Disclaimer: I don't own 'Durarara!'.

Author's Note: So, it's back to my POV. I really do apologize for the content of this chapter, but Morgan's…well, Morgan's a troll.

I blinked when I got home, standing in the entryway. Morgan, unconscious and with a bandage around her head, lay on one of the couches. There was a gaping hole in the wall, and Shizuo sat on the other couch with a man in a lab coat and a woman in a black biker suit and a yellow-and-blue motorcycle helmet.

"Um…What happened?"

Shizuo looked up at me. "You're back, Tiana-chan!" He sounded relieved.

I nodded slowly and repeated, "What happened?"

Shizuo glanced back at Morgan. "She got pissed at the flea or something…She came home and hit her head against the wall until she broke through it…" He shook his head. "She was talking about random stuff, and she was bleeding, do I called Shinra-kun to have a look at her…"

"Oh…" Izaya, you ass…

He nodded. "Oh, yeah! Tiana-chan, this is Shinra-kun."

The man in the lab coat adjusted his glasses and waved at me. "I'm Kishitani Shinra," he said.

"It's a pleasure to meet you."

"And this is Celty, the Dullahan I told you about," Shizuo continued.

The woman's shoulders hunched up, and she pulled out a PDA, quickly typing something on its keyboard, before shoving the screen into Shizuo's face.

"It's okay, Celty. She believes in magic and stuff," he replied.

She typed something else on the PDA, showing the screen to Shizuo again; she seemed agitated.

"Ní gá duit a imní," I told her.*

Her helmet turned to me, nonexistent eyes staring at me behind the tinted visor. She stood and walked up to me, typing on her PDA. [Tá a fhios agat Ghaeilge?]**

I nodded. "Tá mé cuid Gaeilge."***

She seemed to smile.

"Agus tá mé chreid i geónaí i draíocht. Ní raibh sé ró-dezcair a chreidiúint go bhfuil tú i do Dullahan."****

She turned to Shizuo, typing on her PDA; whatever she 'said' made him blush. She then turned back to me, typing in Japanese.

[It's nice to finally meet you. Shizuo's told us so much about you.]

I blushed. "Th-thank you…"

Behind her, Shizuo was blushing as he looked away.

After a while longer, Morgan stirred. "Hheeheehee…I feel funny…" She looked around dazedly. "Ohhh, hiiii everypony~!"

Shizuo snorted a little.

"Dooon't mock me, blondie…I can seeeee your future…"

"…I think she's still out of it…" he muttered.

"You think?" I asked, shaking my head as I approached Morgan. "…How do you feel?"

Morgan kissed me lightly on the cheek. "I feel like a pixie cloud with raspberry filling~"

I blushed lightly. "Oi, none of that when people are over…"

"When they leave, then?" She grinned and stroked my cheek as Shizuo glared at her slightly.

I rolled my eyes, feeling her brow; she was slightly warmer than usual, but only because of the blood rushing to her wound. I sighed, standing up. After a silent pause, I looked at Shinra.

"Thank you for your help. I think I can take it from here, though…"

He smiled and nodded at me. "Yeah, okay! Just make sure she doesn't open it again."

"Ahhh, you know me, Shin-chan…I'll just get hurt again, anyways…"

Shinra blinked. "Ah…" He nodded a little to himself. "You heard about me from Izaya-kun."

"Of course I did. I've been through his files just as much as he's been through mine~" She sounded a little strange. "Asking about definitions for old medical records and so on and so forth…"

"Oh, so that was your fault…" Shinra murmured.

I blinked in confusion.

Morgan smiled a little. "I had a valid reason. He deserved it." She sounded like she was becoming more alert.

"Okay…" I said doubtfully.

Shizuo looked around the room. "Well…uh…I'm gonna go ahead and head back to my apartment, too…It's kinda late…"

"Oh…Yeah…" I went to give him a parting hug. "I'll see you later."

He smiled softly. "Yeah," he murmured, before hugging me back.

"…and so I said, 'I'll take three hot men, a la carte'!" Morgan threw out her punch line, and we all had a good laugh. We had all gathered in the living after dinner that night, and I noted that Morgan seemed perfectly fine, despite the bandage wrapped around her head, and considering the events of that day.

"Oh, you did not…" I laughed.

"I did!" she giggled. "I swear~! Haha, you should've seen their faces…"

I shook my head. "Honestly, you and your fantasies…"

"Me and my fantasies? HAH! Your dreams are worse, from what I've heard in the night."

"Huh?"

"What do you mean, 'huh'? I'm talking about your sex dreams about little Shizu-chan next door!"

My cheeks heated up almost instantly. "I-I have NOT had any of those sorts of dreams…!"

"Yes, you have! You toooooooootally have! The way you make out with your pillow and moan, "Oooh, Shizzuo…Shizzuuo, stoooop…" Morgan mimicked my voice.

I looked down at my lap, anxiously twisting the hem of my nightgown in my hands. "Not true…"

"Then what about last night?" She grinned evilly.

I didn't answer, and she laughed triumphantly. I still remained silent, steadily darkening. I knew that I had an unfortunate tendency of talking in my sleep…and knew she had already formulated a scenario based on the context on whatever I may or may not have said aloud.

Morgan giggled happily, obviously pleased with my embarrassment.

"Shut up…"

"Why should I~?"

I looked away.

"Hehe~ It's kind of adorable. You just care about him so much~ You say so many things…about wanting to be in his pants…"

I remained silent.

"Ne~ And you're so loud, too…Always moaning…Calling his name…If you want him so bad, why not go over there~?"

"Y-you know I don't believe in sex before marriage…"

"Yes…But the way you were talking…I think I got the general idea." She grinned, taking on a sort of narrator voice. "You're walking along the street, when slowly he comes up behind you. You're surprised, of course, but then he kisses you roughly, slowly pressing you against the wall of the alley. He grinds his hips against yours, and you moan, 'cause you know you like it. Slowly, his hand trails up your shirt, while his other hand moves down to your belt…"

I froze.

Morgan's grin widened as she continued softly. "And of course, your own hands slowly work away his belt and slide down his pants and boxers. He sucks on your neck, pulling away your clothing and slowly—"

"And what about you?" I suddenly snapped. "Pining after your 'Zay-chan'."

Morgan blinked. "What do you mean…?"

"I may talk in my sleep, but you act out your dreams."

She flushed a bit. "I do not!"

"Oh, really? That body-length pillow you have? You certainly think it's Izaya when you're sleeping."

Her blush deepened. "…I doubt it…"

I pitched my voice—it sounded nothing like hers, but it was just extra payback for her teasing. "N-no, Zay-chan…Not there…It huuurts."

She darkened again. "I didn't—That's not—" she stammered.

I gave her a pointed look.

She huffed. And that has nothing to do with acting it out!"

I snorted. "Oh, you were humping that pillow pretty hard, love."

She quickly turned a deep maroon. "W-was not!"

"Mm-hmm…"

Amie couldn't contain her laughter anymore. "You guys remember that there's still that hole in the wall, right…?"

I blinked, having forgotten all about it. Slowly, her words sank in, and I looked at the damaged wall…which led into Shizuo's bedroom.

Morgan let out a low whistle. "Oooh, well, I'm going to bed, then…"

I let out something of a strangled whimper, growing very hot, and hoping against all hope that he hadn't heard…

*You don't have to worry.
**You know Gaelic?
***I'm part Irish.
****And I've always believed in magic. It wasn't too hard to believe that you're a Dullahan.