The Killing love sparks again... [private]

It was a beautiful evening for the bright blue sky had slowly turned to a soft, dusky silver as the upcoming moon enhanced its unearthly glow against the sky’s contrasting dark, sapphire blue exterior. The soft, cool breeze of the night has done wonders as it provided a soothing tranquility for those that had come to seek it. Furthermore, the songs of the crickets and the baying of the wolves were heard, providing a melody to the listeners. Overall, it was an ideal time and opportunity for those that wished to settle down after a long busy day of work and play. Most, took advantage of the time although, in some occasions, the streets would become as busy as if it were early in the day. It was a beautiful moment just as it was sacred and, for most, it was a truly wondrous experience. Or, it would have been nice if it wasn't for the fact that Valkyrie was completely bored out of her mind. “Morgan,” Valkyrie would say to her assistant and confidant. “I’m growing tired of this place...” Morgan would simply look at the boss and shrug. After all, she had heard this line many times before. “Maybe it’s time I should get going.” Morgan, though, would not reply and simply responded with a simple shrug of her slim shoulders. This, on the other hand, irritated the doctor even more, “Are you even listening?!” Morgan would only sigh, roll her eyes, and look up briefly from her work, “Go where Meghan? Home?” Valkyrie would scowl in retort whilst Morgan smiled in satisfaction.  

If there was anything that would shut the doctor up, it would be the mention of her home and past. After all, despite never retelling her story nor ever making a mention of it, it was clear to Morgan that Meghan needed that privacy. There was a section of Meghan’s past that not even she would delve into and she respected it. After all, it was a deep trust that kept their friendship strong and unwavering. Still, Morgan had taking a hang of using that knowledge to her own advantage when she wished for her boss to settle down and talk reality. The conversation dead, Meghan would sigh, leaning back against her reclining office chair, while Morgan would go back to work. It wasn’t a hard job that she had, but it was one that took great delicacy and care. Especially as it involved other work that she had been confided in. On the other had, Meghan would frown as she peered down at her schedule. Unhappy with the layout, Meghan would adjust her glasses and narrow her piercing ice blue eyes at her assistant, “Morgan… The ledger is full?” Morgan would try desperately to pull back a laughter and refusing to look up at her boss, “I think I added a half hour break, though?” Meghan would growl as she would peer back furiously at the book while a chuckle would escape the assistant, “In any case, you should stop being so lazy and take other cases.” With that, Meghan would slam the heavy book shut and glare at Morgan than back at the book.

After a long moment, Meghan would sigh and reopen the ledger once more, “There’s nothing worth taking anymore...” Morgan would sit back against her chair and, after having placed the files neatly on the table, turned to the aspiring doctor. “It’s not about the importance or difficulty of the task, Meghan,” Morgan would say, “It’s about helping people.” Meghan would just scoff in return. “It’s the money and favors I’m after,” she would retort. “Not much of that here, though.” Morgan would shrug, “I stand by what I said.” For, if there was anything different from what they both thought, it would be the ideals that they held. Still, Morgan respected her boss to the fullest and, despite what Meghan believed, Morgan still trusted that Meghan would do the right thing. It would take time, but it would happen. She would make sure of that. In the end, Meghan would reluctantly take in the patients well into the rising night. Without a doubt, there was much work to be done and, for once, Meghan was actually satisfied with how things were working out. It wasn’t as if she had planned to make money, but she had come up with a decent amount. Not compared to the other characters she worked for, but it was worth the work. Even if not by much. What she did enjoy most, though, was that her enterprise was expanding and her knowledge for the medicinal arts was flourishing. Thus, she had become more sought after despite the hefty prices.

Still, life had gone pretty well and, for a while, she had stabilized herself as the miracle worker. If anything, she would be willing to take the less fortunate to pass the time. After all, they had their uses. Even if it were as guinea pigs for her frequent experiments. Glancing up at the clock, Meghan would yawn, her arms stretching upwards towards the heavens. She was exhausted and, quite thankfully, she had no one left to treat. “Go stretch your legs,” Morgan would reply. “I can take care of things here.” Valkyrie would only curl her lips downwards in deep thought as a response. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust her loyal friend, but, the matter of the fact was, could she handle it? As if reading Meghan’s mind, the assistant would only smile encouragingly. “You’re always taking care of others, you should take care of yourself, too.” The young doctor would furrow her brows. If anything, she exploited the people as she saw fit. “Just go, Meghan...” Noticing Morgan’s irritation, Meghan would just sigh in defeat and take her leave. If anything, she would have to thank Morgan later. Stuffing her lab coat into her purse and strapping on some heels, she decided to make her way to town square. The place was busy and, in her opinion, it made the perfect way to pass her times and look for a place to have fun. Her stomach growled and, as her irritation over it passed, she would make her way into a cafe. Making her way towards the counter, her eyes would furrow in deep thought.

The cappuccino… or the mocha… Her thoughts would be consumed by the choices and, after a few mere seconds, her stomach would whine once more. “‘ey, Valkyrie!” The voice would snap the doctor’s train of thought, “Long time no see, girl!” A huge smile would fill her face as she neared the counter. If there was anyone within the entire town that had come to become close to the young scientist, it would be the barista of the cafe. Perhaps not in a way that she showed her true self, but it was enough to set up a network with the local shops. “Been busy?” Meghan would nod enthusiastically as her eyes twinkled. It was a skill she had mastered -the use of a bubbly nature, but it proved useful in her everyday life. So much so that she had become known for it. She didn’t mind, though. It made it easier to live her life and obtain that much more connections within the towns she visited. “Yeah, but it’s been great.” Meghan would look up at the menu and make her decision, “I’d like a cup of coffee, Gabe. That’ll be it.” Gabriel, or Gabriela, as he would like to be called smiled broadly, “Sure thing, luv. Coming right up!” With a sincere smile, Meghan would turn to the farthest corner of the store and settle down. It was times like these that she would feel nostalgic. It was for no reason in particular, but she enjoyed her alone time with a newspaper on hand. It was a way that helped her calm down and provided her the opportunity to think. Something she lacked within her busy schedules.

Not much time would pass until Gabriella would arrive at her table with a coffee on hand along with a small paper bag. Confused, Meghan would place her newspaper down and look up at Gabe blankly as he, or she, would giggle in amusement. “On the house, honey, so don’t worry about it.” Meghan would been gratefully as the items were placed neatly upon the table. “Thanks, Gabe. I appreciate it.” The barista would smile knowingly and make his way outside for new customers had made their appearance. Meghan, though, would turn her attention back to the newspaper. Sipping her coffee slowly and thoughtfully, she would take her time with her reading. She was in no hurry until Gabe came back flustered towards her table. “Gurl, do I have something to tell you!” Meghan would fold her newspaper back in place and raise an eyebrow in curiosity. “A guy outside, cuuuuuute!!" Meghan’s curiosity would peak as true curiosity would ooze. “He into you?” Gabe would just shake her head sadly. “Doubt it… But maybe you’ll have better luck!” She left, leaving Meghan to herself. Not feeling up to toy with anyone, she would stay a few moments more until she deemed it time to make her leave. Rising from her seat, she made her way to the door and, stepping outside, turned her head slightly towards the figure that had made an impact on the barista. This would prove to be a mistake for her worst fears would make their appearance. After all, he was there.