Similar Differences (Fassavoy)

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Credit to SoRoReal for letting me use similar ideas to their book.

Michael was the first to wake up. His vision was blurry and disoriented. The walls around him didn't seem familiar. Everything was hurting, especially his head. He could hear all these people he couldn't see's voices.

Everything began to come a bit clearer and a loud voice over came it all, "Michael, I don't have much time."

Who the hell is this and where are they? He thought, the room was becoming clearer and he was in a hospital with nobody around him. The voice spoke again.

"This is Charles Xavier, I'm in another dimension and I need you to protect my powers. In my world, the Sentinals are taking over and I need to make sure I'm not found."

He recognised the word Sentinals. It was from X-Men: Days of Future Past. It was the last film they'd done before they start filming Apocalypse. Crap! I have to get to the set tomorrow.

"Michael, listen to me! Erik has given his powers to James and I have given you mine. Take care of them and make sure nobody knows about them except for James. You need to tell him everything."

His mind was so confused, why had they swapped people? If this made any sense, Michael should get Erik's powers and James would get Charles'.

"Do you understand me, Michael? This power is so uncontrollable that you might find out something you don't want to... Good luck, I might contact you if I need to tell you about the univ-"

It stopped and all the other voices came flooding back, torturing him, making him scream and yell until someone else came to him.

"Michael? Is that you?" An accent spoke from around the corner, a voice he finally recognised. He cried, "James! Oh god I am so happy to know you're there, come here."

He smiled and came round the corner to sit beside Michael, "I got alcohol poisoning so they got rid of it from my system, probably did the same to you. You're looking so battered."

"Geez, thanks. That's not what I needed to tell you." He proceeded to inform James on all the new information he had received from Charles. James' face lit up at the thoughts, "So I can move metal like Magneto? Damn, but shouldn't you be able to do that? I mean, you do play Erik in the films."

"I thought the exact same thing but I guess they panicked and had to quickly give them to us. But for fuck sake, this hurts so badly. I remember that it was alcohol, drugs and a special serum that blocked it out, let's get me some of that!"

James rolled his eyes, "We've been entrusted with these, those things aren't going to help anyone, they'll probably make it worse and you'll become more disoriented and maybe die."

Geez, he's a fucking bastard sometimes.
"James, did you forget I can hear your thoughts?" Michael reminded him, giving him a cheeky grin mixed with a scowl. They began chuckling before a nurse arrived to discharge Michael and every problem became ten times bigger.

More people, more voices. More voices, more frustration and pain for Michael. "Why couldn't you have taken these, you'd handle it better..."
"You know I wouldn't be able to go an hour without kicking off about it."

James' phone began ringing, "Shit! It's the producer." Slowly, he answered the phone and mumbled, "Hey Bryan, what's up...?"
"Where the fuck are you and Michael? Filming starts in an hour!"
"Oh shit, a lot has been going on. Me and Michael were in hospital because of a fight and alcohol poisoning... We'll be right there!"

Michael chuckled, "What did he want?"
"We start filming in one hour! We need to go right now!" His face went serious and he grabbed James to start running towards the direction of the sets.

This is going to fucking suck.