Moments [Private]

Morgan sat on Will's bed, her head in her hands. Everything was falling apart. Literally everything. Her mother had taken her out of camp for a few days to have a girls' getaway.. During that time she announced that she was marrying a much younger man who she obviously only wanted for his looks and money. She felt no sympathy towards her mom, whom had never been a mom for the demigod and slept with a new guy every other Wednesdsy, but the fact that she was already getting married meant something. Whatever ended up happening, Morgan wasn't planning on accepting her mother's invitation to be the Maidnof Honor.

The thought of her mom getting married was bad enough. When she returned to camp earlier that day, Morgan was informed that Will had been sleeping with several different women. That many girls had feelings for her boyfriend and didn't give a crap that Morgan loved him. That wasn't the worst of it. Morgan had stormed into Will's room ready to demand some answers only to find several empty bottles in the teenager's trash can. The thought of Will drinking troubled Morgan only because it meant he was upset. Did she make him that way?

Morgan's vision was blurred as she started to cry, still holding her head and exhaling deeply. Madison and Elora were long gone, most likely not wanting to talk to Morgan anymore. Maybe they had found a new Morgan, one whose life was perfect and happy. Like the old Morgan, only, the old Morgan didn't have Will, and Will was all Morgan wanted at that point. She needed someone to hold her and tell her not to worry, but it wasn't that simple anymore.

It was aparent Will needed someone, too, and despite everything he had recently done, and though she was angry as Hades, Morgan knew she had to be strong for her boyfriend, if she could even call him that anymore. Her Will, their Will, whatever the possession, the Zeus cabin leader was still the same guy Morgan fell in love with, and she would be there for him even when he was through with her.

Morgan watched Will enter the room and jolted upward as he fell to his knees. "W . . . Will? What the hell?" Running a hand up the side of her cheek to both rid it of tears and calm herself, Morgan stood shocked for a moment, trying desperately to act on the jumbled and mixed emotions. Her head suddenly hurt as Morgan tried to decipher what was going on. When Will fell forward, Morgan dropped to the ground and took a hold of her boyfriend's shoulders. With a little effort, she lifted Will up to keep him steady.

He looked awful, and though she was being gentle with him, Morgan was still mad. He had slept with other girls, and for the most part, they had meant something to him. He hadn't slept with her, and that also angered the daughter of Zeus. Was she not as good as the girls he had been seeing? What was it about them that made her boy doubt her. What did Morgan lack that Sutton, and Bellinda, and the other girls had?

Still supporting Will, Morgan looked at the ground. The two were a slightly awkward length apart. Morgan's chest was pounding and her stomach felt as if it was filled with butterflies. If this had been any other scenario, Morgam would have immediately hugged Will, and would continue to hold him until he felt safe. Now, though? Now Morgan didn't know how to react. She just knew Will looked drunken or drugged.

On impulse, Morgan finally allowed herself to hug Will, though the contact stung because she was well aware of the fact that it didn't have as much comfort as it should have. "I hope you know just how much of an ass you are. You have no idea how much you hurt me. Will . . . I love you. All you did was give that love away. Damn it, Michaels! How am I supposed to even act right now? You mean everything to me. But I'm starting to wish I didn't fall in love with you." As Morgan talked, she pulled away from the hug. Will's odd essence tainted her behavior and made the cabin leader a lot less pleasant.

This wasn't right . . . Will wasn't on drugs . . . And he didn't actually love her anymore. Yet here he was, passed out, and Morgan was still talking to him. That real love ended the second he slept with another girl. And it hurt more than getting hit with a sword. That damage could be repaired easily. What had happened between Wilgan . . . That was a completely different story, but Will looked so broken down, Morgan could bear it any longer. She pulled the boy into another hug. "Will, what have you done with yourself? Please wake up now. Please. It is me. It is Morgan. Come on, Will . . ." Morgan croaked to herself, letting the tears stream, once again, down her face.

Morgan placed a hand on top of Will's to steady it. The fact that it was shaking not only frightened Morgan but caused a sharp tingle to send itself through her body. What was Will doing to himself? If it was hard to watch Will shakily move his hands, then you can't imagine how hard it was to see Will cry. Nothing Morgan had ever suffered through really compared in the slightest.

"No, oh . . . Will. Don't cry." Using her free hand, Morgan swiftly wiped away the boy's tears with her thumb. This wasn't happening. Will looked so lost, and he wasn't at all himself. "I don't want to know why or when, but by now you know know that I know. I'm glad you're sorry, but that doesn't change anything! It doesn't make anything better!"

Morgan let go of Will's and a sighed. "Have you seen what you're doing to yourself? Since when to you take drugs, Will? You're way too good for drugs. You're strong and you have such a pure heart! At least, you did. I don't even know who I'm looking at right now. It sure as hell isn't my Will Michaels." Morgan reached up and attempted to fix Will's ragged hair, but it fixed nothing. His eyes were what haunted her the most. Usually they where beautiful. Now what where they?

Morgan watched in horror as Will began what looked like coughing. The daughter of Zeus wasn't an expert at that kind of stuff, the medical side of science, but when he finished, Morgan was sure it wasn't a healthy kind of hacking. As Will attempted speech, Morgan moaned quietly. The hours she had been spending planning exactly what she was going to say to the jerk vanished. She couldn't chew out this boy. He was so distraught, and he was crying.

"This isn't happening . . . Oh my gods, no . . ." Morgan began quietly repeating as Will told her to leave him. When he continued to talk about their end, the girl began crying again. Her eyes were already red from the emotional impact Will had on her, just by attempting to speak. Just by shedding a few tears. Just by looking at her with those lost eyes. He was like a puppy, or a child getting scolded--only, this child was on drugs.

"I'm not going to leave you, smart one. I'm still here. I'm not going anywhere, Williamson. I wouldn't dream of it." Morgan moved both her hands to behind Will's neck, not only keeping him up but expressing her worry. She had been through with this boy just minutes ago, but as usual, Will made Morgan happier. His current state was painful to watch. Morgan still attempted to stifle her tears, but all of her walls were finally crashing down. They had crumbled before, but seeing her boyfriend like this was the last straw. Having him beg her to get out, just because he thought he wasn't good enough, it wasn't something that's easy to hear.

"I'm still here. I'm not going anywhere, okay?" Morgan repeated, this time using a sweeter voice. There was a pinch of sadness seeping into her words. If her face ddn't convey the worry, her speech did. "No matter how much it hurts, no matter how bad we get . . . I won't give up on us. I can't believe you did what you did to me, but that doesn't mean I don't still need you. I might be mistaken, but it looks as if you need me, too." Morgan pulled herself to Will again, fitting her head on his shoulder and pressing her face up against the boy's neck. The tears were still spilling out of her eyes, but it was now only because Will didn't think he was worth it.

"You're too much, Will," Morgan spoke into Will's neck, not ready to let him go this time.

Morgan blushed at Will's touch, trying to remember the time when it felt not only warm, but secure. They didn't feel safe anymore, and as much as Morgan tried to will them to be, they didn't change. The fact that Will would still touch her made a little bit if a difference. "Don't we just look like the perfect couple . . . You're crying, I'm crying, we're going crazy." Morgan shook her head and looked into Will's eyes. It was hard but she tried to hold his gaze. She was trying to convince herself that if she stared into the boy's eyes long enough then she'd see her old Will. So far, it wasn't working.

That only made her slightly more distraught. Morgan was able to stop crying, for Will's sake, but the pain didn't go away just because the tears did. "Don't say those things, Will. I'm not going to walk out of your life! You'll always be good for me, no matter how many times you cheat. I used to care, but I don't anymore. No matter how much you drink, I'm here. And you're doing drugs, too. You don't need them." Morgan put both of her hands on top of Will's and smiled at him for the first time that night. "I'll be here even when you don't want me anymore."

Feeling another sharp pain in her chest, Morgan cringed and whimpered slightly. "Will you just accept the fact that I'm here? There are other things going on, too. It's Morgan. You. Can. Tell. Me." The daughter of Zeus was feeling stronger, but the urge to burst into tears came back. She held on, but a tear escaped her eye. Almost tauntingly, the droplet of water slowly made it's was down Morgan's cheek. She didn't want to cry anymore. She just wanted the pain to go away not only for her, but for Will. "Hey, I'm not mad, okay? So don't cry, shh. Everything's okay." Morgan scooted forward, towards Will and offered another pathetic smile. It didn't look real, Morgan was sure of that, but she hoped her boyfriend couldn't tell the difference.

"Ouuf," Morgan huffed as Will pulled her into a hug. She heard the rain outside and relaxed. The sound was soothing. Being in Will's arms again was soothing, but mostly it was the rain. Like Will's touch, Morgan was slightly disappointed by the lost serenity that Will seemed to lack now. Hesitantly, the girl wrapped her arms around the boy and smile into his chest. While she had been crying over her mother and the cheating, Will had been suffering, as well. It almost felt foolish to know that she didn't have the worst of it, yet she had acted worse. She had yelled words at Will that she could never take back. He had apologized countless times, but Morgan didn't let herself forgive him.

Now, though, she did. It was like a switch being flipped in her brain. Maybe the tears dripping onto her head had sunken into her brain, or maybe she had always forgiven him but only just now realized it. The latter had been evident in her previous speeches. Her fatal flaw, inner divide, was showing like the skin skimpy clothing exposed. "You didn't stutter when you talked to me. Are you . . . Are you feeling better?" Morgan couldn't see Will's face, but she could tell that he was crying from the way her hair was getting wet slowly and the way his voice cracked when he talked. "You don't have to explain anything about the party to me. We're good, I still love you. I love you, Will." Morgan spoke into her boyfriend's chest.

As she spoke, she listened to Will's heartbeat. At least the fact that it existed meant that he was still alive. Fear that she would lose the Cabin Leader caused Morgan to go weak, so she tightened her grip on Will to remain in his arms. She would survive the loss of anyone else, but not Will. Oh, anyone but him, and the fact that he was addicted only meant more bad choices. It increased his chance. He could die. "Will, I'm going to be blunt with you. I'm not losing you to this struggle, so you're not giving up."

Morgan's eyes began to water again, but she didn't start to cry. She was just happy. Her full trust hadn't been regained, but things were starting to feel normal again. At the proposal to move to his bed, Mogan blushed and began to laugh. "Are you trying to get me in bed, Mr. Michaels?" Morgan asked, suddenly well aware of the fact that she wasn't ready to joke about anything quite yet.

Before making her decision, Morgan looked around Will's room. She wasn't quite sure what she was looking for, but she needed a little time to brace herself for what Will had to say about his week. "You'd probably like some explaining for me, too." Morgan looked at the ground and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "And I agree, the floor's probably not the place for this."

Leaving Will's side to stand up, the daughter of Zeus held out her hand for Will to take. He didn't appear to be in any condition to stand on his own. "If you need anything, don't be afraid to ask me," Morgan offered, not looking forward to the time after tonight, when there would be side effects of everything to deal with. But for now, the demigod was happy to let Will take his time when moving. She wasn't prepared to let him hurt himself by doing something as simple as standing up or walking. "Whenever you're ready, okay?"

Morgan watched, nearly in pain, as Will tried to get himself onto the bed. It hurt her to just observe. And then he apologized? Morgan shut her eyes and took a deep breath before climbing onto Will's bed. He was leaning on the wall, which was sad to watch. Before curling up against him, Morgan raised an eyebrow. "Oh gods is right . . . Are you okay?" The daughter of Zeus looked up into the ceiling. In all honesty, she was trying to see past the roof and into the eyes of her father, silently cursing him. He was letting his grandson take this path.

Thunder roared outside, echoing throughout the cabin, which made Morgan scuttle to Will's side. She relaxed into him and clutched his arm gently. "Please don't apologize anymore. You don't need to." Morgan looked up at Will and frowned slightly. He looked horribly upset. "They told me it was too late for you. I . . ." Morgan trailed off, watching Will.

The rain was picking up, and though Morgan wasn't sure who was causing it, it wasn't the thing keeping her calm anymore. That was Will. "If you don't want to talk about it, don't. Sound good?" Morgan nodded up at the Cabin Leader and closed her eyes, content to just lie with her boyfriend until both kinds of storms had passed.

After giggling about Will's story intro, the daughter of Zeus made sure to listen intently to whatever it was the Cabin Leader had to say. Morgan gripped Will tighter when he mentioned the more . . . Unhealthy parts of his story, knowing that it would better to keep quite than to voice her opinion. It wasn't fair. This wasn't supposed to happen to someone as genuinely kind as Will. Sure, obviously Will had his imperfections, his "quirks" if you will, but Morgan had actually unlikeable personality traits. She was typically very independent, occasionally too bubbly, occasionally not quite bubbly enough, easily broken. She wasn't really sure why Will chose her and not another girl, someone equally as kind and giving as him, who didn't come with their own baggage.

"What a coincidence. My mom pulled me out of camp to tell me about the boyfriend whom she recently met's proposal." Morgan looked up at Will out of the corner of her eyes and shrugged. "Were you really . . . Concerned that much about me?" Her jaw had dropped slightly to hear all Will had gone through to get information. "I wanted to say goodbye, but I wasn't about to tell Soccer Mom 2.0 that I have a boyfriend. She'd go crazy over you. And trust me, you don't want to meet my mom." Morgan frowned and shook her head, trying to erase the vision of Riley Spyro frantically trying to get Will to like her. It wasn't pretty.

Morgan froze when Will mentioned Bellinda. That's when the story really started to head down hill. Her heart rate increased rapidly and her emotional well being threatened to burst. What the hell? She wasn't freaking Bella Swam. She could keep her emotions restrained, even if they were over Will. No, especially if they were over Will. He needed her to be strong for him right now more than ever. "At least Bellinda was there for you. I wasn't. I can't b--blame you." Morgan's voice cracked, but she refused to let it get to her.

Then the drugs. That's what Morgan had been most dreading to here. She knew it was coming, she could tell it was coming, but it sent a shiver down her spine and just required more self control. The forced emotions were almost becoming painful to the daughter of Zeus. Alongside her regular battle of upbringing vs. truth, now Morgan had to deal with good for them vs. bad for them. The only problem was, all of Morgan's real emotions were bad for the pair. Needing to feel secure again--desperately searching for a way to feel secure again, Morgan looked into Will's eyes and gently touched his cheek. The drug talk obviously hurt him in ways she couldn't understand. She'd never done drugs before. She knew of them, but only because who didn't know of drugs?

"It's okay, Will. I . . . I did this. Oh gods. I d--did do this. I hurt you. I des--deserted you. Oh no, oh n--no." Morgan felt a jolt in her chest and held onto Will as if they were on a scary roller coaster. She wanted to plea 'Tell me when it's over,' but this was no amusement park ride. This was what her life had slowly become. "The Downward Fall of Morgan Spyro, Part One: Hurting the Only Person She Loved."

"You have other releases now, alright? We--I mean you don't need to take drugs. You wanna know why?" Morgan paused for dramatic effect, smiling all the while. Instead of replying, Morgan sat up on her knees and kissed Will. It was their first kiss since the park, where Will had asked her out. It was their first kiss since everything changed. And Morgan would be the first to admit, it felt like their most deserved. Shutting her eyes tighter, Morgan adjusted her arms until they were around Will's neck. That's where they belonged during kisses, wasn't it?

Morgan had gotten so caught up in the kiss that when reality sank in, she was slightly disappointed. Will was smiling at her, which brought the butterflies back. It seemed as though they never went away. Not around Will. That was something Morgan hadn't expierenced with any other guy before. She pecked him on the cheek before reclining against the wall.

Morgan looked over at Will, a troubled look of pity in her eyes. "You're doing it again . . ." The girl rubbed her temples and look away from her boyfriend. It was hard to listen to him apologize. It was even harder when she knew the apologies kept getting more and more meaningless. She reached down and pat Will's thigh gently, trying to cheer the two of them up. "Apologizing. Even when we both know it doesn't make things better." Morgan paused, unhappy with the hoarseness in her own voice.

"Go ahead, get mad," Morgan gripped, looking back at Will and raising an eyebrow. "I'm not even going to the wedding, so it doesn't matter what you say about her," Morgan continued. She was almost positive Will had found a way to get the blame of of the two of them, and Riley was the only possible solution to their dilemma. "Or don't. I've said bad enough things about my mom in the past. Enough to cover the both of us." Morgan shrugged and put on another toothy grin. For Will.

"You wanna talk all night?" the Zeus girl asked, slightly suspicious of Will's request. "I think I'd be better if I just listened to you," Morgan sighed. "When I start talking, really talking, you have to have magic powers to get metl shut up." Morgan took Will's hand and winked. "I heard the irony in that the second it left my mouth." It still wasn't the time for jokes. Maybe it never would be again. Things didn't seem funny anymore. They were either desperate or sad.

"Will I um . . . ever meet Bellinda?" Morgan's face was sure about her question, but in an instant, she wanted to take it back. "Don't answer that. Please forget I ever said it. Do you have something on your mind?" Content to go along with Will's idea, Morgan decided she wasn't going to be talkative little Spyro that night. She had made a fool of herself in the past, and gotten on Elora and Madison's nerves often enough to know she could be too much, and she didn't want to scare Will off tonight of all nights.

Morgan gazed up at Will, trying to figure out what was going through his mind. She bit her lip as his eyes started to tear up and slowly pulled her eyes off of him, choosing to squish herself even closer to Will than she already was instead. The silence was daunting, and Morgan wasn't sure what she was supposed to be thinking about. Was she supposed to be reconsidering Wilgan? Building up her anger? Finding herself in the short amount of time she had been aloted? None of her options sounded appealing, and Morgan wasn't for any of them.

The Zeusie did realize something when sitting next to Will, though. She had thought of it previously, but it struck her as okay now. Will was her half nephew. She had been opposed to being with him for that reason alone at first, before she completely fell for him in the park, but now she didn't care. If people wanted to judge her, to the Fields of Punishment with them. She didn't care who Will was to her, as long as he was her boyfriend. She didn't want them to nearly fall apart again, and in the silence it felt as if their chance was hanging by a very thin thread. Will's request calmed Morgan, though she wasn't exactly excited to talk. "Okay," Morgan responded slowly and quietly. She wasn't sure what she wanted to say to Will, but she knew letting the conversation die would be like letting their flame dim. That wasn't okay with her.

"When I first met you, I was pretty sure I already loved you, and now I know for sure I do, but you have to understand that Riley raised me to be a certain way. Riley's my mom. She didn't have a good life, so like most pageant moms, she tried to live through me. Let's just say her lifestyle isn't for me. She had me do pageants, Will. Pageants." Morgan's tone was calm, but slightly bitter at the thought of her mom's upbringing. "And she enrolled me in all of these sports that I could care less about. All I ever wanted to do was play soccer and sing. My mom wouldn't let me open my mouth in public out of fear I would say something she didn't like, let alone sing."

Morgan's eyes zoned out as she began to picture the story she was telling. She didn't like reliving her life before camp. "Like, one time! I signed up for the talent show in 7th grade. I was going to sing some Coldplay song, I can't remember which one. Was Paradise out yet? Wait, that was three years ago. You weren't born yet. That's never going to get old." Morgan poked Will in the side, grinning up at him. She owed him jokes. He was sitting through her story, and if she didn't want to laugh, she could at least let him. "Well anyway, she stole my file and changing my entry to a cheer routine. I was put on the squad. I hated the squad. I never wanted to be a cheerleader. I had wanted to sing, and instead of taking one step forward, I took two steps back. Cheer turned out to be alright, I guess. I made friends. I was good at it. I still would rather have sang, though."

"I tried to avoid her as much as possible after that, but this month she had the nerve to take me out of camp and invite me to be the Maid of Honor in her rushed marriage. And I'm not kidding, she had trouble remembering the guy's name." Morgan rolled her eyes and wiggled her feet uncomfortably. "I'm just going to say it, we're probably both thinking it, my mom's such a slut . . ." The girl still had things to say, and since Will didn't want to speak, she kept it up.

"And recently, within the last 24 hours I mean, I found out that this really great guy I know is taking drugs. And he's brave, but I can still be worried about him, right? If you met this guy, I think you'd really love him. He's smart, strong, loyal, powerful, kind. He's got the heart of a lion, and everyone looks up to him. To have earned that much respect, wow. And he's pretty easy on the eyes, too. Quite the hunk." Morgan was tearing up just describing everything Will was to her, but she managed to keep he cool. "But like I said, someone terrible left him and this great kid just lost himself. I'm not sure why I'm telling you this. I guess I just had to get it off my chest. Did I meantion I know this boy can make it through his trouble? The person that left him came back. I'm there for him now."

Morgan humed a little bit of a One Direction song to break the silence, looking up and Will and turning up the corners of her mouth into a crescent smile. "Shut the door. Turn the lights off. I wanna be with you. I wanna feel your love. Sorry, I listen to One Direction too much." Morgan blushed once she realized she had actually been singing and lay her head on Will's chest. "I wanna lay beside you . . ."

Morgam stopped singing just long enough to listen to Will hum softly. She didn't catch most of it, but she found it comforting. "No, you don't need to stop," Morgan whispered, smiling to herself. "How's about I just stop singing. Here, all that matters to most demigods is causing drama and using your powers. Looks like I'd fit in nicely here, if so many people didn't hate me." Morgamrolled her eyes at Will and latched herself onto on of Will's arms, cuddling up to it sleepily.

"Keep me awake, Will. I've had a long day . . . More you than me. Have anything positive worth sharing?" Morgan's eyes lit up as she thought about the future. "You turning four any time soon?" the daughter of Zeus kidded, looking at Will and once again smiling to herself. "I'm glad you're 16 now. I can't imagine fighting over you with a two year old." Morgan began giggling, and kept it up as she spoke. "Although babies might be cutier than catty nympphs." Morgan wrinkled her nose and rolled over so that she was laughing into Will's arm. It didn't feel soft, which led Morgan to believe the drugs weren't too harmful yet. Will's okay, Morgan. Stop scaring yourself. He's going to be okay.

Morgan blushed when Will sat up, still feeling his lips on her neck. "Being at camp doesn't really do anything for my career, though, does it. I'm a summer camper, always have been. But, I'll probably stay all year this year. I'm not going to live with my mom and her new husband, who I will refuse to call Dad. And I want to stay here. I've got more than just Elora and Madison keeping me here now."

Morgan hugged her knees to her chest before releasing them to catch the flying water bottle. "Why don't we keep the knives where they go. It doesn't bother me. I've got all the friends I need." Morgan stuck her chin in the air and giggled, slowly returning to her usually bubbly self. The sight of food had the tendency to do that to her. Will's fridge was pretty impressive. "And I better also have full access to that fridge, or it won't be the nymphs getting cut." Morgan smirked at Will and reclined against the wall again.

The demigod's eyes widened at Will's sandwich. "Jesus, Will! You going to eat all of that?" Morgan eyed the sandwich and nodded. It was a small snack if you compared it to Will's size, and the volume of his stomach. "You've been remembering to eat, not just drink, right?" the daughter of Zeus questioned, raising an eyebrow at Will. She didn't think he would stop eating, but the drinks could have clouded his mind, she supposed.

Morgan picked up the forgotten sandwich. "Just kidding. This one's mine. The "something sandwich." Sounds appetizing " Morgan slowly unwrapped the meal before taking a timid bite and licking her lips. "Pretty good. I don't eat at subway too often. I don't get out of camp too often." Morgan looked at Will and signed out of content. "But I don't really plan on leaving very soon. What's the rush?" The girl took another bite of her sandwich and smiled to herself. She never had to leave, unless she survived all of her years on the battlefield. Then there would be leaving. How much would things change, really?