Who: Morgan Lang & Cory Guevera What: They finally stop dancing awkwardly around each other. Maybe. Where: Cory’s apartment in NY When: Tuesday night after the broadcast, March 31st 2015 Warnings: TBD? Nothing too crazy.
Seeing Cory’s broadcast about the reincarnate rehabilitation facilities had struck a weird chord with Morgan, and not necessarily because of the information, which wasn’t brand new to her. She’d been the one to collect it, and it still ate away at her like a parasite, but seeing it come to life on screen wasn’t what was bothering her. What was bothering her had a lot to do with the sad state of their reality, but it also had everything to do with the state of her own. She’d been secretly doing jobs for him for awhile, getting away whenever she could without raising any suspicion with the twins. It was easier this way, without the potential extra X-5 sized trouble. For awhile Morgan actually had herself convinced that it was working. And then Ryan said he found Jam Pony, and the discussion of Manticore came up. That was when Morgan realized there might come a time when she couldn’t separate her life from Max’s anymore.
As a reincarnate, her life was never going to be normal. As an X-5? Her life was never going to be safe. There was always the chance that Max’s past could catch up with her, and Morgan hadn’t fully realized that until actually faced with a conversation about what they’d do if Manticore was out there. If there were people still dedicated to Manticore’s projects, still out there. The thought made Morgan sick to her stomach, but it wasn’t until she caught Cory’s broadcast that night, that she realized what she was really worried about. She was worried about the people around her getting hurt, because of her. Because of Max. Mainly her sister, and Cory. At least Andy had those weird demigod powers to keep her pretty safe, but Cory?
Morgan was a lot more worried about him. He hadn’t asked to get mixed up in her world, she’d been the one to drop out of the sky (technically through a window) on him. If something happened, it’d be her fault. Not his. She wasn’t sure she could live with that. Her feelings for Cory were… complicated. There was Max and Logan, and then there was Morgan and Cory. Two completely different situations both operating around the same, awkward pattern. Morgan hadn’t told him how she felt, and now she was reasonably certain she was right not to. The less they were involved, the less chance there was of him getting hurt. Which didn’t explain why she was climbing through his window unannounced on this particular night, but here she was. Just like so many other nights, Morgan had felt drawn to that window like a moth to a flame, climbing through it and calling out as she dropped soundlessly to the floor. “Cory…?”