Megs woke up in the centre of a cuddle pile. They'd ended up eating the full share of their desserts over the span of the night. Megs had been careful not to get themselves into a food coma because they needed to be at their physical peak. But... the others had enjoyed themselves, as they should. Megs gently unwrapped Lex's arms from around them. When she made a faint grumble, Megs gave her hand a squeeze. Then, they moved down to the lab. It was only them and Harriet awake. Megs sighed, quickly taking a seat at the bench in their little corner of the lab and pulling out their scientific calculator. They started inputting some numbers in. They sighed, before inputting their weight into the equation. Harriet looked over at them, frowning.
"Stressed about today?" Harriet guessed.
"Yeah..." Megs lied. Well... it was a half-truth. They were stressed about what would happen, but that wasn't why they'd sighed.
"You sounded funny when you said that." Harriet blinked. "That tells me that you may not have told me the entire truth."
"Harry, I..." Megs sighed. "Listen... you may not understand this because let's be real, you've got the body of a god, but... some of us really struggle with... weight. The way it makes us look, the stigma that comes behind it. And it's not for lack of trying that we wind up like this, it's just..."
"Sometimes it's genetic. Or it could revolve around a health condition." Harriet nodded. "I completely understand. But it doesn't explain why you sighed."
"I forgot how direct I have to be with you." Megs chuckled softly. "I'm one of those people."
"Oh." Harriet winced. "I gather you've come to the weight portion of your calculations?"
"That's why I sighed." Megs nodded. "I don't like having to be reminded of it."
"You don't appear to be too overweight." Harriet examined Megs. "I'd say you're probably within the average for someone of your age."
"That's kind of you to say, Harriet." Megs smiled softly. "Maybe in America..."
"That is true. Canadians on average weigh less." Harriet hummed. "I don't know how else to comfort you."
"Thank you for trying, Harriet." Megs chuckled. "Really. I appreciate it."
"You're welcome." Harriet smirked softly.
"What are you doing up so early?" Megs asked.
"I couldn't sleep anymore." Harriet admitted. "I was thinking too much about... this. Today."
"It'll be a monumental one." Megs admitted. "How are you feeling? A lot of this plan rides on you."
"It's incredibly stressful, but with your assistance, I believe the last time I calculated we have a 95.7% chance of success." Harriet shrugged. "How are you feeling?"
"Nervous." Megs admitted, writing down the solution to their calculations so that they knew exactly how much blue shit to ingest.
"I have some things for you." Harriet hummed, walking over to a shelf. She pulled off an outfit. "I made the jacket look like leather so you're still, as one might put it, on-brand. It's armoured clothing. It should keep you safe from attackers."
"Thank you." Megs grinned, taking the outfit. It was all plain black. It was what looked like black jeans, a black long-sleeved shirt, and what looked like a black leather jacket. "So this is like one big bulletproof vest?"
"Bulletproof and, apparently more relevantly, withstanding to the strength of man." Harriet nodded, before shuddering. "I can't imagine what it would be like to have your insides pulled out."
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Stuck in Heaven
FanficIt's a rewrite! Because the other one was written... a long time ago. I have grown. Canon has grown. Megs McDonald wanted one thing for their birthday, and it was to go to Hatchetfield. Something that should never have been possible. But the imposs...
