Securities: Jez and Morgead
Jez had finally come up with her foolproof plan. The only problem was there were so many variables that it wasn't really foolproof.
But she had to go through with it. So she stood at Morgead's door waiting. She steeled herself, refusing to be afraid this time. She had planned everything so she wouldn't get to a place where she didn't know what to do.
She had already knocked on the door so now she was just waiting. Where was he?
Apparently not in that room, she decided. She knocked again for good measure and then walked in. "Morgead, are you in here?" She looked around and confirmed that he was, in fact, not in the room. She walked the rest of the way in and sat on the edge of his bed. He had pretty much destroyed her original plan by not being there.
She picked up his pillow, one of the few items in the room that wasn't packed, and held it close. It smelled like him, she decided after a moment.
The door opened at about the time she buried her face in the pillow.
"Jez?" Morgead's voice questioned. "What are you doing?"
"mmph… mmph… mmphmmphmmph," Jez said into the pillow.
"Could you be a little clearer?"
Jez lifted her head. "I came in here to… umm… never mind, I can't say it. The words will not come out."
"O…kay…"
She got off the bed, blushing severely.
"No… I have to say it… its important…" Now Morgead was looking at her like she was going crazy… and maybe she was.
She moved toward him but stopped about three feet away. She was wringing her hands and looking effectively humiliated.
"Jez…" he trailed off like he wanted to help her but didn't know how.
"Could you, um… close your eyes?"
Morgead raised his eyebrows but did as she asked.
She moved so she was only a few inches away from him.
"I… I'm sorry," she murmured. "I'm sorry I'm such a lousy soul mate and that I'm always running away from you. I'm sorry that I hurt your feelings but I… I really do love you." Morgead had wisely stayed silent through this whole speech, probably because he understood that she needed to give it. But upon her last words he opened his eyes.
"Jez…" he whispered. He leaned in close to her, putting his arms around her waist and pulling her closer. "You aren't a lousy soul mate, and even with all of the things that are weird in our relationship I wouldn't have it any other way. I'm glad it was you." He paused for a moment, making sure that he had her full attention. "And I love you too."
And then he started laughing.
Jez growled. "What is so funny?"
"Nothing, nothing," he kept laughing. "It's just… it occurred to me that Quinn stole Rashel's stuff, and I totally thought he was taking it downstairs for her."
Jez stared at him for a moment. "And this is funny how?"
"Because I thought, 'wow, I think I'll do that for Jez' so I took your stuff down… and he wasn't helping her at all. I guess it's hard to explain why it's so funny."
But Jez was already laughing, and crying. "You're so oblivious, you idiot."
"But I'm your idiot."
"Always." And she kissed him to prove it.
