[Lost] Freaky Friday - Betty/Amara

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All my fic is so serious, I decided it was time for something a little lighter.

Amara woke from a happy dream, back in the hot house, surrounded by flowers and heat, the moisture on her skin was so real she could almost taste it. She stretched lazily and rolled over to see just whose bed she had to sneak out of this time. Empty. Strange. She was sure she’d made a plan to find someone to go home with last night. Maybe they’re in the shower?

She sat up blinking and looked around. Not a familiar room, but something familiar about the place. She glanced down and frowned. Eugh, pyjamas? What person of dubious tastes had coaxed her into *those*. Then she frowned some more. Something didn’t seem quite right about her legs.

My God, Robyn, what *did* you take last night? She tilted her head and, feeling cool air on the back of her neck, lifted her hand a little cautiously to her hair. Then she shrieked. Someone had cut all her hair off!

She stumbled over to the door, trembling, and peered out in to the corridor. She knew this place… So… Altair? She bit her lip. Ooh! Or Penny!

The prospect would have been all the more thrilling if she wasn’t still mourning the loss of her beautiful hair. As her eyes scanned back around the room, they fell on a spattering of items that didn’t speak to Altair or Penny’s tastes.

Slowly it registered.

This is… Betty’s room.

A whisper of a thrill rippled through her gut.

I banged Betty!

An idiot smile crept across her face. She loved Darklings! Maybe she was in the shower? If not, Amara felt pretty sure she needed one. She seemed to be lacking her usual floral scent, and her skin felt a little… well. Clearly she had not had the best night.

So out into the corridor she crept, and along the hall, peering awkwardly at doors until she found one ajar. Bathroom! But no Betty. Oh well…

She slipped in a little surreptitiously and closed the door firmly behind her. It was only in crossing to the shower that she caught something out of the corner of her eye that stopped her dead in her tracks. Slowly she turned to the mirror. Then she blinked. Twice.

Then she burst into tears.

She wailed for a full five minutes before wiping her eyes enough to look again, the sight that met her bringing another flood of tears. Then she came flying back out of the bathroom at a pace and fumbled her way over the house, until she found a phone. Could she even remember Phoenix’s number?

Trembling, she punched a number in, hoping desperately that it was the right one. When a familiar warm voice answered at the other end, she froze for a moment. What to say? Then she began to cry again.

“Sparky?” she sniffled miserably. “I think I’ve done something really stupid again… -- -- NO I AM NOT ON COKE!” She sniffled again. “At – at least, I don’t *think* I am…”