taxonomites | eighteen | location: the tardis | it's never that simple

There are eerie similarities between the last time Morgana awoke after being injured, and this time. First, she awoke alone. This would never have happened in Camelot, and it's made her worry about why exactly Gwen is not present.

Secondly, after some form of self assessment (the gown she is wearing will only be fit for the fire, her cuts and scrapes from the beating have been briefly attended to, save the deep scratches on her wrist -- no one was able to remove the chain covering them, her shoulder, nearly wrenched in the initial attack, is on fire, and her head is pounding), Morgana tries standing. Another unfortunate similarity is the amount of pain -- this one sharp, as opposed to the dull ache in her joints after the radiation exposure.

Unlike last time, she only makes it a few steps before having to lie back down, her lack of equilibrium almost causing her to be ill. So she's curled back up into the fetal position, the same way she was found in the warehouse, tightly shutting her eyes.

She hasn't spoken since she gained the Master's attention (screaming does not count as speaking and she desperately tried resisting giving him that pleasure), so even if she had a tablet, she would not continue to mirror her previous actions at Wayne Manor, and contact someone. Her voice, at the moment, has escaped her.

Morgana knows she can't.

The largest difference is in her attitude. At Wayne Manor, she was confused and wary. Right now, she is seething with anger, and she does not know where it has come from.

Edited 2010-06-02 19:57 (UTC)

The TARDIS materializes just inside of Morgana's room with a quiet vworp vworp of energy. This is only the second trip he's made since finding the TARDIS in his room, but he's sure something is wrong. It's in the way she handles, in the way she feels in his mind. Something is off, something is missing.

Still, she's here. That's what's important.

He heads to the door and pulls it open, glancing outside. Right room on the first go. That's impressive.

"Morgana?"

Somewhere, Morgana knows she should be afraid of something simply materializing in front of her, but the lights from the TARDIS hurt her head, so she covers her eyes. She also has the advantage of knowing what it is -- after all that has happened, how could she not recognize the TARDIS?

The noise of it triggers something -- a feeling of the unfairness that the Doctor has received something so precious when so many of his plans have ended in a shambles.

It makes Morgana think of Drusilla's doll. Someone took Miss Edith without her permission.

In an attempt to quell the rage inside her head -- the pounding in her skull, Morgana's voice is weak, but she is insistent that it will be her own thoughts voiced first. "Where is Gwen?" The voice is weak, but the concern is clear.

It was a concerted effort to win that internal battle, so the next sentiment spills out before anyone, no matter how quick to speak, would have time to answer. "Trying to be impressive by showing off? That's getting old, Doctor." unlike her previous statement, this voice is snarling and derisive. She would glare at him -- full of loathing and scorn -- if any light wasn't too painful for her.

It would be immediately evident that the worst thing that happened to Morgana has nothing to do with her physical injuries.

He winces at her tone. Why wouldn't she loathe him? It's his fault that she ended up in a position where the Master could hurt her, it's because of him that she's here instead of happy in Camelot. He ignores her viciousness and answers what he considers the more important question.

"She's all right," he says. "She helped get you out of there, and I think she went back to Camelot to sort things out, but she'll be back."

He's got too many people in HC Clements, he thinks. Gwen, Casey---people he doesn't know and shouldn't want to trust. If he didn't have the TARDIS here, he probably would be more worried about it, but he's not staying here for very long.

Still curled up on the couch, eyes covered, it is Morgana who lets out a breath of relief and the weakness of her voice returns. "She is safe then?"

She does not ask about anyone else but focusing on Gwen makes it easier to feel like herself.

There's a spike of pain in her head, and she coughs once -- it might sound more like a gag -- like something violent is making its way out of her to gain his attention. She curls herself into an even tighter ball on the couch, as small as she can possibly make herself.

"That's you, isn't it? Always collecting your people, who break so easily. Does it hurt you to know that?"

"Yeah," he says. "Course it does."

He takes a few tentative steps towards her, then stops short of any real closeness. He's gotten far too close to her already, and she probably doesn't even realize how much it's hurt her.

"I'm going to take you home," he says. "Back to your world, back to your time."

Up until now, Morgana's not looked at him. The light emanating from the inside of the door is light has been too much. She feels she can see it through her fingers, bleeding red to the inside of her eyelids.

The offer of the return home, is enough to make her lower her hands and to look. For a moment, she looks like someone who has been offered a lifeline. "Gwen will come with me?" It's more about her friend than herself at this point and she is desperately trying to focus on something that she knows is her own. Gwen is all she has.

If there is one thing Morgana does understand, it is how much her association with the Doctor has harmed her but this is a very small portion of her contradictory reactions. Her expression changes immediately, like she wants to inflict pain, but keep his focus. "Yet you keep collecting. You find people so interesting. You burn them," the anger has latched on to Drusilla's words from the woods so long ago, "when they are so little, in comparison."

One corner of her mouth twitches, in a ridiculous parody of a smirk, like she knows a secret. "Might have to take a deeper look at that, Doctor."

He was about to tell her that of course Gwen would go home with her, of course they'd all get back where they belonged, but that smirk, that smirk on her face, it didn't sit right. It didn't feel like Morgana.

He stepped over to where she'd been sleeping and knelt next to her.

"Morgana, what happened to you in there?" he asked. "Tell me."

Morgana's smirk increases. She loses her battle entirely, now that something else, the anger and rage and need has all the attention it wants. "What? Am I no longer your Lady Fair? Not that you need me, not with your Rose or even without her. You find and lose people so quickly."

Her voice lowers to a whisper, to make the Doctor lean in, listen more closely. "She knows now, your Rose. What was done, twice, but Doctor, I hope you don't think you're special anymore." The note of satisfaction is evident.

Still lying down, a pain hits, above and beyond the constant one in her head, hits and she puts her hand to her temple. The other voice gives way when Morgana whimpers a little.

Edited 2010-06-04 02:36 (UTC)

"The Master went into your mind," the Doctor says, understanding her words and the malice behind them. "But you're stronger than he is, Morgana. You're stronger mentally than I am, and I know you can beat him. Just don't give up."

He wants to reach into her mind and help her, but he knows the Master will have laid traps, ways to kill her and make it entirely the Doctor's doing. But the Master doesn't know what Morgana can do, does he? He wouldn't see how strong she is.

He reaches up to take her hand. "Please. Fight him."

When the pain passes, Morgana sits up a little, and she is back to looking like she enjoys taunting him. "He is much better at it than you are. He wants you to know that. Took a walk everywhere you did, followed the path you laid out, then traveled further, just because he could.."

Though her hand twitches when he takes it, it is not pulled away. "You know what this is, you know why." The smile turns into a grin, full an manic, "I'll wager that pains you, knowing it is all your fault. You could not stay quiet."

Yes, it does. It pains him so much, so deeply. The people he cares about have been hurt, they've been wounded mentally and physically, and it's all his fault. If he could fix it, if he could take it away...

"Fight him," he prompts. "He may be stronger than me, but you're stronger than he is."

"Stayed so quiet for so long, trying to avoid attention, but then -- you couldn't handle seeing Donna and Rose in pain. Then your words spilled out, because you'd left something behind," For all the Doctor's prompting, the voice is simply getting stronger.

And forgets Morgana altogether, too enthralled in teasing the Doctor, "I had to look. What was so special about this one, not once, but twice? Did you really think I wouldn't try to take what you'd left? Got so much farther than you, Doctor. Left a little surprise while she was screaming."

"She forgot about being quiet, the foolish, stupid, human. I don't understand what fascinates you."

The desire to wound isn't just verbal, her nails dig into the hand holding hers, for just a moment, until she pulls it away.

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