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Nightmare memory of a sweet sixteen birthday party going wrong. Morgan wakes up covered in sweat.
Alex tries to take Morgan's thoughts off things and leads him to a cottage, it's their summer home, or really if things are rough, that's where they'll go for safety.
Closing his eyes, the world went black; it only felt like a second, and then he fell asleep.
Sometimes you can remember the dreams. Sometimes they're just dreams you don't recall.
"Happy birthday to you,"
Morgan blew out the candles smiling around at his family, the numbers on the cake were sixteen.
Cheers went up as Matilda, Morgan's mother took the cake away to began cutting out peices for everyone.
"Happy birthday, my boy," Morgan's father said clasping him on the back. "Let's go talk while your mom gets the cake cut,"
Morgan nodded following his dad to the parlor.
"What'd you want to talk about?"
Morgan's father pulled out an envelope. "Now that you're of age, and your powers have come in, the results have come in," he handed the envelope over.
Morgan took it carefully taking the results out, it had big red letters stamped 'SIDEKICK' over every page, vital information blocked out with 'SIDEKICK'. Morgan looked up only to see his father now bore the striking resemblance of his tutor. "You'll never amount to anything!"
Morgan turned away from the room, but it was one of those dreams where you couldn't get away from whatever was chasing you.
"You'll never get higher than an E!"
"No!" Morgan shouted, trying to get further away.
"You can't be a hero!"
Morgan felt tears roll down his face. "No!"
"If you dont become your brothers sidekick you'll be killed by higher villains!"
"NO!" Morgan screamed, sitting up in bed and running away, locking himself in the bathroom as the adrenaline and terror shot through him. He shook as he stood facing the bathroom door.
Panting, Morgan dropped to his knees, crying into his hands.
It was one of those moments he was too exhausted to be worried about the men don't cry shit he'd been taught growing up. Or that it's weak to cry; Alex cried all the time. It wasn't weak. It showed they had compassion.
Though it was weird knowing Alex had compassion.
There was a slight rap at the door. "Morgan?"
Morgan didn't move, too consumed with fear and flight or fight even to be bothered to get up and open the door.
The knocking came again. "Morgan, it's Alex. I wanna show you something,"
Morgan didn't get up; he sniffled as he tried to tell himself that the dream wasn't real; he wasn't sixteen anymore.
He wasn't even sure why he was dreaming about that day. That was supposed to be a good day, but it was worse. Chad didn't like that there hadn't been much attention on him.
Knocking on the door reminded Morgan that Alex was not one to give up. "That's it. I'm coming in there," Alex announced, snapping their fingers and appearing in front of Morgan.
A teary-eyed Morgan looked up at Alex.
Alex hurried to Morgan's side. "What happened? Who did this? I will kill them, please. Can I kill them?"
Morgan shook his head. "It was just a nightmare,"
Alex scowled. "Ugh, those are the worst 'cause you can't kill what doesn't exist,"
Morgan nodded. "What did you want to show me?"
Alex brightened. "There's something I want to show you," they grabbed for his hand.
Morgan let Alex yank him up. "Where are we going?"
Alex beamed at him. "It's a surprise," they snapped their fingers, and the two teleported to the front of a cute cottage bungalow.
Morgan blinked, looking around. "What is this?"
Alex glanced over. "Somewhere to hide out so that you can get away from your family,"
Morgan smiled.
"It's also not in any of our names so that your family doesn't pull strings to hunt you down,"
"Alex," Morgan said.
"What?"
There was a smile in his voice as he said. "Thanks for cheering me up,"