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// Chapter Sixteen 
// Story: The Day My Life Continued 
// by Authora97 
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When morning came around, I realized it was Sunday. Church is in three hours, my sister would be back by moonrise, and my daughters would be watched by Twilight until I returned. I would explain more, but I was also too excited too sleep so I’m running on pure force of will.
At first, I wanted Darcy to be a surprise for the girls. Just the image of them coming down for breakfast only to see their aunt at the table. Then, I remembered Cookie had no idea who Darcy was. Plus Lilac would want to know what happened, so I would have to explain it to her beforehand in hopes she’d understand.
Above all they were family, they deserved to know another member was coming.
In my nerves, I made full use of my new kitchen. Gemstone, fish, and chocolate pancakes, banana nut muffins with rubies, apples, sausage and bacon, and scrambled eggs. This might be too much for us, I don’t even know what I was thinking for half of this stuff.
On the table, it what was designated as my seat, were dozens of papers I had poured out the plans for getting Darcy back. It was also full of various spells that I would use to get to Tiffany’s, which doll I would use as a temporary body for her, and fake documents proving citizenship. I’d have to go to the Centre to get them all finalized and official.
There were also some plans for this house when she came. A new bed, other furniture, orders for weaponry she’d like. It was gonna be a perfect birthday for both of us!
Twilight came down first. I was working on cleaning the frying pan. She grimaced at the sausage and bacon, moving on to the apples.
“Good morning!” I cheered, tossing the pan into the bubble filled sink. It splashed on my shirt, it didn’t phase me. My sister could come back.
The bookworm princess scanned the kitchen. Her purple eyes bugged at the high stacks of paper and plates full of food. She looked at me in concern. “...morning?”
I dried off my hands, pulling out a plate for her. “Made some pancakes for us, so the girls can have fish and gemstone.”
Twilight’s eyes went from me to the food. “How long have you been awake?”
Laughing, I handed her a plate covered in fruit and pancakes. “Too much work to do for sleep.” She took the plate in her shaky hands. “Had to write up plans for before, during, and after Darcy’s back. It was easy, since I had most of the documents for Cookie printed so I just copied them for Darcy.”
Taking a seat by my papers, Twilight glanced them over.  “And you’re sure it’s going to work?” Twilight asked, hesitant.
My smile faltered. “It has to.” I said, voice low.
That was when the girls came running into the kitchen. Cookie excitedly went straight to the fish pancakes, bacon, and sausage. Lilac tiredly fell into a seat at the table.
“Morning!” I cheered, fixing up her plate. ‘Toast. I forgot to make toast!’
Lilac blinked, lazily. “Mom?” She asked slowly.
Cookie didn’t notice any conversation, just digging into her food.
“Sweetheart.” I called to her. “Forks?”
The griffin human titled her head in confusion, before remembering the silverware. She grabbed it, then went back to stuffing the food down her throat.
‘Now I have to house train a four year old. Great.’ I smiled, shaking my head at her childish antics.
“Mom?”
“Yes Princess?”
My daughter and Twilight exchanged looks. Twilight bit her lip nervously, gesturing with her fork to the stacks of documents. This only made Lilac more worried.
“Is everything okay?” She said. “Miss Tracy was angry last night, and Grandma, and you were really quiet. Did something happen?”
I paused. My body went to get bread, thinking about how best to explain all of this. Should I be delicate, or blunt? I rehearsed the speech all night, but facing it I found no words.
“Well, Lilac.” I said, coming back to drop bread in the toaster. “Lots of things happened last night.”
“You look like you didn’t sleep.” She commented. She was starting to sound disappointed. “Is Us Day cancelled?”
The toaster clicked, cooking the bread to hopefully perfection. Turning to my daughter, I went to her side. I knelt on my knees, taking her hands in mine.
“Mom, what’s wrong?” Lilac asked.
Cookie was getting nervous to, or at least her plate was empty. She looked over to her sister and I, green eyes big. “Mama?”
“Listen girls, last night, Mama had an accident. I’m fine now, but I really scared Grandma and Miss Tracy. They want me to take some tests later. It’s just to show that Mama isn’t hurt.”
Lilac’s eyes widened. “Is that why you made a big breakfast? Cause you’re sick?”
I smiled, softly. Twilight did too. “No. This is happy breakfast. You see those papers?”
“They look boring.” Cookie commented, picking up the whole plate of sausage.
“They were.” I joked. “They’re for your aunt, Darcy.”
“Aunt?” Cookie asked. Lilac looked at me with wide eyes.
“It means she’s my little sister, like how you’re Lilac’s sister.” I explained. “You’d call her Auntie Darcy, or Auntie Killjoy. Lilac called her that, so you can too.”
Cookie had wide eyes. “You have a sister like me?”
I nodded, smiling getting wider. “She’s my twin, which means she looks like me. She...went away, earlier this year, but I found a way to get her back.”
“Aunt Killjoy died.” Lilac whispered. There was a pained look on her face. “She died, Mom. She’s not coming back.”
“Auntie’s dead?” Cookie asked, in an innocent voice.
At that moment the toast in the kitchen popped up.
Twilight took that moment as an excuse to retreat. “I’ll go get them.” My fellow princess went to the kitchen, purple magic taking a plate with her.
I didn’t blame her for walking away. This was feeling awkward.
My daughter looked at me with watering blue eyes. I had thought she’d be happier about it. Her aunt was coming back, we would be a real family again, Lilac wouldn’t have to feel guilty about Darcy’s death.
“I’ll only be gone an hour.” I added. “Maybe another one to make sure your aunt is okay. The thing I’m planning...she’ll be a little messed up but not hurt.”
“You’re leaving now?” Lilac asked, incredulously.
“Well, yeah.” I said. “Tracy wants to wait, but when Darcy comes back and finds out I waited, your aunt won’t be happy.”
“Sunday is Us day.” Lilac said, her bottom lip in a pout.
Oh. Of course. No wonder she’s so dejected. Sunday was a day for Lilac and I, no matter what world we were in. She probably thinks that when Darcy comes back, Us Day will be cancelled.
I kissed her forehead. “Princess, if this goes the way I hope it does, then Aunt Killjoy’s gonna join Us day. We’ll have an even bigger family fun day.”
Lilac was still hesitant.
Cookie leapt around my arms, pulling me down into a hug. “Mama, what’s dead mean?”
“Uh...I’ll tell you when you’re older.”




Tiffany
2009

The nanny was lying dead at my feet. She wasn’t the first to die since my twins were born, no there had been a few mishaps. Some nannies had been mean to my Glen and Glenda, found them crying in their room. There was this man that cut me off in traffic, I ran him off the road. A few others, here or there. 
Rome wasn’t built in a day, right?
“I see that program went to shit.”
I gasped, looking up to see who was there. Who had seen me? I was always so careful!
It was her. That other doll. The one that helped Glen all those years ago. Her hair was still black, and her eyes were yellow. She was wearing; a white shirt from what looked like it was from the seventies, bell bottom jeans, light purple shoes, and that weird pink lollipop necklace. Huh, I thought her’s was the purple one.
Her eyes looked down at my ex-nanny, more out of curiosity. “You were doing so good too.”
“Morgan.” I finally said. This was a relief, I thought I’d actually have two dead bodies to deal with. “How did you get here?”
She laughed. “I drove, duh.”
I smiled, nervous. I knew she wouldn’t tell, but I was wondering where her sister was. That girl had been insane. This one, she helped Glen find me. It was much better. 
“You kept your doll around?” She asked me, pointing at the Tiffany doll.
I lifted the doll up, fixing what the nanny had messed up. “Yes. Why shouldn’t I?”
“Do you keep Glen’s around?” Morgan asked.
“Of course I do. It was his first body.” I defended. “It’s up in the attic. Glen didn’t like looking at it too much.”
Morgan snickered. “Sorry, it’s just, your accent was showing. It’s a really funny one.”
I glared. “Why are you here? You and that sister of your’s left without much of a good-bye.”
“I need your help.” Morgan said.
I scoffed. “Really? Ya looked like you didn’t need much help these past few years.”
Morgan sighed, looking down at the ground. “It’s Darcy. She got her head chopped off.”
I gasped. “How? You two were so careful!”
“We got captured a little after we left you and Glen. She traded places with me, and got executed.” Morgan explained. “She died for me, and I finally remembered how to bring her back. I need the Heart of Damballa.”
I bit my lip, walking past the doll.
“Really? After all I did to help your son find you, you aren’t gonna help my get my sister back?!”
“I can’t give it to you! My children are having their birthday party just outside!” I yelled at her.
“Tiffany, come on! Don’t just leave me hanging like this! I have to get Darcy back!” Morgan pleaded. “Please! You did the same for your kids!”
“I don’t think I should.” I argued. “That sister of your’s was insane. She killed a lot of people. A bad influence on Glen.”
The doll glared. It made me remember why people were that much more scared of us in our doll forms. We looked scary with plastic angry faces. “Your daughter just watched you murder her nanny.” Morgan deadpanned. “With the doll you were possessing. Somehow Darcy is a bad influence?”
“Glenda saw what?!” I looked towards a window, seeing a retreating form with bright orange hair. “Shit.”
“Just give me the Heart, Tiff, please. I’m begging you!”
I groaned. This was too much to deal with today. Couldn’t I just have one normal birthday for my kids? “I don’t have it!” I yelled, exasperated. What was I going to say to Glenda?
Sitting down on my couch, I sighed. It had been a stressful five years, what with being Jennifer Tilly and making sure I was fit to keep my kids. There was also that stupid movie about Chucky they made when the twins were born.
“You lost it?!” The doll screeched, sounding like I just told her I crashed a car.
I groaned. Getting up from the oh so comfortable couch, I stormed over to a drawer in the display. It involved stepping over the old nanny, should really hide that thing before someone else sees. I threw a piece of paper at Morgan, too annoyed to care.
“He left that note.” I said, going back to the couch. Was it too early for a drink?
Morgan stared at the note, looking dejected. “Took you long enough. -GL.” She waved the note about, pissed off. “Who the fuck is that?”
“Don’t know.” Was my answer. “Couldn’t talk to the cops about it. They’d start asking questions and I don’t want to risk my babies. It was just some stalker, I get those now. Being a movie star.” I bragged, twirling some of my hair.
The doll just walked over to the couch, slumping in the cushion beside me.
“I thought it was your sister for awhile.” I said. “She was a big fan of Chucky’s.”
“GL.” Morgan mumbled.
“It was weird how she found us, back when Chucky killed me. She just showed up on my trailer doorstep.” I said, brushing the doll in my lap’s hair. It had been a nice body, for a doll. “Told me she was one of the brats Chucky tried killing in ‘88, after he died.”
“Why are those letters that familiar?” Morgan mumbled. Her plastic hand was holding tightly to the note.
Maybe it was the five years of being a mother that said what I did next. I moved closer to her, letting the Tiffany doll rest on the couch. My hand went to hold Morgan’s, and the possessed doll was too focused on the note to notice.
I raised my eyebrow at her. I shoved her arm. “Hey.” Her head snapped up to me. “Are you gonna be okay? I didn’t like your sister, like at all. On the other hand, it was because of her that you kept Glen safe.”
Morgan smiled softly. Her plastic eyes were getting wet. “Darcy was a good kid. She didn’t deserve this.” She looked down at the note again. “This was my last chance. What am I gonna do now?”
“I’d love to help, but my babies need me.” I said, walking towards the backyard.
That amulet was Morgan’s problem now. I’d like it if I never had to deal with this shit again.




Morgan, 2013

It was all going well. My body had time skipped, my five years here turning into five years there. I had some time to get gifts for the twins. Nothing to damaging, just a violin for Glen and a toy medical kit for Glenda.
Sneaking into Tiffany’s house was easier than ever. It wasn’t even sneaking in, I just walked in the front door. The nanny was already dead by the time I was there. My only comfort was that I was here to get Darcy back.
The work I had put into this...I put all my eggs in this basket.
I was lying in my room. By my bed was a temporary doll body, one of mine when I was Lilac’s age. Darcy would hate being in that thing, a quick spell from the reality watch and she’d be human again. I help her adjust to being alive, and explain what happened the past five years. She’d meet Cookie, bitch slap Tracy, and then we’d celebrate our birthday. That had been my plan. 
No. It still was my plan. There was just more in the way, starting with ‘GL’.
The theft was too focused to be a street thug. You don’t leave a note unless you want to show-off. What did the took you long enough mean? It could’ve been a slight at how long it took Tiffany to notice the Heart was gone, but that didn’t seem right.
Whoever stole the Heart had to know Tiffany had it. Anyone who might even possibly know that is dead or are her children. I knew too, but only because I was a Traveler. No other Traveller could have gotten in, not without my help or Lilac’s. She would never help someone into a movie without my approval, which was a big talk we had after I became Princess.
It was too insane. It didn’t make any sense. They couldn’t have been a Traveler. It just...it was too jarring.
The note was for me. It was someone taunting me about taking so long to find the way to save my sister. Oh Sweet Merciful Storyline, it made sense in the way that made my heart sink and inflame.
I had walked outside my room. My mind was still running all over the place. 
Twilight stood up. She sounded hesitant, as I was alone and not with my sister.
“Morgan? That was fast.” Twilight stated.
I stared at the note, blankly. 
“Morgan?” Twilight asked. “...Raspberry?”
“Mom?”
The voice of my eldest caught made me lift my head. “Yes, Princess?” My voice shook a bit, being hit with the reality that I’d have to wait before the reunion.
She blinked her dark blue eyes at me. “Is...is Aunt Killjoy okay?”
The word was bitter in my mouth. “No.” Lilac’s eyes filled with hurt. “She’s...not coming back.”
“Was she mad?” Cookie asked, appearing behind her sister. She used her wings to fly just high enough to be similar heights. “Cause sometimes when I get really mad I go away and hide until I’m not so mad no more. Is Auntie Killjoy really mad at us? What did we do? Can I tell her I’m sorry?”
“She’s not-” I cut myself off, barely holding back a surge of anger. She’s not angry at you because she’s never met you because she’s dead.. Though, Cookie’s rambling gave me an idea. “See, there’s this big treasure I needed to get Auntie K-Killjoy ba-back. Someone took it before me.”
The three girls gasped. Cookie’s was more like a child learning a plot twist, while Twilight and Lilac had more pain. They understood how much it meant to me to find the Heart. Darcy needed it. I needed Darcy.
“It’s like a big scavenger.” I explained. It was hard to hide my anger, so I disguised it as excitement. I showed them the note. “And this is my first clue.”
Cookie was excited, as I knew she would be. Lilac’s face dropped.
“What’s wrong, Li?” I asked, delicately.
“You promised an us day.” She said. “How can we have Us-Day when you’re off getting the Tests and then looking for GL?”
I bit my lip, unable to look her in the eyes. I was already letting Darcy down, I couldn’t let my girls down too. “I’ll start looking tomorrow. Alright? That way we have today.”
Lilac crossed her arms over her chest. “Promise?”
“I promise.”





Twilight was watching the girls in their playroom at the Centre. The purple alicorn suggested going school shopping today, then maybe getting more human clothes for Cookie. Lilac agreed, as long as we went together. I smiled tightly, fighting an urge to run and find GL myself.
I promised Lilac, and I can’t break a promise. It would leave psychological damage on my daughter, probably ruin her ability to trust anyone ever again. There. Case closed. No chasing after GL...
...alone.
Tracy was walking me to the testing room. I was following behind, excitedly trying to get her on board.
“We need to find this guy, and take him down!” I said to Tracy, moving to race around her.
Her arm shot out, blocking my path. “That was true, yesterday, before we decided to run tests.” She said, with a smug smile and a ‘I told you so’ in her voice.
It had been ages since I lasted flinched at the T word. The way Tracy said it, the images coming to my mind, almost made me shudder.
“Now, we’ll have to wait.” Tracy stated, proud. My heart was sinking. Not only that, I was getting angry at Tracy for twisting all of this. “Your mother said you were grounded, we told you we would search for the necklace once your tests-”
“But there’s only one way he could’ve gotten it.” I said, holding up the note for her to see. “He’s a traveller, or she! Whatever. They had to come into my reality, have some of my DNA or Lilac’s. This wasn’t just some LA street thug’s petty theft.”
Tracy frowned, looking on the edge of annoyance. She snatched the note out of my hand. I stared open mouthed. “Our techs will investigate. You are supposed to take the test, and get ready for school tomorrow.”
“But the Heart-”
“-is going to be found by the professionals.” Tracy stated. “Today is the blood tests. The next few weeks we’ll have mentally, physical, and magic tests. In a month, before your birthday I checked, we’ll run the tests again for changes.”
Oh, I have never wanted to roundhouse kick Tracy in the face as much as in this moment. It only fueled my anger. I needed my family to be together and whole. My family needed Darcy, Lilac, Cookie, Bee, the Mane 7, and the other Princesses. 
No, it didn’t slip my notice that I listed Bee in there. It was a lovely idea, though I had enough on my plate for right now. It was hard to think about how much I loved Bee when I wanted to throw Tracy out a window. Who knows? Maybe she’ll land on Darcy’s grave in a weird sense of cosmic humor.
“I know you don’t think so, Your Majesty, but I’m thinking about you. My job is to make sure you’re making the right choices.” Tracy said, voice low and kind.
My eyes just looking at her pleadingly. “Yeah, but who’s definition of right?”
She frowned sympathetically. “Your parents just want what’s best for you. They know you can make good choices. They just think you need...someone to show you.”
I frowned, keeping a cold retort in my throat. ‘I gave up on my parents a long time ago, and I know they never believed in me, so why should we start believing now?’





My skin was itching where they had pricked me with needles. My back was sore from lying down on that stupid medical bed for four hours. Why did I have to stay down so long for stupid blood tests?
The lights had been turned off. My office had been redecorated again. It reminded me of Corpse Bride, with dark blue walls and all black couches. The carpet was black, with a curved stripe to resemble a path. The coffee table between the couches had white bones for legs, as did my desk.
I pulled out my phone.
To Sparkle of Twilight: I’m in the office. Bored out of my mind. I’ll get the girls in 30. Cool?
To Raspberry: Perfect! Cookie’s been getting antsy and Lilac finished that summer school box Tracy gave her.
To Sparkle of Twilight: Need to get Cookie one too
To Raspberry: She thought her’s was a toy.
To Sparkle of Twilight: That’s my girl. Took only two weeks to assimilate.
I grinned, pulling out a pair of headphones. What? No one thought I was going to actually work after those tests, right? No, it’s gonna be MCR and Gloriana for the next half hour. 
Only two songs in, someone turned on my lights. 
Mom walked into my office like weights had been lifted from her shoulders. She smiled an annoyingly sweet teacher’s smile. “I spoke with Tracy on the way up here. She said your tests went perfectly! They’ll have the results by tonight.”
I stared flatly. She interrupted This Is How I Disappear to tell me I was getting my results?  Why the hell did Katelynn let her in? “Why didn’t you just text?”
“I wanted to come check on you.” Her smile fell slightly. “Tracy told me you traveled again. I told you that you were grounded.”
“I’ll have to go back to Equestria.” I stated, not looking up at my mother. “School starts there too, and I have to write lesson plans with Cheerilee.”
My mom was silent for a moment. “Oh, right. You’re a teacher’s assistant there.” Mom said. “Lilac must enjoy that. I know you and your brother’s did.” She joked.
I looked at her flatly. “Yeah. She does, and so does Cookie. It’ll help her transition into her new griffon body.” I said, dreading this conversation. “So I need to get back on that.”
“Honey. You need to take it easy. You just went through some testing-”
Honey, that’d be a good pet name for Bee...Storyline how was I going to explain this to him? When I went back, he was sure to notice I was dejected. My own mother noticed, and she never notices anything!
“Because you believe it’ll help me.” I said the word with such spite that it surprised me Mom didn’t flinch back. “I’m taking the girls shopping for school supplies. Do you believe I can handle that?”
“Of course.” She replied. Sarcasm completely flying over her head. “You’re capable of a lot more than you think.”
“You believe that?” I said, coldly.
“Always have.” Mom said, giving me a warm motherly smile.
I huffed. ‘No you haven’t’.
Katelynn’s voice buzzed in from the phoneline. “Morgan? I know you’re with your mom, and it’s Us Day, but someone’s here and she said it’s urgent.”
Mom grimaced. “I don’t understand why you want a teenager doing that job.”
“It’s nice having other kids around.” I said. My thumb pressed down on the intercom button. “Katelynn with a K, if it’s Tracy or anyone connected, tell her to wait until tomorrow. My mother’s giving me updates on my ‘health’.” I threw a small glare her way. She was texting. 
“It’s...it’s Savannah Logan.” Katelynn said.
“Oh.” Right, the Feud. “Seth’s mom.”
“Yeah. Should I...?”
As much as I wanted to, I knew it would be better to talk to her now. It gave me the excuse to kick Mom out.
“No. Send her in. I have twenty minutes before I take the girls out for Us Day.” I relented. “Besides, there’s some stuff I wanted to talk to her about anyway.”
“Oh. Okay. I’ll send her in.” Katelynn asked.
I smiled widely at Mom. “Could you step out? I believe this’ll be a royal manner.”
The schoolmarm smiled back. “I understand! I have five meetings before tomorrow. So I’ll go.”
“Got it.”
“I’ll let her in.”
“Sounds good.”
“See you at school tomorrow?”
“I believe you will.”
When she was out of earshot, I let out a growl in a language only Darcy could translate. I loved my mother, really I did, but any mother, biological or foster, just got on my nerves!
Sure enough, Savannah walked in. Seth was a close copy to her, now that I knew they were related. Same eyes, same hair shade, same skin tone, even the same nose. She wasn’t wearing business attire like last time, it was a nice yellow blouse and mom jeans.
“Hi Mrs. Logan.” Was my polite greeting. Savannah was “I’m sorry, but I have to make this quick. Today is family day with my kids, and this feels like pushing it.”
“You have children?” She said, looking at the photo of Lilac.
“Two, now.” I said. “Adopted a griffin almost two weeks ago. Her name’s Cookie.”
She was surprised, shaking it off. “O-Oh?”
“Yeah. She was a cat at the time, but.” I shrugged. “How can you say no to a child’s face?”
“They go to school, I imagine.” She hinted.
I quirked an eyebrow at her. “You want to know if they’re bullied as well. An underhanded way of asking about your own son.” I stated.
Savannah blinked in surprise. There wasn’t time for us to beat around the bush. My girls wanted me in twenty minutes.
“You really are smarter than they give you credit for.” Savannah said, looking at me with wide eyes.
“Thank you.” It was one of the nicest things a Traveler has said to me. “What do you want to know about Seth?”
The brunette sighed, sitting at a chair in front of my desk. 
“I thought something was wrong, when he hadn’t Traveled at twelve. He wasn’t that same sweet boy that played with his trains.” She asked. “Please. Just tell me what my son did. From one mother to another. Please.”
So, I thought about where the best way to explain this to another mother.
“It was there from the start, but I was six. You don’t pick up that stuff when you’re six. It was after I turned eight that I stopped and realized what was going on. That it finally hit me that this wasn’t how new kids were treated, it was how I was treated.”





Jimmy had been a nervous wreck since last night. What had his mom been thinking, calling Tracy! Everything was going perfect! They were catching up, bonding, actually getting along. He told Morgan how to get her sister back, and she was happy.
This was his chance to ask her out. Why did things always go wrong when he was asking someone out? He thought he’d try again today. He made it to the Centre, making his way to the top floor. Jimmy hoped Morgan could see him today.
When he made it to her office, he saw people already waiting by the door. There was Katelynn, Morgan’s friend from last night, working as the secretary. Jimmy thought she was nice.
There was another teenage sitting in a lounge chair, typing away on his phone. Jimmy didn’t like him. He was dressed in a baggy orange shirt, dirty red jacket, and a cut up pair of jeans.
“Hey Jimmy.” Katelynn said brightly. “What are you doing back?”
“Just...checking up.” Jimmy said. “On Morgue.”
“She’s in a meeting with somebody.” The new permanent (no matter what Tracy said) secretary turned to the door of Morgan’s office. “I’m surprised she’s lasted this long. Mrs. S was barely in there two minutes.”
“Cool.” Jimmy said. He kept his eyes on the stranger.
Katelynn followed Jimmy’s gaze to Seth, rolling her eyes. “Oh him.”
“Haven’t seen him around before.” Jimmy said, even though he’d been there less than a month.
Katelynn stood up from her desk, reaching for her purse. “He’s a jerk.” She pulled a couple dollars out from her purse. “Hey, I’m gonna get something from the vending machine. Did you want anything?”
“I’m good.”
“And...um... by the way, did you... maybe... want to-”
Of course, Jimmy had walked towards Seth. Katelynn’s shoulders slumped.
“I should really just call him.” She said to herself. “Just call him. Morgue gave you his number. Why can’t you just call?”
She walked away, leaving the two teenager boys alone.
The thirty five year old Traveler walked over to the younger. The teenager didn’t acknowledge Jimmy. 
“Jimmy Cipes.” He introduced himself.
“Seth Logan.” He nodded towards Morgan’s office. “My mom’s in there, trying to make an stupid appeal. ‘Princess Spencer’ started some shit feud with me.”
“You’re the guy Morgue made the war with?” Jimmy asked, eyes wide.
“What?”
“Morgue told me about that.” Jimmy said. “We’re old friends. I don’t think she’s a freak, never have. She’s always just been Morgan to me.”
The bully wanted to scoff, but kept silent. It had been a weird month for him. The school freak was the soon to be Queen, she was the reborn Danielle Patterson, and her childhood friend was a Traveler too? “It’s weird.” Seth commented. All the things connecting Morgan to his world, it was a wonder she hadn’t found them sooner. “I uh, I heard about her Created-”
“Her sister.” Jimmy said, his voice clipped. “Darcy.”
“Yeah, her.” Seth brushed off. “She had a scar in the same spot Morgan hit her head. Kinda funny.”
“A kid hitting her head is funny?” Jimmy questioned.
“What? No!” Seth said. “Just...it’s just funny that it’s the same spot. Like...fate or some shit.”
The blond boy blinked. “I’m starting to see why Morgan made that feud with you.”
Seth scoffed. “She’s all talk. She’s not gonna do anything to me.”
“Why not?” Jimmy questioned. Hell, he wanted to do something!
“Because she’s still the little weirdo. Everyone here knows it.” Seth argued. Jimmy was looking at him like Seth was insane. “I mean, come on! Her office looked like some fairy puked on everything. I heard once she came to work wearing a pool floaty, and wore it for three days straight! She’s got photos of her with a dragon and she calls it her family! That’s weird.”
“That’s Morgan.” Jimmy defended. “And she loves Lilac, and Cookie. They’re her kids. It’d be weird if she didn’t have those photos.”
Seth just stared at Jimmy for a long time. He was a bit disgusted someone could defend her like that. 
“She got another freak?” Seth asked. “What kind of name is Cookie? Does she just want her kids to be bullied too?”
This time, Jimmy was the one staring in disgust. Well, and shock. He knew he should be nicer, he was probably twenty years this teen’s senior, but he couldn’t stop himself.
“You know, it’s a good thing Morgue didn’t hear you.” Jimmy said, stalking towards Katelynn’s desk. “I heard the last guy to talk about her kids like that, well, Morgue stabbed forty holes into him.”
Seth was thoroughly silenced.
Jimmy looked at the bully sideways. “You may not give a shit about Morgue, but did you really stoop down and bring her kids into it? You’re lucky right now, Seth Logan, because if I wasn’t certain Katelynn was walking back in one minute, then I would have thrown you out that window onto the Created’s grave. Put your life in my hands, see how long before you hit the ground. I’d even take a picture, use it as a Christmas card.”
Seth would later deny this, but that idea scared him.
“Not so fun, is it?” Jimmy asked. “Then imagine how Morgue felt. She was only ten, alright? I’d get it, if you were a jerk when you were kids because she was showing off, but being a jerk now? To an orphaned girl? That just makes you an asshole.”
Savannah Logan walked out of the office at that moment. There was a matching stunned look on mother and son. Morgan came running out after her, throwing her Infinity Bag over her shoulder.
“Jimmy!” Morgan cheered, a bright smile on her face. Jimmy noticed she had some tears streaks on her cheeks, which she was hastily wiping away. “Love to talk about last night. Text me later. Family Day with the girls and I’m-” She looked down at her watch. “Fucking late!” She dashed down the hallway, passing by Katelynn.
“Oh hey Morgue-”
“LATE!” She shouted, running to the stairs.
The blonde girl laughed, looking to the Logans and Jimmy. She was a bit worried at how worried the Logans looked. She walked up to Jimmy. “Did I miss something?”
Jimmy shrugged, slipping his hands in his pockets. “Nah, just had a talk with Seth.”
At the name drop, Savannah seemed to wake up. She glared her green eyes at her son. “Seth. Time to go.”
“Uh yeah. Listen, Mom-”
“Now. We need to have an overdue talk.”