Sacrificing Morgan
A fic by The Angel
Chapter 5: Cornered
"Thanks for taking me to the diner, Chris," Morgan said as she filed into the booth. Next to her was Team Extreme, and opposite her was Chris, Kurt, and Spike. Chris dipped his spoon into the glass of water.
Lita handed Morgan a menu. "It's good to get out once in a while. And Morgan, watch your back now with the Alliance. You'd be lucky if they only kill you." Morgan sneered as she ripped off a piece of bread. "What? They're lucky because they have someone helping them."
"True." Kurt said, taking a piece of cucumber. "Is that all you say?" Morgan asked. "Hold that tongue," Spike joked. Morgan smiled. "I have to get it pierced, and that's how I'll stop talking."
Matt took a fork in his hand. "How is that possible?" Morgan basted her bread with butter. "My tongue swells up really badly when it's pierced. I tried it before and it swelled like Stephanie's breasts."
Chris gagged on his celery. "Come now, Chris," Morgan teased. Chris chuckled. "I knew I liked you." Morgan squealed. "Anyway, can we order? I am starving." Jeff snapped his fingers. "Waiter!"
"So tactful." Morgan teased. A waiter dressed in a black suit and white apron. "May I help you?" Jeff nodded. "Yeah, we're hungry." Morgan stifled a giggle. "Okay, place your orders." Morgan drummed her nails on the table. "I'll have the mushroom soup and the turkey dinner."
The waiter jotted it down on the pad he was holding and pointed to Team Extreme. Matt, Jeff, and Lita whispered among themselves. "All three of us will have the seafood kabob."
"Uh-huh," The waiter said, scribbling the orders down. He pointed to Chris, Kurt, and Spike. Chris handed over his menu. "The salmon dinner." Kurt shrugged. "A turkey dinner." Spike scratched his head. "Lemon flounder."
The waiter nodded, took the menus and left the area. Morgan scratched her chin. "I wonder what the Alliance is doing."
*
"There's got to be someway to get Morgan McMahon into the Alliance." Shane snapped his fingers in frustration. Paul grinned. "Well, she's a beautiful girl, right?"
Stephanie sneered. "Beautiful? Aren't I prettier than her?" She frowned. Booker nodded. "You are, you are. But we need to make Morgan think she is the mermaid of the sea to get her here." Shane nodded. "If I know my sister, she always falls for charm and good looks."
Paul rubbed his hands together. "Well, your man is right here." Stephanie blinked. "Yeah, but wait, Shane. Morgan is engaged." Shane made a face. "That asshole, Malcolm?" Stephanie nodded.
"Fuck this Malcolm person, I can make her fall for me," Paul protested. Shane and Stephanie glanced at each other. "Try it," Stephanie decided. "She's out right now with some of the roster."
Paul grinned. "Yes…Morgan, you ain't ever had loving if you didn't have Paul Heyman."
*
"Oh god, Chris, I had a blast." Morgan grinned and wrapped her hands around Chris' neck. "Morgan, okay, I think you had a little too many Manhattans at the diner." Morgan rolled her eyes. "Please, Chris, you worry way too much."
Chris frowned, concerned. "Okay. I am leaving you here at the arena. Vince should come soon." Morgan raised an eyebrow. "Vince? Oh! Daddy?" Chris moaned. "Yes, Daddy. All right, you'll be okay?" Morgan nodded. "Yeah. Chris?"
He turned around. "Yes, Morgan?" She smiled. "I love you." Chris bit his lip and twitched. "Morgan, you're drunk. Go home with Vince and sleep it off." Morgan frowned. "I am not drank! I mean, drunk." Her speech was slurred.
"Yes, you are. Good night." Chris paused. He giggled to himself. "She's drunk. Might as well take advantage of it." And Chris laid a big kiss right on Morgan's shiny pink lips. Morgan giggled and smiled. "That was nice, Chuck. I mean Chris!"
Chris sighed and smiled at her. "I'll see you tomorrow." She nodded. "Sure thing…Chris."
*
Paul stuck his head out from the Alliance dressing room. He saw Morgan trying to make her way into the lounge. She was looking for the doorknob. "Perfect timing," He whispered to himself. Booker T groaned. "Why do you have to do it? Why can't the book do it?"
"Because," Shane said, annoyed, "Paul is one of the leaders. Just relax man. You'll see her soon enough. She's drunk anyway." Booker T frowned and slumped against the wall. "Okay, Paul, go!" Stephanie commanded. She giggled as she saw Paul approach Morgan.
Paul blocked Morgan from going anywhere. "Hey there." He said. Morgan raised an eyebrow. "Hello." She continued to fiddle with the door. "Don't go in there!" Paul shouted. Morgan yawned. "Why not?" Paul shrugged. "It's dangerous. Come with me."
"Where are we going? It better not be McDonalds!" Morgan asked. Paul gripped her wrist. "Um, yeah…Right. No, it's not McDonalds. I can't tell you, it's a secret. But I promise you'll like it." Paul forced a kiss on her. "I highly doubt it, you rapist!" Morgan screamed at the top of her lungs.
Paul clamped a hand over her mouth. "I am not a rapist. I am from the Alliance." Morgan pushed off his hand. "What's the difference?" She inquired. Paul ran his fingers off her bare arm. "Shh… Come on now-" Paul was met with a big blow to his head.
Chris stood there behind him. "Ever touch her again, you fat piece of shit, and I'll personally make sure you die." Paul moaned and clutched his ponytail.
"Chuck-Chris, you saved me!" Morgan yelled, jumping into his arms. Chris grinned. "Don't mention it." Morgan fainted into his arms.