Chapter 1

For Kimball20, a true Mordeson fan

Mordecai grabbed his coat and bolted out the door. Slowing to a walk, he put his jacket on, the cold snapping at his feathers. Today was the day he was going to ask out Margaret. After years and years of waiting, he had finally found out she was single, raising his chances of getting a date with her. Smiling to himself, he turned a corner, to see the coffee shop up ahead. This made him quicken his pace. He had left Rigby back at the park to cover for him. Benson hadn't known the blue jay had skipped work just to ask a girl out, but this was different. If he didn't act now, then she could be taken in a second. This was his only chance. He pushed open the door, the jingle of the bell catching Margaret's attention. Mordecai walked up calmly to the table, taking his usual seat.

"Hey Margaret"

The robin walked up with a notepad and pen in hand. "Hey Mordecai. Usual?"

He drummed his fingers against the table. "Actually, no."

She lowered the notepad, looking at him.

"I was thinking maybe me and you could...you know"

"I do?" She put the paper and pen on the table.

He cleared his throat. "Go...for...a...walk?" He stuttered out.

She smiled. "Sure, I'd love to" She took off her apron and walked to the back. "Sir, I'm taking my lunchbreak now." She called, already walking back to Mordecai. He stood.

"Be back in an hour Margaret. Eileen's off her shift today remember? We can't have a full line of customers waiting" He heard a gruff voice.

"Right. One hour. Got it" She called. Grabbing Mordecais arm, her voice lowered to a quiet tone. "Come on. Let's take that walk"

It was as if life knew Mordecai was planning all this. Everything was perfect, like in Mordecais dream. The sun was shining brightly behind small puffy white clouds, trees leaves brushed against their feathers, and kids all around them shrieked in excitement as they ran around the playground. He sighed as he looked around.

"So, why'd you wanna go for a walk?" Margaret asked casually, looking at the kids.

Mordecai almost froze in his tracks. He had forgotten why he had planned all of this, just enjoying the scenery had taken his mind away from it. It's amazing what things can do, he thought. Getting of track. He shook his head then smiled at her.

"Oh, you know, just to enjoy the scenery" He laughed nervously.

Margaret knew something was up but decided to leave it. She raised her eyebrow at his strange comment, since the scenery was just cars driving past and shrieking cars, but she left it.

They both walked in silence, watching everything around them as if they had never walked down the path before. But both had. And both their minds were running; Mordecai's with nerves and Margaret's with strange curiosity.

Margaret suddenly looked up. "Um Mordecai. It's getting pretty dark."

Mordecai stopped, looking up at the sky. She was right. It had gone dark. The night was dotted with stars, a crescent moon looking down on them. "Can't you stay a little bit more?"

"I have to get back to the coffee shop or my boss is gonna fire me. I better go'

She turned to go but he grabbed her arm. "Wait"

"What?"

"I..." He dropped his arm to his side.

She turned her body to face him. "What is it Mordecai?"

"I.." He sighed. "You know how I said I planned this walk to 'enjoy the scenery'?

She nodded, smiling.

"Yeah, well. That was a lie. You see, I.."

Before Mordecai could get another word out, he heard a rusting in the bush. Turning his head, he saw a figure jump out, black hood on, gun in hand. He raised his hands automatically. It wasn't needed. Margaret heard the noise before seeing the blood. She closed her eyes when the gun fired, her ears ringing. When she opened them, she saw the figure standing there, studying the blue jay. Margaret gritted her teeth and took a step forward. Seeing Margaret make a move, the figure ran. Margaret chased after it, heart thumping. In the cold of the night, she was sweating like mad. Panic, she assumed.

She jumped forward to attack the figure, but it vanished as soon as she landed on the concrete. Standing up, she looked up at the sky. It had...just...gone. There was no logical way to explain it. Her eyes narrowed as she thought about it. Then they widened when the realization hit her: Mordecai.

Sprinting back to the blue jay, she saw he was kneeling on the concrete, clutching his chest. She knelt down with tears in her eyes. He was staring at the concrete but when he felt her touch, he looked up. His face had drained of color. Scrambling for her cellphone, she quickly dialled 911. She stumbled over her word, telling them the information. They told her they would be 5 minutes. Nodding, she put her phone away. She swallowed, gripping Mordecais hand.

"It'll be ok Mordecai. You'll be fine" She rushed out, tears streaming down her cheeks.

He struggled to breath, his grip on her hand slowly loosening. One gasping breath took everything away. He collapsed on the concrete, his face pale, his eyes closed.

"No, no, no, no, no, no..." She repeated, each one faster than the last. Lifting Mordecai in her arms, she slowly took his hand away from his chest. Her breath hitched in her throat. A small hole caved in the blue jays chest, blood seeping out. She cried now, burying her head in his feathers, her tears mixing with the blood. "Please, Mordecai...please, don't go"

Margaret sat on the plastic chair, hands entwined. Panic swamped her as her dark eyes drifted to the door. Closing them, she shook her head, willing to look, anywhere but there. She had been a panicked, tired, scared mess when the ambulance arrived. She was surprised she could stand, let alone actually get into the truck. Clutching his hand all the way, she had silently cried, praying for the blue jay to live. Now here she was, waiting in a cheap plastic chair outside of Mordecais room, while little kids with snotty noses and tired mothers sat near her, awaiting the news of her friend. But she was afraid. Wanting to know the news was good and bad. Did she want to know? Course she did. Or did she...? Shaking her head again, her thoughts were interrupted with a tall figure opening his door. She looked up to see Mordecais doctor. After the previous events with Rigbys 'deaths'(see 'Over The Top' and 'Eggscellent') he had become their regular doctor now. His orange hair, usually scruffy, was a tangled sweaty mess. Dark circles were like makeup round his eyes, making his green eyes glint.

"Are you Margaret Haddard?" He was looking at his clipboard.

She slowly stood, her heart racing. "Yes"

He looked up at her. "It seems Mordecai was shot in the chest. Luckily, the bullet was near to the heart, not straight through."

She pressed her hand against her own chest, taking long deep breaths to calm herself.

"Unfortunately", he continued, flipping through his pages. She slowly took her hand away.

"The wound was so severe that we had to perform many surgeries on him. He has slipped into a coma, that will most likely last for weeks on end. I'm sorry." He bowed his head in condolences then went off down the hall, probably to fix to another patient. Margaret didn't care. Her head was swimming. Coma? Surgeries? Wound? Shot? So many words mixed in her head, it was hard to concentrate.

When she had finally made it back to her house, she collapsed on the bed in fresh tears. How long was Mordecai in this coma? The doctor had said weeks. But how many? Maybe it could be a month. Or two. Or a whole year. Or... She sobbed her heart out at the last possibility

...maybe forever

Yay, new RS story(again!) Why do I do this? I mean, I have so many more to write and...

Anyway

Pre-Warning: This story will be Mordeson(incase you didn't get the hint with the characters) so if you don't like, don't write. I don't write stories to get hate reviews :)

I know it seems like MordecaixMargaret at the beginning, but it's not. It will be Mordeson in later chapters, promise.

This story will be a little different, and by different I mean longer(maybe 15-20 chapters) because I plan to make it like that, with no stories to update or new stories to write.

The story will most likely be split into two parts(One: Margaret and Rigby trying to find the shooter. Two: Benson struggling to cope with the blue jay in a coma) But with most of my stories, I don't plan them out as they go, so this 'little warning' could be a lie... I may change it as I go, I don't know. All I know is that it will be Mordeson.

But don't worry, it won't be sex and shit, no. It'll probably just be a little kiss. Not hard out Mordeson LOL

I will update a new chapter probably every few days, due to homework from school and stupid projects, chores, days out...blah blah blah, you get it.

I'm looking forward to writing this story, so it may be better than the rest(maybe), excited even...

ALONG THE WAY, THERE WILL BE CLUES ABOUT WHO THE SHOOTER IS.

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