Like many in and around Fandom, someone was waking in this hotel room. Someone with prematurely grey hair, in fact, who happened to be draped liberally in someone else with unfairly non-grey hair.

Someone who had been sleeping quite fitfully tonight on these fancy modern sheets, thank you very much, until someone else's phone had started ringing ( Read more... )

It had taken a while for Arthur's blood pressure to go down after that whole ... affair ... with the Witchfinder earlier this month. However, much to the knights' relief, the tension had worn off eventually, though not until after each and every one of them had gained a whole new world of new bruises ( Read more... )

The whole mess was over and done with, and now Arthur had even managed to sweep the last scraps of trouble under the rug. It had been trying, and it had been bloody dangerous, and how could he have been so stupid to begin with ( Read more... )

It had not been a good night for poor old Gaius. While Merlin had been released in the wake of his arrest, Gaius himself had been cast into a cold cell. Occasionally, Aredian would visit, and the visits were less pleasant every time. Sometimes because of actions, though those weren't the worst ( Read more... )

Things had been going from bad to worse, and they were just degenerating by the second. First, Aredian had paraded in three more 'witnesses' who had all seen 'horrible visions of magic' around town. Arthur's father had been appropriately moved, and had of course promised to do whatever Aredian wished ( Read more... )

( Can you say 'fuck fuck fuck' ten times fast? )

It had been less than a few hours in Fandom, yes, but in Camelot over a day and a half had passed since Arthur's guests had arrived.

A day and a half. It was some kind of ( 'Cause trouble' record, and Arthur might have found that amusing if he wasn't absolutely petrified right now. )

So apparently Karla 'wasn't feeling too well' and 'needed some time away from it all' and whatever other rubbish Merlin had been spouting. Arthur still thought this was the worst bloody idea since that time he shot that unicorn. No good would come of it.

In the end, Merlin had insisted, and in the end, Arthur had very grudgingly capitulated, but ( Read more... )

With August now behind them, Camelot was starting to cool. It was not yet so cold that it took effort for Arthur to bluff his way out of the castle, but given a few more weeks, it might well get to that point ( Read more... )

It was time to send the girls back home. They would have earlier, actually, but there'd been something strange in the air - according to Merlin, and sadly Arthur's experience in the magical arena was rather lacking, beyond the bit where wizards kept trying to kill him - and, well ( Read more... )