Morgan and Garrison | Monday morning

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Garrison stops by Morgan's suite once he finally pries himself out of his bed to say hello and thank her for being a friend.

Garrison yawned as he rapped on the door of Morgan's suite. He'd just woken up after about twenty straight hours of sleep. His erratic flight pattern back to the States had taken a lot out of him, and despite his super endurance, there was a point where he'd hit a wall, and his body simply shut down on him. On waking, he had collected a cup of coffee from the kitchen and some breakfast, saying hello to the odd person, and figuring out who he should drop in on. As he walked down the hall, he beelined towards Morgan's suite. She'd come to him when he'd been in pain, and she deserved a thank you.

Morgan was wide awake. In fact, she was so wide awake she'd already done her daily trip down to the pool and eaten breakfast. She needed to readjust to the eastern timezone, but at the same time she enjoyed waking up before dawn and having the place quiet and to herself. The knock on the door came as a surprise and Morgan put down her book to peer at the door curiously. It wasn't that urgent sort of sound of someone in trouble, so why was anyone knocking on her door before classes even started? Padding over to the door barefoot, Morgan opened it and blinked at the sight that greeted her. "Uh, hi. Welcome home. Why are you at my door at this hour? Not that it's not nice to see you but it's like..." Actually she didn't know what time it was at all so she just stepped back and gestured him inside.

"Someone told me that there was a bomb inside that could only be defused through coffee, and since I'm the only federal agent in the mansion, it turns out to be my responsibility." He handed her a full coffee mug and grinned lightly. "It's good to see you, Morgan. I got in late on Saturday, and this is the first time I've been conscious for more than twenty minutes at a stretch to say hello."

"Oh my god, coffee." Morgan grinned widely down at the mug in her hands. "God, you're like my dream man. All I get from Sam is hot chocolate." She didn't really like hot chocolate, or chocolate at all, very much but she still hadn't told Sam that and she wasn't going to bring it up now. Morgan trailed back toward the couch where she'd been curled up and nodded for Garrison to follow her. "How was running away to a boat," she asked before sipping at the coffee and perching on the arm of the couch.

"Potentially enlightening. I don't know." Garrison shook his head. There was still so much he hadn't absorbed yet, but at least he felt like he had something to work with, as opposed to the crushing loss of control that he'd crumbled under before going. "I still think I'm pretty fucked up in the head, but at the same time, I feel like a lot of, well, crap got broken up in there at the same time, eh? I needed to be somewhere that wasn't safe, I guess, to force myself to really think about things."

He took a sip from his coffee and motioned with the cup. "I also wanted to say thank you. You came and found me, and made sure I knew that no matter what, you cared. That meant a lot out there."

"Everyone's fucked in the head, love. It's all about what you do with that. That's what matters. You'll figure it out. You're a smart guy, after all. Just break it all down, categorize it and deal with one box at a time. The problem's when you try to deal with it all at once. You just end up buried and then you can't find your way out. Ends up looking hopeless even though it's not. That sucks."

Morgan waggled a finger at him. "Don't go giving me too much credit here. I had half a mind to track you down, throw you in a sack and drag your ass back here. Lucky for you I decided to respect your right to run away. But the finding," she shrugged, "it's what you do for people who matter to you."

"I'd have just dropkicked you into the Pacific. After all, super strong, eh?" Kane grinned at her. "Also, Secret Agent Dad had my back. So you would have had a serious operation on your hands to get that sack on the boat. The other problem is that you should see it down there. You would have come to haul me back, and end up signing on to Dad's boat as crew just to stay."

Morgan shrugged. "Well, I needed a new job anyway. Maybe I should have gone down there just for the job. I'd be brilliant on a boat, except for how I've never been on one in my life unless you count this row boat I fell off of once when I was about nineteen or so. Graceful, let me tell you." She sipped at her coffee again and slid onto the couch from the arm. "And, whatever, you wouldn't dropkick me. I'm too cute and meek and helpless." She batted her eyes at him and gave Garrison a very bad approximation of an innocent expression.

"While trying to stuff me in a sack. Not buying it, Morgan." Kane laughed, taking the moment to lean against the side of her desk. He noticed the boxes scattered around, and his brow wrinkled. "A little early for spring cleaning, isn't it? I mean, it's not like you brought a lot of stuff in the first place."

"What? You'd love being in my sack. I'd pet you, feed you, make sure you had toys for the trip." She grinned at him, though when he noticed the boxes her mouth formed into a pursed little O off to the right. "I'm moving. Sadly I've got more stuff now than I did when I showed up. Not terribly much more, though, which is why the boxes are staying open until I need to put them in a car."

"You're moving? I thought you were planning to stick around now." Garrison said, a little taken aback. If he was getting home just as Morgan was leaving to go back to her old life, it was going to be a long time before they saw each other again, and the blue woman was important to him.

"Yeah, well, I'm not allowed to live here and work for Snow Valley so out I get." Morgan said it like he already knew even thought she knew he didn't. She was just waiting for him to get that smirky look on his face because she'd gone and ended up doing something he had suggested to her months ago when she told him that she was leaving.

"You went and joined Snow Valley? Really?" Garrison gave a low whistle. He'd suggested Wisdom's organization months ago, when she first planned to leave, and the woman had been fairly empathic about not needing a cause to fight for, and how her mercenary family was more important to her. It was quite a shift. "Well, I think it's a good thing, Morgan. There's some good people over there, and they could use your skills. Besides, I don't think Scott could take an X-Man trainee with a codename of 'Gunbunny' or something." He joked.

With an intentionally high-pitched tone Morgan squealed, "But Gunbunny would be so cute!" Rolling her eyes at the voice, she went on. "LeBeau hired me for a job while you were gone. And then I got dragged into that mess with Apocalypse that you showed up at. Then I played the worm on the hook for him last week. After the Apocalypse stuff when you four showed back up he offered me a job. There were people I didn't want to leave here so I thought about it. While you were running off to your dad I ran off to Africa to see the guys." She shrugged. "I accepted the job over the weekend."

"Wow." It made sense, although, again, it was surprising. Maybe this place had been getting to Morgan after all. "I'm really glad, Morgan. I think you're a hell of a lot better than you give yourself credit for, at least, you care a lot more than you maybe want to admit. It's good to see you with something to believe in."

Morgan shrugged, rapidly growing more serious. "The guys are in the Democratic Republic of the Congo right now. It's hell, really. For that work an enemy is an enemy is an enemy. And I don't think I could do it anymore after having an enemy who was a bad guys instead of just on the other side." As much as she would like people to think she didn't have a heart, Morgan very obviously did. "I think you give me much more credit than I deserve, actually."

"It's possible, but I don't think so. I tend to believe in people who believe in me." He said simply and finished off his coffee. "You made sure to tell me that if I was running away, I knew there was a place to run back to. That's called caring about people, Morgan, and it gets reciprocated." Garrison yawned hugely and stood up. "And with that, I need to get myself down to the gym and work some of the rust off. I'll catch up with you later?"

"So that means I'm stuck with you? Like a barnacle?" She smiled at him, unwilling to keep the conversation too serious. "Yeah, later's good. I find all that rust distracting anyway." She made a gesture that indicated Garrison as a whole. "It really detracts from my view. Tragic, I tell you. Tragic." She hmphed at him and paused in thought for a moment. More quietly she told him, "You've got to quit with this taking off stuff, though. I'm really getting sick of having to miss you."

"Miss me? Morgan, you should know that anytime you miss me," Garrison paused at the door and grinned, "you'll likely have the chance for another shot."

"If I miss you it's probably only a warning shot, love." She winked at him from the couch. "So maybe you should toddle off to work on your rust before I consider other rusty bits of yours that should be worked out, yeah?"

"Dirty." Was all Kane said with a laugh in response, before closing the door behind him.