So... This has been a while, but in a few days my school starts again and I don't like that. Today I am extremely sad because Robin Williams, an actor I loved very much, died, so i'm not in a good mood. But, I wrote this yesterday and I know I'm being stupid for not writing 13 prompts you gave me. *hides* I will write all of them hopefully, this is one, lots of you wanted to have another one shot about Unexpected, so here it is! Maybe you should read the first part again cos it's been a while.

Summary: Greg and Morgan meet and try to get over the attack.

Warning: M-rated stuff. Gehgeh :3 Read and Review! xx

edit: Sorry I made such a stupid mistake! I uploaded the wrong thing... but okay here is the good one, sorry for that... I wasn't really there with my thoughts... ten times sorry.

He could only stare. Her perfectly shaped face was covered with little scratches and cuts, one eye was bruised and she looked terrified. Never he had seen something which broke his heart more. His Morgan, the girl who couldn't break, the perfect survivor. But there she was, running her fingers along a deep cut in her cheeck. She was looking in Brass' eyes.
'She's wearing your hoodie.' Nick awoke Greg from his gaze. Now he noticed. It was the sweater he had kind of given to her because she loved it so much, though she insisted on spraying it with his perfume and aftershave so she could always smell him. She now indeed pulled up the collar of the sweater a bit and brought the fabric to her nose. She smelled it. It was a black sweater with a white infinite sign on it. He knew the way it fit on her, the way she wrapped her hands in the sleeves and then take a cup of coffee or tea and cuddle up against his chest. He swallowed by this thought.
'She likes it. It's more hers than mine now.' He felt Nick's eyes inspecting him, from every part of his face to his feet.
'For how long, Greg?'
He frowned and looked at Nick. 'You know what I mean, for how long are you two together?' There was a silence in which Greg stared back to Morgan and Brass in the interrogation room while he and Nick stood behind the one-way mirror. Brass asked Morgan to fill in some things which Greg hadn't had to do probably because Morgan remembered more of the attacker.
'A few months. I'm so used to her being with me I don't even know,' said Greg and bit his lip. 'Is that bad?'
Nick shrugged.
'Dunno. But you love her so I think not.'
'Yes I love her,' he mumbled and again turned his eyes to Morgan's bruised face.
Finally she stood up. Brass followed her and they walked towards the door. Morgan avoided to look at the mirror. Maybe because of the people behind it, or for the reflection of her own face covered in cuts. Greg hesitated.
'Maybe she doesn't want to see me.'
'Don't be stupid,' hissed Nick, noticed how angry he sounded and placed his hand on Greg's shoulder, 'of course she wants that. You saw how she smelled the sweater.' He added a bit softer. 'Go to her.' Greg obeyed immediately. He ran around the corner and saw her just coming out of the room.
'Morgan,' he tried to scream but it was not more than a whisper. But she heard him.
'Greg!' She forgot about Brass and totally ignored Nick who showed up behind Greg but she ran and stood still just before him.
'You... You're hurt.' He said and he touched the deepest cut on her cheeck very carefully.
'You too, my hero.' He cupped her face in his hands.
'I'm sorry this happened to you sweetie, I tried to...' He began but she cut him off by kissing him. Her lips lovingly caressed his and he responded at last, forgetting about Brass and Nick, who were awkwardly looking at the couple. Greg's hands were still on her cheeks and her hand was at the side of his neck. He smelled her shampoo he couldn't get enough from; sweet and little.
'Jeg elsker deg, for et øyeblikk jeg trodde jeg hadde mistet deg,*' said Greg in his mother tongue.
'Vi kommer til å bli bra,' she responded.
'Morgan!' She turned around and saw her dad running towards them. When he was close, they hugged and he told her he just heard what happened and asked her if she was fine.
'Yes I will be, Greg's there for me and I'm sure we'll catch the guy who did this.'
Ecklie looked up to see Greg who shyly stared at his feet.
'Sanders?' The young man shot his eyes up at him.
'You saved my daughter. I can never thank you enough for that.'
His eyes widened in surprise but then he corrected himself.
'I'd do it again. I don't want to be thanked. She saved me as much as I saved her.' A flashback of her, furiously slamming a lamp at the attacker made him say that. 'You should be proud of her.'
Suddenly she was at him again, hugging him and kissing him for the second time.

They were at home. The mess had been cleaned up by Greg and Morgan themselves because they were the ones who knew the way it had to be. It looked like it had never happened, but the attack was still haunting them. When Nick had passed by to ask if they were fine they had both jumped by the sound of the doorbell. They were both having horrible nightmares and they tried to calm each other down though they were scared themselves as well. They would sleep with the lights turned on and they locked the doors when they were both at home. They were never home alone because it drove both of them mad.

'Beauty, wake up, you're dreaming again. Hey Morgan...' Greg touched her cheek. She was mumbling and turning around in her sleep. He stroked her hair until she opened her eyes and sat up in fear. 'Calm my love, it's okay. I'm here.' She then totally woke up and buried her face in his shoulder.
'I dreamt that he killed you...' He answered her terrified look by kissing her nose and then her lips while she still sobbed but kissed back hungrily, pushing him back on the bed and pulling the sheets over them. She wanted to forget her dream and make sure Greg was alive so she touched his lips with her tong and he responded by opening his mouth and sliding his tongue against her teeth. There tongues dartled around each other as they made little noises in each other's mouth, quickly breaking apart to breath and then continuing their play of mouths and tongues.
She pushed away his boxers as he grabbed her shirt, pulling it away while she put out her underwear. Her breath was locked in her throat as he ran his hands along her back. He plented a kiss in that one softer hole in her neck, then biting it carefully and kissing it again. His breath was music to her ears while she leant back, forgetting her tears. How could she cry now?
'You're driving me crazy, y'know that?' He whispered as he took her ear between his lips. She whimpered and moaned.
'Omygod, Greg... You're...' She couldn't finish her sentence because he bit her ear for a moment.
'Yes?' He looked her in her eyes. Blue eues full of love looked back, sparkling with passion. 'I am...?' He gave her a lopsided smile.
'Perfect. Stunning. Driving me cra- oh...' He touched the spot on her neck with his tongue and chuckled deeply. 'It's not fair,' she whimpered. Her nails scratched his back a little bit as she pressed her body against his. It was his time to gasp in surprise.
'No that's not fair...'
They were so aroused, lost in each others touches that they for the first time forgot about the attack. Their hands locked in each other.
'Greg please...' her begging was cut of by a kiss. She broke apart and hungrily stared at his deer brown eyes. 'Take me... I need you...'
'Morgan...'

His breath slowed down calmly. Her head was on his chest, which was going up and down. She ran her finger over his arm, his neck, his chest next to her face. Her wild hair with little knots in it tickled his shoulder.
'Morgan?' said Greg with his soft deep voice.
'Hmm?' she lazily lifted her head a bit to look at him.
'I love you.' She smiled, snuggled against his chest again and pulled the sheets over their legs some more, sighed in relief and whispered, 'I love you too Greg.'

* I love you, for one moment I thought I'd lost you

** We'll be fine

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