Everything's fine...

[Winston Sharpe]

Walking along the Quad, head down, ipod volume on full, Winston barely saw the football flying at head height or heard the yell of "Heads!" In seconds he'd taken the ball to the side of the face, lost balance from the sudden impact and tripped on the tufts of grass that lined the pathway. His hands being in his pockets, could do little to help break his fall as Winston landed on his side and groaned. Someone ran over asking if he was ok, getting the mumbled response of "fine".

Winston lay on the grass for a while, contemplating if he could really be bothered expending the effort to get up so soon.

[Morgan Evans]

A shadow fell over Winston and a cheery voice greeted him.

"Hey there tumbles." Morgan was dressed in a long red flowing skirt and white cardigan, her arms wrapped around her waist tightly, her feet covered by ballet flats.

[Winston Sharpe]

"Hi," Winston said, putting his arms under his head, "What's up Morgan?"

He was wearing a green/black striped buttoned shirt over a thick blue coat and jeans that were obviously a size to large as the bottoms had been shredded from constantly being walked upon.

[Morgan Evans]

"Just saw you take a nose dive and figured I would check in, I owe you that much after making you vomit blood... " Morgan shrugged and sat on the grass beside him, her knees pulled up to her chest and skirt long enough so that still no spot of flesh could be seen.

"Hows the head?"

[Winston Sharpe]

"You made-? Right-right yea, if it makes you feel better I was coughing up blood before you did your thingo anyways..."

"On another note, my head is fine...how's yours?"

[Morgan Evans]

"You were? Oh god, that is so relieving.. Connor says I keep dreaming about it and its waking him up... I thought I had done that to you." Morgan said with a sigh of relief.

"My head is just fine, I was really not hurt at all.. Connor is great with the shields."

[Winston Sharpe]

"No, it's fine, I can barely remember what you did to me to make me vomit, I just remember this dream I got from you whilst I was down. And that's good to know, about your head...being fine."

[Morgan Evans]

Morgan nodded smiling gently, she played with the grass around her feet as she cast a sidelong glance his way.

"What's the dream?"

[Winston Sharpe]

"It was kinda weird I guess, like how dreams usually are." Winston squinted slightly at the sky as he tried to remember before turning over to Morgan.

"I was floating above this lake, nice place...and the same guy from the first time you used your power on me ushered me to a table where," Winston turned back to face the clouds, "You came in about there, emerged from the water, you talked a little,"

Annoyed by the grass itching his arms he hoisted himself up slightly and looked back at Morgan, "and then, from what I gather, I was slapped awake, nothing special really, though I get the feeling you had a role in it, no?"

[Morgan Evans]

"I felt bad for scaring you, so I just hit you with my happy powers instead, the dreams and everything - those are yours from your subconscious. Just think of me as peyote." She nodded smiling.

"I can usually watch the visions you are seeing as if they are being projected live into the room but I was so scared this time I just didn't look.."

[Winston Sharpe]

"You not watching was probably for the best I guess," Winston shrugged, pulling his jacket further up his arms, before lying back down, "And I know I've said it before, but thanks, for helping me out...I just kinda realised I didn't mean what I said just before, it was special, it's always pretty special when you use your powers."

[Morgan Evans]

Morgan blushed.

"Thanks.. I still need training in them and stuff though. Any time I can help you out I don't mind, I need to make it all up to you - attacking you and everything."

[Winston Sharpe]

"Aww, enough about the attack, forgiven, forgotten..." Winston smiled slightly, attempting to hide his slowly rising giddy suspense, "But, well, if you do want to, um, make up, you could use your 'happy powers' again, mayhaps? It's nice, I don't even need to say that, you know it feels awesome and now you've got me thinking about that dream, if it's part of my subconcious, well, I want to find out more about it, get some meaning into it, because at the moment it's got me stumped."

[Morgan Evans]

"I guess that makes sense, the first vision in the XUB was pretty crazy, in a good way. I can understand why you'd like to know more about it.. just pay real careful attention, okay?" Morgan let her power unfurl, gentle tendrils reaching out and stroking Winston's conciousness carefully.

[Winston Sharpe]

Winston smiled widely and shook a little in expectation as the Quad began to shimmer, it felt like a fog had incased his mind and had encased his thoughts in liquid sugar. He closing his eyes so as to get as least outside influence as possible, and lay himself back down.

He was back above the lake, the water was like a still sky-blue mirror and Winston gazed down at it briefly, fixing his hair before his 'Attendant' appeared.

"Mr. Sharpe? Table for six?"

"Sure."

"This way please." The figure led Winston through the air to a floating table, that had literally appeared in the blink of an eye. Taking his seat Winston waited. Though he didn't notice it, Morgan might've realised the table was the same as the ones in the XUB. After a while a large ripple appeared in the water stretching off into the distance, though the ripple travelled into its centre rather than away from, slowly building up a figure out of liquid. The figure eventually took a humanoid shape as it formed, until eventually a vision of Morgan towered over the lake. The Morgan laughed, obviously pleased with itself, before bending down to face Winston.

"Hey there tumbles."

"Sup."

"I was right."

"I never said you wouldn't be."

The giant laughed, although tears formed in its eyes and she rose back up. Five tears fell from high above, landing in the other seats at the table, where they all slowly took the form of Morgan as well, albeit with different hair colours, there was black, light-brown, blonde, reddish-brown and one had mutli-coloured, almost rainbow like hair.

Winston opened his eyes, the Quad still shimmering, distorting Morgans features, "I don't get it...but please, don't stop."

[Morgan Evans]

The real Morgan suddenly had a sickening sense of dread, she tried to let go of Winston's hand and pull away but he seemed reluctant too. Tears began to well in her eyes as she realised just what she had done to her only friend and she took look agonising moments before she managed to begin pulling her power back in, pulling him down.. as it were he would still have the same amount of time as she had effected him to continue dreaming on.

[Winston Sharpe]

Winston blinked a few times, the scenario his mind had generated becoming increasingly dimmer as clouds fell over it, Morgans withdrawlel of power was affecting his vision, which became more like static and when he could see, Winston was only able to pick up bits of the conversation those at the table were having with him.
"We can"
"It would be better"
"Existance?"
"Help yourself"

"Morgan? What are you doing?" Winston said, his voice slurred, "don't stop it, keep it going."

[Morgan Evans]

"I can't.." Its the addiction, I should have realised sooner.. I'm sorry..

[Winston Sharpe]

"Addiction?" Winston cocked his head to the side, to emphasise his confusion as the visions faded away completely.

[Morgan Evans]

"I told you, people can get addicted to my ability, just like they can too regular drugs. I think.. well, you seem to be displaying the signs.."

[Winston Sharpe]

It took a few seconds for Winston to register what Morgan had said before he stammered, "Wha-no, no I'm not," he had to think about it further before shaking his head in disbelief, "I'm fine, honestly."

"What signs?"

[Morgan Evans]

"..you feel it don't you? You have to have more.. soon you will start seeking me out, trying to startle me or touch me, perhaps you won't physically threaten me or anything.. but in time, if we keep this up..."

[Winston Sharpe]

"I'd-No! I don't feel it." Winston frowned, not really insulted by the accusation, he just felt the urge to be defensive on the matter, "I wouldn't hurt you and I wouldn't get addicted." he said as he stood up, brushing off a clump of dirt as he did so.

[Morgan Evans]

"I know you won't Winston, not on purpose but I think maybe you and I shouldn't see each other for a while.."

[Winston Sharpe]

"What, so we should sit at opposite sides of our classes now?" Winston huffed, still unsure of what to make of the conversation.

[Morgan Evans]

"I.. honestly I just don't know.. how do I even begin to explain this.. Winston if you are addicted you are going to go into withdrawal - maybe you should consider checking yourself into the Hospital.."

[Winston Sharpe]

"You...you're serious, right? Shit, I'll....let me think about it-I'll think about." Winston scratched his head, bemoaningly.

[Morgan Evans]

"Thanks.. that would mean a lot to me." Morgan smiled.

[Winston Sharpe]

"That's ok...I've got to go... I'll see you arou-No I won't...yea." Winston slowly edged away from Morgan as he talked, before turning and running slugishly back to the Dorms.