Where Angels Fear To Tread 1/4; Merlin
Title: Where Angels Fear To Tread [1/4]
Author: mydoctortennant
Pairing/s: Arthur/Gwen
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Merlin, unfortunately, doesn’t belong to me… maybe one day!
Dedication: noodlesishere for her prompt ‘relief’ and want of a kiss.
Summary: What would have happened in 2x04 had Lancelot not miraculously been in Hengist’s place.
Notes: This comes to you un-beta'd so if there are spelling mistakes or whatnot they are all my own, and if you want to point things out to me, go ahead XD Title from Bryan Adams song of the same name. This is a prologue-y bit.
my merlin prompt table
Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV
“Morgana!” finally she shut up, “Perhaps if you would stop shouting at me for one second you would notice that I am packing,” Arthur pointedly shoved something into his bag, Morgana looked guiltily at the floor.
“You’re going after Gwen?”
“Of course I’m going after her, what do you take me for? I couldn’t disagree with Father in public,” he looked at her, with a look that said a thousand words. She was more than his father’s ward to her, she was a sister to him, albeit a rather good looking sister, but one all the same. He put his saddle sack over his shoulder and made a move to leave.
“Arthur?” he turned back to look at her, a cut grazing her brow, “Bring her home.”
-
Gwen sat in her cell. Hengist had forced her through two hours of sword play. Not something she found all that enjoyable at the best of times, and especially not when she was being held against her will. There wasn’t anything impressive about two men having a spat, even professionally.
“Morgana,” Gwen shuddered at the sound of his voice, “You will join me for dinner,” there was no point in denying him of this. If she did, he would only kill her sooner. She wanted to hold out hope that somebody, somewhere would save her. A pathetic wish, but something inside of her pleaded for Arthur to come blundering in, in his princely manner, and save her.
Not that it would happen, he had told her himself that his father would never understand, that nothing would ever happen between them.
-
“Why can’t you just admit you’re feelings for Gwen?” After nearly two days of being forced into no sleep and riding a horse non-stop Merlin had finally twigged on a reason. It wasn’t all that absurd, since the jousting tournament he had noticed a change in Arthur, a small one, but it was there, and Gwen was even more unable to articulate her views of him than before.
The look, the embarrassed look at flushed Arthur’s face told him all her needed to know. He was right. Merlin smiled to himself, “It’s so obvious, a blind man could see it! Is it really that hard to admit you like her? Just say it.”
“I can’t!” Merlin hadn’t been expecting that reply, Arthur to tell him was an idiot and to shut up maybe, but the hurt tone of his master’s voice, the upset look at graced his face, “How can I admit that I think about her all the time; or that I care about her, more than anyone. How can I admit that I don’t know what I’ll do if any harm comes to her?”
“Why can’t you?”
“Because nothing can ever happen between us! To admit my feelings, knowing that, hurts too much,” Merlin felt for his friend, he couldn’t imagine what it was like to be in his position. He could tell him it would be okay, but would it really help? They had no way of knowing how long it would be until Arthur was king.
“Who’s to say nothing can happen?”
“My father won’t let me rescue a servant, do you honestly think he’ll let me marry one?”
“You want to marry Gwen?”
“No! No. I don’t know!” Merlin raised his hands in resignation. He didn’t want to cause an argument, “It’s all talk, and that’s all it can ever be.”
“When you’re king, you can change that.”
“I can’t expect Guinevere to wait for me,” the respect her showed her, just by calling her by her full name rarely caving to her nickname, besides, Guinevere sounded royal, regal, the name of a queen.
“If she feels as you do,” Merlin started, a stupidly wide grin spreading across his face, “She will wait for you.”
“We don’t even know if she is still alive.”
“Nah, she is,” he said, trying to convincing himself as well as Arthur, but if she was dead and gone there was no knowing how much of a prat Arthur would turn into if that weren’t the case, “We will find her.”
“Come on, we’ve got along trek ahead,” he turned ready to resume their journey, “Oh and Merlin, if you dare tell anyone any of this, I promise, I will make your life a living hell.”
“Even more than you already do?”
“Yeah.”
“We could talk about your feeling whilst we walked.”
“Shut up, Merlin!”
To Part II
Author: mydoctortennant
Pairing/s: Arthur/Gwen
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Merlin, unfortunately, doesn’t belong to me… maybe one day!
Dedication: noodlesishere for her prompt ‘relief’ and want of a kiss.
Summary: What would have happened in 2x04 had Lancelot not miraculously been in Hengist’s place.
Notes: This comes to you un-beta'd so if there are spelling mistakes or whatnot they are all my own, and if you want to point things out to me, go ahead XD Title from Bryan Adams song of the same name. This is a prologue-y bit.
my merlin prompt table
Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV
“Morgana!” finally she shut up, “Perhaps if you would stop shouting at me for one second you would notice that I am packing,” Arthur pointedly shoved something into his bag, Morgana looked guiltily at the floor.
“You’re going after Gwen?”
“Of course I’m going after her, what do you take me for? I couldn’t disagree with Father in public,” he looked at her, with a look that said a thousand words. She was more than his father’s ward to her, she was a sister to him, albeit a rather good looking sister, but one all the same. He put his saddle sack over his shoulder and made a move to leave.
“Arthur?” he turned back to look at her, a cut grazing her brow, “Bring her home.”
-
Gwen sat in her cell. Hengist had forced her through two hours of sword play. Not something she found all that enjoyable at the best of times, and especially not when she was being held against her will. There wasn’t anything impressive about two men having a spat, even professionally.
“Morgana,” Gwen shuddered at the sound of his voice, “You will join me for dinner,” there was no point in denying him of this. If she did, he would only kill her sooner. She wanted to hold out hope that somebody, somewhere would save her. A pathetic wish, but something inside of her pleaded for Arthur to come blundering in, in his princely manner, and save her.
Not that it would happen, he had told her himself that his father would never understand, that nothing would ever happen between them.
-
“Why can’t you just admit you’re feelings for Gwen?” After nearly two days of being forced into no sleep and riding a horse non-stop Merlin had finally twigged on a reason. It wasn’t all that absurd, since the jousting tournament he had noticed a change in Arthur, a small one, but it was there, and Gwen was even more unable to articulate her views of him than before.
The look, the embarrassed look at flushed Arthur’s face told him all her needed to know. He was right. Merlin smiled to himself, “It’s so obvious, a blind man could see it! Is it really that hard to admit you like her? Just say it.”
“I can’t!” Merlin hadn’t been expecting that reply, Arthur to tell him was an idiot and to shut up maybe, but the hurt tone of his master’s voice, the upset look at graced his face, “How can I admit that I think about her all the time; or that I care about her, more than anyone. How can I admit that I don’t know what I’ll do if any harm comes to her?”
“Why can’t you?”
“Because nothing can ever happen between us! To admit my feelings, knowing that, hurts too much,” Merlin felt for his friend, he couldn’t imagine what it was like to be in his position. He could tell him it would be okay, but would it really help? They had no way of knowing how long it would be until Arthur was king.
“Who’s to say nothing can happen?”
“My father won’t let me rescue a servant, do you honestly think he’ll let me marry one?”
“You want to marry Gwen?”
“No! No. I don’t know!” Merlin raised his hands in resignation. He didn’t want to cause an argument, “It’s all talk, and that’s all it can ever be.”
“When you’re king, you can change that.”
“I can’t expect Guinevere to wait for me,” the respect her showed her, just by calling her by her full name rarely caving to her nickname, besides, Guinevere sounded royal, regal, the name of a queen.
“If she feels as you do,” Merlin started, a stupidly wide grin spreading across his face, “She will wait for you.”
“We don’t even know if she is still alive.”
“Nah, she is,” he said, trying to convincing himself as well as Arthur, but if she was dead and gone there was no knowing how much of a prat Arthur would turn into if that weren’t the case, “We will find her.”
“Come on, we’ve got along trek ahead,” he turned ready to resume their journey, “Oh and Merlin, if you dare tell anyone any of this, I promise, I will make your life a living hell.”
“Even more than you already do?”
“Yeah.”
“We could talk about your feeling whilst we walked.”
“Shut up, Merlin!”
To Part II