Well you could trust me

John is Jedikiah’s son, Morgan knew this. That made John family before it ever made him a friend. For both of them, I think. 

But Clari, Clari was her first friend, her first friend in a long long time. Because Morgan didn’t have to hide her powers from Clarissa, and they are a huge part of the force that has shaped her. And she didn’t have to hide or lie about Jedikiah and he is a large, central force in her life. And she hasn’t had someone she didn’t have to lie to about huge parts of who she was, other than Jedikiah, in a long time. She’s known other paranormals, she all but states that to Jedikiah on scene, but she doesn’t know them NOW. Clarissa is her first friend since she MET Jedikiah, and maybe longer - and they have been together for years.

And when Clari first discovered Morgan was pregnant, they had those conversations.

“Do you want to BE pregnant Morgan?”  I don’t know.  I don’t know. I-I… “Do you want to go to a doctor to be sure-sure?”  Yes. Yes. God yes. “Do you want me to go with you?” Yes please. “Do you want to tell anyone?” No. Please. Don’t anyone. Just don’t. They…what will they do? “If someone hurts you, I’ll hurt them worse.”

And Clari meant it, not because she loved Morgan more than the others, but because Morgan was in such a vulnerable position. Because she was scared and alone and without any real power (yet) and people take advantage of people, especially women, in that situation. And fuck no if Clarissa was going to allow that to happen to Morgan. More conversations later, after a nurse in a clinic confirms Morgan’s pregnancy, Clari holding her hand, and they work out how far along she is (roughly ten weeks), does an ultrasound to confirm (yes, ten and four/five days), she asks if Morgan wants to see it or hear the heartbeat. She does, Clarissa there with her.

There are more conversations when they get back.

“Well, do you know what you want to do now?” And it’s too big a question, Morgan just stares at Clari, doe eyed, clutching a bag of prenatal vitamins telekinetically, holding a cloth with mint oil on it to her nose to combat the nausea, and knees and other arm drawn around her protectively. “Do you want to be pregnant Morgan?” A nod, and then, softly. Yes. Yes I want to keep my baby. And it’s the first times she’s said ‘baby’, the first time she said ‘my’ because she wasn’t sure. Still isn’t sure of so much, but this is her’s, dammit, and she’s lost to much to give up more. I always wanted one or two. “Even now?” A dry, brittle laugh. Well the timing sucks. “Even Jedikiah’s?” I love him Clarissa. You don’t have to understand and I won’t try to convince you. But he loves me. We love each other. He’s not what he let’s others see. Clarissa isn’t sure about that, she hates the fucker for what he’s done. But this isn’t her, this is Morgan. “Do you want to tell him?” No. No, it’s too dangerous. And Morgan doesn’t say for who.

And so on they go.

Morgan becomes the ‘spokesperson’ of sorts, we see that. But it’s not because she’s universally well liked. Not at all. Some of them come to like her, as they get to know her. She’s warm and loving and supportive. But to others, she’s tainted, at best, by Jedikiah’s touch and affections. Worse, unlike John, she doesn’t reject him. Others aren’t sure she isn’t a spy planted by Jedikiah. Regardless she could bring the wraith of Ultra down on them, so they don’t dare touch her. 

She gains friends, in Irene. In Stephen. (Or Stephanie, or both.) In Kate. In Laim. Charlotte. 

Questions for Muns of (Semi) Canon Muses:

For movie or TV muses, what is your muse’s favorite scene? Why? Can you show a screenshot?

1.10: The Citadel, when Mike is going after John about being a freak and Cara has to telepathically tell Clari to calm her tits before she starts a brawl.

Clari: *telepathically* I’m going to throw this entire pool tableCara: *telepathically* Do not.

Clari: *inches closer to the pool table*Cara: I fucking see you, Clari.

Clari: *casually got right up on the pool table, just in case she had to chuck it* Fine, we’re voting. I vote to fucking throw this pool table at your head, you shit. Praise.

For movie or TV muses, what is a scene with your muse that you hate? Why? Can you show a screenshot?

1.21: Kill Switch, when Roger’s training them on how to take down the Founder and she’s just torn because her (stupid) friends are dying because they haven’t turned in Roger. She likes Stephen and all, but is this one dude worth her friends’ lives? She just eventually stands to the side, mostly in shock, as Natalie, Russell and the others take Roger. Like, Clari is probably one of the most powerful TKs against Russell and could have dropped half of them, if her and a few others had stepped up to the plate on this one. But nope, they are all guilty of doing nothing, instead of trusting Stephen and Cara to get the job done. Even if they didn’t touch Roger themselves.

Send me a quote from my character’s canon and they will share EXACTLY what went through their minds when they said it, and how they currently feel about it.

I actually have my headcanon about what Morgan was doing here - given this is SO CLOSE to her “a childhood spent in Ultra line”. Which makes this scene a thousand times more painful because I’m pretty sure Morgan suspected she was pregnant at this point.

And she’s pulling away from Cara. Not throwing things, not teleporting, just physically pulling away, actually cowering. 

THISis where I think her issues with Cara really started - she was bitchy when she got back to the Lair after she and Jed faked her death, certainly, but it’s entirely justified. And once she makes her point - yes she’s back, yes she’s fine, Cara COULD treat her with some trust rather than scorn, she goes back to being civil.

But this here. Cara as good as said “You aren’t a person. You don't count. You’re a thing for me to use as I see fit and I don’t care if you are physically or emotionally hurt by it.” Morgan’s experienced some shit, sure, but she’s NEVER encountered that before. It hurt. It scared her. 

She had ever right to be furious and terrified.

And she was.

THIS is what really hasn’t forgiven Cara for. Selling her out to Ultra to cover their fuck up, kidnapping her, all of that…it’s a far and distant second to this.

Because yes Jed had “threatened” her with Ultra. But that was very much a factor in their relationship, something consensual. 

But in this action? Cara became the boogeyman to Morgan that Jed/Ultra is to EVER OTHER PARANORMAL. 

Send me a △ and ask a really invasive question aimed at my character

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The ones who tore into my life like a natural disaster and left it in tatters, the ones who hated me because of who I fell in love with, or the ones who decided their idiotic lives meant more than billions of innocent people, possibly including the child I’m carrying and turned on the one man actually trying to help them?

Send me a star:

✦ :

Hopefully this won’t prove to be a literally fatal flaw, but Morgan is so not a combatant. She freezes, then flees, her fight or flight is stuck on that setting. It’s not that she can’t - won’t - fight, it’s that she’s not good at it, she’s learned other ways out of danger, and they mostly work. But her life isn’t leading her to places were that will be a viable option anymore.

✪ :

Mostly this is directed at fellow Paranormals. But she thinks they are too quick to make the same surface judgments on people. They have the ability to look at people as they are - individuals, mostly complicated, unique individuals, and they should look deeper. Look what she found in Jedikiah after all. 

✫ :

She hates being interrupted when she’s eating. Not that she won’t talk or something, but I mean a total interruption, where she has to drop her food and run over something. Or worse, swallow it without chewing or spitting it out. It’s not always even someone’s fault but she gets cranky over it. It’s just gotten worse since she’s become pregnant.

✲ :

#//Jedikiah Price is a professional life ruiner and he doesn’t deserve Morgan

He's contemplating the 10000 pieces of crib he just ripped taken back apart after the 40th attempt. "I dunno, maybe I should have stayed at Ultra long enough to go to college for an engineering degree." He jokes to Morgan, exhausted and at his limits.

John already had dealt with Clari offering 'help' which bruised his ego, severely, because he now was sure she was right and could get the whole thing together under an hour. He wasn't going to invite her back to witness that and further damage his self esteem, however.

"I think Ikea is Swedish for fuck you." He finally says, glaring at the offending pieces of composite wood, sent by the gods to humble him.

TIM chose that point to interrupt:

John, I have located several more youtube videos on how to put this monstrosity together, would you like me to add them to the schematic?

"I don't think that will save us, TIM. I think this thing needs a Viking Funeral and Morgan and I will go for ice cream. Tell Clari to execute plan 27b."

But she could smell the gun oil from here - something she understood was due to her pregnancy. "Jedikiah, had I wanted you to not know who I was until it was too late to get out of the room, I'd have worn a wig." Not dyed her hair, she couldn't stomach the odor right now and Marla had cautioned her against it anyway. It wasn't thought to cause harm, but there wasn't a great deal of information on people like them, was there?

And she knew how observant Jed was, knew he'd pick up the stockinette bandage, the bright teal cap underneath it despite it being the same size as a skittle, the slight hoarseness to her voice. Knew that once he got over the shock, the indignation, the paranoia, the everything, his curiosity would drive him to at least face her and he'd notice more. Her face puffy, her hands swollen, her feet clad in sneakers not heels, the spandex-like tights visible between the hem of her pants and her shoes, the two other teal caps under her bandage that only spelt one thing: PICU line, her lack of lipstick in favor of Chapstick, the fine broken blood vessels on her face, the ones in her left eye, her belly - larger than one would expect of her stage of pregnancy. Her handbag, larger than she tended to care, faint scent of rubbing alcohol and mint coming from it, her lack of her normal perfume, the thick file folder peaking out of her bag, the two thinner ones behind it.

She knew. She knew he'd know she wasn't hiding much, and wasn't trying too, and that she would know he knew.

"I only lied to your receptionist about my name and who sent me. I wasn't sure how else to manage it." Morgan closed her eyes and sighed softly and swallowed hard.

"Your getting IVs for fluids, but you're vomiting so much it's not making much impact. Not to mention the distension, which says you're either much farther along than we thought... Or multiples... or another issue. Genetic consult indeed." His eyes swept over her again, less clinical, the lines of his face less severe. "Going on a limb and saying pre-eclampsia... at best case. I can get you a corticosteroids and antihypertension script, and a generic swelling reducer, but I'd prefer to kick in your OB's damn door first and ask why they haven't done it yet." The veiled threat was there, the one that promised he did still care about her enough to march right into her physicians office and start a scene. And he always would love her. But things were too... complicated now between them, it felt like.

"I know you've been to the properties, Morgan. It's why I made them easy for you to locate. You can pick any or all of them for all I care. But last time we saw each other, I was not... I am not the person you want me to be, and I reacted in anger... for the duplicity... for the surprise... Jokes on me, I guess. I didn't think you'd want me near you, let alone helping you. I can't even manage to support you from a distance without you needing to make a vague reference to body snatchers to hide your identity to see me." In truth, he was only staying back because John's words to him in that dingy room, the warmth of her neck still palpable on his palms. He remembered every single moment of it.

Yet, he had John now, a undecidedly blessed or cursed wipe of his memories prior to Anax, there was really nothing to stop Jed, except keeping Morgan away from John, lest she trigger some memory for him he wasn't currently aware of. Even now, his control on John was shaky at best with the Lair Dwellers, which unfortunately included Clarissa gunning the hardest, still trying to bring him back, for better or worse he had made his grave and lie in it. If only Morgan knew how ironic Burke and Hare were to this situation.

And she let him talk for all she wanted to talk over him several times and the face she made when he mentioned she didn't exactly match how they could have guessed she would at this stage of pregnancy - somewhere between a guilty wince and and a helpless surrender.

"Before...anything else. Jedikiah, you don't get to poke a tiger in the eye on purpose and then get angry when you're bitten. I'm not angry at you, I'm not even afraid of you." For him, certainly. Saddened? Incredibly. "You panicked, justifiably. I panicked stupidly. John panicked justifiably, and I hope you didn't lecture him on that when you crossed paths with him again." She was very certain they had, and that that's were John was. But it wasn't something she was sharing with anyone, because she was equally certain Roger had died, and Jed lost his brother and John his other father figure and she wasn't going to intrude on their grieving or allow others to do so. "He projected a lot of 'family' feelings onto me, and I did too really. He looks enough like you to be your son and somehow it felt like taking care of him was coming from you, at least to me." Not that she hadn't loved John - but she ended up feeling like an olive branch from Jed to John in many ways. "So lets just say we all stomped on one another and leave it there, all right?"

Not that Morgan gave him time to answer, plowing right on ahead. "I was seeing a midwife, then got pushed to her overseeing OB, then maternal-fetal. They are prescribing medications and I am taking them. I'm not in the pre-eclampsia yet. But there's worry. She things stress is heavily playing into it. And I'm having my blood pressure monitored, I promise. I take it twice a day, everyday, with a machine, I log it, and Marla takes it a couple of times a week. And supervises the fluid infusions so I'm not stuck in an infusion center that I don't have insurance for. If you really want to help, help with that." Her voice cracked a little. "They think it's likely to end in induction and a NICU stay and something about growing better outside than inside at some point..." She trailed off, looking around. She could put on a brave face - she'd learned to - but it was much harder right now. She had to take a few shuddering breaths to calm down. "You made it very clear how you felt about us having children together, and I'm not going to try to make you play a parenting role you don't want. That's. That's harmful to everyone. But...I need help."

In the aftermath of the Battle for Roger and the World, as a certain group of paranormals had taken to calling in (Instead of the "Ultra War"), Morgan had left the safe house the others had been shunted to and gone to Montauk. It had taken a few days, but she'd seen Jed on the news - not that she'd really doubted his survival. But he was up and around, which told her he could come looking.

And as she wasn't 'at home' - this should have been the next place to look. But after a few weeks, he didn't. But no one from Ultra showed up either. Which meant, he was coming, nor was he sending anyone after her.

Marla had allowed her to crash with them for a week after she'd left the lakehouse, in which time Morgan had at least gotten herself established with medical care. What she hadn't told Marla, or Stephen, was that she'd also been poking around Jed's properties. Or some of them. Most were commercial in nature, but there were some that were mixed use. Older buildings with storefronts on the first floor and apartments upstairs. Some, he had managed under a company. Some - few - he didn't. But they did have power. And she found one, an older building but with security cameras and the like and had talked Tim into helping her set a laptop up to monitor it. Between that, various transactions to get false IDs for everyone, and raiding the cash stores she knew Jed had (not all of it, but some, from each and all of it from the ones he had told her were her's) they would be ok.

Not that she invited anyone with her at first. She tested the property and such out for a few more weeks. But then, she'd gone back. Invited Irene and Charlie to come with her, invited Clari to stay. The younger girls needed (and deserved) something much better than safe houses and hiding underground. And she was just old enough to have been their mother, with the right father (also why she'd taken the picture of her and Jed with her) to skate questions, and Clari well.

She was her friend. More than anything, she was her friend.

But midway though her pregnancy, she was having to face a few hard truths:

Jed wasn't coming to look for her.

She couldn't do this without help -

-and leaning on one young woman and two girls was fair to noone.

Which is how she found herself warning Clari, but not Irene or Charlie, that she was going to go confront Jed, when and where, and how Morgan would contact her if things were ok. If they weren't, by a certain time, ways Morgan knew into Jed's apartment without tripping Ultra's sensors. And that he had a rooftop pool. Do with it what she would.

Jedikiah meanwhile, would find a message for him from a confused receptionist, that an Ms Anna Hare was waiting in his office for him, to consult with him about something genetic, refereed to him by a medical staff he did have professional ties to.

Figuring it was either Morgan, or Clarissa since they had always said a variation of 'pretty lady with brown hair', he didn't check in. Assuming he would be thrown through a wall by one or both, or have his mind raided for information on their lost compatriot.

But what was something to check into... Was a visit at his 'official' office, from someone unknown. The office was a nice cushy business suite where he could conduct his business and affairs in private. And last he checked, his affiliates would call ahead to make a warm introduction before sending any potential patients through.

Here was the thing, Jed had a very good memory of names and faces that went with those names. Anna Hare was someone's alias. His hand rested just under his jacket as he opened the door, fingers curled around a pistol. "Well, Ms. Hare, you seemed to have caught me in a state of confusion." His eyes caught the familiar dark brown hair, his fingers loosening on the pistol slightly, but not releasing it entirely. Had it been another shade of brown and a more slim frame, the pistol would have been aimed at the back of her head.

His own daughter inviting herself into his office was an entirely different matter than this... genetic consult. The door clicked shut behind him, leaning back against it.

"Ah, the white rabbit here to lead me down another rabbit hole, I presume. What are you doing here, Morgan?"

But she could smell the gun oil from here - something she understood was due to her pregnancy. "Jedikiah, had I wanted you to not know who I was until it was too late to get out of the room, I'd have worn a wig." Not dyed her hair, she couldn't stomach the odor right now and Marla had cautioned her against it anyway. It wasn't thought to cause harm, but there wasn't a great deal of information on people like them, was there?

And she knew how observant Jed was, knew he'd pick up the stockinette bandage, the bright teal cap underneath it despite it being the same size as a skittle, the slight hoarseness to her voice. Knew that once he got over the shock, the indignation, the paranoia, the everything, his curiosity would drive him to at least face her and he'd notice more. Her face puffy, her hands swollen, her feet clad in sneakers not heels, the spandex-like tights visible between the hem of her pants and her shoes, the two other teal caps under her bandage that only spelt one thing: PICU line, her lack of lipstick in favor of Chapstick, the fine broken blood vessels on her face, the ones in her left eye, her belly - larger than one would expect of her stage of pregnancy. Her handbag, larger than she tended to care, faint scent of rubbing alcohol and mint coming from it, her lack of her normal perfume, the thick file folder peaking out of her bag, the two thinner ones behind it.

She knew. She knew he'd know she wasn't hiding much, and wasn't trying too, and that she would know he knew.

"I only lied to your receptionist about my name and who sent me. I wasn't sure how else to manage it." Morgan closed her eyes and sighed softly and swallowed hard.