Disconnected.

That's the best word Kenzi can come up with to describe how it felt being in Dyson's body. Sure, there was power, right under her skin (or his), but there was this huge hole inside her (him – this body swapping business was confusing) that made her feel weird.

But to be perfectly honest none of it felt right and Kenzi was relieved to be back in her tiny human body.

She preferred to wear the awesome boots than just look at them.

Back in her tiny body, in her awesome boots, and looking up at Dyson, even though she was sitting on the high bar stool and he was standing next to her, she couldn't help but to hug him extra hard. He deserved to feel t least some connection.

It became a thing. Her hugging Dyson with all she had.

Every time she and Bo were leaving the Dal and Dyson was there, she hugged him goodbye. Every time she noticed him drinking by himself, she walked over and hugged him. Every time she was in a good mood and he wasn't smiling as well, every time she bought a new pair of shoes – she hugged him.

She kept hugging him weeks after the body swap and nobody said a word, which was fine with her.

Dyson asked her once what was all the hugging about. She shrugged and tried very hard not to look like a kid who was caught stealing from the cookie jar.

"Look, Dee, I know that no amount of hugs is going to fill that hole you have in your chest," she said quietly putting her hand on his chest. "And I'm still Bo's best friend, so I'm not switching to your camp any time soon. But you're a good man. Wolf. Fae…" None of the words felt right. "You're a good Dyson and I just want you to be happy… er, happier."

She shrugged, because she didn't know how else to explain it, but she had to say something right, because Dyson's expression shifted from amused to gentle.

"Thank you, Kenzi," he said with a smile.

"It's nothing. I'm awesome like that."

He chuckled at that.

The next time she hugged him, he hugged her back.