barged in the quiet room and jerked the earphones off Nick's head.

"What's going on, Chris?" He demanded, and Nick noticed for the first time how much shorter Kirkpatrick was.

"Nothing." Nick stepped back, but not fast enough to avoid Joeys' quick hand that grabbed his glasses, revealing his startled blue eyes.

* * *

               Chris almost chocked on his cappuccino when he saw himself and Joey enter the place, followed at a discrete distance by Lonnie and Drew.

"What's…" He began to ask, still wincing upon hearing Nick's voice out of his mouth.

"Sorry, he found out. I'm a lousy actor." Nick shrugged, sitting down.

"Yeah, that you are." Joey agreed, then looked at Chris, who now felt awkward and tall. "Wow."

"That's all you have to say?" Chris/Nick frowned. "Even Howie had more to say! Wow is… Wow is too short!"

"Calm down, Chris." Joey laughed, and sat down. "Say, how did you manage to do this?"

"We don't' know." Nick answered, since they had discussed that to death. "And we don't know how to undo it, either."

"So, Chris and Nick are stuck as each other for a while." Howie finished. "And at a bad time for us too. We're about to start the Millennium tour."

"It's bad for us too." Joey shook his head. "We're finishing the tour."

"And starting a new record." Chris added. "We're fucked!"

* * *

               By the time that contacts were agreed on, and Nick promised to be careful, and Chris promised to behave, Joey's head hurt.

               But he still had one more thing to deal with. So as soon as they finished the last agreement, he grabbed Chris / Nick's elbow and dragged him into the bathroom.

"Are you sure you'll be all right?" He asked, watching Chris shrug. Because tall and blonde, it was still a Chris's gesture.

"Sure. Give me a little credit. "Chris' voice was confident, but since he refused to meet Joey's eyes, Joey knew Chris was lying.

"This is not so easy, Chris. You'll be near him 24 / 7. It's not like hiding your BSB clipping collection from us." Joey insisted.

"I said I'll handle it." Chris answered, then looking at the mirror where a brown eyed Nick was staring back at him. "Besides, Nick is like his younger brother. Nothing will happen between us."