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4, October 2004
Written log of Leon S. Kennedy
Doctor Fay has secrets that only her father knows of and getting information from that man is like pulling teeth. The mission is two years long with breaks for minor cases in between. Forced to be housed with the doctor to make sure she isn't doing any suspicious activity.
X~X
5, October 2004
Morgan sat at her desk with a pencil in her hand and a stack of papers to her left. When was the last time her dad had done his damn paperwork? She made a face as she wrote off on a patient that had a brain biopsy. The door opened and she jumped a bit. Her dad stood there with three cups of coffee stacked on top of one another. She quickly got up and headed over to help him.
"Who are you planning today?" She asked, taking a sip out of the strong coffee.
"Your uncle, you monster," he answered and she smiled into her coffee.
"I like my coffee black, sorry," she apologized as she sat back at her desk.
Leon sat in a stool in a corner and she was pointedly ignoring him. He was glaring ahead and she chewed the inside of her cheek. They were forced to live together due to his surveillance of her, and it was way worse than at work. Here, he would watch the other doctors and stand back out of the way. He shifted a bit, and she kept her gaze on all the paperwork.
"Have you ever done your paperwork in your life?" She asked her dad.
"Rarely," he answered, taking something out of his pocket and cutting it into small pieces with a razor.
"Is that amphetamine?" Morgan questioned, blinking in confusion.
"No," he answered and she huffed in response.
Leon was alert at the line of questioning and saw her shaking her head in disbelief. Meaning, it wasn't overly dangerous. She opened the next file and immediately closed it with a strange sound. She sat there for a few seconds before opening it again. A small mutter passed through her lips as she tilted her head in confusion.
"Keep your porn out of the paperwork." she muttered, looking at the cover of the folder in annoyance.
Leon looked between the two as she chucked the folder at her grinning father. He couldn't believe that those two were doctors. The lack of professionalism was baffling. He crossed his arms across his chest and leveled Morgan a cold look. She didn't look up from her papers. Continuing to write down the correct information for their cases.
"Are you going?" Her father's question saw the pen still.
"No, I'm not," she answered, resuming her writing.
"You have the same issues with your mother that I did with my father," he dryly observed. "Mark is right about one thing, we certainly are similar."
"Okay, which one of you took the wheels off my chair?" Said man opened the door and shot the two of them a stern look. "I shouldn't even ask that, you can't even go anywhere without someone watching you."
"So, I'm absolved of involvement now?" Morgan asked, sitting back in her chair and watching him in amusement. "What if I actually took off the wheels?"
"What a few days ago?" Mark asked and she raised her brows in response. "It's also unlikely, you get even with emotional pranks not physical."
"See, predictable," her dad pointed out and he got an eraser to the side of the head from his frowning daughter.
"Leave my niece alone," Mark stated.
Leon studied the three, his brows furrowing. There was no way in hell they were related. The uncle had to be an honorary uncle, and he seemed to adore his 'niece'. He didn't get it. She was so untrustworthy and suspicious. How could the man like her? Mark sighed when their dean of medicine walked in, accepting the spiked coffee from his friend and drinking it. He wanted to know what was going on.
"You have a patient," the woman informed her, the stern voice oddly relaxing Morgan. "A man in his early thirties suddenly collapsed from a seizure."
"What was he doing?" Morgan asked, accepting the blue folder and opening it. "Seizures can be brought about by any number of activities."
"He was in a math class taking an exam," the dean replied.
"It's stress," Morgan sighed. "There's always a few seizures brought about by exams."
"I'm calling in a favor for this," the dean stated and Morgan bit the inside of her cheek in thought.
A favor, for the vacation Ashley had wanted to take them on. She gave a small nod and her father's brows raised in surprise. Mark gained a knowing look and sipped his coffee. His hands slowly started to shake. Leon sat up straighter when the dean turned and looked at him, giving him a serious look before handing him something.
"I don't want the patients to complain, wear it," she ordered before briskly walking away.
Morgan rolled her eyes as her father watched her walk away. His eyes trained on her ass. There had once been love between her mom and dad, but that vanished as soon as she turned ten. Something her mom had done had made her dad divorce her. Morgan ended up under his custody. He always made sure she was well taken care of and had taken an interest in her schooling. Not that she could remember it from her childhood. Ashley liked to comment on it during the summer when her dad left her with them.
Leon looked at the badge he was being forced to wear. 'Student observer' was written in bold lettering along with his name. It was bad enough that he stood out because of his tight shirt, but now they had him labeled. He traveled behind the short Doctor and watched as she read through the file. She looked up when they reached the elevator and pressed the button. Her expression dropped a bit as soon as she noticed who was in the elevator.
"Morning Morgan," the blonde man greeted her, his bright teeth flashing at her in a smile.
"Doctor Davis," she gave a polite greeting of her own, not looking up from her file.
"Doing anything after work?" He asked, and Leon raised a brow.
"Stuff," she answered, and he found himself looking between the two of them.
"Stuff? Could always come to dinner with me instead," Davis suggested.
"I'm flattered, but no," she rejected.
She looked up when the elevator dinged and headed out as the doors slid open. She wanted to be as far away from Davis as she could. He was always asking her out, always searching for her in a crowd. If it wasn't for the fact that a part of her was incredibly creeped out by it. She didn't know what it was about him. She heard quiet muttering as female nurses, and a few male ones, sized up the man behind her. Leon might've been a handsome young man, but she didn't know. She didn't think that way about anyone. Morgan couldn't afford to. Any time she even started to, the intense dislike of her made it impossible to form attraction or feelings.
"What kind of hospital is this?" Leon asked and she flinched at his voice, he'd been silent the entire time.
"It's a teaching hospital," Morgan answered, stopping outside the patient's room. "That's why so many doctors around seem unsure of everything."
Leon seemed satisfied with that answer as she opened the sliding glass doors to the patient's room. He took residence near the entrance and she moved to stand by the man's bed. He was looking at her, a frown on his face. The instant dislike easily radiated from him. Morgan kept a professional face and looked down at the file once more.
"I'm Doctor Fay, what kind of math are you taking, Mr Lopez?" Morgan stated, getting straight to the point.
"Calculus," Lopez answered, putting his hands on his stomach.
"Difficult subject," she quietly admitted.
Lopez watched as she studied the IV fluids and wrote down his vitals. Charting was important and it allowed her a few seconds to think. She needed his medical history, but was the worst person to do so. She frowned a little but quickly smoothed her expression.
"Have you had seizures before?" She asked, standing back before. "Getting a complete medical history might allow us to quickly diagnose you."
"No, but I've been getting migraines lately," Lopez answered. "My family doesn't have a history of cancer either, it's mostly accidents."
"Right," she said, writing it down. "Sit tight, the team is going to attempt to diagnose you. Rest, and don't stress at the moment."
Leon noted that Lopez nodded his agreement and sat back, closing his eyes. It was as though he somewhat trusted her to do her job. He stood behind her as she waited for the elevator again. She was repeatedly pressing the button, a calm expression on her face. She looked to the side and started to press it faster, panicking. Leon chanced a glance. It was her Uncle.
"So, your dad's telling me you aren't going to your moms funeral," Mark commented and she gave a soft sigh. "You can't hate her forever."
"I have every right to," Morgan stated, frowning as the doors opened. "Are you shaking me down?"
"I'm trying to get two stubborn asses to go to a funeral," Mark retorted and he got a face out of her. "You are too similar to him, I swear."
"It's a great example of nature versus nurture," she dryly said. "You're jittery, you all right?"
"I'm fine," Mark answered, knowing her deflections well. "It's in the afternoon."
"What, are you going to physically drag me there?" She asked, her nose crinkling as he raised his brows. "Do you really want me to become dead weight?"
She would, and he knew better. He looked at the scowling man behind her. Yeah, there was no help from that outlet. He let out a sigh and Morgan spared him a glance. Damn, she was going to have to go.
X~X
5, October 2004
From the Diary of Morgan Fay
People lie. I have been aware of that fact for a long time, since people started hating me at the age of ten. People will tell me anything to get me to leave them alone. It stops the process of getting a correct medical history, or getting the correct answers. I'm used to it, at least I should be. I guess my dad and Mark make it easy to forget that people will always lie to me. Lopez, he lied. I knew it within seconds, but I won't call him out on it. I understand why. The funeral, it's in a church of all things. My mom would've loved it as much as she hated me. Everyone thinks my hatred of her is unfounded, but I've never done anything to anyone without reason. I think that's why Kennedy's behavior is understandable, at least to a point. I'm suspicious, I had suspicious activity happen to me. Yet, it's also incredibly annoying.
X~X
"You still write in a physical diary?" Her dad asked as she put her pen away and placed the leather bound journal into her purse.
"I like the feel of paper," she grumbled before sighing. "We're here instead of helping a man that's dying."
"For all that you're like me, there's always something that sets you apart," he muttered, so softly that she didn't hear him.
Mark came across the two in the front pews. The wooden seats were made from a white wood that he couldn't quite identify. All he knew was the father daughter duo felt ominous in their black suits. His eyes darted around quickly, spotting the man in charge of watching her. He felt even more so. He straightened his tie when the man's blue eyes looked his way and a frown appeared on his face.
"How can you stand it?" Mark quietly asked Morgan as he sat down.
"I'm used to the hatred and dirty looks people send my way," she answered, her eyes moving up.
Illinois had outdone themselves with the stained glass windows. She rubbed her hands together for a few seconds as she thought, the strange calluses on her fingers unknown to her. She couldn't remember when she had obtained them, or how they formed. Her left middle finger had a dip in it from how she held her writing utensils. Her right pointed finger had a strange callus on the side of it, another anomaly she couldn't explain. She thought of asking her dad, but decided against it. He wouldn't tell her. He thought she was smart enough to solve her issues on her own. She missed the shared look between her father and Mark.
Leon didn't.
The dirty blonde's eyes narrowed in suspicion and his gaze landed on his target. The young doctor was studying the stained glass window with a thoughtful expression. Oddly enough, with the distance between them he didn't feel the surge of intense dislike he usually did. He went back to surveying the room, watching as people congregated and spoke words of condolences. It was nauseating watching as they spoke honeyed words without any feeling. He watched as one of them decided to make his target theirs. The old woman had her hands around a Birkin. Rich people, he couldn't really stand them.
"I'm sorry for your loss," the old woman informed Morgan.
"No you aren't," Morgan stated without looking away from the window. "You're like everyone else in this room, grandstanding trying to form more connections to increase your wealth."
"No wonder she didn't like you," the woman huffed and Morgan let out a snort. "How unladylike!"
"Are you clutching your pearls?" Morgan sounded amused as she finally looked away from the window and towards the aghast woman. "How interesting."
"Mongrel," the woman hissed before walking away.
"I should let you loose on socialites more often," her father commented, amusement painting his tone.
"Don't she might get sent to jail," Mark warned.
"I'm not going to physically fight a socialite," Morgan wistfully informed them. "I don't want to be arrested for elder abuse."
Leon wasn't smiling, but that did make him a little amused. A priest walked in and he sighed. He would have to be near her or else he'd lose his line of sight. He sat down next to Mark and the man tensed. The dark haired doctor, he wasn't too sure what he specialized in, seemed to avoid confrontation with people. No wonder his presence seemed to set off his fight or flight reflex. The service began and he allowed his frown to show. It was pompous. He kept his face straight when an older gentleman walked up to the podium and looked over at the open casket. It was obvious which parent his target took after. It was odd, the woman's hair was a bright silver, and she wasn't that old when she died.
"I will miss my daughter," the man said, his voice strong and loud in the church. "She was a wonderful person, and a great mother."
Morgan and her dad snorted in unison, making Mark send them both a stern look. Though, he understood why they thought that way. Even if Morgan didn't fully remember why she started hating her mother. He thought back to all the times he had to comfort the crying child when she came home from visiting the now dead woman. Bruises always littered her arms and hands, a ruler the culprit. He frowned as her grandfather waxed poetic about his dead daughter. It was too much. One of them was going to snap. His money was on Morgan, her hands were tightly clasped in her lap to the point where her knuckles were white.
"My granddaughter has a few things to say."
Morgan sat there for a few seconds in stunned silence. Mark gave her a gentle nudge while her father glared at the older man. She hadn't been informed of giving a eulogy. Her dress shoes were silent against the wood floor and Leon's eyes narrowed. Signs of paranoia. He mentally cataloged her strange behaviors, one of which was talking to her pets like they were people. Insanity is how he labeled that one. She stopped behind the podium and gave a silent sigh through her nose. Right, this was going to end so well. She spared her mothers body a glance. Saddler had killed her, and it was all her fault. It was ironic that a man dead set on world domination commented on her relationship with the dead woman.
"My mother…where do I even start?" Morgan asked, her voice far softer than her grandfathers. "She was…a horrible mother, a great Christian."
That caused a stunned atmosphere to appear. Mark brought his hands up to his face and covered it. Right, she was her fathers daughter. Of course she would say negative things against a dead woman. His father had done so against his father. He spared a glance towards her tail and was slightly amused. The man was like a damn statue.
"Being dead doesn't absolve the person of horrible actions," Morgan dryly commented as she leveled the crowd with a serious look. "It doesn't stop the fourteen years of harsh words, of physical abuse in the name of god…no offense father."
The priest she had said that to waved off her apology. He was used to overly zealous practitioners. Majority of them ended up harming their family. He may believe in turning the other cheek, but he knew that it was difficult for other people to do. He watched as the young woman gently tapped the podium with the side of her closed fist.
"I hate her, and it's my right to do so," Morgan admitted and Mark knew then that he needed to get her away from the podium. "You can all soak your heads."
Oh, he didn't need to do anything. He saw the glint in her eyes as she walked away from the podium, her brisk stride speaking volumes of her inspiration. Leon swiftly got up from his seat and followed after, a deep frown on his face. The church doors slammed shut behind the young man as his target called someone on her flip phone. She held it up to her ear as she thoughtfully rolled a coin between her fingers.
"Yeah, I need you to start him on dimercaprol," Morgan informed whoever was on the other end. "It's heavy metal poisoning, gold at that."
Leon crossed his arms across his chest as she frowned in response to what was being said to her on the other end. She dug the toe of her shoe into the old carpet as she thought. She knew she shouldn't have gone to her mothers funeral. It was cutting into her patient's time. He didn't have a lot of it left.
"That would be perfect, I'm heading back anyway," She informed the person on the other end and promptly held her phone away from her ear. "No need to yell."
"You couldn't even stay for her funeral?!" A shrill voice questioned and she sighed. "It's your own mother!"
"And she wouldn't have wanted me here," Morgan swiftly cut through the yelling. "I'll head back when he's ready to go, for now please keep treating Mr. Lopez."
She got a confirmation and hung up the phone, snapping it shut with a thoughtful expression. She tapped it against her chin and spared the church a glance. Her father was still inside, and she wouldn't be able to leave until he was done. Mark was the kindest of the three of them, and he would stay behind to help calm the crowd down.
Leon was glaring again, and Morgan wondered if he ever made another face. He wasn't impressed by her behavior in the church and she looked towards the cars in the parking lot. The older cars were expensive, making it easy to find her own. Leon had disliked her car as much as he disliked her. She gave a small humored thought. Maybe it had been her terrible driving. That was always a possibility. She tensed a bit when Mark came out of the church.
"Have you ever thought of anyone other than yourself?" Mark asked her, his biting tone almost got an ashamed look.
Leon caught something she hadn't. There was a double meaning to his words, like had done something that had hurt his feelings, and deeply. Morgan opened her mouth for a few seconds before shutting it again. She didn't have anything she could say that would make everything better.
X~X
5, October 2004
Written Log of Leon S. Kennedy
Doctor Fay, both father and daughter, are incredibly selfish people. Watching as they both threw a tantrum during a funeral is eye opening that they are unlikely to be harmful, just idiots. The only thing I can give them credit for is the fact that they are better doctors than they are people. Megalomaniacs in charge of people's lives is a worrying thought, and I would rather they weren't doctors.
X~X
Morgan was reading at home, A Game of Thrones in her hands. She was invested in the story, and her pets enjoyed the fact that she wasn't moving much. Hewie had his head in her lap, enjoying the feeling of her arm resting on his side. He looked up at his new owner and his tail wagged a bit, getting the softest of smiles out of the exhausted woman. He could see her, the true her. The gaunt face, the thin hands, and the dark circles under her gray eyes. She had been like that when she first appeared before him. The gentle touch she had used against his head had informed him of her genuine nature. His eyes flicked towards Leon as the young man entered the living room as well.
The young doctor's house was a two story abode. She had barely decorated, the walls still the white they had been when it had been built. It annoyed her grandfather that she hadn't made a mark on her house, promptly sending back the fine China he had sent her as a housewarming gift.
Hewie felt his owner tense a bit as Leon gave her a cold look before opening his own book. He had taken to reading the medical journals she and her father were involved with. He was reading up on their personalities. The people in their writings were completely different. He couldn't help but like the passionate woman in her words, but hated the childish woman in person. How two faced could a person be?
Morgan reread the page and knew it was a losing battle. She would head to bed, and hope the next day was better. Leon gave her the courtesy of not watching her in her room. She could sleep, change, and have private phone calls without him around. She heard Hewie following after her, and the Lady Void yowling from the stairs. Her expression was soft at her pets, even though she felt incredibly alone.
Her room was just as undecorated as the rest of her house. Boxes littered the relatively empty room. Her clothing inside a couple, the long sleeve of a light blue sweater easily identifiable. She reached into a box as Hewie jumped onto the mattress on the floor. Lady Void sat down in front of the door and sneezed.
"Bless you, baby," she quietly informed her cat, the black animal giving her a slow blink with large green eyes.
Lady Void, the name that she had come up with when her cat was still a kitten, yawned and padded over to Hewie. Morgan was amused when the cat plopped herself down on the white dog. Hewie didn't seem too upset. She went over to her pets and checked on Hewie's injured leg. It was healing nicely, and there wasn't a sign of any tetanus. Her phone began to vibrate and she sighed, listening to the sound against the small box she had set it on to charge.
"This is Morgan Fay," she answered, not even looking at the caller number.
"Hey, it's Ashley," the voice was quiet but Morgan relaxed a bit at the sound of her best friend's voice. "Are you doing okay?"
"I'm doing all right," Morgan answered, knowing that Ashley's father wouldn't tell her that her best friend was under surveillance. "My mom died."
Ashley was silent for a few seconds, listening to her friends breathing. It affected her, more than she let anyone know. Morgan's breathing was a little shaky and Ashley gave a sad smile on her end, wishing she could comfort her friend. She had known her so long that she could pick up the changes in her emotions, the inflections of her voice.
"I'm sorry," Ashley apologized.
"Don't be," Morgan quietly said, giving Hewie a gentle pat as she ignored the feelings of guilt that started to appear in her. "Our relationship was horrible, we just didn't mesh well together."
"Still," Ashley softly said and she heard Morgan's soft chuckle. "How's your problematic co-worker?"
"Still being a pain," Morgan answered, leaning against her mattress in thought. "I don't know how to deal with him, but I'll figure something out."
"Your dad doing okay?" Ashley's question was followed by the sound of a coffee machine.
"Yeah, he's still as much of an ass as he's always been," Morgan's tone became happy.
She loved talking about her father, and Ashley loved to hear it. It only sucked that her phone died before they could start talking about what was going on in their lives. Ashley knew that things were always changing in Morgan's life, and the cases she could talk about were interesting.
"I need to replace this eventually," Morgan muttered as she put her dead phone on the charger again.
She got up from the floor and walked towards her forgotten clothes. Hewie's ears perked up when he heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Leon's steps held some weight to them, but were still quiet. He paused at the top of the stairs. It was silent for a few seconds as Morgan changed into the shorts and tank top she wore to bed. She opened her bedroom door, the dirty clothes tucked under her arm and promptly jumped at the sight of Leon.
"Sorry," Leon apologized.
She nodded at that, but knew he hadn't meant it. She swiftly tossed her clothes into the hamper and escaped to her room. He eventually went to his own, the room holding more furniture in it. He sat on the edge of his bed and glared at the ground. He hated this mission and couldn't wait for it to be over.
X~X
5, October 2004
From the diary of Morgan Fay
I hate this. I hate the constant eyes on my person, the feeling of constantly doing wrong. With Hewie it's adorable, with a grown man that hates me? I can't stand it. Leon is an incredibly handsome man, I'm not unfeeling enough to miss it, but being hated kills the attraction. I wonder if I figured out what happened during my time of blankness and informed him if it would all end. If everything would end.
I'm tired of not knowing what that British man meant when he said "one of them". One of what is a great question, one that he never answered, just chucked it to the side. Maybe one day I'll know, but I doubt it's going to be anytime soon. Damn, this is oddly annoying.
X~X
Morgan stared up at the ceiling of her room. Another sleepless night where she laid there thinking about how she could approach cases differently. The people that had been lost because they couldn't figure out a case in time. Her eyes had dark rings around them anyway, so she wasn't too worried about anyone noticing the signs of insomnia. She shifted her weight just the slightest and got a paw to the face from Hewie. Her face blanked as she slowly looked towards her small alarm clock. It was the next day already, three in the morning at that.
"What's it like to be able to sleep?" She murmured to Hewie.
He snorted in his sleep and she made a face at his breath. It smelt horrible. At least he was cute. She looked back up at the white ceiling and sighed. It was another two hours before she had to be up for the day, three hours when she needed to sign in for clinic duty. Fourteen hours until she could come home and start it all over again. Morgan knew she should be used to her days feeling the same, it was a good sign when being a doctor felt monotonous. Not so good for someone who liked to be intellectually stimulated. It was part of the reason why she became a doctor in the first place, and she always wanted to help people. Maybe it would help with everyone automatically hating her if she did some good in her life. Maybe things would just make sense.
It never did, and everything continued a downward spiral. She closed her heavy eyes for a few seconds before her body jerked her awake. Hypnic jerk, her mind supplied it in a slight haze. The terminology came easily to her. It was a good thing she could work while exhausted, all those sleepless nights of studying to pass her exams were paying off.
Small blessings she supposed.