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I'm gonna have -fun- with this story...
Meeting...Yourself?
Chapter Three: Who the hell are you?
by Adele Elisabeth
Simultaneously in two seperate worlds, there was a glow.
And four people vanished.
Only to reappear, moments later, confused, in a place that was...
...empty. White. And nothing else.
Morganna yelped and hid behind her husband, still clad only in her knickers and his shirt. Severus himself boxers and a nightshirt. Morganna was buttoning up the shirt she wore, cursing under her breath.
Ganna and Sirius looked baffled. A moment ago, they'd been feigning interest in Ganna's mother's roses, and now they were standing there -- wherever 'there' was -- with a half-clad...
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, that was Severus Snape! And who was that wo--holy.
"She looks just like you." Sirius hissed.
"Stop looking. Now." Severus ordered. Of course he wasn't jealous. Morganna loved him, and only him. He knew that. He just didn't really want to have anybody else looking at her. Especially when she was tousled, half-asleep, and wearing his shirt and not a hell of a lot else.
"I have to agree, there." Ganna told her husband.
Severus stared at her, as if seeing her for the first time. "Morganna..." he said, tapping his wife on the shoulder.
"Yes?"
"Yes?"
Severus glared at the familiar stranger. "Not you. My wife." Turning to face Morganna, he looked down at her. "She looks just like you. And evidently, has the same name."
"I noticed." She replied, darting glances at the other.
Sirius and Ganna, meanwhile, were talking in hushed (and somewhat worried, and somewhat pissed) voices.
"She's got the same name as me! And she looks just like me!" Ganna hissed.
"And she's married to -Snape-."
Their hushed conversations drew to a close when a small, dark-haired 14-year-old appeared, and approached them, smiling in a way that suggested she knew something they didn't. "So glad you all could make it." She let her gaze travel to Severus and Morganna. "Perhaps I should have given you more time..."
"Who the hell are you, and who the hell is she?" Severus demanded, advancing on the girl and pointing one shaking finger at Ganna.
"Just now, I'm a higher power, and she is - and so are you, to her - what might have been." The small girl smiled mysteriously again.
"What might have been?" The Morgannas queried in unison, before glaring at each other.
"Don't hate each other. You -are- each other." She told them, giving them yet another cheshire cat smile. "Morganna Maria Montaque, then Morganna Maria Snape. Or Black." She glanced at Sirius and Severus, who were eyeing each other. "I've devoted more time to the Snapes, because it's so much fun to tormen--I mean talk about them, but now I see I might have been missing out on something."
"What are you talking about?" Morganna asked her, tilting her head.
"Don't worry about it too much, Madame Snape. In any case, there are several large differences in the way your worlds work that make you you."
"Such as?" Sirius inquired.
"Morganna, do you recall the first day you ever saw Severus Snape?" The little 'Higher Power' questioned. Holding up a hand to stop Sirius's protests, "I'm not changing the subject, Black. Hush."
He did so, reluctantly.
"Of course I do." She responded. "I saw him in a shop window."
That surprised Severus. He hadn't known that.
"Right. Well, that never happened for Ganna. You see, right then, Marc had been deciding whether or not to say something to you. In your world, he didn't. But in Ganna's...he distracted her at just the wrong - or right, depending on your viewpoint - moment. She never saw Severus, and was placed in Gryffindor - as you would have been, if you hadn't been desperate to get close to Severus Snape."
"I was not desperate." She replied indignantly, drawing herself up.
This seemed to amuse the girl further. "Whatever you say. Anyhoo, Ganna was Sirius's girl from just about the get go, and viewed Severus Snape as just another Slytherin git."
Ganna nodded. "Indeed I do."
Morganna glared at her.
"Will you two quit that?" The 'Higher Power' glared at them. "I am -trying- to...well, do whatever it is I'm doing."
"And what, exactly, is it that you are doing?" Severus raised an eyebrow, voice deceptively mild.
"Don't you use that tone on me. I am...showing you. What might have been. I'm sure I said that already."
"You probably did. We just weren't listening." Sirius drawled.
"Shut. Up. My name is...ummm..." She thought for a moment. "Del. Del will do."
"Del will do what?" Ganna quipped, earning yet another glare. She was on a roll, wasn't she?
"Get to know each other." She motioned them towards each other, before popping into nothingness.
"Get to know -her-?" Came at the same time, and incredulously, from the Morgannas.
And it was, of course, followed by much glaring.
There was a knowing snigger from nowhere in particular.
"Morganna," Severus attempted to soothe his wife, shelving his own misgivings in the face of her distinct displeasure. "We may as well make the best of it in the mean time."
"Make the best of it? We're trapped god only knows where with a pair who apparently belong in a 'reality' not our own, and you want to make the best of it?" Morganna's voice was rapidly getting shrill. "Not to mention the fact I'm barely half-dressed!"
"I had noticed that, dear."
"I was sure you had."
Ganna was fuming. Sirius had given up on trying to placate her, he'd learned that the best place to be when Ganna was in a mood was far, far, far away.
***
That's all, for now. This chapter's taken me a while, but here y'all go.
I'm gonna have -fun- with this story...
Meeting...Yourself?
Chapter Three: Who the hell are you?
by Adele Elisabeth
Simultaneously in two seperate worlds, there was a glow.
And four people vanished.
Only to reappear, moments later, confused, in a place that was...
...empty. White. And nothing else.
Morganna yelped and hid behind her husband, still clad only in her knickers and his shirt. Severus himself boxers and a nightshirt. Morganna was buttoning up the shirt she wore, cursing under her breath.
Ganna and Sirius looked baffled. A moment ago, they'd been feigning interest in Ganna's mother's roses, and now they were standing there -- wherever 'there' was -- with a half-clad...
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, that was Severus Snape! And who was that wo--holy.
"She looks just like you." Sirius hissed.
"Stop looking. Now." Severus ordered. Of course he wasn't jealous. Morganna loved him, and only him. He knew that. He just didn't really want to have anybody else looking at her. Especially when she was tousled, half-asleep, and wearing his shirt and not a hell of a lot else.
"I have to agree, there." Ganna told her husband.
Severus stared at her, as if seeing her for the first time. "Morganna..." he said, tapping his wife on the shoulder.
"Yes?"
"Yes?"
Severus glared at the familiar stranger. "Not you. My wife." Turning to face Morganna, he looked down at her. "She looks just like you. And evidently, has the same name."
"I noticed." She replied, darting glances at the other.
Sirius and Ganna, meanwhile, were talking in hushed (and somewhat worried, and somewhat pissed) voices.
"She's got the same name as me! And she looks just like me!" Ganna hissed.
"And she's married to -Snape-."
Their hushed conversations drew to a close when a small, dark-haired 14-year-old appeared, and approached them, smiling in a way that suggested she knew something they didn't. "So glad you all could make it." She let her gaze travel to Severus and Morganna. "Perhaps I should have given you more time..."
"Who the hell are you, and who the hell is she?" Severus demanded, advancing on the girl and pointing one shaking finger at Ganna.
"Just now, I'm a higher power, and she is - and so are you, to her - what might have been." The small girl smiled mysteriously again.
"What might have been?" The Morgannas queried in unison, before glaring at each other.
"Don't hate each other. You -are- each other." She told them, giving them yet another cheshire cat smile. "Morganna Maria Montaque, then Morganna Maria Snape. Or Black." She glanced at Sirius and Severus, who were eyeing each other. "I've devoted more time to the Snapes, because it's so much fun to tormen--I mean talk about them, but now I see I might have been missing out on something."
"What are you talking about?" Morganna asked her, tilting her head.
"Don't worry about it too much, Madame Snape. In any case, there are several large differences in the way your worlds work that make you you."
"Such as?" Sirius inquired.
"Morganna, do you recall the first day you ever saw Severus Snape?" The little 'Higher Power' questioned. Holding up a hand to stop Sirius's protests, "I'm not changing the subject, Black. Hush."
He did so, reluctantly.
"Of course I do." She responded. "I saw him in a shop window."
That surprised Severus. He hadn't known that.
"Right. Well, that never happened for Ganna. You see, right then, Marc had been deciding whether or not to say something to you. In your world, he didn't. But in Ganna's...he distracted her at just the wrong - or right, depending on your viewpoint - moment. She never saw Severus, and was placed in Gryffindor - as you would have been, if you hadn't been desperate to get close to Severus Snape."
"I was not desperate." She replied indignantly, drawing herself up.
This seemed to amuse the girl further. "Whatever you say. Anyhoo, Ganna was Sirius's girl from just about the get go, and viewed Severus Snape as just another Slytherin git."
Ganna nodded. "Indeed I do."
Morganna glared at her.
"Will you two quit that?" The 'Higher Power' glared at them. "I am -trying- to...well, do whatever it is I'm doing."
"And what, exactly, is it that you are doing?" Severus raised an eyebrow, voice deceptively mild.
"Don't you use that tone on me. I am...showing you. What might have been. I'm sure I said that already."
"You probably did. We just weren't listening." Sirius drawled.
"Shut. Up. My name is...ummm..." She thought for a moment. "Del. Del will do."
"Del will do what?" Ganna quipped, earning yet another glare. She was on a roll, wasn't she?
"Get to know each other." She motioned them towards each other, before popping into nothingness.
"Get to know -her-?" Came at the same time, and incredulously, from the Morgannas.
And it was, of course, followed by much glaring.
There was a knowing snigger from nowhere in particular.
"Morganna," Severus attempted to soothe his wife, shelving his own misgivings in the face of her distinct displeasure. "We may as well make the best of it in the mean time."
"Make the best of it? We're trapped god only knows where with a pair who apparently belong in a 'reality' not our own, and you want to make the best of it?" Morganna's voice was rapidly getting shrill. "Not to mention the fact I'm barely half-dressed!"
"I had noticed that, dear."
"I was sure you had."
Ganna was fuming. Sirius had given up on trying to placate her, he'd learned that the best place to be when Ganna was in a mood was far, far, far away.
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That's all, for now. This chapter's taken me a while, but here y'all go.