A few of my readers have already seen this, it was a 'gift' of sorts to those that actively review Morgan's story, but it's been quite a while since this scene and its kinda cute so I thought I'd put it up for others- I have quite a few reviewers who don't have profiles so unfortunately they weren't able to get it the first time around. This is a deleted scene from Chapter 36 where Morgan, Claire and Sam are in the shooting range- all fluff ;)
Sam pushed the heavy metal door of the gun range open and flipped on the lights, the dim bulbs surrounding the cinderblock room hummed to life. Claire followed him across the room to the cabinet and took a pistol he offered before Sam removed his own from the waistband of his jeans. Morgan looked at one of the metal chairs by the table and decided she'd rather stand.
"So, what'd we got?" Claire asked as Sam dug through a large box in the bottom of the cabinet.
"Clay pigeons," he shrugged, standing up with a stack of beige discs in one large hand.
"Who's first?" Morgan floated the discs from Sam's hand, he snatched at them before realizing they hadn't fallen and shook his head at his sister with a small scowl, "Sorry."
"Well hold on," Sam shook his head, "Those things shatter, no body's losin' an eye, we gotta have somethin' else."
"There's a slew'a empty beer bottles," Claire smirked.
"Shattered glass spraying everywhere somehow seems worse," Sam scoffed lightly.
"How 'bout this?" Morgan stepped forward to the low counter and spread her arms wide, "Scuto suscípiet!"
A glaze of purple mist extended from her fingers to the walls they were facing, quickly forming a transparent barrier, meeting to the middle where the young witch stood.
"Cool," Sam nodded, "what is it?"
"Basic protection shield," Morgan stuck her hand through the light purple haze, "Check it out," her hand easily moved through towards the targets, but she had to pull hard to get it back through, "it's basically a one-way wall."
Sam stuck his hand through the wall and she saw his eyes widen as he strained to get it back, "Wow, yeah, uh, that'll work."
"Did I mention how happy it makes me that y'r'a witch again?" Claire smiled at her friend.
"Makes two of us," Morgan giggled.
"Three," Sam shrugged when they both looked at him with disbelief, "Hey, y'know I love y'know matter what'cha are, but magic doesn't hurt."
Morgan couldn't help wrapping her arms around Sam's middle, "Thank you f'r'sayin' that."
"It's true," he patted her back as they let go, "A'right, are we gonna shoot some crap 'r what?"
Claire shoved the magazine into the gun she was holding with a solid click and Morgan coaxed the first clay pigeon from the top of the stack with a finger, giving both a sneaky smile as they got into position and sent the disc flying through the purple haze and across the target area. Two shots fired in rapid succession and the clay circle exploded a few feet in front of Sam, but none of the shrapnel passed the violet shield.
"Ready?" Morgan asked.
"Pull!" Claire yelled and the second disc didn't have a chance to make it in front of Sam.
Short, hopefully sweet ;) More coming soon in Legends Never Die! And if you're a Marvel fan please check out my Guardian's of the Galaxy story Grownin' Up Guardian