Scott stared at the bloody scene blinking.
"No..." he whispered, looking at his hands. "No..."
"I want to be just like you..." he smiled up at his mother.
"I...why? Why did-how did this happen?" He whispered.
He made a noise in the back of his throat, before erupting into laughter.
"I...I need Ana. I need Ana," he laughed, his eyes misting, as he fumbled for his phone.
"Ana," he quivered. "Ana pick up."
"Scott? Is everything alright?"
He hung his head back sighing in relief. "Ana...Morgana. I'm so glad you answered."
Ana frowned. "Is everything alright, Scott?"
"Ana...I needed to hear your voice. I need you tell to me, that I'm a good person. I need you to...I don't need anyone else I just need you. You're my family now, right? You and me forever?"
Ana stood, swallowed. "Scott...listen whatever happened...I'm here. Just tell me what happened."
"I just made a little mista-" he inhaled pausing, staring at the bloody corpse. His tears dried, a calm settling on him. "A little miscalculation. A little miscalculation is all and I just needed to hear you."
He inhaled. "I just needed your assurance. You're my person. I just needed you. I'm fine. Thanks for picking up."
A chill ran down Morgana's spine. "Scott. What did you do?"
"Nothing. Nothing. I briefly entertained the thought of quitting surgery. But..." he chuckled. "That was a...that was...a miscalculation. I am a surgeon. I have to be."
Ana swallowed. "I should come home where-
Scott smiled. "This is terrible to do over the phone," he pushed his hands through his hair. "But Ana...we should get married. Marry me."
"I-"
"Don't tell me now," he interrupted his eyes glued to his victim. "Don't tell me now, but the answer can't be no. So when you get home, I'll have a nice dinner planned okay?"
Ana frowned. "O...Kay."
"Good. Good. You have a good day at work, Morgana."
He hung up, huffing. He laughed, running his fingers through his hair.
"Holy shit. Holy shit." He swallowed. It was impulsive.
It was spur of the moment. He just snapped. He snapped. And now...someone was dead. Because he snapped.
So the first order of business was to trap Ana. That was the first thing. The next was to keep Annika. And then...
Then he could he work on fixing this. Being better. Being good.
Not following impulses.
He started at the body, cocking his head. "Feel something," he whispered.
He pinched his arm. "Feel something. This is a person. You killed a person. Feel something, damn it."
He laughed. Ana would feel something. Ana. Morgana would feel...guilty. Sad...hm...mad? No...maybe?
He closed his eyes. "What would Ana do? What would she say she would...apologize. She would say I'm sorry. Then she'd say, she's going to hell. And then she'd probably try to kill herself."
Should he kill himself?
No. No he didn't want to die. He didn't want to die. So...apologize.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I'm sorry. This was...wrong of me."
He swallowed. "So sorry. I know it doesn't mean anything. But sorry. And...uh...I'm...going to...hell?"
He frowned. "If that helps?"
• • •
Scott walked in the house, where Ana stood anxiously. He smiled, grabbing her gently, pulling her into his arms.
He dipped her down, kissing her deeply. He pulled back.
"What is my answer?"
She looked away, blinking.
He smirked, sliding a ring on her finger, squeezing her face gently.
"It's yes," he stated.
"Scott...did you get taller?" She whispered.
He shook his head. "No."
"You seem...larger. Is everything okay?"
He smiled. "Never better, Morgana."
She shivered. "Scott-"
He kissed her again. "Let's get married. As soon as possible. Get the papers for Annika. Let's be a real family, Morgana."
Morgana closed her eyes. "Oh Scott...where is Annika?"
"She's in her room." He looked over her. She was so gorgeous. She was perfect.
"I only need you, Ana. Just you. I don't need anyone other than you," he whispered, kissing her head. "You should get off the drugs. And I need to be better: we should be better, Ana."
She pushed back, looking over him carefully, her eyes taking in every detail.
He stood still and silent for her inspection. He knew she wouldn't find anything.
He smiled slightly. She frowned, having done her inspection, she lifted his hands, looking at his fingernails.
"What brought this about?" She said quietly.
He smirked, pleased at himself that he knew to clean under them.
He was clean as a whistle.
"Thoughts about my childhood," he said simply. "I keep remembering things."
She glanced up. "Is that so?"
He nodded. "I'm realizing I never had a real family. I've never been anything more than spare parts. I love you, Ana. You and Annika. I want to have a real family."
She peered into his eyes. Something rolled around in his gut. An unfamiliar feeling. He wasn't being good. He wasn't being a good person.
He looked away. She narrowed her eyes.
"And what else did you do?"
He pulled away. "Nothing. You as much as anyone knows no one loves you like I love you."
She cupped his face. "You're right. But you need to slow down. You basically just ordered me to marry you. That's not acceptable."
He frowned. "I just want to marry you. What should I do?"
Morgana chuckled. "Slow down, Scott. It's been a year. It's too soon. The first thing to do, is let some time pass. The next is to actually ask."
Scott smiled. "Okay. I will. I'll wait."
She raised her brow. "I know you will. Bold of you to assume you had a choice."
He chuckled, pulling her into his arms again. "But for my peace of mind, can we be engaged then?"
Morgana sighed. "Maybe we should consult your doctor first. Let's talk to Will-"
He smiled. "Okay. Let's talk to Will."
