Sacrificing Morgan
A fic by The Angel
Chapter Two: Decisions, Decisions Part 2
"Isn't that fabulous?" Vince said, clearing off his desk. "What made you decide to change your mind?"
Morgan plopped down on her bed. "Well…" She said. "I really don't know. I mean, I haven't seen you or Mom in such a long time. I miss you guys." Vince smiled.
"And you'll seen Shane and Stephanie again!" He added, with a whole bunch of enthusiasm. Morgan cringed. "Now that I won't mind missing…" Vince groaned. "Please don't tell me you're on separate terms with Shane and Steph."
Morgan moaned as Snowstorm ran into the room and licked her hand. "Okay. I am on good terms with them. See Daddy? I am not a good liar. In fact I spoke to Shane before and he hung up on me."
"I'll talk to him. It'll be hard, know that we're on opposite sides…" Vince moaned and rubbed his forehead. "Opposite sides?" Morgan inquired, setting food out for Snowstorm.
Vince groaned some more. "Yes. He owns WCW. And Stephanie owns ECW. They merged, trying to put the WWF out of business." Morgan gasped. "Honestly, Daddy, I never liked Shane and Stephanie. They seemed TOO close."
"Morgan…Enough. They're going to try to get you on their side, so I am warning you." Vince warned his daughter, knowing that she'd pick the World Wrestling Federation anyway. "Of course I am not going to fall for their shit!" Morgan wiped dog food residue off her hands.
She took out a large suitcase. "One thing, Daddy," Morgan said, pulling out a pair of jeans. Vince switched the phone to his left shoulder.
"What, sweetie?"
"Where are you going to be?"
"In Nebraska."
"Nebraska? Not Rhode Island? At least that's not THAT far from Connecticut. How I am getting there?"
"I'll send you a nice limo, Morgan. I'll send a wrestler to pick you up."
"Lovely. Make sure this one knows how to drive."
"Yes, I'll get the best one. I love you. I'll see you soon."
"Okay, Daddy. Hugs!"
"And kisses."
Morgan bit her lip and hung up the phone. "Well," She said, rubbing her hands together. "Better start packing!"
*
"Daddy, it's eleven thirty. I thought he was supposed to be here at ten!" Morgan set down the heavy suitcases she was carrying. Snowstorm whimpered next to her. "I am not taking you, honey. You'll stay with Malcolm."
Vince sighed. "You still have that damn dog?" Morgan frowned. "No wonder Snowstorm never liked you." A long, glossy, white limo was coming down the street. "Here's the limo! Finally," Morgan retorted. "Well, hopefully I'll get there in one piece. Love you." Morgan clicked off the phone.
A tall, muscular, blonde man stepped out of the limo. "Chris Jericho, at your service."
"Morgan McMahon." Snowstorm jumped up on Chris. "Bad dog!" Morgan screamed. Chris laughed. "Heh, it's okay. I love animals. And… apparently, they love me." Morgan grinned. "Off to Malcolm you go." Morgan said.
Chris took the bag that Morgan held in her right hand. "Malcolm?" Morgan helped Chris load it into the trunk. "My fiancée." Chris's heart dropped. "What a rock," Chris commented, after Morgan showed him the ring. "We're getting married next year." She stated.
"Oh," Chris closed the trunk. "I was hoping you'd become a wrestler. You have a very nice physique." Morgan blushed. "Well… I am a McMahon." Chris took Morgan's hand and helped her into the limo. He sat down next to her. "You're not driving?" Morgan asked.
Chris arched an eyebrow. "Say what now?" He asked. Morgan looked at Chris. "I thought you were the chauffeur." Chris snorted. "I take it you don't watch wrestling that much." Morgan shrugged. "Nope, sorry."
"It's okay. No, I am a wrestler. I socked your sister in the face with a pie last week, sorry." Morgan giggled. "Can I have the tape of that?" Chris watched Snowstorm run into the arms of Malcolm from out of the window. "I thought you were a family girl."
Morgan fiddled with her ring. "Ha," She muttered, "I hate wrestling, so right then and there, I am not." Chris smirked. "But why don't you like your siblings? I mean, I can understand it, but you're blood…" Morgan smiled at Chris.
"Stephanie has always been a two faced bitch, even when we were little. She had friends, and then she'd turn on them. And Shane has always been with a few screws loose." Chris chuckled. "You don't say?"
Morgan nodded. "I do say. I always used to snoop on them when we were little. I was the youngest, so I had an excuse." Chris looked into Morgan's green eyes, and felt like he could stare into her pools of emerald forever.
"Chris?" Morgan waved a hand in front of his face. "Hmm? Yeah." Chris stuttered and looked away. Morgan shrugged. "As I was saying, when Shane was in sixth grade, Stephanie was in third, and I was in preschool."
Chris nodded politely. He noticed the crooked diamond necklace that was wrapped around Morgan's neck, and he ached to fix it.
"I have a strange feeling you don't care what I am talking about." Morgan said, flat out. She's blunt, Chris thought. "I, er…I have a headache." He lied. He quickly clapped a hand to his head. Morgan reached into her purse.
Pills rattled in her bag. "I have aspirin. Want one?" She held out a dusty yellow pill. Chris shook his head. "It's okay. It'll go away. It's from traveling, I suppose." Morgan shrugged and put the pill back into her bag.
"Okay, then. Let me feel your head, you may have a temperature." Morgan clasped a hand to Chris's head. "Cool as a cucumber, you liar." She joked. Chris pouted. "I have an illness. Do not poke fun at the sick."
Morgan giggled. "Shut up." She playfully punched his arm. Chris moaned and rubbed it. They stared at each other and laughed out loud. Morgan grinned to herself.
Guess I didn't make a bad decision after all, she thought.