Mortimer Jace's Room
This room is... sparce to say the least. The bed is small and looks like something hard and angular has been laying on it. There are no personal effects, everything of Mortimer's can be caried in a plastic bag and he had lost that one day in Brooklin. It looked like a place where a person came to sleep and nothing more, though one book case stood in a corner as a slight glimmer of hope that he may get to be normal again.
The first visit of Amy
Mort opened the door carefully with a foot as he walked in, Amy in his arms. He layed her down carefully on the bed, hardly believing that she was human. "Now" he said, going over to a pile of cloth that seemed to keep respawning there "What do you want?"
Amy smiled and wrapped herself in his blankets. "How about a pair of jeans and a shirt?" She didn't want to ask too much of him, but figured he would improvise.
Mort looked around and let out a small laugh "Sleep if you want, Im sure that we're going to have to switch rooms soon because your bed will be too cold now." He grabbed the cloth and a needle and thread, thinking as he began to sew a certain pattern already.
Amy laid down and smiled, "Thank you so much..." she faded. She slowly drifted to sleep.
"Im so making her her favourite food... or ordering it"
Mort said, grinning widely as he looked up at her, took a guess and tried to put her chest measurements into the top he was making.
Joss burst into the room, dragging Morgan behind him "What happened? Is everyone allright?"
Mort grinned widely "It's Amy! She's human again! Dont look or one of us will kill you.." he said, knowing Amy was still almost naked. He kept sewing as fast as he could, making the top as quick as he could.
Amy sat up in his bed, She was wearing only a lab jacket and wrapped his his blankets. "We did it...."
"Woa...Amy?"
Morgan looked at her oddly.
Mort nodded and grinned wider "Yup! SHe's back to normal! Tomorrow we're going to see if we can cure cancer." He frowned slightly "Have they cured that yet?"
"Not that I know of."
Morgan answered. She looked at Joss, "Umm...can I have my arm back?"
Joss looked down and saw that he was still holding Morgan's hand. He let go. "So um, what happened?" He asked, noticing that Mort was misusing the crosstitch method.
Mort hummed to himself, stitching for speed now rather than sustainability "Well.... we sorta made a mixture and it turned her human again."
"I'm not sure of the long term effects yet."
Amy explained, "We combined a substantially strong, basic powder with a few other elements and a strand of my DNA."
Joss only understood about half of what she said. Home school didn't bother with things like explaining DNA structures. He was however growing increasingly irritated with Mort's awful sewing. "You know I have a spare shirt in my room." He offered "And i can actually sew."
"I make all my clothes"
Mort said firmly "I have to, Amy kept burning threw them." He looked down at the stitch work and sighed "Ok, maybe you should get a spare shirt. At least until my hands stop shaking."
"Thank you very much, Joss."
Amy smiled.
Morgan walked over and sat on the bedside, "It's gonna be kinda weird seeing you as a brunette since I was used to the pinkish purple."
Mort watched Amy, grinning widely. He kept running his fingers over and over on a leg bone. Shrugging he picked up the cloth again, he needed something to do. He began to unstitch the bad sewing he'd done and began again, this time it was perfect.
"Glad to know that nothing is wrong. You should be careful when you just scream things here."
Morgan stood and went over to Joss again.
"I guess well be going then."
Joss said as he noticed Morgan gettign up. "Are you sure you wouldn;t want any of my clothes?"
"Well...I'll just see how well Mortimer's clothes turn out. If they fall apart, I'll contact you. Thanks a lot guys."
Amy smiled.
"See you two later."
Morgan looked to Joss, "Come on you, let's get some food."
Mort grinned wider, though wandered why noone thought he was good at sewing. "HA!" he said, unrolling the shirt. Much easier when your hand isn't trying to go in seven different directions. He tossed the shirt over to the bed "Does that fit?"
Amy grabbed the shirt and stopped. With a raised brow, she looked at the others as if to say,
Turn the hell around.
Morgan noticed the look and chuckled a little. She poked a finger onto Joss's forehead and pushed him towards the door, "None you joo. Come on, let's leave them have their 'sexy time'." She turned as they left, "Bye guys." The two headed down to
The Main Dining Hall
Mort blushed brightly and considered chucking something at her but turned around instead, looking at the ceiling and letting Amy know that he wasn't looking.
When Morgan and Joss left, She pulled off the jacket and slipped into the shirt. "Ok, it's on. It fits pretty well. But could you tighten it around here?" she traced a finger around her abdomen, right below her breast line.
Mort looked back around and nodded "Would you like me to do it now or do you want to take it off first?" he said, laughing gently.
Amy lifted her arms a little as she sat in the bed. "Wouldn't this be easier?"
Mort blushed amazingly bright, he'd been kidding about that. Still, he walked over to her and knelt down beside her. He carefully tucked the place that she wanted tighter up and began to sew it up.
Amy smiled as he finished up, she kept her eyes on the sheets in her lap, "Thank you, Mortimer..."
Mort grinned and got up slowly, gently pressing his teeth against her cheek in what his version of a kiss was.
Amy blushed and smiled bashfully. She made sure that his blankets didn't move off of her lap, it was the only thing covering her lower half. Feeling his kiss on skin was very different from feeling it on acid. It was almost...more enjoyable.
Mort blushed brighter as he went over back to the seat and picked up his material and thread. "I'll have your trousers... uhh pants done in seconds. He thought for a second and went "Oh.." he looked down at the material "You're going to need underwear as well aren't you?"
Amy smiled with her teeth showing, "Is that a problem?" she laughed a little. "You didn't really make a bra either...but I think I could borrow one from Morgan or someone."
Mort blushed brighter "Should I make you a pair of underwear?" he finally asked.
Amy saw him blushing, "Umm...no...I could go without if your too bashful."
"No, it'll be ok"
Mort said, cutting some material free with a rib "Im just not really used to making it so if it's a bit off.." he began to sew in silence.
"Whatever you make will be fine."
Amy winked.
"Well Im not going to do any measurements so you're getting boxers im afraid"
Mort said defiantley as he kept sewing.
"No problem."
Amy smiled as she watched him. For some reason, she was a little more comfortable nude in front of Mortimer. This probably goes along with the fact that she was totally naked several times yesterday.
Mort hummed as he worked, his voice was an amazing thing. Since his vocal chords weren't there anymore and the sound was made by some unknown energy he was able to do any pitch, tempo or range. It sounded like he had a cd playing. Finally after a few minutes he tossed a pair of boxers for Amy to wear and started on the trousers.
She slipped the boxers under the sheets and slipped them on.
Amy couldn't help but eye up her beautiful body that had been restored.
Mort peeked at her as she slipped on the boxers, she was still under the sheets but even the smallest part of her body was amazing to him. He kept sewing her trousers, wondering what she looked like.
Amy laid back down as Mort sewed. She ended up falling asleep again.
Mort looked up and grinned widely, he'd never thought he'd end up with a girlfriend... Cutting the string free he layed the trousers on the bed infront of Amy and switched off the light, sitting in the dark on the other side of the room.
Twenty minuets or so passed when
Amy finally woke up. She sat up and stretched in the bed. Light from the window illuminated around her just enough for her to see the pants. She turned her body and dangled her feet on the ground. Placing the pants around her ankles, she stood and pulled them up. They fit perfectly. She figured Mort left to leave her sleep.
Mort switched on the light, grinning and leaning against the wall "Good to see you're up sleepy head. That bed must be comfy if you fall asleep so easily."
Amy smiled when she saw him, "Sorry....it's been a long day. Wait...were you waiting for me?"
"No I've been stalking you"
Mort said in a creepy voice, wriggling his fingers as he slowly approached Amy.
Amy rolled her eyes and smiled, "Pfft. Well now you have me all alone..." she said in a pretend scared voice, "What are you going to do to me now?"
Mort thought for a second then seemed to deflate "Nothing. Cant think of a thing."
"Uh huh....right."
Amy said in disbelief.
Mort took a couple of small steps forward and then suddenly pounced on Amy, knocking them both down onto the bed. He laughed and planted a kiss on her lips "Kidding.."
"Oof!"
Amy grunted when thrown back. She blinked wide-eyed for a moment after he kissed her. Amy just blinked, wide-eyed at him. There she was, lying helplessly below him.
Mort smiled widely and planted another kiss on her cheek "Must be nice to have skin."
Amy kept her helpless gaze on him as he towered above him. Her cheeks turned to a rosey pink, "Y-yea..."
Mort smiled gently and blushed "Are you thinking of something as well Amy?"
Her heart was pounding faster, "What do you mean?"
Amy asked.
Mort's smile was slightly weaker now, he was trying not to loose his nerve. He wasn't sure what his nerve was telling him to do but he didn't want to loose it "Are you thinking of something Amy? Somethings right now?"
"Everyone is thinking of something all the t-time."
Amy said nervously.
Mort squirmed slightly, getting more nervous "What are you thinking about right now?"
"I-...I'm-....
" Amy hesitated. "Your...making me nervous."
Mort sighed and rolled over onto the bed beside her "Im sorry" he said "I didn't mean to scare you."
Amy was frozen in the same position, still staring up at where Mort was leaning over her. Her chest was rising and falling as she breathed quickly.
Mort looked over at her and shivered slightly "Im sorry" he said again, staring at her "I... you..." he fell silent, starin up at the ceiling as well.
Amy's cheeks were still blushing, but started to fade. "What were you doing....just now?"
Mort blushed brighter "I.. I was trying to be normal" he said softly "I was trying to be a boyfriend."
"You don't have to try." Amy told him, "You ARE normal and you ARE my boyfriend. This isn't some test. I like you for who you are, not who you try to be. Otherwise I would be with someone completely different..."
"But did you enjoy it?" Mort asked, twiddling his fingers nervously "Did you enjoy me acting like that?"
"It was quite the rush..." Amy said after she turned and looked up to him.
Mort looked right back, blushing brightly "I really don't know what took over me when I did that."
Amy sat up silently and turned to him. Her eyes were open and her eyes looked delicate and pure. With one motion, she brought her hand up to his cheek bone and ran it across the side of his jaw. She leaned in as she did this and kissed him fully.
Mort stared up at Amy as she kissed him, his eyes so wide that she could feel a slight heat coming from them. He couldn't respond, he could move his lips or even.. use his tongue.
Amy kept her lips on him and wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders. She really wished that he had flesh. Just to feel him kiss back was all she wanted right now.
Mort responded as best he could, moving his teeth as best he could to try and kiss her back. Still, he was showing that he enjoyed this and he wanted to pay her back for kissing him.
Amy enjoyed the fact that he was trying the best that he was able too. But she wanted more. Without hesitation, she slipped her tongue between his teeth. Unfortunately his mouth was bare and empty. She tried to make the most of it and licked behind his teeth and on the roof of his mouth. Just then, her eyes widened to what she was doing. Amy instantly pulled back and turned away, "I'm so sorry...I didn't mean-...I-"
Too late though, the moment Amy had pulled away Mort's eyes had winked out. He just lay there, as still as if he was really dead. He couldn't believe a girl had kissed him.. like that. What marred his wonder though was the fact that he couldn't kiss her back like that. He wanted flesh. He wanted it now.
Amy grabbed her cheeks that were bright red. She went off the bed and stepped back, "I-I'm so sorry..."
Mort got up, his eyes still out, grinning wide. "It's ok" he said, his voice soft and almost a whisper "I.. I loved it."
Amy shook her head and backed up to the door, "I-I should go."
Mort rubbed his forearm "I-if you want to.." he said, wishing she wouldn't. His eyes flickered back into their sockets "But I really enjoyed it."
"I should have though. It was just a reminder that you-...you can't....umm..." Amy grit her teeth a little and got watery-eyed.
Mort sighed, this thought had been in the back of his skull all day "Amy.. now you're human" he said very carefully, as if every word was a tactical nuke.
Amy took a step closer, "What do you mean by that?"
Mort shoved his face into the bed, trying to force himself to say it "I was just... maybe you'd be happier if..."
Amy felt comfortable and sat on the bed, "If-?"
Mort sighed "Maybe you'd be happier... if you went out with someone who had skin" the last bit he said in a rush, forcing it out because it caused him so much pain to say it.
Amy looked down, "It crossed my mind too." She looked back at him and laid down with her head between his legs. Her rested in what would've been his lap. Her eyes starred up at him, "I like you too much." The word 'love' crossed her mind when she said this. But no, she didn't want to say it yet...not until she was sure that he was the one.
Mort shivered slightly and sighed, stroking her head slowly "Just.. please dont think you've got to stay around for me if you fancy someone else."
"I'm perfectly happy where I am now..." Amy snuggled up to his pelvis more.
"Hang on" Mort said, grabbing a pillow from the head of the bed and picking up Amy's head as well. He punched the pillow into his pelvis before resting Amy's head back down "There."
"Thank you." Amy rested down between his leg bones. She tapped her nail on his femur, it let out a 'clank' sound. "You know what we have to work on next right?"
"Cancer?" Mort said cheekily "no wait, superbugs. Foot and mouth, that seems to explode into cattle every five years. Or maybe something more challenging? El dorado? Find more dead sea scrolls? The Times crossword?"
"Your nerves." Amy said while shaking her head.
Mort poked her gently "That's going to bit a little more complex I think."
Amy nodded, "It will be a long process. I mean, my mutation just occurred recently and was from a lab explosion. Your body just sort of mutated itself."
Mort settled down on the bed and sighed "Ah well. I mean i'd still have the mutation but I'd just have nerves so I'd be able to feel as well so it wouldn't actually have to move my mutation around... just maybe link stuff up."
"Do you want to feel?" Amy asked. "We could get you robotic nerves too. Ones you can turn on and off..."
"I'd love to feel" Mort said, smiling softly "But I wonder what it would be likie to suddenly feel again. I mean, will I be flinching if someone taps me for the first few weeks? Will I stop falling to pieces because the nerves are holding me together?"
Amy shook her head, "No, the nerves wouldn't make you stick together...as far as I know at least. And yea,...you'll probably be VERY sensitive at first. The feel of simple air might be too much."
"robotic nerves might be best then, but a sensativity control onto them." Mort said, thinking hard "But... raw nerves. I mean, I look scary enough as it is. What will I look like when I have nerves all over me?"
"You wouldn't see them, silly. The things are REALLY small. Plus they are dark like you." amy explained.
"I didn't really want to walk around looking like a small tree branch anyway" Mort said, streaching out on the bed. "You sleepy?" he said, looking down at Amy who was still laying with her head on his pillowed pelvis.
"I'm fine, just relaxing. Are you tired?" Amy asked, making eye contact.
"Oh no, Im fine" Mort said, grinning at her and gazing into her eyes.
"Well...what do you want to do now?" Amy asked.
"Well, Im naked with my girlfreind with her head on my lap" Mort said, smiling at her cheekily "What do you want to do?"
Amy held a finger up, "For one, no." she held up a second, "For two, it's impossible."
Mort sighed "I know, but it's fun to imagine I could" he said, laying back again "Are you hungry? Im sure you want something to eat."
Amy sat up quickly, "Wait a second...what would you want to do exactly?"
Mort froze "Ummm... wh-what do you mean?" he stuttered, his teeth chattering.
Amy got to her knees between his legs. She pointed a finger on his nasal bone. "Just before, what were you wanting to do to me."
Mort meeped "Nothing" he said quickly "It was nothing. I was kidding. You're not getting me to say."
"Say it." Amy hissed.
Mort suddenly pulled off his head and tossed it at the window. It bounced off the glass and he groaned, it was Amy's window that was open.
"I would slap you, but it would be pointless." Amy rolled her eyes.
Mort whimpered "Why slap me?" he whispered "I didn't say anything.."
"Then why did you throw yourself. Hiding something?" Amy leaned over the bedside and grabbed his head.
"I... was thinking something" mort acmitted, twidling his thumbs "But I'd never say it."
"Then show me." Amy said, testing him.
"Cant, that's the point. You said yourself, it's impossible." Mort muttered, staring at the floor "Can we not talk about this? It's kinda depressing thing."
"SO YOU WERE?!" Amy jumped back on the bed. She had a hunch, but now that he admitted it, she was dumbfounded. "You perv!"
"Hey, I saw you naked and I havent had skin in years. Yes, it's sort of built up." Mort sighed "Can you put my head on my neck please?"
"Ok...I guess I shouldn't be mad for your honestly." Amy grabbed his skull and snapped it back on.
Mort shifted uncomfortably, he wished she'd never started this conversation "So do you want to go get something to eat?"
"But we can't-" Amy gasped, "I CAN EAT!"
Mort chuckled "I envy you.. alot. Just dont go mad" He got up, the pillow falling from his lap "Comeon, let's go get you the sweetest thing they serve here."
Amy jumped up onto his back for him to carry here.
mort looked around for Amy and didn't see her. He couldn't feel her hanging onto his back so looked at the door. He opened it and ran down the hall, yelling "WAIT UP AMY!"
"Right here, Mortimer." Amy smiled and whispered in her ear.
Mort yelped and jumped, his skull turning right around as he kept walking "What are you doing back there?"
"Hitchin' a ride." Amy smiled.
mort grinned and began to hum 'Hitching a ride' by Green Day as he walked off again, his humming was just as good as before.
Mort dashed back in, carrying Amy. He grabbed hold of her clothes with a foot, pulled them onto the floor and stood her on them.
Amy slipped the suit on as fast as she could. "Phew...that's better. Ok! Back to the group!" She jumped in his arms.
mort rolled his eyes, hugged her tight, and then dashed as fast as he could downstairs again.
After a long while, Mort came back into the room with Amy in his arms. He set her down on the floor gently and took a deep fake breath.
"Well that was fun-...not really." Amy noted, scratching her head.
mort shrugged "We got to travel in time. Dont get to do that everyday."
"I guess." Amy shuffled her feet a little and clasped her hands together behind her back. She paced a little and stopped at his window, gazing out through it.
Mort went up behind her and wrapped his arms around her slowly "WE need to get that formula to last longer dont we? TO make you human again."
"Yea, I guess...it's not really a big deal to be anymore though." Amy admitted, looking down at her gloved hands.
mort took her hand and gaveit a small squeeze "If you want to go back to normal you should try... There's a chance."
"I don't really care anymore. I did melt that robot after all. Didn't get any thanks or 'good jobs' though."
"I think you did a good job" Mort said, hugging her close "But wouldn't you like to hug other people? Or atleast shake their hands."
"I can't stand most...I'm fine being a threat." Amy said coldly.
Mort sighed and kissed her cheek softly with his skeletal teeth "Im sorry."
Amy didn't react. For some reason, she was just so angry at the world and people around her.
Mort could tell, and he hoped he wasn't in her line of fire. He carefully detatched his skull and held it out infront of her. "Want to hit me against a wall? I dont mind and it's stress relieving."
"No thanks, I like keeping it pent up. Will make it more relieving when I let it out on something meaningful." Amy explained, grabbing his head and popping it back on his spine.
"That's silly and you know it" Mort said, poking her soft back "It just means you'll get all pent up and blow up in someone's face for no reason."
"Just drop it ok? I'm fine." Amy warned.
Mort bit his overbite hard, so hard that his teeth made grinding noises. Finally he sighed, better for her to explode at him than anyone else. He poked her lightly again "Go on. Yell. You know you want to."
"Stop ok?" Amy asked honestly.
Mort sighed and hugged her from behind "Im sorry. I just dont like to see you like this.... I care about you too much." He avoided the word love, knowing that it scared her slightly.
"I appreciate that very much. I'm just having one of those off days you know?" Amy explained.
"I once got so bored I made myself have one of those days for two weeks in a row" Mort said, rubbing his head slowly.
Without warning, Amy leaned in and pecked him on his cheek bone. "Thanks."
Fire, falls and giant killer robots from the future couldn't hurt him, but as Amy kissed Mort's cheek his eyes went wide. He froze in place, only Amy could tell that a blush was covering him as his skull toppled backwards off his spine.
Amy giggled to herself, "You like I see..."
"Woo... fun" Mort said happily as he fell backwards onto the bed and get his skull reattached to his spine "Mmmmmmmm happy."
Amy sat down next to him. Their relationship was an odd one. At times she wanted to snap him in two, but others she wanted to do...things.
Mort had been alone and scared for so long that the... things had dissapeared from his mind for years before he had seen Amy naked. He reached round and held her hand gently "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, you know that Amy?"
"Thanks. You don't have to get all mushy on me though." Amy smiled.
"Awwwwww, I like going mushy." Mort said softly, relaxing softly and his bones clicking into place "It relaxs me...."
Amy spun and sat on his bedside. "This school is never a bore, is it?"
"Nope, action all the way." Mort sighed "And I'd rather just sit here forever with you really..."
"Damn it Mort- knock it off." Amy shouted and turned away from him. She really didn't like all this mushy stuff right away. I mean, they didn't know one another for very long.
Mort flinched and his hand shook gently "S-s-sorry..." he mumbled "I just meant I'd rather be really relaxed than running around putting people in danger..."
"Ahh...right, right." Amy rolled her eyes a litlte.
Mort blushed and curled up, facing away from Amy slightly "Sorry..."
Amy stood up, "It's fine, should we go do something?"
"I dont mind..." Mort said, bending himself in two so he could look at Amy from between his legs "What do you fancy doing."
"Something...anything really." Amy explained, she was so pumped with energy from before, she didn't feel complete.
"How about a walk." Mort asked, then looked at her "Or a run by the look of you."
"That'll do." Amy said grabbing his bony hand.
Mort's hand came off in her hand. Mort rolled his eyes and got up, reattaching his wrist to his hand "Want to go out the door or jump out the window?"
"You will scatter and I will splash...I would prefer walking." Amy mused.
"The door it is then!" Mort said, pointing victoriously at the door. He began to walk quickly, acting as if he was charging at the door.
Amy followed his lead.
Stumble!