Morgan & Garrison | Wednesday evening
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xp_logsIn the end, of course, it always comes down to wanting to get naked and sweaty with Garrison, right?
The entire day was broken up into lessons with students punctuated by time on the archery or gun ranges between. Morgan waited for her cell to vibrate and let her know when and where the guys were moving to, but it laid deafeningly silent still, just as it had been for days now. She hesitated to say goodbye to anyone before she knew when she was leaving, but she also knew that when she left there may not be time for farewells. Adrienne she'd told already because Adrienne was the person who had become the closest friend to her while she was at the mansion. The list of people she thought worth informing of her departure totaled four: one out of respect and duty because he was technically her boss while she was in a position of teaching the kids and three were people that mattered to her.
The metamorph pulled a clip out of a bag hanging off her belt as she walked back into the school's gun range for the third time that day. She she slid it into place in her pistol her eyes moved up to see someone else there as well. It wasn't a surprise who it was. Number two of three. It was only a matter of time before she happened upon him. Morgan took up not too far from where Kane was standing and after his fire ceased one corner of her mouth curled upward as she spoke. "Working out all your sexual frustrations Agent Kane?"
"I'd need a much larger weapon for that. Maybe a bazooka. Unless you feel like giving it a try." Kane said wryly, ejecting the clip from the pistol and dropping it into a similar bag at his feet. He slid in a new one easily, and safed the weapon before replacing it in the holster at his waist. "They say that you're leaving, although that should come as no surprise, eh?"
"'Giving it a try' sounds like you doubt my success rate." A white eyebrow arched up to frame the challenge in her red eyes. "Love, no man is so difficult as all that if you know how to pay attention to what they want, and you can figure out what they need." The playfulness in her voice was edged by a knowing tone which lacked arrogance and spoke only of experience. She slid her eyes to the target in the distance in front of her and fired two shots, both of which landed between the target's eyes. Only then did she cock her head to the side and respond to him again. "Good news travels fast. How'd you find out? Only Xavier and Adrienne even know yet." She figured it was likely Adrienne who had told him, it made sense. "As for surprise, well, no, it shouldn't be one. Aye, I never said I was here forever or even here for the long haul. I was just here. I don't know when I'm leaving exactly, though. Figured I should tell the people who mattered enough to tell before, though. Sometimes you need to disappear over night, y'know?"
"I have my sources. Strange and dark ones at that." He didn't reach for his pistol yet, watching her with his arms crossed over his chest. "Do you really need to disappear over night, Morgan? I know there's the whole past involved, but you have been safe here. You've even helped here, between India and New York. You ever thought that maybe the long haul is something other than what you've expected for years?"
She eyed him, but more so she eyed the way he stood. Garrison looked a bit more unhappy than Adrienne had. Adrienne had been full of resignation and just sort of accepted it. Morgan didn't get the feeling Garrison was going to be that easy. "It's not disappearing over night for that reason." She fired another shot and it left a hole in what would have been the heart had she been shooting at flesh rather than paper. "It's not about me not being safe any more either." After a moment she put the safety on her pistol and lowered it until it pointed to the ground. "Aye, I was helpful, but here's a question for you. Why do you fight? Canadian police force, American FBI, X-men, why do you do it? What are you fighting for?"
"Because it needs to be done and I have the power to do it. What we do is important and it makes a difference. We stopped a war between Pakistan and India. Kicked a mutant lunatic out of turning New York into his own fiefdom. That's millions of lives that could have been lost if we hadn't gotten involved." Kane said, softly but intensely. Maybe it was a personal fantasy to believe they were making a difference, and it was certainly one that involved Morgan believing enough not to go running back to being a gun for hire.
"Look, I'm not going to suggest you go getting sized up for leathers and a belt with an X on it, but you've experienced first hand what's out there. You've met Wisdom's crew here at the mansion. They're trying to do the same thing as us, with different methods. Maybe there's a place there for you."
"But that's not why I fight. I'm not noble like you, love. Everyone likes to pretend they're the good guy but I haven't had that illusion for a very long time. Maybe I'm on the wrong side of the line but doing that saved my life in more ways than I could ever explain. The reason why I fight is because the men at my sides are people who gave me a life. They gave me a chance to be something other than someone's toy. They're the only family I've got, Gar, and I've abandoned them for too long." Her pistol slid into the holster on her hip and Morgan finally turned to look at Garrison fully.
"Sometimes we do something that's genuinely good. Mostly we kill people who are just going to get killed anyway. We aren't indiscriminate who we work for. We choose our jobs, we aren't so low on the food chain to have to take anything offered to us. Maybe we'll all just get killed, but either we all decide to quit or we all die. There's no going half way on that. Not for me. I want to go home. Don't you ever just want to go home? Or maybe this is home for you so you don't get that urge, but I do because this isn't home. I put myself on the line for all of New York and you know what? At the end of the day I didn't flippin' care about anything except that I got my men who trusted me to lead them through it alive. I didn't care about the cause, I just needed to fight again and I realized that I can't just not fight. Sometimes it's about the act, not the motivation."
"There's always something more, Morgan. We had this talk the first day we met, remember?" Garrison sighed, looking down at his feet for a moment. "I know your friends are like family to you. I wouldn't suggest leaving them out, but there should be more than a pile of cash and a fight in tomorrow for you, for anyone. So, maybe I'm the big Boy Scout like Adrienne says, but if you don't try for something more, you'll never find anything more. "
He held out his hands placatingly. "PSA over. Despite a total lack of respect for your job, I am going to miss you."
Morgan was grinning a bit, only one side of her mouth pulled up into the expression which oddly did not look sarcastic. "Don't tell Adrienne, but it's the boy scout bit I've always liked most about you. I'm going to miss you, too, though. Honestly." From her back pocket she pulled a plain business card identical to the one she'd given Adrienne not long ago. On it was once again a number on one side and the name Nessa on the other. After a moment of staring at it Morgan held it out to Garrison, "In case you ever end up in my part of the world and need my kind of help." She really would miss the charming Canadian. She never had one of those before, and this one had grown on her pretty quickly.
"Do I have to say some kind of code phrase when I call, like 'This is Red Eagle. The hotdogs are dancing. I repeat, the hotdogs are dancing' so you can be sure it's me and be all mysterious about your security?" He joked, a smile coming easily to his face. He hoped that Morgan would stay, or at least, find something in her work here that made her believe in something more. And despite her comments, he didn't think that she necessarily hadn't, but everyone had to come to those decisions in their own time. She'd changed since coming here, only a little, but maybe that would one day be enough. "And the same applies, eh? You get into trouble, you yell for us. We'll be there."
Dancing hot dogs had Morgan giggling into a hand that had come up to cover her mouth. "Aye, you could, but I think Mike's the only one who'd keep you on the line if you rang up with that. If you just ask for Ness or Nessa it'll get you to me. But you can tell me about the dancing hot dogs if it'll make you feel better." The quiet laughter had crept up into her eyes, causing them to twinkle ever so slightly. The expression on her fact only softened when he told her to call for them if she got into trouble. "I promise. If I get in leather brigade type trouble I will call. I wouldn't lie to my favorite Mountie, would I?" Her smile went along with the wink she gave him.
"Of course you would. Anything to get me into bed after all." Kane rolled his eyes. "I know your sorcerer's ways, Moses."
Garrison picked up the clip back and tucked it under his arm. "Fuck it. Let's go get a drink, toast to your new future, and see if we can win the 'Another Beer' game."
An arm slid effortlessly through Garrison's free arm as Morgan began to head toward the range's exit. "My only regret," she told him with a heavy and melodramatic sigh, "is that you've been too busy pining away after your ex for me to ever have the chance to try to get you in bed." Her shoulders slumped and Morgan made a show of pouting to herself over the matter.
"There's a reason to call. After all, I never said what the dancing hotdog stood for."
An eyebrow arched upward. She said nothing, only placed a chaste kiss on Garrison's cheek.
The entire day was broken up into lessons with students punctuated by time on the archery or gun ranges between. Morgan waited for her cell to vibrate and let her know when and where the guys were moving to, but it laid deafeningly silent still, just as it had been for days now. She hesitated to say goodbye to anyone before she knew when she was leaving, but she also knew that when she left there may not be time for farewells. Adrienne she'd told already because Adrienne was the person who had become the closest friend to her while she was at the mansion. The list of people she thought worth informing of her departure totaled four: one out of respect and duty because he was technically her boss while she was in a position of teaching the kids and three were people that mattered to her.
The metamorph pulled a clip out of a bag hanging off her belt as she walked back into the school's gun range for the third time that day. She she slid it into place in her pistol her eyes moved up to see someone else there as well. It wasn't a surprise who it was. Number two of three. It was only a matter of time before she happened upon him. Morgan took up not too far from where Kane was standing and after his fire ceased one corner of her mouth curled upward as she spoke. "Working out all your sexual frustrations Agent Kane?"
"I'd need a much larger weapon for that. Maybe a bazooka. Unless you feel like giving it a try." Kane said wryly, ejecting the clip from the pistol and dropping it into a similar bag at his feet. He slid in a new one easily, and safed the weapon before replacing it in the holster at his waist. "They say that you're leaving, although that should come as no surprise, eh?"
"'Giving it a try' sounds like you doubt my success rate." A white eyebrow arched up to frame the challenge in her red eyes. "Love, no man is so difficult as all that if you know how to pay attention to what they want, and you can figure out what they need." The playfulness in her voice was edged by a knowing tone which lacked arrogance and spoke only of experience. She slid her eyes to the target in the distance in front of her and fired two shots, both of which landed between the target's eyes. Only then did she cock her head to the side and respond to him again. "Good news travels fast. How'd you find out? Only Xavier and Adrienne even know yet." She figured it was likely Adrienne who had told him, it made sense. "As for surprise, well, no, it shouldn't be one. Aye, I never said I was here forever or even here for the long haul. I was just here. I don't know when I'm leaving exactly, though. Figured I should tell the people who mattered enough to tell before, though. Sometimes you need to disappear over night, y'know?"
"I have my sources. Strange and dark ones at that." He didn't reach for his pistol yet, watching her with his arms crossed over his chest. "Do you really need to disappear over night, Morgan? I know there's the whole past involved, but you have been safe here. You've even helped here, between India and New York. You ever thought that maybe the long haul is something other than what you've expected for years?"
She eyed him, but more so she eyed the way he stood. Garrison looked a bit more unhappy than Adrienne had. Adrienne had been full of resignation and just sort of accepted it. Morgan didn't get the feeling Garrison was going to be that easy. "It's not disappearing over night for that reason." She fired another shot and it left a hole in what would have been the heart had she been shooting at flesh rather than paper. "It's not about me not being safe any more either." After a moment she put the safety on her pistol and lowered it until it pointed to the ground. "Aye, I was helpful, but here's a question for you. Why do you fight? Canadian police force, American FBI, X-men, why do you do it? What are you fighting for?"
"Because it needs to be done and I have the power to do it. What we do is important and it makes a difference. We stopped a war between Pakistan and India. Kicked a mutant lunatic out of turning New York into his own fiefdom. That's millions of lives that could have been lost if we hadn't gotten involved." Kane said, softly but intensely. Maybe it was a personal fantasy to believe they were making a difference, and it was certainly one that involved Morgan believing enough not to go running back to being a gun for hire.
"Look, I'm not going to suggest you go getting sized up for leathers and a belt with an X on it, but you've experienced first hand what's out there. You've met Wisdom's crew here at the mansion. They're trying to do the same thing as us, with different methods. Maybe there's a place there for you."
"But that's not why I fight. I'm not noble like you, love. Everyone likes to pretend they're the good guy but I haven't had that illusion for a very long time. Maybe I'm on the wrong side of the line but doing that saved my life in more ways than I could ever explain. The reason why I fight is because the men at my sides are people who gave me a life. They gave me a chance to be something other than someone's toy. They're the only family I've got, Gar, and I've abandoned them for too long." Her pistol slid into the holster on her hip and Morgan finally turned to look at Garrison fully.
"Sometimes we do something that's genuinely good. Mostly we kill people who are just going to get killed anyway. We aren't indiscriminate who we work for. We choose our jobs, we aren't so low on the food chain to have to take anything offered to us. Maybe we'll all just get killed, but either we all decide to quit or we all die. There's no going half way on that. Not for me. I want to go home. Don't you ever just want to go home? Or maybe this is home for you so you don't get that urge, but I do because this isn't home. I put myself on the line for all of New York and you know what? At the end of the day I didn't flippin' care about anything except that I got my men who trusted me to lead them through it alive. I didn't care about the cause, I just needed to fight again and I realized that I can't just not fight. Sometimes it's about the act, not the motivation."
"There's always something more, Morgan. We had this talk the first day we met, remember?" Garrison sighed, looking down at his feet for a moment. "I know your friends are like family to you. I wouldn't suggest leaving them out, but there should be more than a pile of cash and a fight in tomorrow for you, for anyone. So, maybe I'm the big Boy Scout like Adrienne says, but if you don't try for something more, you'll never find anything more. "
He held out his hands placatingly. "PSA over. Despite a total lack of respect for your job, I am going to miss you."
Morgan was grinning a bit, only one side of her mouth pulled up into the expression which oddly did not look sarcastic. "Don't tell Adrienne, but it's the boy scout bit I've always liked most about you. I'm going to miss you, too, though. Honestly." From her back pocket she pulled a plain business card identical to the one she'd given Adrienne not long ago. On it was once again a number on one side and the name Nessa on the other. After a moment of staring at it Morgan held it out to Garrison, "In case you ever end up in my part of the world and need my kind of help." She really would miss the charming Canadian. She never had one of those before, and this one had grown on her pretty quickly.
"Do I have to say some kind of code phrase when I call, like 'This is Red Eagle. The hotdogs are dancing. I repeat, the hotdogs are dancing' so you can be sure it's me and be all mysterious about your security?" He joked, a smile coming easily to his face. He hoped that Morgan would stay, or at least, find something in her work here that made her believe in something more. And despite her comments, he didn't think that she necessarily hadn't, but everyone had to come to those decisions in their own time. She'd changed since coming here, only a little, but maybe that would one day be enough. "And the same applies, eh? You get into trouble, you yell for us. We'll be there."
Dancing hot dogs had Morgan giggling into a hand that had come up to cover her mouth. "Aye, you could, but I think Mike's the only one who'd keep you on the line if you rang up with that. If you just ask for Ness or Nessa it'll get you to me. But you can tell me about the dancing hot dogs if it'll make you feel better." The quiet laughter had crept up into her eyes, causing them to twinkle ever so slightly. The expression on her fact only softened when he told her to call for them if she got into trouble. "I promise. If I get in leather brigade type trouble I will call. I wouldn't lie to my favorite Mountie, would I?" Her smile went along with the wink she gave him.
"Of course you would. Anything to get me into bed after all." Kane rolled his eyes. "I know your sorcerer's ways, Moses."
Garrison picked up the clip back and tucked it under his arm. "Fuck it. Let's go get a drink, toast to your new future, and see if we can win the 'Another Beer' game."
An arm slid effortlessly through Garrison's free arm as Morgan began to head toward the range's exit. "My only regret," she told him with a heavy and melodramatic sigh, "is that you've been too busy pining away after your ex for me to ever have the chance to try to get you in bed." Her shoulders slumped and Morgan made a show of pouting to herself over the matter.
"There's a reason to call. After all, I never said what the dancing hotdog stood for."
An eyebrow arched upward. She said nothing, only placed a chaste kiss on Garrison's cheek.
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Date: 2008-11-14 04:51 am (UTC)Great log guys!
So, how did Garrison find out? A drunken, miserable Adri crying on his shoulder one night? haha.
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Date: 2008-11-14 04:52 am (UTC)Garrison and his dancing hot dog. He's very talented, you know.
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Date: 2008-11-14 04:59 am (UTC)Lol oh yes, Adri knows all about Garrison's dancing hot dog.
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