Sacrificing Morgan
A Fic by The Angel
Chapter Ten: But I Love You
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"Everything ready?" Malcolm pushed Morgan in a wheelchair, since she was a bit too weak to walk. "Everything is set, everything is perfect, everything is just wonderful." Morgan was getting ready to leave the hospital after four days of agonizing pain.
Vince hurried down the hall. "Wonderful," He stated as he saw his daughter and his future son in law. "I just checked her out. We're ready to go." Morgan squealed with delight and looked to her fiancée.
"Vince," Malcolm started. Vince smiled at Malcolm. "Great. We finally learned that you could call me Vince." Malcolm chuckled for a second. "Yes. I wanted to know, when should I bring Morgan back home?"
Morgan's father sucked on his teeth as he thought about this for a minute. "I suppose you could bring her home tomorrow." Morgan raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me? Doesn't the object here have a say?" She grinned.
"I have to finish up a few things in the hotel, plus I have to finish up a few things at the headquarters. Remember, Daddy? I have to help them set up." Vince looked pained and sighed. "Morgan, you were in a very serious car accident. I don't think you should do anything that requires lifting."
Morgan held her hand up. "Please, Daddy. Don't argue with me. I already made up my mind. I can go home after Smackdown this week." Vince glanced to Malcolm. "What do you think?" He asked.
"I'll keep an eye on her." Malcolm teased. Morgan rolled her eyes. "Oh, gee, thanks." Vince chuckled at his daughter and her fiancée. "Alright, then. Let's go." Vince held the door open as Malcolm pushed his daughter out.
Chris Jericho watched from the corner like a spy. Morgan was going back to the hotel. If that's where she was, then that's where Chris was.
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"Can you walk to the bed?" Malcolm asked as he Morgan made their way into their hotel room. He lifted her out of the wheelchair and set her on her feet. She limped a bit, but then straightened herself out. "Yeah, I am okay."
Malcolm smiled. "Okay. Great." Morgan slowly walked over to the bed and plopped down. "I am going to go get some food and gamble for a bit. Do you want to come?" He asked her. Morgan shook her head. "No, I am okay. But if you can, after you're all done, can you bring me a bagel?"
"Of course."
Morgan grinned. "Thanks. Go have fun. I'll be okay here. I am going to relax for a bit." Malcolm nodded. "Are you sure you're going to be okay? I'll never forgive myself if you got hurt."
"Yes, I am fine. Go have fun." She repeated
"No? You want me to stay?" He asked. Morgan snorted and rolled her eyes. "No!" She shouted. "Go! Gamble away! Spend all of my dad's money!" Malcolm gave her a million-dollar grin and closed the door behind him. Morgan giggled to herself.
I love him, she thought. There was no doubt about this in the world.
There was a sharp knock on the door. Morgan groaned, knowing that she needed a little help to get up. "Come in," She finally called. Her eyes bugged out of her head when she saw who came into her room.
"Chris! Get the hell out of here!" Morgan screamed. She jumped up in her bed, staring at him with eyes that were full of pure hatred.
Chris looked at her; his body seemed pleading for her forgiveness. "Please, Morgan, before you throw me out-" Morgan smirked. "Damn straight I will."
"I want to let you know…I am sorry for what happened." Chris sighed, and leaned his weight on the table.
"As you should be." Morgan replied bitterly. "But in a way, Chris, I am happy that you smashed my car into a million pieces, and I am happy that you nearly killed me and knocked off my oxygen supply. Because then Malcolm came along again. I was actually falling in love with you."
She paused and smiled evilly as she watched Chris's mouth hang open. "I was. You had the charm I wanted, you had the personality that I had been aching for, and god knows you certainly had the looks. I forgot all about the ring on my finger, the love I shared with Malcolm."
"I realized that he is the man for me. Not you. You were just some petty fling that I could have used to get me through this hard time. I am over the hard time now, as well as I am over you." Chris frowned. "Morgan, you don't mean that…"
Morgan raised an eyebrow. "Don't you dare tell me what I mean. I am a McMahon, and I am not going to be used by some blonde asshole like you. Now you know that it's over, and now maybe you can get a hint."
"But I love you." Chris said, obviously heart broken. "I love you, I need you, and I want you." Morgan snorted. "We all don't get what we want sometimes, now, do we?" Chris sighed. "Whatever, Morgan. I did forget that you're a McMahon, and I did forget that you can't change a McMahon's mind."
Morgan smiled. "Now you remember." She slowly got up and took out her bag. "This is too much, Chris. You here, telling me what you feel, and let me add that it's a load of bullshit. And…And…And…" She grabbed her head and let out a scream
"Morgan, calm down!" Chris screamed. He placed his hand on her shoulder gently. "Don't touch me!" She threw his hand off of her. "Go. I don't want you here." She zippered her bag and took out another one. "Where are you going?" Chris asked. Morgan moaned and plopped down on the bed. "None of your damn business."
Chris frowned. "It is. I love you." He repeated. Morgan rolled her eyes. "I am flattered, honestly, but sorry toots. You and me? It's never going to happen." She took her two bags and headed out the door. "I am going to get Malcolm. Screw the Smackdown set, he and I are leaving- today."
"You are not." Chris said simply.
"Don't tell me what I will and will not do."
"When Chris Jericho loves something, it takes a whole lot to let it slip away. Nothing ever went through my grasp."
"Well, I am about to make history then, aren't I?"
Morgan threw the two bags over her shoulder and left.
/ I need to feel you
You need to feel me
I can't control you
You're not the one for me, no /
Chris looked around the empty room.