{Disclaimer: I own Morgan McMahon. Vince McMahon owns the WWF and the Alliance. Characters belong to Titan Sports.}
Sacrificing Morgan
A fic by The Angel
Chapter One: Decisions, Decisions Part 1
"Daddy, you woke me." Morgan clutched the black cordless phone in her hand and propped her pillows up against her headboard. "Morgan, it's nine am." Vince McMahon stated, feeling a bit sorry he woke his youngest daughter.
Morgan sighed and ran a hand through her toast color hair. "Well, Daddy, what would you do if you were out all night with clubs? Er, I mean, uh…" Morgan snapped her fingers in defeat.
"Busted," she muttered.
On the other end of line of the phone, Vince McMahon set a hot mug of coffee on his desk. "Clubs, Morgan McMahon? A McMahon was out at a club? If anyone knew who your father was-"
"I'd be robbed and dead in a ditch this morning. Gee, where I have heard that before?" Morgan retorted, wondering if her nails needed a touch up manicure.
"Listen, Morgan. Enough with that sarcastic attitude that your mother and I are so fond of. You're a rebel. You want to go out, you want to drink, you probably want to have sex, for crying out loud, and-"
Morgan sneered. "Daddy, I am twenty-three." Vince groaned on the other line. "No matter how old, a father doesn't want to learn that his daughter is having unprotected sex with men she meets at clubs."
"Daddy, we are not having this conversation!" Morgan slipped her feet into her slippers as she walked into the bathroom. "Now, listen, Daddy, is there any other reason why you called, or did you just want to aggravate me early in the morning?"
Vince rapped his pencil on his desk. "I want you to come down to the WWF." Morgan squirted a dot of toothpaste onto her toothbrush. "Daddy," She said. Her words were garbled as she stuck the toothbrush into her mouth. "You know I won't. You ask me every year."
"Why not?" Vince exclaimed. Morgan scraped the brush against her teeth. "Because," She said, once she rinsed her mouth out. "I am against professional wrestling, and you know that."
Knowing he couldn't change the mind of his stubborn daughter, Vince sighed and clutched his head. "How can you say that when your father is Vince McMahon?"
"Well," Morgan said, heading down the stairs, "for one thing, far too many deaths are caused with children. They think they can kick each other in the stomachs and do a neck breaker just because the Rock does it, or Stone Cold does it."
Vince stroked his chin, thinking of a good reason to protest that. "We are encouraging kids not to do this at home. We have several commercials stating that this is all done by professionals."
"Heh," Morgan said, tying a leash to her dog, "you think that's going to stop kids?" Vince groaned. "I never had any problem with Shane or Stephanie." Morgan shrugged. "Well Daddy, I am more outspoken and passionate then they are. Can't help it."
"Well, please say you'll even consider it. I miss you out here. Please?" Vince sounded like a teenager begging his parents for money. Morgan sighed and held her dog back. "I don't know Daddy, give me time." And she hung up.
*
"Want to kick it again tonight?" Morgan walked up the block with her Dalmatian, Snowstorm, and sighed. William Hartman ran to catch up with Morgan's fast speed. "Not really," Morgan said, trying to dodge her annoying friend.
William frowned and played with a tendril of Morgan's curly hair. "Drop it, asshole," She sneered. William held his hands up. "Okay, okay." He said. He smirked. "You sure do have the McMahon attitude." Morgan grabbed the leash and stopped short.
"I have a feeling I was adopted. I do not have the McMahon attitude. I do not have the McMahon anything! In fact, I am ashamed beyond belief to be a McMahon." William's mouth hung open. "Oh… Somebody is going to be disowned tonight!"
Morgan held back Snowstorm. "Go." Morgan pointed down the street. William frowned and twirled his own hair in his fingers. "I just want to know if you want to kick it tonight!" William smiled his goofy grin and laughed as Morgan shot him death glares.
"Sorry, but I need to speak to Malcolm tonight." Morgan bent down and patted Snowstorm on the head. William sighed. "Oh, I see. Has he been deprived for a while?" William snorted his laughter into his hands, talking about Morgan's boyfriend. Morgan sighed.
"Shut up you little immature moron!" Morgan yelled. Snowstorm growled. "Back, boy." She warned her dog. "Malcolm and I need some alone time to discuss things… Why am I telling you this anyway?" Morgan yelled. William backed away slowly. "Okay, okay."
Morgan sighed as William walked down the other end of the street. "What am I going to do about Dad?"
*
"Er… Why are there candles?" Morgan asked as she stepped into Malcolm's house. Malcolm smiled. "We haven't seen each other for a while. I wanted everything to be special." Morgan sighed and breathed in. "I didn't call you for that, Malcolm. I, er…Sit down."
Malcolm sat down next to his girlfriend and arched an eyebrow. "Morgan, is everything okay?" Morgan sighed. "I got a call from my father today." Malcolm's chest heaved down. "So I take it you're going to the WWF?"
"He's my father, Malcolm. As much as I love you, blood is thicker than water." Morgan buried her head in her hands, and wiped the tears away that threatened to come out. "I was going to give you something tonight, but I guess you wouldn't want to take it."
Malcolm pulled out a black velvet box. Morgan bit her quivering lip. "You were going to ask me to marry you?" Morgan asked, looking away. Malcolm grabbed her shoulders. "I still am. But I know you'll turn me down. I was hoping I could change your mind."
Morgan took the ring. It was a square diamond with pearls surrounding it. "I…I…" Morgan twirled the ring around. "I love you," She said. She took Malcolm's face in her hands. "I am still going to WWF. But I am saying yes to you. I am only going for five months."
She paused. "I'll be back." Malcolm nodded. "We can have the wedding next year." Morgan grinned. "Now that's the spirit!" She kissed her new fiancée. "I am going to go pack now. But I'll see you in five months. It's a promise."
Malcolm grinned. "I can hardly wait."
*
Morgan, feeling excited and dizzy, picked up her phone. The same phone that she told her father off on this morning. She dialed the WWF Headquarters. It was seven thirty, her father would certainly be there. She didn't like who picked up the phone.
"WWF Headquarters, Shane McMahon speaking." Morgan rolled her eyes. "Shane, it's Morgan. Let me speak to Dad."
Shane chuckled. "Nice to hear from you, Sis! Very nice! I thought you were against our business." Morgan gripped the phone. "Shut up, dick face, and put Dad on." Shane twirled a pen in is hand. "No, no. Not until you tell me what you want."
"Look- put Dad on right now!" Morgan screamed. Shane dropped the phone and clicked off. "Morgan is still a bitch." He said as he walked back to his dressing room.
Morgan banged the phone on her table. "Shane! Shane! Shane!" She screamed. She groaned and pressed re-dial. "Pick up, Daddy." She muttered.
"WWF Headquarters, Vince speaking." Morgan sighed in relief. "Daddy! It's Morgan." Vince grinned at his daughter's positive attitude. "Hello, sweetie. What's on your mind?" Morgan squealed. "Malcolm proposed to me!"
Vince frowned. "Oh, how nice." Morgan grinned. "But we're getting married after I come back from the WWF."
"Huh? What?" Vince asked. Morgan smiled. "I am coming to the WWF, Daddy."