Post by thefangedrose on Apr 27, 2024 11:37:54 GMT -8
Disclaimer
This series contains elements of a supernatural nature and will play a parody of the Judao-Christian faith. It is not meant to be mocking or subversive but simply done for a creative outlet.
You. Were. Warned.
The supernatural elements of this storyline were not always present. “The Pact” is a concept that kept Jesse’s original “Walk the Line” idea alive while honoring that none of them had these “abilities” five years ago.
I hope you enjoy it.
I give you Chapter 18!
The group known as The Collective had fled their home in North Carolina under heavy pursuit but luckily for them one of their number, Marilyn Matthews, had a spare. A place they can lay low and try and pick up the pieces.
And for a time it had worked.
And then it all came crashing down.
Morgan had received a surprise video call from her cousin, a young woman they had been forced to leave behind in the mad scramble to get everyone out of the Castle they called home. The call had been cordial, even friendly….until the end.
One of Jessie’s captors, a hulking woman known as Josie Bridal had made a statement leading Morgan to believe that something may be happening to her little cousin and it sent her into a spiral of rage and panic.
Jasmine had seen the warning signs and sent up the SoS. A red flag hung out in the open to tell Michael and his allies that they needed their help. A message to be used in only the most dire of circumstances.
Then she waited.
And waited.
And waited.
For five days she waited and nothing. Not a phone call. Not a letter. Not an E-mail. Not a fucking carrier pigeon or old-school smoke signal.
Luckily Morgan had been kept busy with the arrival of a new friend of the Collective’s. Completely platonic of course but the festive frivolity had kept her busy. As the night grew to its eventful conclusion Jasmine had taken to standing at the window and looking out over the dying California sun.
“Where the hell are you?” She fretted.
A figure approached behind her and wrapped their arms around her chest in a gentle hug. She looked down at the arms and knew instinctively they were the arms of Carlisle and reached up placing a hand on his forearm.
“You alright?” He asked her.
“Morgan’s gonna do something stupid.” She told him under her breath. “Josie pushed just the right button. I called for backup….but they didn’t come.”
“You should have known better.”
Another voice called out and the small but toned form of Marilyn Matthews appeared in the reflection of the window flanked by Lluvia and Jason
“They don’t give a shit about any of us,” Mary added. “They won’t come now, we served our purpose.”
“May have spoken a little too soon love,” Jason told his soon-to-be wife and motioned with his head to the road.
A balding man in his thirties appeared to be pushing the little wooden gate open to allow the passage of three cargo vans.
“It’s about goddamn time.”
Jasmine breathed a sigh of relief and unfolded herself from Carlisle’s arms…after planting a little butterfly light kiss to his forearm. All the others fell in behind her walking toward the door. When the door pulled open revealing the group the three vans were pulling up to the end of the driveway.
They could see the first and second vans were being driven by the Demon John with Michael riding shotgun, and Ashley with Maiko riding shotgun respectively. Though the last and final van remained out of view.
The sound of the doors slamming shut echoed telling everyone else in the house that someone was there. Michael, John, Shadow, and Silk came into view first followed by Maiko, Ashley, and the demons but every eye of the group standing in the doorway fell on the pair coming around the back of the second van.
The blonde walking furthest from them they all recognized. They had been the one wrapped in the blanket being carried by the giant in the mask. And then their eyes moved to the figure walking beside her and their collective hearts stopped.
He wasn’t wearing the mask this time. The blonde hair hung down over one side of his neck while being pulled behind the other ear. His beard was neat and trimmed save for a single bare bit where the bullet had ripped into his cheek.
Dean.
Marilyn instinctively pushed Jasmine behind her with the back of her hand and stepped forward between them. The last time they all saw one another still lightning fresh in her mind. Him, twisted with Wrath and Envy charging at them to get to his sister and end her.
Jasmine behind her just stared with wide unblinking eyes. Her brother was here. He was truly here. She hadn’t been imagining it when she saw the similarities in the Sins…he was actually here.
Standing near the bottom of the stairs a few steps behind the others stood Ashley’s cousin and Collective member Stephanie who looked between Mary and the approaching group wondering how bad this was about to get.
The tiny fiery little Native woman Lluvia joined Mary out in front, stepping around Carlisle and Jason to stand protectively between the group and her wife. She wasn’t the greatest fighter hand to hand, but she’d be damned if she let anyone hurt someone she loved.
When she saw the group gathering the little blonde known as their “Faerie” Lilith joined them. Seeing the group close in in front of Jasmine and seeing Dean standing there she quickly rushed to join Mary and Lluvia. She wasn’t the best fighter and was so scared she had begun to shake….but it was Jasmine. She’d do her best.
River stepped through the door and upon taking in the sight joined the group gathering in front of Jasmine. Abigail came to stand just behind Jasmine over her right shoulder and then finally Morgan came stomping down the stairs in her boots.
“It’s about damn time you show….”
She then froze on the bottom step staring out the door. Of course, so many things made sense now. The Sins defending some of them during the battle, Shanna’s sudden outburst a few weeks ago. All of it.
And yet still her brain couldn’t process what she was seeing. Her brother in law…was alive. Really and truly alive.
Seeing the defensive formation Michael raised the hand not holding the cane.
“Everyone calm down….”
“It’s okay…” Dean told him as he approached behind him. “...I understand their concern.”
He turned his attention to the group.
“She’s in no danger.”
“And we’re supposed to just take your word on that?” Lluvia demanded.
“You’d be stupid to,” Dean answered. “But it’s true. It and I have agreed to a cease-fire of sorts. Too much is at stake now.”
“So?” Michael demanded while slowly approaching the group. “You sent up the flare, what’s up?”
The eyes of the group turned to him but suddenly a figure broke through the lines of the Collective. The dirty blonde hair flew behind her as she ran until Jasmine hit Dean at full speed clinging to him with her arms around his waist and her face pressed into his chest. One arm raised and he folded it over her shoulders and wrapped the other hand around the back of her head as a smile touched the very edges of his mouth.
“Hi baby sister.” He whispered and pressed his lips to the top of her head. “I missed you too.”
Mary was next to join her placing her hand on his forearm and when he looked up into her eyes she offered him the smallest smile but the tears on the edges of her eyes said more than words ever could.
“Come on.” Jason told the rest of them. “Let’s go inside and Morgan can fill you in….”
While the group was reuniting on the extreme west coast, their home back east continued as normal. Hounds and Demons came and went at strange intervals with some of the black vein-covered things returning with sacks that appeared to hold a struggling form inside. Later in the evenings a new man or woman would emerge from Jasmine’s bunker sporting the black spider-like veins shooting down their necks and faces.
Jessie had taken to putting herself as far away from the two entrances to the bunker as she could on days like this. Well, as far as she could be away from them while still not putting herself within range of Josie Bridal as well.
The way Josie looked at her still unsettled her, even if her new playmate had been taking most of her attention.
Today she happened to be down on the main floor near the room that Jason had used as the office when he would take calls for the GFL team the family-owned. Usually, it was all but deserted but today as she neared it she heard the sound of a phone going off and ducked against the wall.
The ringing came again and a familiar voice grunted an annoyed greeting.
“This better be good.” Lucifer groaned.
Jessie’s ears perked when she caught his voice and tone. He sounded weak, almost injured.
“I’m sorry Sire.” A female voice said. “I know how much using the Sarcophagus takes out of you.”
“Then why are we speaking?” Lucifer growled.
“They arrived in Malibu.”
The creaking sound of the couch springs said Lucifer sat up straight.
“When?”
“About twenty minutes ago.”
“And?”
“You were right.” The voice told him with a little insane giggle. “Abaddon sent Payne into a frenzy. She’s utterly convinced that Abaddon is abusing her cousin.”
“Good.” Lucifer sounded as if he smiled as he said this. “Things were starting to move in a direction I didn’t like. I had to push the girl in the direction of Mcbride’s sacrifice before she blundered into something. Idiot child.”
“What do you want me to do Sire?”
“Nothing.” He commanded. “At least for now. Keep watch and tell me what they decide on. Now, have you found anything on Bay?”
There was silence for a moment as if the voice was weary of answering.
“No.” It finally said. “The surge you felt came from here, but I don’t see any indication that she isn’t who she says she is. I still think the way to her is through Matthews.”
“Hmm.” Lucifer mused and then fell silent for a time. Jessie found that she was holding her breath. “No. Risking an all-out confrontation with what he has inside him wouldn’t benefit anyone. It cannot harm me but it is extremely dangerous to the rest of you.”
“What if there was a way to use the host?” The voice asked. “Something that could distract him?”
“Like Michael did with Sathanas.” Lucifer mused. “That is an idea.”
“You have that trump card prepared Sire.” The voice told him. “It may be time to use it.”
“Perhaps.” Lucifer answered. “For now? Report back what they decide.”
“Sire.” The voice agreed.
And then there was silence. Jessie stood completely still until she heard the couch springs and only then did she slowly turn to go back the way she had come. At the end of her turn, however, she froze.
Standing directly in the middle of the hallway where it opened up to lead toward the front portion of the house stood the beautiful kimono-wearing Sariel. She stood with her hand resting lightly on the hilt of the katana sheathed on her left side. Jessie’s mouth opened to say something but Sariel just very slowly shook her head and raised her finger to her lips for silence.
Somehow Jessie knew….Sariel was protecting her.
She was innocent.
The group gathered in the spacious living room and sat listening to Morgan’s story. She told them about the face time, about her convo with Jessie and about how Jessie looked great…and then finally about Josie’s appearance and her comment.
Hana looked sharply at Michael, the unspoken question about the rules in her eyes but Michael just shook his head. He didn’t know. Somewhere inside Josie Joshua slept and there was no way Joshua would even make that threat let alone the action.
“So, what tha fuck are we going to do abaht it?” Morgan demanded leaning forward to plant her hands on her thighs and give Michael her full attention. “Prima’s only there because we helped yinz.”
The question hung in the air for a moment as everyone looked at one another. Michael then shook his head sadly.
“The situation is precarious.”
Morgan looked around her then back to Michael with a flurry of emotions crossing her face one after another in rapid split-second succession.
“What tha fuck does dat even mean?!” Morgan demanded.
“The day before I saw your S.O.S. we had a surprise visit from Lucifer’s forces,” Danika explained. “We barely escaped in one piece.”
“We only did because Twoey served as a decoy,” Ashley told them with a special kind of fierce pride in her voice.
“And what tha fuck does dat have to do wif our situation?” Morgan demanded.
“It means….” Dean cut through the chatter breaking out throughout the room. “That Lucifer will be expecting a counterstrike. He’ll be waiting for it.”
“It would be suicide,” Michael added. “I can’t allow them to be led into that.”
“So just fuck my cousin?!” Morgan shouted and jumped up from where she sat. “Is dat it?!”
“Of course not.” Dean told her.
The big man crossed the room and placed his hand on Morgan’s shoulder but the fiery woman threw her arm back throwing the arm off.
“Don’t fucking touch me!” Morgan looked at her brother as if he were a live serpent. “Am I supposed to just forget what you did? Huh?”
Morgan’s voice broke as she whispered.
“To Mama Robi?!”
A dark look came over Dean’s face as she whispered that name. He couldn’t defend himself. He knew that. He knew that she was right. Whether it was him in control or not, she was right. Others may try and defend him….but Dean knew. He couldn’t stop it.
“I….” Morgan fought with emotions so savage she could barely control them as she looked up at the face of one of the only men she had ever trusted. A trust that now laid in broken wreckage at their feet. “...when dis is over? When we’re all back home again? I never want you to step foot on our land again. Do you hear me? You died…Stay dead.”
“Morgan!” Jasmine shouted in shock.
Morgan looked at Jasmine and all that the blonde woman could see in the face of her wife…was pain. Pain at losing Robi all over again. Pain at what she had just said. Jasmine simply sighed and nodded in agreement.
“Okay Morgy.”
There was no fight from here which took Morgan and some of the others there by surprise. Jasmine wasn’t one to just bow down. If she believed something she would fight for it. She and Morgan had butted heads on more than one occasion because of it….but at this moment Jasmine knew that her wife needed time.
And she loved her enough to give it.
“Let’s all just…” Mary started but fell quiet for a moment. Breathing out a deep breath she finished. “...There are more than enough rooms for everyone…everyone just split up. We can discuss this in a couple of days.”
For a time no one moved, everyone was just lingering in the room like an unhappy fog but first the former Demons of Michael’s filed out….and then Maiko and Ashley and those in the Collective.
By the time the sun had descended enough for everyone to begin to consider sleep the main room had finally emptied. It was about then that Morgan crept out of her room and down the hall. She passed two doors before finally knocking on the third.
“Yes?” A quiet voice answered.
Morgan entered finding the tiny blonde Faerie seated on the edge of her bed with the tan-skinned, dark-haired Lluvia sitting beside her as the two talked. Lily looked surprised to see morgan standing in the doorway.
“Morgy?”
“Fuck em.” Morgan said softly and eased the door closed behind her. “I’m going to get Bean. We all got stuff to do soon but after? When errybody’s flying back? We head to N.C.”
The two women seated on the bed said nothing. Just stared in shock at Morgan’s plan.
“I need someone who can sneak in wif me.” Morgan looked at each of them in turn. “You in?”
Lilith and Lluvia looked at one another, a brief convo passing between them then both women looked back at Morgan. Lluvia nodded and Lilith simply….smiled.
“We’re in.”
This series contains elements of a supernatural nature and will play a parody of the Judao-Christian faith. It is not meant to be mocking or subversive but simply done for a creative outlet.
You. Were. Warned.
The supernatural elements of this storyline were not always present. “The Pact” is a concept that kept Jesse’s original “Walk the Line” idea alive while honoring that none of them had these “abilities” five years ago.
I hope you enjoy it.
I give you Chapter 18!
Civil War 2
Chapter 19
The S.O.S.
Location: Hidden Hills, California
Date: April 21st
Time: 4:28 PM
The group known as The Collective had fled their home in North Carolina under heavy pursuit but luckily for them one of their number, Marilyn Matthews, had a spare. A place they can lay low and try and pick up the pieces.
And for a time it had worked.
And then it all came crashing down.
Morgan had received a surprise video call from her cousin, a young woman they had been forced to leave behind in the mad scramble to get everyone out of the Castle they called home. The call had been cordial, even friendly….until the end.
One of Jessie’s captors, a hulking woman known as Josie Bridal had made a statement leading Morgan to believe that something may be happening to her little cousin and it sent her into a spiral of rage and panic.
Jasmine had seen the warning signs and sent up the SoS. A red flag hung out in the open to tell Michael and his allies that they needed their help. A message to be used in only the most dire of circumstances.
Then she waited.
And waited.
And waited.
For five days she waited and nothing. Not a phone call. Not a letter. Not an E-mail. Not a fucking carrier pigeon or old-school smoke signal.
Luckily Morgan had been kept busy with the arrival of a new friend of the Collective’s. Completely platonic of course but the festive frivolity had kept her busy. As the night grew to its eventful conclusion Jasmine had taken to standing at the window and looking out over the dying California sun.
“Where the hell are you?” She fretted.
A figure approached behind her and wrapped their arms around her chest in a gentle hug. She looked down at the arms and knew instinctively they were the arms of Carlisle and reached up placing a hand on his forearm.
“You alright?” He asked her.
“Morgan’s gonna do something stupid.” She told him under her breath. “Josie pushed just the right button. I called for backup….but they didn’t come.”
“You should have known better.”
Another voice called out and the small but toned form of Marilyn Matthews appeared in the reflection of the window flanked by Lluvia and Jason
“They don’t give a shit about any of us,” Mary added. “They won’t come now, we served our purpose.”
“May have spoken a little too soon love,” Jason told his soon-to-be wife and motioned with his head to the road.
A balding man in his thirties appeared to be pushing the little wooden gate open to allow the passage of three cargo vans.
“It’s about goddamn time.”
Jasmine breathed a sigh of relief and unfolded herself from Carlisle’s arms…after planting a little butterfly light kiss to his forearm. All the others fell in behind her walking toward the door. When the door pulled open revealing the group the three vans were pulling up to the end of the driveway.
They could see the first and second vans were being driven by the Demon John with Michael riding shotgun, and Ashley with Maiko riding shotgun respectively. Though the last and final van remained out of view.
The sound of the doors slamming shut echoed telling everyone else in the house that someone was there. Michael, John, Shadow, and Silk came into view first followed by Maiko, Ashley, and the demons but every eye of the group standing in the doorway fell on the pair coming around the back of the second van.
The blonde walking furthest from them they all recognized. They had been the one wrapped in the blanket being carried by the giant in the mask. And then their eyes moved to the figure walking beside her and their collective hearts stopped.
He wasn’t wearing the mask this time. The blonde hair hung down over one side of his neck while being pulled behind the other ear. His beard was neat and trimmed save for a single bare bit where the bullet had ripped into his cheek.
Dean.
Marilyn instinctively pushed Jasmine behind her with the back of her hand and stepped forward between them. The last time they all saw one another still lightning fresh in her mind. Him, twisted with Wrath and Envy charging at them to get to his sister and end her.
Jasmine behind her just stared with wide unblinking eyes. Her brother was here. He was truly here. She hadn’t been imagining it when she saw the similarities in the Sins…he was actually here.
Standing near the bottom of the stairs a few steps behind the others stood Ashley’s cousin and Collective member Stephanie who looked between Mary and the approaching group wondering how bad this was about to get.
The tiny fiery little Native woman Lluvia joined Mary out in front, stepping around Carlisle and Jason to stand protectively between the group and her wife. She wasn’t the greatest fighter hand to hand, but she’d be damned if she let anyone hurt someone she loved.
When she saw the group gathering the little blonde known as their “Faerie” Lilith joined them. Seeing the group close in in front of Jasmine and seeing Dean standing there she quickly rushed to join Mary and Lluvia. She wasn’t the best fighter and was so scared she had begun to shake….but it was Jasmine. She’d do her best.
River stepped through the door and upon taking in the sight joined the group gathering in front of Jasmine. Abigail came to stand just behind Jasmine over her right shoulder and then finally Morgan came stomping down the stairs in her boots.
“It’s about damn time you show….”
She then froze on the bottom step staring out the door. Of course, so many things made sense now. The Sins defending some of them during the battle, Shanna’s sudden outburst a few weeks ago. All of it.
And yet still her brain couldn’t process what she was seeing. Her brother in law…was alive. Really and truly alive.
Seeing the defensive formation Michael raised the hand not holding the cane.
“Everyone calm down….”
“It’s okay…” Dean told him as he approached behind him. “...I understand their concern.”
He turned his attention to the group.
“She’s in no danger.”
“And we’re supposed to just take your word on that?” Lluvia demanded.
“You’d be stupid to,” Dean answered. “But it’s true. It and I have agreed to a cease-fire of sorts. Too much is at stake now.”
“So?” Michael demanded while slowly approaching the group. “You sent up the flare, what’s up?”
The eyes of the group turned to him but suddenly a figure broke through the lines of the Collective. The dirty blonde hair flew behind her as she ran until Jasmine hit Dean at full speed clinging to him with her arms around his waist and her face pressed into his chest. One arm raised and he folded it over her shoulders and wrapped the other hand around the back of her head as a smile touched the very edges of his mouth.
“Hi baby sister.” He whispered and pressed his lips to the top of her head. “I missed you too.”
Mary was next to join her placing her hand on his forearm and when he looked up into her eyes she offered him the smallest smile but the tears on the edges of her eyes said more than words ever could.
“Come on.” Jason told the rest of them. “Let’s go inside and Morgan can fill you in….”
**
Location: Raleigh, North Carolina
Date: April 21st
Time: 4:48 PM
While the group was reuniting on the extreme west coast, their home back east continued as normal. Hounds and Demons came and went at strange intervals with some of the black vein-covered things returning with sacks that appeared to hold a struggling form inside. Later in the evenings a new man or woman would emerge from Jasmine’s bunker sporting the black spider-like veins shooting down their necks and faces.
Jessie had taken to putting herself as far away from the two entrances to the bunker as she could on days like this. Well, as far as she could be away from them while still not putting herself within range of Josie Bridal as well.
The way Josie looked at her still unsettled her, even if her new playmate had been taking most of her attention.
Today she happened to be down on the main floor near the room that Jason had used as the office when he would take calls for the GFL team the family-owned. Usually, it was all but deserted but today as she neared it she heard the sound of a phone going off and ducked against the wall.
The ringing came again and a familiar voice grunted an annoyed greeting.
“This better be good.” Lucifer groaned.
Jessie’s ears perked when she caught his voice and tone. He sounded weak, almost injured.
“I’m sorry Sire.” A female voice said. “I know how much using the Sarcophagus takes out of you.”
“Then why are we speaking?” Lucifer growled.
“They arrived in Malibu.”
The creaking sound of the couch springs said Lucifer sat up straight.
“When?”
“About twenty minutes ago.”
“And?”
“You were right.” The voice told him with a little insane giggle. “Abaddon sent Payne into a frenzy. She’s utterly convinced that Abaddon is abusing her cousin.”
“Good.” Lucifer sounded as if he smiled as he said this. “Things were starting to move in a direction I didn’t like. I had to push the girl in the direction of Mcbride’s sacrifice before she blundered into something. Idiot child.”
“What do you want me to do Sire?”
“Nothing.” He commanded. “At least for now. Keep watch and tell me what they decide on. Now, have you found anything on Bay?”
There was silence for a moment as if the voice was weary of answering.
“No.” It finally said. “The surge you felt came from here, but I don’t see any indication that she isn’t who she says she is. I still think the way to her is through Matthews.”
“Hmm.” Lucifer mused and then fell silent for a time. Jessie found that she was holding her breath. “No. Risking an all-out confrontation with what he has inside him wouldn’t benefit anyone. It cannot harm me but it is extremely dangerous to the rest of you.”
“What if there was a way to use the host?” The voice asked. “Something that could distract him?”
“Like Michael did with Sathanas.” Lucifer mused. “That is an idea.”
“You have that trump card prepared Sire.” The voice told him. “It may be time to use it.”
“Perhaps.” Lucifer answered. “For now? Report back what they decide.”
“Sire.” The voice agreed.
And then there was silence. Jessie stood completely still until she heard the couch springs and only then did she slowly turn to go back the way she had come. At the end of her turn, however, she froze.
Standing directly in the middle of the hallway where it opened up to lead toward the front portion of the house stood the beautiful kimono-wearing Sariel. She stood with her hand resting lightly on the hilt of the katana sheathed on her left side. Jessie’s mouth opened to say something but Sariel just very slowly shook her head and raised her finger to her lips for silence.
Somehow Jessie knew….Sariel was protecting her.
She was innocent.
**
Location: Hidden Hills, California
Date: April 21st
Time: 4:58 PM
The group gathered in the spacious living room and sat listening to Morgan’s story. She told them about the face time, about her convo with Jessie and about how Jessie looked great…and then finally about Josie’s appearance and her comment.
Hana looked sharply at Michael, the unspoken question about the rules in her eyes but Michael just shook his head. He didn’t know. Somewhere inside Josie Joshua slept and there was no way Joshua would even make that threat let alone the action.
“So, what tha fuck are we going to do abaht it?” Morgan demanded leaning forward to plant her hands on her thighs and give Michael her full attention. “Prima’s only there because we helped yinz.”
The question hung in the air for a moment as everyone looked at one another. Michael then shook his head sadly.
“The situation is precarious.”
Morgan looked around her then back to Michael with a flurry of emotions crossing her face one after another in rapid split-second succession.
“What tha fuck does dat even mean?!” Morgan demanded.
“The day before I saw your S.O.S. we had a surprise visit from Lucifer’s forces,” Danika explained. “We barely escaped in one piece.”
“We only did because Twoey served as a decoy,” Ashley told them with a special kind of fierce pride in her voice.
“And what tha fuck does dat have to do wif our situation?” Morgan demanded.
“It means….” Dean cut through the chatter breaking out throughout the room. “That Lucifer will be expecting a counterstrike. He’ll be waiting for it.”
“It would be suicide,” Michael added. “I can’t allow them to be led into that.”
“So just fuck my cousin?!” Morgan shouted and jumped up from where she sat. “Is dat it?!”
“Of course not.” Dean told her.
The big man crossed the room and placed his hand on Morgan’s shoulder but the fiery woman threw her arm back throwing the arm off.
“Don’t fucking touch me!” Morgan looked at her brother as if he were a live serpent. “Am I supposed to just forget what you did? Huh?”
Morgan’s voice broke as she whispered.
“To Mama Robi?!”
A dark look came over Dean’s face as she whispered that name. He couldn’t defend himself. He knew that. He knew that she was right. Whether it was him in control or not, she was right. Others may try and defend him….but Dean knew. He couldn’t stop it.
“I….” Morgan fought with emotions so savage she could barely control them as she looked up at the face of one of the only men she had ever trusted. A trust that now laid in broken wreckage at their feet. “...when dis is over? When we’re all back home again? I never want you to step foot on our land again. Do you hear me? You died…Stay dead.”
“Morgan!” Jasmine shouted in shock.
Morgan looked at Jasmine and all that the blonde woman could see in the face of her wife…was pain. Pain at losing Robi all over again. Pain at what she had just said. Jasmine simply sighed and nodded in agreement.
“Okay Morgy.”
There was no fight from here which took Morgan and some of the others there by surprise. Jasmine wasn’t one to just bow down. If she believed something she would fight for it. She and Morgan had butted heads on more than one occasion because of it….but at this moment Jasmine knew that her wife needed time.
And she loved her enough to give it.
“Let’s all just…” Mary started but fell quiet for a moment. Breathing out a deep breath she finished. “...There are more than enough rooms for everyone…everyone just split up. We can discuss this in a couple of days.”
For a time no one moved, everyone was just lingering in the room like an unhappy fog but first the former Demons of Michael’s filed out….and then Maiko and Ashley and those in the Collective.
By the time the sun had descended enough for everyone to begin to consider sleep the main room had finally emptied. It was about then that Morgan crept out of her room and down the hall. She passed two doors before finally knocking on the third.
“Yes?” A quiet voice answered.
Morgan entered finding the tiny blonde Faerie seated on the edge of her bed with the tan-skinned, dark-haired Lluvia sitting beside her as the two talked. Lily looked surprised to see morgan standing in the doorway.
“Morgy?”
“Fuck em.” Morgan said softly and eased the door closed behind her. “I’m going to get Bean. We all got stuff to do soon but after? When errybody’s flying back? We head to N.C.”
The two women seated on the bed said nothing. Just stared in shock at Morgan’s plan.
“I need someone who can sneak in wif me.” Morgan looked at each of them in turn. “You in?”
Lilith and Lluvia looked at one another, a brief convo passing between them then both women looked back at Morgan. Lluvia nodded and Lilith simply….smiled.
“We’re in.”
“So have you figured it out now? Have you figured it out? You can’t win this fight.”
