You've Got Another Thing Coming (Morgana)

[kay]

Kay was hard at work committing some lyrics to memory. They weren't for a real school production, but rather for the student showcase. He was going to be sing Sweet Transvestite -- in full, uncensored, uncompromising costume and he couldn't wait to get his paws on one of those skanky suits and some decent heels. Grinning widely as he ran a finger down the second verse, he closed his eyes, mumbling the lyrics under his breath over and over, one line at a time.

It wasn't until he heard footsteps against the stage that he looked up, a wicked smile already forming on his lips. He had no idea who was approaching him or what tidings they came bearing. All he knew was that he was in a mood to make some poor soul feel uncomfortable (preferable a slightly homophobic straight man who wasn't entirely secure in his orientation and/or masculinity). Instantly, his plan reformed as he saw the form of his sister (and he had to admit she had a great figure...especially if they hadn't been related: unfortunate mistake, that) moving towards him. She wasn't a slightly homophobic straight man insecure about her orientation and/or masculinity, but she was still his sister and siblings were an excellent outlet to vent one's pent-up emotions upon. Not that Kay had many pent-up emotions, but you get the point, right?

"Gannnnnnnaaaaaaaa." Kay crooned, a definitely whiny tone to his voice, a nefarious expression on his face.

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She'd just happen to glance into the theatre as she walked past, on her way to doing... well... something else. Truth was, the moment she'd seen her twin, she'd completely forgotten what it was she had been intending on doing. She'd almost forgotten he was here too. She stood in the doorway for a moment or two, just watching her twin, and caught herself as she felt a smile creeping onto her face. She didn't have time for sentiment, not unless it was aimed at her sister Morgause. Then again, she supposed she could spare a little emotion and sentiment for her twin brother. He was in the same position as her, after all. Not that he was aware of who his real father was...

Morgana had been toying with the idea of telling him ever since she found out. Problem was... he was male, so he was automatically ahead of her in the line up for Camelot's throne. Unless he abdicated and handed his claim over to Morgana. Which she was pretty certain she could make him do... it wasn't like dear Kay was in any way fit to rule a kingdom. Of course, letting him in on her plans would mean an extra pair of hands here in Tintagel, but she wasn't sure she could completely trust him to be loyal to her cause. He and Arthur had always been pretty close...

Shaking herself out of her thoughts and back to reality, Morgana began walking through the theatre and towards her brother. She smiled at him as she drew closer and he looked up.

Her smile instantly disappeared as he whined out her name.

"Gods you're annoying." She muttered as she reached the stage, leaning on it, her arms resting on the stage. "What on earth are you doing? Please tell me you're not planning another spectacle, sorry... show... like the one's you've performed at home? Uther might not be here, but that won't make it any less humiliating for all involved."

[kay]

He rose and started towards her, his arms open wide, but he still wasn't entirely sure whether he wanted to hug her just yet. As she was one of his blood relatives, he did not slap her butt or grope her, but he probably would have done that if they had not been officially related (or if she had been a slightly homophobic straight man). Even Kay was on the "incest is gross" bandwagon...thankfully. He pulled a face at her before lunging for her and pulling her forcefully into a hug. Of course, his hand went straight to mess up her long black hair.

Releasing her, he grinned widely and obnoxiously.

"Certainly not. It's going to be even sexier." He stifled a giggle, fought to get his face to straight out for a moment before taking a deep breath and whispering, in what was clearly supposed to be a sensual moan, but that ended up sounding more like a constipated teenager.

"Oh....Rocky! I'll remove the cause, but not the symptom! Grrrrrrr!!" He added, for good measure.

"I'll be singing Sweet Transvestite in full costume." He offered, by way of explanation. "In front of everyone." He grinned again.

"So, what's on your mind? Running low on condoms, or something?"

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Groaning as her brother destroyed her carefully groomed hair, Morgana scowled at him as he released her, her hand going to her hair in an attempt to pull some of the knots out and get her hair back into some sort of neatness. "I hate you..." She muttered as she brushed her hair with her fingers.

"Oh Gods... why do you always have to do that?" She pulled a face etched with disgust as her brother 'performed' for her. "Kay that's horrific. And so inappropriate I can't even find words for it. I need a shower. And I need to scrub. A lot." She shuddered. "I feel sick."

She scowled again at her brother as he asked her what was up. "I only arrived a couple of days ago, so I don't know what condoms are, but I'm going to assume it's something highly derogatory to my character. So... what's that phrase I heard the other day... oh, that was it. Screw you." She said with a sarcastic smile.

[kay]

“Love you too!” Kay shot back, without missing a beat. He made a face at her and wildly twirled his fingers in an effort to get the maximum amount of hair to stand on end before he released her. It wasn’t every second of the day that he had an excuse to screw up his sister’s personal image and he was determined to make use of every precious second he got.

Kay’s already manic grin grew wider. “Then I did my job right!” He made a kissy face at her and then switched gears from disgusting to “making the mind go to unbidden, uncomfortable places”. He mimed scrubbing one of his upper arms. “Showering? O0o0o0o0o, so all your creepy boyfriends are going to come watch? How much are you charging? I want to sell t-shirts! Seriously, think of all the money we could make! You could be the main attraction and I could manage the franchise. And for those guys who aren’t into girls…” He gestured at himself, or rather, in his crotch region and mimed stripping off his shirt. “I can see it all now – ‘the le Fey twins get naked for your entertainment’. It’s an instant win! An epic win! Win here, win there, win everywhere!”

“Condoms—Winning!” Kay said, with an attempt at a sagely, knowing smile. “No wonder you had the kid. Listen and learn, Sister-Dearest. A condom is a device that prevents little Morgana’s, Caz’s and Kay’s from ruining your life! I recommend using them. Always. I can’t believe you’ve never heard of them.”

He ignored her comment about only getting “here” a couple of days ago to really mean anything. Sure, they had all gone through a magical storm that had land them at an alternate school, but her statement didn’t strike Kay enough to get him to take notice of it. Or at least, that much notice of it.

“No Morgana. We’re related. We don’t screw. Together. No.”

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He really was disgusting. Morgana almost felt ashamed to be related to him. But then, annoyingly, there was that unbreakable bond twins shared, that love that she couldn't help but feel for him, the fierce need to protect him. The bond that could only ever be broken by some unspeakable deed... Morgana briefly wondered to herself if what she was planning would be that deed... she pushed the thoughts out of her mind. "Sometimes I really wish I was an only child." She muttered, still trying to untangle her hair as she tried desperately to ignore his disgusting ideas about showering. "You're foul."

She stopped and stared at him, her fingers tangled in her hair, as he rambled on about condoms and... a kid? What? Morgana stared at him, wondering what on earth he had been taking/drinking/hit his head on. This was even crazier than the stuff Arthur had come out with.

"Kay... what on earth are you talking about?" She was utterly confused, bewilderment and slight concern etched onto her face. "Who is Caz? The only Caz I know is our old tutor, and we haven't seen him since we were... what, 14, 15? And who's had a kid? Kay... are you alright?" She asked, placing a hand on his arm, starting to get seriously worried about the state of his mind.

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“Oh don’t deny what you do with him in the bedroom. Be proud and open like me! It’s emotionally healthier.” He suggested, ever the advocate for TMI. Then he paused, for once, actually listening to what she had to say. Was she in so much denial that she was trying to reinvent the story to people who had actually been there? People who supported her? People who loved her? People who were her flesh and blood? …People like her own brother?

“Uhh, you did, last year, with your boyfriend. Only, if I remember correctly, you didn’t call him your boyfriend—you liked to refer to him as your lover. As far as most of the world was concerned, it was something of a forbidden romance. He being the middle-aged teacher and you being a young, beautiful student in his English class. It was quite a scandal when you bore him a child. You know, Mordred, your son. My nephew.”

She reached forward and touched his own and he shivered, pulling away, more on the orders of instinct than conscious reaction. Something in her touch chilled him to the bone, something about her made his shudder and shy away, something had changed.

“Morgana,” He began, suddenly serious, “I’m your brother. I remember everything that happened. I was there. I support you and love you. Why are you denying what happened…to me?”

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Morgana stood and stared at her brother, a look of disbelief on her face. What in the name of the Gods was he talking about? A relationship with Cazaril? Well... that was... that was disgusting! He was as old as Uther! And Kay was trying to tell her she'd had a child with him... Mordred... this was ridiculous. Kay was going too far, even for him. She noted coldly his reaction to her touch, and, her expression cold and icy, she pulled her arm back and dropped it at her side, glaring at him.

"This is a sick joke, Kay, even for you." Her voice was sharp and cold. She looked carefully at his face for a moment, wondering if the concern on his face was genuine or all part of an elaborate act. But how could she be even considering the fact that he might be serious? Surely she would remember having been in a relationship and bearing a child?

She backed away from her brother slightly, watching him through narrowed eyes. "Alright. If I had a child, where is it? And why don't I remember?" She asked, her voice like ice.

[kay]

For once, Kay did not spring back to his annoying, disgusting, but still happy self. A small smile did spring across his lips, but it wasn’t a genuine smile – it was forced, concerned and all for show. His heart sank and he didn’t invoke a single one of his acting abilities, he just looked at her, an expression of confusion and hurt upon his face.

“It’s not a joke. I was there!” He insisted, not that he had a great reputation for telling the truth, what with being the compulsive and convincing liar he was. “The way I remember it, you two were engaged before all of this,” he gestured around them at the school, “changed. I respected your relationship so much that I didn’t even try to get into Caz’s trousers! Well, that and I wasn’t really attracted to him. If you don’t believe me, ask someone else! Ask Arthur or Gwen or Merlin! Merlin babysat Mordred more often than any of us did.”

He looked at her and his face twitched.

“Him. Your child’s a him, not an it.” He corrected her. He was shocked to find that for once in their lives, her words actually stung him. How could a mother refer to her own son as an “it”? She loved that boy.

“You’re his mother,” He pointed out. “Shouldn’t you know?”

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"ENOUGH!" Morgana screamed with a sudden rage, bringing her hands to her temples and screwing up her face as she shouted. A lightbulb above her head exploded, showering her with glass. She shook her head slightly, sending some of the shards of glass tinkling onto the floor.

She glared at her twin, moving towards him and grabbing his arm, digging her long nails in hard enough to draw blood. "Enough now, Kay." Her voice was low and dangerous. "Joke over. This is not funny. I know you struggle with the simplest of concepts, I know your intelligence barely reaches the levels of the village idiot, but even you will understand this." She said, cruelly. "That is enough now. There has never been any child. Your joke is not funny, it is not clever, and if you do not stop soon, you will sorely regret it, brother or no brother."

She released his arm, drawing her nails out of his skin slowly. "Is that clear, Kay?"