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[renegade_reaper]

Beat ain't a late sleeper usually, but for some reason, he hadda been exhausted. By the time he had woken up, the sun was comin' into his hut, shinin' real bright in his eyes. He hid his face in his pillow, though even then, even half-asleep as he was, he started feelin' somethin' was wrong

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[turnthebadinme]

Something wasn't right in the Compound. Up for the better part of an hour already, Serena hadn't found any of her friends from home yet. Even Blair had been awake before her, though that wasn't really unusual. At least her bed was slept in and her things still around, the ache of disappearance blessedly absent, but then, Nate and Chuck were nowhere to be seen, too. Serena had sat in the kitchen a while to watch what was going on and get breakfast, but it was all so much busier and noisier than usual, and she'd left quickly.

Heading over to Beat's, she knocked on the door to no response. She was preparing to knock again, and louder, when she heard what sounded like a shriek, followed by a muffled voice. "Beat," she called, already opening the door to step inside, "hey, are you o-" She stopped, halfway through the door, and stared. Frowning, she took a deep breath and crossed her arms, glancing around and back again at the half-naked girl in the bed. "What exactly's going on here?"

[renegade_reaper]

There was things Beat probably oughta thought 'bout, like how he should cover up since he had stuff to cover now, or realize how bad this probably looked to Serena right now. The whole changin' to a girl thing was 'bout the only thing he could focus on, though, an' it didn't take him long to go over to Serena, one hand keeping the boxers up, while the other went to rest on her shoulders.

"You gotta help me, Serena," he said, soundin', understandably, still panicked. This ain't right, an' he wasn't wakin' up still, an' if this wasn't a dream, he didn't know how to handle this. "I jus' woke up an' - I don't wanna be a girl! What is goin' on?"

[turnthebadinme]

Serena recoiled, flinching at the touch. Already prepared to bolt, as if that could erase what was happening now, her head swam with accusations and uncertainties. "I don't have to do anything," she interrupted, expression twisting in indignation. Denial could only go so far, after all, even for her.

She didn't want to listen to anything being said, but still some of it made it through the fog, and her gaze snapped back to the girl, focusing on her face more clearly now. She was uncomfortably close and bewilderingly familiar, her appeal for help leaving Serena less than charitably disposed. The panic and the sense of the words cut through at last, and Serena shook her head, eyes wide with panic of her own, still hurt and angry, but now confused on top of the rest. She pressed a hand to her face, closing her eyes. "No. No, no, no," she said, "you're - you know, I've heard a lot, but - but that's a new one. See, I would have gone with 'but I'm his sister,' but that's, that's more original, very clever

[renegade_reaper]

Beat found himself bewildered for a moment too, ain't gettin' why she was actin' the way she did, an' then it hit him. He stepped away, lookin' guilty at not realizin' sooner.

"Naw, man, it ain't like that. It's me, Beat," he said, motionin' to himself. "You gotta believe me. I jus' woke up an' - an' I looked like this."