Aftermath:
Morgan was able to get her jeans and sweater back on before it hit her. The strongest dizzy spell that she had every experienced washed over her. Before her legs turned to jelly and her legs collapsed out from under her she was able to grasp the tree that she had been under before the battle had begun, and sat down carefully. She put her head between her knees and took deep, meditating breaths.
She should have expected this she should have been ready. The days excitement, lack of sleep, hard swimming mixed with vanquishing an evil spirit and forgetting that she can't use the magic that she would have in sixteen years (for being in her young body, gave her back the not so fully developed powers, that she'd had at that age), was the perfect recipe dizziness and possible fainting.
Fainting is just what happened. Her vision began to cloud over and her last thought was of Hunter.
Morgan was warm and comfortable when she woke. There were also arms around her, holding her tightly. Getting her eyes to open was a struggle at first, but they finally complied. The first thing she saw was Hunters worried, beautifully green eyes.
"Hunter? Wh… What h… happened?" She stammered, confused. "I feel s…so weak."
"Sshh, just rest, I found you unconscious under the tree and brought you back here. And I take it you succeeded against Iona? Me being here kind of suggest that." He said while running his fingers lightly through her hair.
It took a moment for her to understand what he was talking about. Then she remembered, as if it was happening at that very moment. She remembered the sixteen years apart and then the coming back. She remembered the battle against Iona and then the dizziness.
"I got dizzy," she said stupidly, but it was all she could say. Her mind was in a state of confusion, and she could feel tears beginning to develop. But she hurriedly blinked them back and buried her face in Hunter's chest, breathing hard.
Hunter held her, rubbing her hair and back until she fell into a deep sleep. But he didn't let go, he held her until he to fell asleep.
The sun was going down when they woke up with hunger. Morgan looked up into Hunter's handsomely, waking face and smiled. "Good evening"
He just laughed and held her closer. The confusion was gone from her mind, replaced by joy. Hunter was safe and they wouldn't be spending any years apart. At least not it they could stop Iona once and for all, and she would do anything to see that accomplished.
Morgan stretched, untangled her self from Hunter's arms reluctantly, and sat up. Hunter followed, his stomach rumbling just as loud as hers.
"I think it's time to eat. Do you think they sell pop tarts and diet cokes?"
Hunter gave her a funny look that made her laugh, and they got out of the bed. The room was chilled so they quickly dressed and headed out of the hotel to the café lined streets.
"Does cinnamon buns and tea sound good enough for your rather unusual tastes?" Hunter asked as they stopped in front of the nearest café called Today's Flavor.
"Actually I was thinking we could go get some of that fried stuff that you said we'd get when you got back from that meeting sixteen years ago, or a few hours ago. Now I'm confused, I'm not very good with this time thing"
Hunter laughed and slung his arm around her shoulders. "Don't worry you're not alone in that. And I know just the place to get that food I promised you."
They sat down at a small table in a little cozy restaurant that was about two blocks from the hotel. It was called Home Cook. After they ordered and the waitress went away they started to talk. Morgan told Hunter about the battle and he told her about saving people from the ferry accident. He was practically proud of saving a small boy who couldn't find his parents, who where already in a life boat. Hunter had untied them.
"Do you think it was that boy that you were supposed to save? That would have died if you weren't there and the future was drastically changed?"
Hunter looked thoughtful. "I don't know, I guess we may never know, unless that woman makes another appearance."
They sat in silence for a few minutes then their food came and they ate hungrily. Talk turned to more pleasant things, like their marriage and Moira. They both avoided one dreadful subject.
What were they going to do about Iona?
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