Hey guys. I'm back after a very long hiatus. Real life kinda gets in the way sometimes, but here we are with a prequel to my other stories of the Seven and my OC Nikole Morgan. Here we will look into how they originally met and became the family they are. There may be a few discrepancies with time lines, especially with the wars and maybe a bit with my original posting. (Which I still need to clean up...)
Disclaimer: I don't own the Seven. If you recognize it, there is a 99% chance it's not mine.
Here's the story
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March 1990
Derik Morgan looked at the paper in his hand calling him to active duty and sighed.
He glanced at the dark headed beauty standing in the kitchen with her back to him and dancing to CCR's Bad Moon Rising.
"Julia? We have a problem."
"Besides having turned evidence over on my ex-boss for terrorism, and having to change our names, what?"
He handed her the letter, "I leave tomorrow at 6 am. Things aren't looking good in the Gulf."
May 1990
Julianna Morgan sat in their apartment and at the test that lay in her lap, that glared back at her; POSITIVE. She wiped her eyes and pulled out a notebook and pen, quickly writing a letter to her husband, who was currently stationed over in Germany.
July 1990
The letter came back retuned to Julia.
Her husbands major stood on her front porch with a Lieutenant and chaplain, Gangsta's Paradise playing in the background.
It was a freak accident. The Blackhawk carrying her husband and his team of Rangers had a malfunction and crashed. No survivors. Can he call anyone for her?
No. She hasn't been in contact with her parents in five years, and she had never met his parents.
Can he call someone to be with her, and help her?
She was working mechanically.
Major Ashburn had called his wife to look after the grieving widow and Marjory Ashburn had been there for everything. From taking her to and from appointments to the birth of her baby girl, Keirstien Nikolette Morgan. And the very difficult option of placing the baby up for a closed adoption.
A single mother with no where to go had very little to offer a child that would never know their father. That was the thought that spurred her decision.
April 1991 Julia stood with a single hard suitcase in her hand, wearing a white cherry dress and sandals.
The bus was coming down the lane and with a final look back down the dirt road that she had walked from her little cabin, Julia left her life in South Carolina behind. And as the bus drove away, a single ring shined in the sun.
She looked back as a single tear fell.
Down the line, in Tennessee, a man in fatigues boarded the same bus and they caught each other's eyes.
13 years later
Christmas 2004
Derik and Julia walked up to the picturesque country house with their two children and knocked on the door.
A man in his sixties opened the door to them and pulled them close, before ushering them into the living room where an older woman sat on the couch.
Annette Morgan looked up at her daughter and smiled, setting down her coffee cup quietly.
A 14 year old girl stood staring at the Christmas tree, hair pulled into a braid down her back, as Annette stood and let her only daughter and son in law go towards her firstborn.
"Conrad, let's give them time."
7 years later
2011- Oval Office
President Joseph Erickson sat in a meeting with several members of his military officers, trying to decide how to get certain objectives completed without official means.
The doors were flung open, and a woman, no more than 25 walked in, high heels clicking on the floor.
Joseph's secretary could be seen under her desk and several secret service agents were on the floor.
"Nikole. Really? I have gone through 5 secretaries in the last two months. Don't tell me Yvette is the 6th? And what did you do to my agents?"
She sat in a chair and crossed her legs, "The secretaries were incompetent and couldn't find your door if it had a neon sign and your security, well, we won't go there."
Was it bad for the president to bang his head on his desk? Repeatedly? In front of his generals?
Probably. He better not. Best to take the bull by the horns.
"All of you. Out. Now."
Or Nikole could do it for him. Now there's questions. Great.
"Now see here, miss," one general started.
Nikole raised an eyebrow, "When I'm in the room, I outrank YOU. Now get out."
Oh Lord have mercy. She was not making this easy on him.
"Leave us. Wait outside," Joseph said.
After the generals left, he glared at her, "Really? You had to do this now?"
Nikole shrugged, "Your former secretary said be here at this time on this day. Told you they were incompetent."
He handed her a file, "Leave. Now. Get started. You ship out next Monday."
She flipped through it, "Six days to get seven men in fighting condition to find the person selling our weapons to our enemies? I love a challenge."
He looked at her, "Out. Now. You're wasting time. Send my generals back in on your way out."
She opened the door and security scattered and a yelp was heard as Yvette jumped at the opening door.
The generals just looked at her confused.
Yep. The next six days were going to be fun.
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To continue? Or not To continue? That is the question. Let me know.