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Chapter 8- The Call
Morgan put her head in her hands and cried, just cried silently. Her heart constricted painfully as too many thoughts and feelings hit her full on:
'Goddess, I'm going to die. She can't possibly be willing to help us with everything that's happened to her.'
'What if she does come? How can I look at her knowing she slept with Hunter...knowing she was the first girl he ever slept with? Maybe we should just let the wave come; it would solve the problem of facing her.'
'With her past, what makes her so damn special? How did she deserve him? A murderer, a child prostitute from a family that was going to sacrifice her!? What is so fucking great about her?! Goddess! I thought Hunter had class.'
A sob made her shoulders shake and she felt a hand on her back.
*Get off me. Just please don't touch me right now.*
*I know this is a hard time, love, but.....*
*Shut up for a minute, you've been talking nonstop. Let me have a second of peace and quiet to think.*
Her words like a slap in his face and he withdrew his aura from around her. For an hour they simply sat there, Morgan staring straight ahead into oblivion trying to process all the information that had been given to her in the past 24 hours and Hunter reminiscing his past, present and future.
*Why?* He finally heard her voice in his head, glad to have her talking to him again.
*Why what?*
*Why did you tell me all this? Why so much detail?*
*Were you prefer I was vague and withdrawn?*
*Humor me with an answer. This has not been a night where I could see that Seeker in you.*
*Michelle is not a time when I was a Seeker; she's from a time when I was just me. I can't make her into a part of my Seeker routine. Michelle is a complex person with a lot of pain in her past and I hurt her too....now I have to ask for her to help us. She would be a prime candidate for figuring this out. The Council extended her a Seeker-ship when she was 18, about a year after we broke up. They invited her because she's so bloody talented. She can save your life, love, but if anyone pisses her off she won't have a problem with letting you die.*
*She sounds like a bitch.*
*I won't deny that, she is.*
*Then we find another witch to help. Preferably one with a nicer past and no connections to your.....sex life.*
*Is that what this is about?*
*Is what what what's about?*
*Michelle and I.*
*It doesn't put her on my list of people I'd like to meet and work with.*
*Morgan deflate your bloody ego! There ISN'T a list, there's a person. One. Michelle is our best shot without my father alive. Bloody hell Morgan these our LIVES we're talking about saving, we're not inviting her over for tea!*
Morgan blushed and twisted her hands nervously in her lap and then looked at them as though they were the most interesting thing in the world.
*I'm sorry Hunter. But this is A LOT.*
He wrapped an arm around her and was relieved to not be pushed away.
*I know love, and I'm sorry too. Michelle and I haven't spoken in two years and that was a sour last note. If I didn't have confidence she could save you I wouldn't consider asking her.*
*Why not? You said you were best friends before you were together.*
*She's just unconventional and moody. And, yes, a bitch. But she's talented and strong and our best shot at winning.*
Morgan took a deep breathe and snuggled into Hunter's chest just trying to hide from the world, for her problems and from the throbbing in her head that her problems had caused her.
*Hunter? Morgan?* Sky's voice echoed in their heads.
*Yes?* they responded.
*I hate to be the one to remind you that Michelle still needs to be called.*
*I'm not doing until Morgan's ready.*
*Your bloody stupid, Niall.* Sky responded, *But your caring.*
Sky pulled her thoughts away and left Hunter and Morgan to their thoughts. Morgan closed her eyes and fell into a trance of deep thought. Then she got up and got a candle, set it on the table in front of her and lit it.
For a few moments she scried. Hunter tried to see what was happening but Morgan shielded it from him. Suddenly she blew out the candle and sat next to him, resting her head on his shoulder.
"Call her." Morgan said quietly but with a tone of seriousness iron strong underneath it.
Hunter nodded and focused all his energy on a witch message to be sent to Michelle. It would knock her flat on her ass with the urgency in it, but he needed to get his point across.
*Michelle! It's Hunter. I need you to come to Widow's Vale right now. It's an emergency. Please, Shelly, right now! I need your HELP!*
He felt her catch the message and could almost see her empathic reaction to it.
*Hunter?!?!??!?!*
*Yes.*
There was a pause.
*Where's Widow's Vale?*
*New York State, America.*
*Be there tomorrow.*
POV Hunter
I sent her a major wave of relief, *Thank you, Shell.*
Then Michelle's mind blanked out. I was surprised, extremely surprised that she had consented to come and so quickly. I had thought she was going to refuse me at the least. I had sincerely expected her to give me the longest stream of curses in every language she knew....good thing she only knew three.
POV Michelle
I can't believe it. That BASTARD has the nerve to call me like that and ask for me to drop everything in my life to help him. Normally I wouldn't have and I would have thought up a .....colorful way of saying so.
But his sense of urgency and relief were too great...far too profound to be fake. Besides, he wouldn't ever call me unless he was dying......oh Goddess what if he is?!?!?!?!? Alwyn said he had quit the Council (about bloody time too) about a year ago. But then Mr. Niall (risen from the dead) had just recently died.
Oh Goddess, what if it's that terrible wave?
I hope I find him intact and well and if I do.......I'm going to tear his bloody prick off his body!!!!!!!
A/N- Here's Michelle, give her a chance. I promise that she has a perfectly legitimate reason for wanting to neuter Hunter. Tell me what you think Hoping to hear from you *Blue Eyes At Night*
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Chapter 8- The Call
Morgan put her head in her hands and cried, just cried silently. Her heart constricted painfully as too many thoughts and feelings hit her full on:
'Goddess, I'm going to die. She can't possibly be willing to help us with everything that's happened to her.'
'What if she does come? How can I look at her knowing she slept with Hunter...knowing she was the first girl he ever slept with? Maybe we should just let the wave come; it would solve the problem of facing her.'
'With her past, what makes her so damn special? How did she deserve him? A murderer, a child prostitute from a family that was going to sacrifice her!? What is so fucking great about her?! Goddess! I thought Hunter had class.'
A sob made her shoulders shake and she felt a hand on her back.
*Get off me. Just please don't touch me right now.*
*I know this is a hard time, love, but.....*
*Shut up for a minute, you've been talking nonstop. Let me have a second of peace and quiet to think.*
Her words like a slap in his face and he withdrew his aura from around her. For an hour they simply sat there, Morgan staring straight ahead into oblivion trying to process all the information that had been given to her in the past 24 hours and Hunter reminiscing his past, present and future.
*Why?* He finally heard her voice in his head, glad to have her talking to him again.
*Why what?*
*Why did you tell me all this? Why so much detail?*
*Were you prefer I was vague and withdrawn?*
*Humor me with an answer. This has not been a night where I could see that Seeker in you.*
*Michelle is not a time when I was a Seeker; she's from a time when I was just me. I can't make her into a part of my Seeker routine. Michelle is a complex person with a lot of pain in her past and I hurt her too....now I have to ask for her to help us. She would be a prime candidate for figuring this out. The Council extended her a Seeker-ship when she was 18, about a year after we broke up. They invited her because she's so bloody talented. She can save your life, love, but if anyone pisses her off she won't have a problem with letting you die.*
*She sounds like a bitch.*
*I won't deny that, she is.*
*Then we find another witch to help. Preferably one with a nicer past and no connections to your.....sex life.*
*Is that what this is about?*
*Is what what what's about?*
*Michelle and I.*
*It doesn't put her on my list of people I'd like to meet and work with.*
*Morgan deflate your bloody ego! There ISN'T a list, there's a person. One. Michelle is our best shot without my father alive. Bloody hell Morgan these our LIVES we're talking about saving, we're not inviting her over for tea!*
Morgan blushed and twisted her hands nervously in her lap and then looked at them as though they were the most interesting thing in the world.
*I'm sorry Hunter. But this is A LOT.*
He wrapped an arm around her and was relieved to not be pushed away.
*I know love, and I'm sorry too. Michelle and I haven't spoken in two years and that was a sour last note. If I didn't have confidence she could save you I wouldn't consider asking her.*
*Why not? You said you were best friends before you were together.*
*She's just unconventional and moody. And, yes, a bitch. But she's talented and strong and our best shot at winning.*
Morgan took a deep breathe and snuggled into Hunter's chest just trying to hide from the world, for her problems and from the throbbing in her head that her problems had caused her.
*Hunter? Morgan?* Sky's voice echoed in their heads.
*Yes?* they responded.
*I hate to be the one to remind you that Michelle still needs to be called.*
*I'm not doing until Morgan's ready.*
*Your bloody stupid, Niall.* Sky responded, *But your caring.*
Sky pulled her thoughts away and left Hunter and Morgan to their thoughts. Morgan closed her eyes and fell into a trance of deep thought. Then she got up and got a candle, set it on the table in front of her and lit it.
For a few moments she scried. Hunter tried to see what was happening but Morgan shielded it from him. Suddenly she blew out the candle and sat next to him, resting her head on his shoulder.
"Call her." Morgan said quietly but with a tone of seriousness iron strong underneath it.
Hunter nodded and focused all his energy on a witch message to be sent to Michelle. It would knock her flat on her ass with the urgency in it, but he needed to get his point across.
*Michelle! It's Hunter. I need you to come to Widow's Vale right now. It's an emergency. Please, Shelly, right now! I need your HELP!*
He felt her catch the message and could almost see her empathic reaction to it.
*Hunter?!?!??!?!*
*Yes.*
There was a pause.
*Where's Widow's Vale?*
*New York State, America.*
*Be there tomorrow.*
POV Hunter
I sent her a major wave of relief, *Thank you, Shell.*
Then Michelle's mind blanked out. I was surprised, extremely surprised that she had consented to come and so quickly. I had thought she was going to refuse me at the least. I had sincerely expected her to give me the longest stream of curses in every language she knew....good thing she only knew three.
POV Michelle
I can't believe it. That BASTARD has the nerve to call me like that and ask for me to drop everything in my life to help him. Normally I wouldn't have and I would have thought up a .....colorful way of saying so.
But his sense of urgency and relief were too great...far too profound to be fake. Besides, he wouldn't ever call me unless he was dying......oh Goddess what if he is?!?!?!?!? Alwyn said he had quit the Council (about bloody time too) about a year ago. But then Mr. Niall (risen from the dead) had just recently died.
Oh Goddess, what if it's that terrible wave?
I hope I find him intact and well and if I do.......I'm going to tear his bloody prick off his body!!!!!!!
A/N- Here's Michelle, give her a chance. I promise that she has a perfectly legitimate reason for wanting to neuter Hunter. Tell me what you think Hoping to hear from you *Blue Eyes At Night*
