Yuri: Okay these two are the most adorable siblings in the world to me...though I happen to like Gerome and Morgan as siblings as well. That is really cute...but I mean Lucina and Morgan? ADORABLE. I feel so sad when I think of the DLC "Future Past" and then the Lucina from the time the game takes place...I mean Morgan D8 MORGAN WHY...*cries*...okay enough of that...here is support b.

Once again. I'd like to state I use Japanese names for the kids and some characters. Example: Rufure, Azure, Nn.

SUPPORT B

It's been about three weeks since the cockroach incident and it was still a-buzz within the camp. Currently Selena was bothering the Trickster Rufure about it, "Jeez! Can't you do something about them?! I mean it is one thing if Morgan does it but for Lucina to as well?!" hands on her hips, leaning forward the orange haired girl frowned, "It's bad enough that you switched your job class to trickster! It sets an example!"

Rufure gave a small sigh as she ruffled her turquoise blue hair, the other hand messing with her eye-patch, "Honestly Selena…how is my job class…"

That was the most recent conversation Lucina had heard as she passed her mother and Selena who had no idea she had just walked by. She had a pressing matter to attend to as she walked towards Morgan's tent, "…Morgan." A sigh was given as her brows creased, "You know what I'm about to say, don't you?

Giving a cheerful smile Morgan waved an apple slice in his left hand as he poked Falchion with his right, "Um…Be sure to wash Falchion after I'm done cutting this apple?"

A vein popped up on her forehead, finely shaped eyebrows furrowed as she gritted her teeth, "DON'T use Falchion to cut apples in the first place, you dolt!" if she was anyone else she would of hit her brother upside the head and snatched Falchion from him instead of holding her hand out patiently for it.

Jumping a bit on his stump Morgan swallowed thickly, scared that his sister actually raised her voice, "Eep! S-sorry! I'm sorry!" whoa Chambray was right! Lucina could be scary…this was the first time he has ever seen her mad—or had he before he lost his memory?

Seeing Morgan shrinking down in fear Lucina relaxed a bit, a small sigh leaving her, "You had best be more than just sorry…" slowly kneeling down in front of Morgan, she began to run her fingers along Falchion's blade gazing at it, "That sword is a national treasure of Ylisse and a final memento of my father." Of course she missed the shocked and heartbroken look on Morgan's face as she continued, "Would you use the last earthly remembrance of your dead father to cut FRUIT?!"

Swallowing lightly Morgan stared at his sister who was focused on the blade. It was like she was implying Chrom was not his father, she was not his sister, Lissa was not his aunt nor was Lon'qu his uncle and Wood not his cousin. Why did she phrase it like that? It hurt…

Glancing up at Morgan who was now just staring at her, Lucina frowned, "You've shamed the weapon that built your very homeland!"

Deciding to shove the feelings of depression deep down, the young recently reclassed as mercenary smiled happily at his sister, "Well, you've seen for yourself how big the apple is. And with no other knives around…" trailing off for a moment as he saw his sister's eye twitch he continued quickly, "B-besides, I barley ever touched the thing before. I dunno, I…I got curious…and well mother is teaching you to be a tactician so you got recalled…"

"….." Staring into Morgan's eyes which bore so much resemblance to her own, the mark of the exalt in the opposite eye of her own, the Princess and future Exalt after her father just continued to stare. Morgan did have a point…though she may be able to use tomes now, her ability in magic was not so high as her skill in swordsmanship, she still used Falchion when needed.

"So, um, a-are you…Yeah, you're mad." Morgan's shoulders slumped at the obvious. His sister's long, hard, silent stare was enough to tell him so.

"You've never held Falchion before?"

Say what? Seriously? She asked that instead of being mad? Glancing up a bit, Morgan shrugged his shoulders slightly, "Not really, no." a thoughtful look came across his face, "In the future, you always kept it by your side." Even with his memory gone, Morgan knew for sure his sister would never let Falchion out of her sight. Nodding a bit he took a bite of his apple slice and held one to his sister before withdrawing it at her look, "And since we've been back here, I've maybe moved it from tent to tent once or twice." As an afterthought he did the same with their father's Falchion, not just Lucina's parallel Falchion.

"Then we don't know if you have the potential to wield it." Slowly sitting down now instead of kneeling, Lucina brushed her long hair back over her shoulders. Yes. How could she not have noticed sooner?

Puzzled Morgan tilted his head to the side slightly, "Wait, it takes a special person to use it?" it did? Really? If he recalled was this the Falchion from Naga or the one given by Nagi? Two versions of the story said the Hero-King Marth had the Falchion that was made from Naga's fang stolen and then another was they traveled to a different dimension, woke up a Divine Dragon named Nagi after Tiki was killed and then brought back so it was Nagi's fang then not as powerful as Falchion but…still. A sudden look of pain crossed his features for a moment. Ouch. He just hurt his brain.

Raising her eyebrow Lucina watched the expressions shift on her brothers' face. Must have been thinking of something complicated, "I see there is much you do not know." Of course she ignored the pointed look from her brother and simply coughed to cover up her moment of density, "This blade was forged with Naga's power and steeped in the exalt's bloodline." Taking a stick she began to draw it on the dirt, "Only a select few are able to wield it, even among the Ylissean royal house."

"Huh. Well, I've never fought with it before—at least as far as I can remember." Making sure to point out his memory, Morgan gave a mental sigh. It seemed that this one was the first more well known story of Falchion. So it was Naga's fang. A shrug was given, "I suppose that means in the future I came from, I wasn't deemed worthy." This time Morgan missed the flash of emotion go across Lucina's face or her intake of breath.

"That's not necessarily true, Morgan." Did Morgan think he was from a different future than her own? She did get separated from Morgan the day of the attack and Naga's spell to send them back to this time, choosing her response she made sure to pretend she did not hear a part of what Morgan had just said, "I never did give you a chance to try it before I traveled back here."

Morgan felt his lips twitch upwards for a moment at what his elder sister just said. Yes. He could be from the same future as his sister and the other kids.

"Honestly, I'm mortified we've come this far without ever putting it to the test."

"I have to admit, it'd be pretty amazing if I really could wield it." A happy wide smile appeared on his face as his eyes crinkled, "A brilliant tactician wielding a legendary sword…Mother would be so proud!" it then hit him for a moment as he gave a small laugh, "But I'm now working on Mercenary skills and job class! Heh, heh guess it's up to you, Lucina!"

A small smile was given as she began to stand, "Mostly I'm ashamed I never stopped to consider it." In all honesty she was. How could she not? What if she was unable to protect Morgan and he was left to protect the both of them? What if he had no tome on him? The thought of her little brother being hurt or worse…killed scared her, caused dread to fill her. Shaking her head slightly she steeled her tone, "If you are, in fact, among Falchion's chosen, that is knowledge we need." A nod was given, "There may come a time when it proves necessary for you to take it up."

The feeling he got from those words…he did not like it at all. His smile slowly began to fade as he stared at Lucina, "What, like if you're busy?" please be that.

A small shake of the head was given, "Life if I'm dead, Morgan." As she said that she made sure to look her brother directly in the eyes. She hated seeing the look of shock, fear, and alarm run through her little brother's eyes, "Having someone able to wield it even after I'm gone would be a considerable asset."

Morgan began to shake a bit as he dropped an apple piece, Falchion still being held in his hand. No. She was talking about her death? He didn't want to think of that! His sister was invincible just like mother!

"We must use any means at our disposal to ensure the future is saved." Motioning for Morgan to stand, Lucina backed up a bit, "Now let's go put it to the test. I believe father is in the training area as well…"

Silent. He chose to stay silent for that moment as he gazed at his sister. Gathering himself, Morgan slowly stood clutching Falchion in his right hand.

"Morgan?" what was suddenly wrong with him? The shifting of his furrowed brows to the sudden carefree smile and shrug? That was so strange. What was wrong with her brother?

"Aw, forget it. There's no way the sword would choose someone like me." A laugh was given as he glanced down at Falchion.

"You don't know that until you try. You yourself just said you wished you were able to wield it. So let's-"

That was it. Morgan threw Falchion on the ground a few feet away not caring that his sister gave a shocked cry or that Wood, Nn, Azure, and Brady saw what just happened. No. He didn't care! "I said NO! I'm not doing it!" body shaking, small shoulders clad in Mercenary armor began to jingle a bit, he shook his head back and forth rapidly, "Don't make me…"he then glanced up, tears forming, fists clenched, "Don't make me practice for your death, Lucina!"

That was it. Tugging her little brother into her arms, she began to run her fingers through his hair as she felt hot tears pierce her shirt, "…I understand how you feel, but we must be practical about this." Gods she made him cry? What kind of sister was she? Keeping a tight hold on her brother she began to talk in a soothing yet still stern tone, "We cannot afford to lose this war. No matter what happens or who dies."

A sob broke out as he tilted his head up to stare at his sister, tears running down his face, "You think I don't know that?! But it's not…it's just not that simple, all right?" slowly fisting his sister's shirt in his hands, his voice raised in pitch, "Think of all that Mother's doing to protect us!" what was with that expression that just flashed in his sister's eyes? "Would you betray that?"

Meeting her brother's gaze dead on she continued to run her fingers through his hair as her other arm still held him around the waist, "Not by choice, Morgan." She slowly moved the hand from her brother's hair to wipe away a tear from his face, "Never by choice." A softer tone was given as she gently pressed her forehead to her brother's, "…But there are no guarantees in war."

Starting to push at his sister's chest to make her let go, he knew it was futile as she was much stronger than he, "And that's supposed to make me feel better?! If it means you dying, I don't want anything to do with Falchion!" a stubborn look was now on his tear stained face, "And if you make me try, I'll only use it to chop up more apples, so there!" giving one final shove as he felt Lucina loosen her grip, the young royal broke free, "I'm leaving!" with that he swiftly stalked off, shoving past his cousin and his friends, even ignoring the concerned gaze from Nn.

Lucina gazed after her brother with a small frown; "Morgan…" a sudden sigh was given as she placed a hand to her wet shirt that was soaked with his tears, "He sure is stuck on this whole apple business…"

~Yuri's Corner~

Well here is Support B. I hope you all liked it!

I mean...I believe these sort of things could happen if you were there watching...but that is my take. I mean it is a big camp people are bound to see...and you can't exactly help but imagine it right? Different scenarios? I mean it only appears like they are in the barracks and only their facial expressions change so yeah...I like my idea of "My takes"...