Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ A Web of Worlds ❯ A Web of Worlds:3 ( Chapter 3 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

I whirled around, coming face to face with the woman from the theatre. Well, to be more precise, I came face to breasts with her. I took a step back, clearing my throat uncomfortably.
"Please. This way." she said cooly, walking towards the back of her house.
'How did she get behind us?' Quatre mouthed to me.
I shrugged. I honestly had no idea.
The three of us followed her lead, picking up Maxwell and Yuy somewhere along the line. She led us all to a sun room in the back. It had large windows on three of the walls and on the roof as well. The sun shone cheerily into the room, giving everying in it a warm glow. Flowers hung from the ceiling and sat in pots on the floor. This woman looked very out of place in her own home.
The woman sat down on one of six wicker chairs placed around a round table in the center of the room. She motioned for us to do the same. Quatre and Duo immediately accepted her offer, Trowa following a little more reluctantly. Heero and I opted to stand.
She started off the conversation very politely.
"My book. Where is it?" she demanded.
Quatre pulled it out of his jacket pocket and handed it to her. She snatched it out of his grasp and looked it over, as if expecting something to be missing, or damaged in some way.
After a few minutes of careful inspection, she seemed satisfied that we hadn't broken her book and threw it over her shoulder. It vanished with a soundless pop.
I really wish I had chosen to sit down right then. As it is, Maxwell had managed to somehow fall out of his chair in shock, though I believe it was just for effect.
"How... how did you..?" Quatre managed to stammer.
The woman smirked condecendingly.
"Magic." she said simply.
"Magic? As in, spells and sorcery and all that other Dungeons and Dragons stuff?" Duo said disbelievingly, pulling himself back into his chair.
"That's correct."
Heero snorted, unbelieving. "You honestly expect us to believe that?" He pulled his gun out from who knows where and aimed it at her head. "Who the hell do you think you are?"
"Some call me Morgan." she replied calmly, as though she didn't have a gun pointed at her forehead.
"As in.... Morgan LaFey?" Duo ventured.
Morgan cast a blistering glare in Duo's direction.
"Morgan LaFey?" Quatre asked.
"Yeah. You know. In that book." Duo explained, "King Arthur?"
"Book?" I snorted, "Maxwell reads books?"
Now it was Duo's turn to glare.
"For your information, buddy, I happen to be a very well-read individual!" he replied haughtily.
I raised an eyebrow in his direction and made no further comment.
"Gentlemen! Your attention!" Morgan snapped. She looked a little pissed that we weren't paying attention to her.
Good.
"As I was saying before, some call me Morgan, but I have had many different names over the ages."
"Over the ages?" I retorted, "You make it sound as though you're a hundered years old."
"I'm much older than that." she said ominously.
"That's not possible." Heero stated matter-of-factly.
"Oh, I assure you, it most certainly is." she snarled, "Have you ever thought about the consequences of your actions? I mean, REALLY thought about it?"
None of us spoke for awhile, trying to see what she was getting at. Finally Quatre said, "Of course we consider the consequences of our actions. The things we do every day could affect millions of lives, on both the Earth and the colonies."
"I'm not talking about things like that!" she snapped. I noticed she loses her temper rather quickly. "What I mean is, everything you do, everything you say, affects the way something happens, correct?"
I hated being spoken to like I was a child, but I nodded my head anyways. I don't think pissing her off anymore was going to get me out of here any time soon. Besides, I was interested to see where this psychotic woman was taking this.
"Well," she began again. She had this child-like glee in her eyes now, looking for all the world like a kindergarten teacher reading her class a favorite childhood story. "Well, have you ever wondered what would happen if you were to alter that decision? If you were to choose something else?"
Duo blinked. "You mean, if I were presented with a choice. Say, sit here and listen to you, or shoot you in the head and make a break for it, and I chose option B, which is something I wouldn't normally do? That would be choosing 'something else'?"
"Precisely." She sounded impressed with Duo's interpretation, if not his selection of choices. "Now, what do you think would happen if you DID choose option B instead of your routine option A?"
"Well, I'd probably be in alot of shit." Duo reasoned.
"You're right. You would be." she said in a low voice, "And what do you suppose would happen from there?"
"Well, my friends would think I'm unstable, probably wouldn't trust me as much. That might jepordize future dealings I have with them, I guess." he said slowly.
"You're on the right track. You can count your blessings you didn't do that then, hmm?" she asked.
Duo looked wary. "I guess."
"But....." she paused, for dramatic effect I'm guessing, "...what if, somewhere, you did follow that route?"
"Huh?" Duo mumbled intelligently.
"You mean parallel universes." Trowa stated softly. He had been sitting in his chair quietly, absorbing information the whole time.
"Exactly!" she crowed, "For every indecision you come across, a part of yourself splits, each one taking a different path. Each choosing a different variable. A whole new world of posibilities is created."
"See?" Duo said, patting me on the shoulder, "You were cool once. It's just that all the cool parts left!"
I snarled at him and swatted his hand off of me. "She didn't mean a part of you literally leaves, idiot."
Trowa ignored us and pressed on. "So, you're saying there are infinite versions of ourselves out there. Each in thier own version of our world?"
"Yes. That's excatly what I'm getting at." she said, sounding kind of relieved that at least some of us seemed to get it.
"And you're from one of those worlds?" I asked, leaning on the back of Duo's chair.
"Sort of. All the worlds of each type are interconnected, in a sort of web. A web of worlds, you could say. Each web has a center, that all the other strands break off of." she began to explain.
"Wait," Quatre interrupted her, "You said 'of each type'. What do you mean by that?"
"Well, the ones with the most common characteristics. Common Mains or..."
"'Mains'?" Duo asked.
"Main people. Most influential or important to the path. You five are this worlds Mains." she told us, before continuing her previous explaination, " Anyhow, each web has a center. Each of those centers and it's web are protected by a different plane. That's where I'm from. I'm watching your world, stopping you five from deterring from your path and keeping people from other worlds from interfering with it."
"So," Duo whispered, "You're like God?"
"I wouldn't say that. I'm not the only one who does this. I'm more of a coordinater. I run a group of people who actually works on the missions. We're in charge of a few worlds. Then there are other coordinaters with other groups. They run a different set of groups. Understand?"
We all nodded slowly. This was alot to take in all in one sitting.
"What you have yet to explain is why you're here." Heero stated.
"Hmmm, yes. That." she was starting to sound annoyed again and part of me really wished Heero hadn't said anything, though I was curious as well. "Well, you may have noticed alot of 'miracles' around here lately. People getting into serious accidents and living, people recovering from long illnesses, that sort of thing." They all started to nod again, and I rememebred the news broadcast I'd heard then night I ran into Trowa and Quatre.
"Well, those miracles have happened for a reason." she looked scornful, suddenly, "Some idiot in another world was screwing around with magic and made everyone in this world immortal."
I paused at that. This was definately an unexpected turn of events. Apparently, everyone else agreed with me. They broke out into quiet murmerings and loud bursts of "no way"s and "how could that happen"s.
"Obvisously, this is a problem," Morgan said dryly, "There's nothing we can do about it now except explain it all to the people of this world. I wanted to talk to you five especially, though. I have an offer for you."
"We're listening." Trowa said cautiously.
"My group of world guards are retiring in a week. I need a new group. You five posess excellent problem solving skills, you work well together and each of you have talents that would be helpful in this occupation. Your magical abilities, though dormant, are powerful and could easily be awakened. You're already immortal, so...."
"You want us to work for you?" Duo sounded incredulous.
"I don't need your decision right away. I'll give you three days to think it over. So, tell me. Will you think about it or have I just completely wasted my time?" she said finally.
We all looked at eachother. The way I figured, we could think about it and still say no in three days time. It's better to give the idea a chance. Everyone else seemed to concur.
"We'll think about it." I said, speaking for the group.
In a flash, we appeared back in the limo, parked outside Quatre's house.