Fic: Cover Up The Damage [6/?]
Title: Cover Up The Damage
Author: elphie_uk
Fandom: Merlin
Rating: M
Characters/Pairings: Morgana/Arthur, Merlin and Morgause
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Summary: The public believe that Morgana le Fay has it all; she’s stunningly beautiful, envied by most women and fancied by most men, she’s going out with ‘Britain’s sexiest man’ and she’s a world-renowned classical pianist. But something has just blown her world apart.
Warnings: Pre-fic Incest (nothing graphic). Expletives. Modern AU.
A/N: Beta'd by thelovelylaura.
Thank you to themirrorofsin for reviewing!
6. Completely Lost
Morgause let out a long sigh after downing her second shot of whisky. She rubbed her temples, her head banging after a long day at work. She just wanted to be at home looking after her little sister, but Uther was close to stealing some of her major clients, and she wasn't going to let him damage her businesses as well as her sister.
After taking some paracetamol she made her way upstairs to check on her sister. Gaius had advised that she probably shouldn't leave Morgana alone, but Morgause, but she was an adult and she didn't believe that she had tried to commit suicide the day before last. She entered Morgana's bedroom to a rather shocking image before her; smashed glass streaked with blood, but not Morgana herself.
She followed a thin trail of blood through to the en suite. Her eyes barely registered what she saw before her, "Morgana?" she whispered. This was like a nightmare; her sister, the only person in the world that she cared about, lying in a shallow bath of blood, her eyes cold and glassy. She ran towards her, "Morgana!" she grabbed her cheeks, trying to find out if she was still breathing,
"I'm awake, get off me!" Morgana cried, pushing her sister away. She hadn't even noticed her sister coming into the room; she had become completely unaware of everything around her, her mind trying to block out every single little thing that had happened over the last three days.
"What's happened? Morgana where's all of this blood coming from? Have you hurt yourself?" She grabbed her wrists and scanned them quickly for any signs of self-inflicted damage.
"It isn't coming from any wounds." Morgana said calmly and devoid of any emotion, "I am… I was pregnant."
Morgause didn't know what to say, she hadn't had any idea quite how bad things were, "Oh Morgana."
"I can't do this anymore." Morgana whispered, her voice wobbling.
Morgause stepped into the bath, fully aware of the fact that her favourite Christian Dior trousers were getting ruined by her sister's blood. She lay beside the fragile girl and wrapped her arms around her.
Morgana was completely unresponsive to her. Her gaze glossed over again and her body became stiff.
"I so want to be able to help you." She stroked the tiny cuts on her sister's cheek. When Morgause had first come into her sister's life, she had been hard and determined, she used Morgana to get to Uther. Morgause's childhood hadn't been too dissimilar to her sisters; she'd grown up with even less of a family than Morgana and it had shaped her future. However once she got to know her, once she stopped using her little sister as a pawn in the giant chess game of business in which she was the white queen and Uther the red king, "We should get you to hospital."
Morgana's lips parted. After a few moments she decided to respond, "Isn't that a bit late?"
"There's not just the… you know," she said uncomfortably, "There's all of this glass too. You broke the mirror." She stated.
"I realise that." Morgana replied, still looking fairly catatonic, "I don't want to go to the hospital."
"I know Honey." Morgause sat up, "But you need to. We can't stay here any longer, you know that."
She moved her eyes to look at her sister for the first time since she'd entered the room, "Why can't I do what I want to do? Or does it just not work that way anymore?"
Arthur was sat just around the corner from Morgause's house, hiding from the paparazzi but looking through Morgana's window.
He didn't know what to do. He knew that he should leave, that he should just get away from all of this for a while to sort out his mind, but being apart from Morgana had always hurt, more so now than ever before. He wanted to be with her, he wanted to make love to her and kiss her better. He tried to get the images out of his head, but nothing would take the most beautiful moments of his life away, these beautiful moments that now seemed so ugly.
He had seen Morgause return to the house about half an hour ago. She'd be looking after Morgana, he was sure of it. He had never really gotten along with Morgause, but anyone could see how much she cared for her sister. His sister too, he reminded himself. He heard the chatter and general noise of the paparazzi pick up and he looked down towards the front door. There was Morgause leading her sister out of the house, wrapped in a blanket. Even from this distance Arthur could see the vast amount of blood. Morgana was struggling to walk and Morgause had to hold her up. She helped her into the car before rushing around to the driver's side and speeding off, nearly knocking aver a photographer along the way.
He wrapped his head in his hands, "Shit! Shit!" he repeated. What the hell did he do now?
Morgana lay in the bed, completely ignoring the junior doctor who was picking shards of glass out of her arm with tweezers, trying his best not to stare at her.
"You'll need some stitches in your hand I'm afraid." He told her nervously, never having come into contact with a celebrity before.
"Okay." She replied, not quite registering nor caring about what he had said.
Morgause was standing by the door, leaning against the wall. The woman who usually had a smart answer for everything didn't know what to say or do, she felt completely lost.
The consultant gynaecologist, Dr Taylor, entered the room pulling along some equipment on a small trolley, "Miss le Fay, we're going to do an ultrasound now, just to check that everything's gone." She smiled sympathetically. When she didn't even get a slight movement as a response she asked, "Miss le Fay, did you hear me?"
She still didn't get a response.
"I'm going to start now." She told her as a nurse started to set up the ultrasound machine. She pulled down the blanket covering Morgana and exposed her stomach. She had recently begun to show signs of pregnancy, a slight bump being only just visible, "This is going to be cold." She warned before squeezing the ultrasound transmission gel onto her stomach.
Morgana moved for the first time, not flinching at the shock of the gel as it hit her bare flesh. Instead, she moved her head to look at her sister, making sure that she didn't see the ultrasound screen on the other side of the bed; she didn't want to see her empty uterus.
Morgause looked back at her, a tear in her eyes as she watched her unresponsive little sister. Where would they go from here? There was no clear path to recovery, nothing to say that they would ever get to the point where they could just sit and laugh together without a care in the world.
"Miss le Fay… do you know how much blood you passed?" Dr Taylor asked, turning the screen away from the bed. The junior doctor went around to look at it and whispered something to the consultant who nodded in response.
"A lot." Morgause told them when Morgana didn't reply.
"Miss le Fay… usually this would by good news, but under the circumstances… you're still pregnant."
Morgana's head flicked around, reacting for the first time. She reached over to the screen and the doctor turned it around for her.
And there it was; A baby. Her baby.
"But there was so much blood." Morgause whispered, staring wide eyed at the screen, wondering what the future would look like now.
"Judging by the size and position of the foetus among other things, I'd say that you were about eight weeks pregnant with twins Miss le Fay and you only miscarried one of them."
"No." she whispered, speaking for the first time, "No!" her whole body was trembling.
Morgause sat on the bed beside her as the doctor wiped the gel of her stomach. She couldn't even begin to comfort her, not when she had no clue as to what was currently running through her mind.
"I just want this to be over." She started down at the slight bump.
"I can book a termination for you, if you'd like." Dr Taylor offered.
Morgana looked up at her, such pain contained in her eyes, "You think that after all of that I would go through it again by choice?"
Morgause held her sister's hands, "I can't even begin to understand how you're feeling right now Gana, but you must know that you can't have this child."
Morgana snapped her hands away, "And why can't I?" she asked, her body becoming rigid and shaking even more violently, "I'm sick of not having any control any more!" She was close to shouting, "It's my body and my baby!" she threw away the quilt and tried to storm off, but the miscarriage had weakened her.
They didn't stop her from leaving. They could have done easily if they used their physical strength, but they knew that using force could only have a bad effect on her.
"Morgana, please!" Morgause called after her, but to no avail. She was losing her sister before her eyes.
Author: elphie_uk
Fandom: Merlin
Rating: M
Characters/Pairings: Morgana/Arthur, Merlin and Morgause
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Summary: The public believe that Morgana le Fay has it all; she’s stunningly beautiful, envied by most women and fancied by most men, she’s going out with ‘Britain’s sexiest man’ and she’s a world-renowned classical pianist. But something has just blown her world apart.
Warnings: Pre-fic Incest (nothing graphic). Expletives. Modern AU.
A/N: Beta'd by thelovelylaura.
Thank you to themirrorofsin for reviewing!
6. Completely Lost
Morgause let out a long sigh after downing her second shot of whisky. She rubbed her temples, her head banging after a long day at work. She just wanted to be at home looking after her little sister, but Uther was close to stealing some of her major clients, and she wasn't going to let him damage her businesses as well as her sister.
After taking some paracetamol she made her way upstairs to check on her sister. Gaius had advised that she probably shouldn't leave Morgana alone, but Morgause, but she was an adult and she didn't believe that she had tried to commit suicide the day before last. She entered Morgana's bedroom to a rather shocking image before her; smashed glass streaked with blood, but not Morgana herself.
She followed a thin trail of blood through to the en suite. Her eyes barely registered what she saw before her, "Morgana?" she whispered. This was like a nightmare; her sister, the only person in the world that she cared about, lying in a shallow bath of blood, her eyes cold and glassy. She ran towards her, "Morgana!" she grabbed her cheeks, trying to find out if she was still breathing,
"I'm awake, get off me!" Morgana cried, pushing her sister away. She hadn't even noticed her sister coming into the room; she had become completely unaware of everything around her, her mind trying to block out every single little thing that had happened over the last three days.
"What's happened? Morgana where's all of this blood coming from? Have you hurt yourself?" She grabbed her wrists and scanned them quickly for any signs of self-inflicted damage.
"It isn't coming from any wounds." Morgana said calmly and devoid of any emotion, "I am… I was pregnant."
Morgause didn't know what to say, she hadn't had any idea quite how bad things were, "Oh Morgana."
"I can't do this anymore." Morgana whispered, her voice wobbling.
Morgause stepped into the bath, fully aware of the fact that her favourite Christian Dior trousers were getting ruined by her sister's blood. She lay beside the fragile girl and wrapped her arms around her.
Morgana was completely unresponsive to her. Her gaze glossed over again and her body became stiff.
"I so want to be able to help you." She stroked the tiny cuts on her sister's cheek. When Morgause had first come into her sister's life, she had been hard and determined, she used Morgana to get to Uther. Morgause's childhood hadn't been too dissimilar to her sisters; she'd grown up with even less of a family than Morgana and it had shaped her future. However once she got to know her, once she stopped using her little sister as a pawn in the giant chess game of business in which she was the white queen and Uther the red king, "We should get you to hospital."
Morgana's lips parted. After a few moments she decided to respond, "Isn't that a bit late?"
"There's not just the… you know," she said uncomfortably, "There's all of this glass too. You broke the mirror." She stated.
"I realise that." Morgana replied, still looking fairly catatonic, "I don't want to go to the hospital."
"I know Honey." Morgause sat up, "But you need to. We can't stay here any longer, you know that."
She moved her eyes to look at her sister for the first time since she'd entered the room, "Why can't I do what I want to do? Or does it just not work that way anymore?"
Arthur was sat just around the corner from Morgause's house, hiding from the paparazzi but looking through Morgana's window.
He didn't know what to do. He knew that he should leave, that he should just get away from all of this for a while to sort out his mind, but being apart from Morgana had always hurt, more so now than ever before. He wanted to be with her, he wanted to make love to her and kiss her better. He tried to get the images out of his head, but nothing would take the most beautiful moments of his life away, these beautiful moments that now seemed so ugly.
He had seen Morgause return to the house about half an hour ago. She'd be looking after Morgana, he was sure of it. He had never really gotten along with Morgause, but anyone could see how much she cared for her sister. His sister too, he reminded himself. He heard the chatter and general noise of the paparazzi pick up and he looked down towards the front door. There was Morgause leading her sister out of the house, wrapped in a blanket. Even from this distance Arthur could see the vast amount of blood. Morgana was struggling to walk and Morgause had to hold her up. She helped her into the car before rushing around to the driver's side and speeding off, nearly knocking aver a photographer along the way.
He wrapped his head in his hands, "Shit! Shit!" he repeated. What the hell did he do now?
Morgana lay in the bed, completely ignoring the junior doctor who was picking shards of glass out of her arm with tweezers, trying his best not to stare at her.
"You'll need some stitches in your hand I'm afraid." He told her nervously, never having come into contact with a celebrity before.
"Okay." She replied, not quite registering nor caring about what he had said.
Morgause was standing by the door, leaning against the wall. The woman who usually had a smart answer for everything didn't know what to say or do, she felt completely lost.
The consultant gynaecologist, Dr Taylor, entered the room pulling along some equipment on a small trolley, "Miss le Fay, we're going to do an ultrasound now, just to check that everything's gone." She smiled sympathetically. When she didn't even get a slight movement as a response she asked, "Miss le Fay, did you hear me?"
She still didn't get a response.
"I'm going to start now." She told her as a nurse started to set up the ultrasound machine. She pulled down the blanket covering Morgana and exposed her stomach. She had recently begun to show signs of pregnancy, a slight bump being only just visible, "This is going to be cold." She warned before squeezing the ultrasound transmission gel onto her stomach.
Morgana moved for the first time, not flinching at the shock of the gel as it hit her bare flesh. Instead, she moved her head to look at her sister, making sure that she didn't see the ultrasound screen on the other side of the bed; she didn't want to see her empty uterus.
Morgause looked back at her, a tear in her eyes as she watched her unresponsive little sister. Where would they go from here? There was no clear path to recovery, nothing to say that they would ever get to the point where they could just sit and laugh together without a care in the world.
"Miss le Fay… do you know how much blood you passed?" Dr Taylor asked, turning the screen away from the bed. The junior doctor went around to look at it and whispered something to the consultant who nodded in response.
"A lot." Morgause told them when Morgana didn't reply.
"Miss le Fay… usually this would by good news, but under the circumstances… you're still pregnant."
Morgana's head flicked around, reacting for the first time. She reached over to the screen and the doctor turned it around for her.
And there it was; A baby. Her baby.
"But there was so much blood." Morgause whispered, staring wide eyed at the screen, wondering what the future would look like now.
"Judging by the size and position of the foetus among other things, I'd say that you were about eight weeks pregnant with twins Miss le Fay and you only miscarried one of them."
"No." she whispered, speaking for the first time, "No!" her whole body was trembling.
Morgause sat on the bed beside her as the doctor wiped the gel of her stomach. She couldn't even begin to comfort her, not when she had no clue as to what was currently running through her mind.
"I just want this to be over." She started down at the slight bump.
"I can book a termination for you, if you'd like." Dr Taylor offered.
Morgana looked up at her, such pain contained in her eyes, "You think that after all of that I would go through it again by choice?"
Morgause held her sister's hands, "I can't even begin to understand how you're feeling right now Gana, but you must know that you can't have this child."
Morgana snapped her hands away, "And why can't I?" she asked, her body becoming rigid and shaking even more violently, "I'm sick of not having any control any more!" She was close to shouting, "It's my body and my baby!" she threw away the quilt and tried to storm off, but the miscarriage had weakened her.
They didn't stop her from leaving. They could have done easily if they used their physical strength, but they knew that using force could only have a bad effect on her.
"Morgana, please!" Morgause called after her, but to no avail. She was losing her sister before her eyes.