"It can't be. What on earth is that doing here?"

Chloe reached out to pick up the strange-looking object that Lucifer had just spotted at their crime scene.

"Don't touch it!", he yelled, voice panicky, jumping towards her from halfway across the room. Her fingers barely brushed along the surface of it just as Lucifer reached for it. She felt a jolt as if from an electric current, then everything went black.

Chloe awoke in a hospital bed, feeling groggy. Something was definitely off. She sat up, putting her hand to her temple. She had the mother of all headaches. She pulled her hand down slowly, then stopped, and stared at it, mouth hanging open. That was not her hand. Not her arm, either. She put both hands on her face, feeling the contour. That was definitely not her face either. Panic started to well up.

"Right. You're back. First things first, don't freak out."

She turned to the source of the voice and came face to face with herself. If she hadn't already been about to panic, this would definitely have done the trick.

The other Chloe raised a hand in a calming gesture. "I know this is all very confusing, detective, but please trust me and we will have this fixed in no time."

The woman was speaking with her voice, but with a British accent. Oh God. This just couldn't be. She was dreaming. Definitely dreaming.

"Lucifer?", she asked dazedly, then stopped in shock as she heard her own voice. She was hallucinating. That was the only possible explanation. She'd hit her head or something and now she was dreaming up some crazy nonsense. But my God did it feel real. She chanced another glance at herself. The woman who looked like her was wearing a hospital gown, and looking at her as if she expected her to freak out any moment now.

"What the hell happened?", she asked, and finally realized what was wrong with her voice. She looked at her shaking hands again. Lucifer's hands. Lucifer's voice. Sans the accent.

"I'm not feeling well. I think I'm hallucinating. Can you get a doctor in here please?"

The woman who couldn't possibly be her gave her a pitying look. "I'm afraid the doctors won't be able to help in this case. But I have a solution, just trust me."

Chloe looked at her own hands again, feeling the onset of what she could only describe as a panic attack. The woman sat down on the side of the bed, covering her (Lucifer's, she thought panicky, Lucifer's) much larger hands with hers (Mine. My hands).

"Listen to me, detective. This whole mess was caused by a divine artifact. It's used to collect and transport souls. You don't need to worry about the details. The point is, when we both touched it, there was some sort of mix-up and we ended up like this. Now, I think if we manage to retrieve it, and touch it again at the same moment, we should be back where we belong in no time. Easy peasy. Detective? Are you listening to me?"

"You're saying we- swapped- brains?", she said, trying to ignore the fact that she was freaking speaking with Lucifer's voice.

"Brain patterns, souls, no need to get into philosophical details. The point is, I can get us back to normal, if you trust me. Do you trust me?"

Chloe didn't even trust herself at the moment. She felt the sudden urge to giggle hysterically, but managed to push it down. Instead, she nodded. At herself.

"Right. So, what I need you to do is check out of the hospital. Tell them your name is Lucifer Morningstar, you're feeling fine, no, you don't want any scan of your brain or any other procedure to figure out what happened. Can you do that?"

Chloe nodded again. Yes, she could probably do that.

"Great. Good luck."

Chloe stared at the bundle of clothes in her hand. She had managed to check herself out of the hospital without any incident. She'd somehow convinced them that she was Lucifer Morningstar. Thank God nobody here actually knew Lucifer or they might have wondered about the accent. No way would she have gotten away with her British accent.

She stared at the clothes again. They had been returned to her, to get dressed and leave the hospital. She'd opened the hospital gown, and frozen in place, realizing she was undressing Lucifer. Now, she just stood there, unsure how to proceed. Was she making a terrible mistake? If all of this was a hallucination, wasn't it better to tell the doctors about it?

There was a knock on the door, and she'd never get used to hearing somebody else talk with her voice. It sounded so strange, like a recording of your own voice being played back at you. Come to think of it, Lucifer's voice sounded different than usual as well. What she heard when she spoke now was probably how he sounded to himself. Her head was starting to spin a little.

"Detective? Everything okay in there? I'm coming in."

She watched herself enter the room, and for a second she almost fainted as the whole reality of what was happening to her came crashing down on her again. She'd never truly appreciated how tall Lucifer really was until this moment. She looked down on herself, wondering if she had turned insane. And if she'd turned insane, was she really Lucifer who had started thinking like her or was she still herself and imagined that she looked like Lucifer?

"Detective? Stop thinking about it. It won't help. Just go with it. One step at a time. Just get dressed, then let's get out of here and track down the artifact."

Chloe nodded. Right, get dressed. She looked down at the hospital gown she was wearing, suddenly very much aware of the naked body underneath. It wasn't just the height. Everything felt different. Her chest, and, well, other parts. She felt stronger, leaner. She felt like she could throw a car if she wanted to.

"Don't be shy, there's really nothing there that I haven't seen before. Actually nothing you haven't seen before either."

Right. Yes. Get dressed. She took off the hospital gown, putting it down on the bed. Then she made the big mistake of looking down at herself. She touched Lucifer's hand to his chest, needing a tactile confirmation that this was real. It certainly felt real. She drew her hand over the smooth skin and her thought process derailed completely. All of a sudden, her awareness of Lucifer's body heightened, and she felt the skin heating up under her hand. She gasped. She tried to think of something else to distract herself, but it was too late. Lucifer's body was showing a very visible reaction to where her mind had just wandered off to. She put her hand over her eyes, wishing she could sink into the floor.

"Well, that certainly looks- different, from this perspective. Maybe I was too hasty when I said we should remedy this situation immediately. Maybe you should take some time to explore. You definitely have my permission." On the last two sentences, she heard her own voice take on a seductive, almost lecherous quality that was very much Lucifer. Hearing it in her own voice was strange, to say the least.

She shook her head, and got dressed as quickly as possible. Her current situation didn't make it any easier, but she managed.

"Great, now you should get me dressed." He dropped the pile of clothes she'd been wearing to the crime scene on the bed.

"What?"

"Get me dressed. I'll keep my eyes closed."

Chloe gaped at him. "So, let me get this straight, I should go explore, but you'll keep your eyes closed while I dress you? Where's the logic in that?"

"Well, obviously, the difference is that I have given you permission. This is still your body. I'm not doing anything without your consent. Taking your clothes off is something that needs your consent, don't you think?"

Chloe pondered this for a moment. "I'm okay with you getting dressed yourself."

"Are you sure?"

"Well, you're in my body. I think seeing it naked will be unavoidable at some point." She couldn't believe that this was actually happening. She was going to wake up any moment now.

"As I said, we should be able to get this fixed in no time. All we have to do is find the artifact."

"Lucifer?"

"Yes?"

"If we find the artifact, or whatever, and touch it, and nothing happens, then we'll get ourselves recommitted to the hospital. Deal?"

"Well, well, well. Look who's only been in my skin for a couple of hours and is already trying to make deals."

"Lucifer!"

"Fine. You have a deal. If it doesn't work, we can have ourselves committed again. Not that it is going to do us any good, mind you."

He got dressed quickly, taking care to look at himself as little as humanly possible in the process. Chloe had to laugh at the absurdity of their situation. Lucifer raised an eyebrow at her and made a face that she couldn't even describe, but which was very much him, only it was on her face, and suddenly she burst out laughing, unable to contain herself. Lucifer gave her a glance that was half-amusement, half-worry. She just waved him off, continuing to laugh until her stomach hurt. When she finally stopped she felt a little better.

"Right, let's get this mess sorted out then, shall we?"