Title: Revenge Is Complicated
Rating: M for language and semi-graphic violence.
Summary: Sequel to 'The Other Apprentice.' Seven years later, Tegan Callahan is back with for her boyfriend. However, she'll have some unexpected help with her. Unfortunately, someone is plotting against her. Why can't these things ever be simple?
Disclaimer: I do not own Sorcerer's Apprentice, Disney, or anything remotely associated with it. I claim ownership of only my OC's, which I love. Don't steal. The government doesn't like competition.
A/N: Okay, this is the last chapter! I'm wrapping it up nicely, so don't anybody as me to make this thing a trilogy. I'm tired of it already. I want to go back to my life. And write other stories. Thank you all for your continued support, I'm glad that I could provide entertainment. Enjoy and please review.
…Please ignore the above Author's Note. There will be a sequel to this. I will update this chapter info as soon as I publish the final installment of….
The Other Apprentice Trilogy!
Amazing, I know.
Back at Tegan's apartment, it was growing increasingly awkward with every moment that passed.
Now that their quest was complete, there was absolutely no reason whatsoever for Dave, Balthazar, and Veronica to stay there, but it felt weird to just up and fly away and pretend that nothing had happened. Also, there were a few issues to sort out.
After much prodding and reluctant silence, Horvath finally explained how on earth he knew Rasputin- a surprisingly dull story involving a bar and several glasses of imported vodka, with something about a ventriloquist -and what all he meant when he asked if it was 'the Council's will.'
'The Council' was reference, of course, to the Morganian Council of Elders, the people basically in charge of all important laws and involvement with Morganian affairs. They'd been after Mr. Lewis ever since the Gargoyles had lodged a complaint against him for attempted theft. He'd been involved in a number of crimes against the Council, several of them too sensitive to even be mentioned, and he was now to have a trial in the Morganian Court, where he would most likely be found guilty and executed.
This made everyone feel much better.
The first thing that Tegan had done when she gone home was shower. She said it was just because she felt gross after the four days she'd been trapped in that room, but the truth was that she wanted to get his touch off of her.
The water was almost boiling temperature when she stepped under the stream, hissing slightly as it collided with her skin, burning away all traces of the past hellish week of her life. She scrubbed furiously with the soap bar, massaged in her shampoo with much more force than was necessary. Dried blood in her scalp became rehydrated and poured down her face, adding to her fervor. Her face was still black and blue from where he'd hit her, his handprints standing out in sharp relief on her pale cheeks. She hoped she had enough concealer to cover it all.
She scrubbed and washed and re-washed until the water ran cold. She stood under it, arms wrapped around herself, holding her face under the freezing spray. It made her numb. It felt good.
When the hour mark was approaching, she turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. She avoided looking at the mirror as she dried off, wrapping the towel around herself. There was a hesitant knock on the door.
"Are you alright in there?" asked Horvath's muted voice. She nodded, then realized that he couldn't see her.
"Yeah," she said, the word tearing up through her dry throat. She swallowed. "I'll be out in a sec," she told him, wrapping the towel tighter around herself. It was silent for a moment, then she heard him padding down the hall back into the living room. She let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding.
She'd agreed to marry him.
Balthazar stood up respectfully as Tegan stepped into the living room, dressed in a black turtle-neck sweater and a pair of long pants. Her hair was still slightly damp, hanging heavily down her back. She had obviously tried to cover up the bruises on her face with makeup, but if anything it only made it worse. She looked fragile and uncertain as she walked over to the couch and sat next to Horvath, not meeting anyone's eyes. Evie came and crawled into her lap.
"Mommy?" she asked, sounding, for once, like her age. "Are you okay?"
Tegan stared at her for a long moment, then tugged her closer in a hug, burying her face in her daughters wavy hair and taking a deep breath. She shook her head,
"No, babe, I'm not okay. But I will be. Don't worry."
Her smile was only a little forced. She was just glad to be home.
She hesitantly reached over and grabbed Horvath's hand, holding it tightly. He looked a little startled, but not displeased. Her squeezed her hand back, letting her know it was alright. Balthazar had to resist the childish urge to make kissy noises at them. He settled for a knowing smirk.
Tegan let go of Evie, and the little girl hopped into the crevice between her mother and the arm of the sofa, leaning her head against Tegan's shoulder. The awkward silence resumed.
"You should go," Horvath said quietly after a long moment, directed at Balthazar, Veronica, and Dave. They all three looked at each other. Balthazar was the one who spoke.
"What about our agreement?" he asked slowly. Tegan looked at him in confusion, then turned to Horvath. He stared at Balthazar.
"Our agreement stands," he said. "You've helped us, and now you'll go unharmed and never have to hear from us again."
Balthazar stared intently at him for a long moment, and Horvath stared right back. Neither set of eyes showed any sign of compromise. Eventually, Balthazar looked away. Even after all these centuries, he was unaccustomed to seeing the malice that resided in those eyes, always searching for a hint of the old laughing glint they used to hold. He never found it.
Balthazar stood, gesturing for Veronica and Dave to follow him. He headed for the patio doors, walking around the sofa. As he passed her, Tegan reached out and grabbed his sleeve. He looked at her.
"Thank you," was all she said. His face softened and he nodded once in acknowledgment. She let go of his sleeve, her hand falling limply into her lap. Balthazar opened the patio doors and stepped out, closely followed by Dave and Veronica. Tegan smiled warmly at Dave, but didn't even spare Veronica a glance. Evie followed her example, much to Horvath's amusement.
The three Merlinians disappeared out onto the patio, shortly followed by a loud scraping sound and a thunk. There was a flash of sunlight on metal, and then they were gone.
Tegan closed her eyes, suddenly tired, and leaned her head over to rest on Horvath's shoulder. He smiled slightly and rested his head on top of hers. Evie made a noise of disgust and hopped off the couch, heading down the hall. A few seconds later, they heard the door slam.
"How do you think she'll take the news?" Horvath said, caressing the back of Tegan's hand with his thumb.
"Hmm?" she said, not moving or opening her eyes.
"That we're getting married, I mean."
Tegan stiffened slightly. She was silent for a long moment, then she slowly lifted her head and looked at him. The unsure look in her eyes wasn't particularly reassuring to him. He looked at her.
"Umm…" she said, biting the inside of her lip. He felt his stomach drop to his knees. He looked down.
"I understand," he said softly.
"You've changed your mind."
"No! I mean- I just-"
He looked at her again, eyebrow raised. She looked anxious, her eyes wide and brown drawn together. She took his hands in hers, shifting slightly to look at him better. She took a deep breath.
"I love you," she said, staring intently into his eyes. "And I want you in my life, in Evie's life. But… I don't want to rush into something that I'll end up regretting in a year. Let's take some time to get to know each other better, for Evie to know you better and get used to the idea, then we'll talk marriage. Is that alright?"
It then occurred to him that she was worried that he was going to reject her. He almost laughed, but decided that such a gesture could be taken in so many wrong ways that it wasn't even funny. He smiled at her, squeezing her hands slightly.
"That sounds perfect," he said. Relief flooded her face. She leaned forward and kissed him gently, her long eyelashes brushing his cheek. He deepened the kiss. She responded nicely.
After a few moments she pulled away, something akin to curiosity in her eyes.
"I have another question," she stated, sitting back and tilting her head to the side. He raised an eyebrow, wondering what on earth she could possibly want to ask him now.
"Go on then."
Her tongue darted out to moisten her lips, a movement that caught Horvath's attention immediately. He swallowed reflexively. Her question, however, was not nearly as exciting as he'd hoped.
"What about Morgana?"
He stared at her, surprised.
"What about her?"
"Well, didn't you just promise Balthazar that we wouldn't-"
"No, I promised that he'd never hear from us again, as in neither you, myself, or Evie will deliberately seek out either him or Veronica for whatever purposes. I never said anything Morgana. If he made any false assumptions on the subject, then the fault lies with him."
"So we're still going to resurrect her?" she asked, looking slightly disappointed. He smirked.
"I don't think a few more years in oblivion is going to matter to her all that much, do you?"
"I suppose not. Hmm… Now then, where were we?"
Evie was never the same when she walked out into the living room the next morning. Nor would she ever sit on the couch again.
Additional A/N: …Okay, disregard whatever I may have said about not making this a trilogy, because I'm sort of in the process of doing just that. I expect to have it finished sometime in the next few months, but no promises. It's slow going. The final installment of "The Other Apprentice Trilogy" (as I have decided to refer to it) will be titled 'Like Toy Soldiers.' See? I'm making progress. Don't wait up, I'll be around.