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morgan le fae

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Barty hasn't been in the bar much recently. He's mostly been alone or with Morgan.

But today, he's sitting by a window. He's come back in from a walk round the lake, glad that it's getting a bit warmer now.

He is, as usual, reading.

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And Morgan's watching him.

It's a matter of debate on how long she's been there.

He reaches the end of a chapter, stretches, and looks up.

He sees her; he looks at her, meeting her eyes, and smiles a bit.

"Hey."

A little smile, wary and cautious and tired.

"Hey."

"You doing OK?"

He feels a little wary; not of her but of their argument. He doesn't want to fight with her again.

She ducks her head, shrugs, and her fingers dance across the table.

"I guess."

Slowly, he puts his book down, still trying to smile.

"Tea?"

Promptly,

"Apple."

She's only a few days away from going into labour, she'd be moody at the best of times.

These aren't the best of times.

He orders a pot and two cups, and leaves it to brew.

He bites his lip, unsure of what to say; the echo of the argument between them is palpable. He does not feel anger, only tension.

Morgan's not helping. The tension is making her worse, her eyes move quickly from place to place as she waits.

"Um."

He lifts and moves his hand slowly; it seems to take hours, every fraction of a second a sea of time, before he puts it on hers.

There.

She pauses, glances up.

But she doesn't move her hand away.

He wraps his fingers round hers.

Tea's not quite done yet. That could have bene something to do, to occupy himself with, to pass the uncomfortable time.

"Love you," he says quietly.

"I know, Barty." Her fingers tighten as she bites her bottom lip.

A pause; he's very aware of her tight grip, and he's glad of it.

"I'm sorry I got annoyed at you."

"Bound to happen."

He looks at her, and says nothing.

He's still confused as to why she thought anything was wrong, but he's tried to push it to the back of his mind.

"I don't...I do love you, you know that?"

He nods.

"I know. Course you do. We just argued." He shrugs. "Fights happen, sometimes."

He pours her a cup of tea, passes it across, and pours himself one.

A little smile.

"They do?"

"Yeah. It's OK. As long as we make up after."

He hopes this is true.

"Okay. I...still think your magic is doing something strange, though."

"Maybe we can agree to disagree about that?" he asks.

"I reserve the right to yell if you actually HAVE done something."

"OK."

A little pause.

He leans over and kisses her.

And she kisses him back. She hates this, so much, but she's right!

He's still frustrated, sure that she thinks he's done something, and just as sure that he hasn't. He''l just have to deal, he decides, with this difference of opinion. Maybe it's a problem that'll simply fade. Many problems do; better to hope for that than to fight head-on.

Softly, once they stop,

"May Day on Monday."

He nods.

"Just two days."

A soft, shaky laugh.

"Great."

He grins back for a moment.

"What's the plan?"

"Plan?"

"I mean, where will you be?"

"Oh. My room. I'll just call Kokopelli when."

"OK."

"Do... do you want me to be there?"

She frowns, honestly confused.

"Men never are."

"Oh, right... in my time, men are often there." He squeezes her hand.

"But I'll be close, in my room... not far."

"Strange time. You can come and see after."

"I will. Let me know, and I'll come straight over."

He tilts his head a bit, and looks at her, knowing that it won't be much longer now til she's gone.

"And then you'll have to put up with me AND a baby."

"However will I cope?"

She eyes him, not sure if he is serious or not.

He wrinkles his nose at her, smiling.

Not really serious.

A little smile back, at that.

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