What Goes Up, Must Come Down... Eventually; Merlin RPF
Title: What Goes Up, Must Come Down... Eventually
Authors: mydoctortennant
Pairings/Characters: Bradley, Colin, Angel, Katie, Anthony
Warnings: RPF, swearing
Disclaimer: Not real. Despite birthday wishes and night time prayers to Santa (all Hail Amy Pond!) Merlin still isn't mine!
Rating: PG13
Summary: Bradley decides he wants to play tourist...
Author Notes: Written, again, for mustbethursday3; I will beat you. Thank you to sgmajorshipper" for betaing <3
My Merlin Prompt Table
The screen went blank as Angel put her hand in front of the lens. They weren't filming now and she wasn't in the mood to have it shoved in her face during their months off, "Put the fucking thing away Bradley. Anyone would think that we didn't live here," the five of them were walking down the busy London street and he had already filmed her whilst they’d been ice skating in Hyde Park ad she’d fallen over once Colin had grabbed onto her which had amused him to no end.
"We don't," he replied pedantically, packing the camera away into his satchel.
"How many times have you been to London?"
"A fair few."
"Then you can forgo the camera. I'll go on the London Eye with you if you leave behind the sodding camera," she argued as they entered into a pub down the road from the tourist attraction.
"What's the point of going up there if I can't take pictures?"
"You can take the digital camera but not the video."
"Spoilsport,” he grumbled as he screeched his seat out across the floor.
"I still don't get why you want to go on the London Eye," Katie said as she pulled her winter coat from her shoulders and sat down at the circular table tucked away in the corner.
"Because I've never been on it and I want to."
"It's not that exciting."
"I'll go with you. I've never been up. And with all the snow it'll be cool," Colin offered taking his scarf from around his neck as he sat down opposite him, next to Katie. It had always been something he had meant to do he had just never found the time to do it. Seeing London City was one thing from the ground, but another from the sky.
“Excellent, then I don’t ha-“
“You promised you would. You can’t go back on it now,” the blonde pointed out much to the amusement of everybody else but Angel.
“Thanks for the support, guys.”
“Any time.”
“Shall we just get something quick to eat and go?” Colin suggested ignoring his co-stars as he reached for the menu in the middle of the table. Chances of him being able to have something to eat that wasn’t just chips and lettuce were slim, but he could look anyway.
“Sounds like a plan to me,” Bradley said as he replaced the batteries in his digital camera.
“Do I get a say in this?” Angel asked. They didn’t even dignify her with an answer.
X
With their London Eye passes in hand, Bradley approached the young girl working at the front of the queue with a massive smile on his face, “Hi there,” he said in the worlds worst American accent. Living in the country for a few years as a child certainly hadn’t helped him develop one.
“What is he doing?” Angel asked Colin quietly behind him. The girl was clad in a fleece and hat, with gloves pulled over her hands. She looked wind bitten and cold.
“I have no idea,” they both watched him; confused as he carried on walking towards the pod they were meant to be embarking. The girl looked at both of them and realisation hit her. She looked over her shoulder towards Bradley and back at them, “Nice to meet you,” Colin smiled, placing his hand on her arm quickly as they walked by.
“That girl is onto you,” Angel said as the doors to the pod closed and they started to slowly move around the thirty minute journey to nowhere.
“She is out there and we are in here,” Bradley replied in the terrible accent. Angel could have sworn it was only getting worse.
“Right,” she sat down in the middle of the pod with her bag between her feet.
“Where is your sense of fun, Ain-gell,” he drawled. She rolled her eyes and sat with her legs crossed on the centre bench, “God, you left it in the pub.”
“I left it at home,” she said back. Colin was stood by the edge of the pod already looking out at London. All he could see was the dank river. He was used to their petty arguments over nothing now. It didn’t surprise him. He would just input as he went, trying to lighten the tension. Amazingly though, Bradley let her be; she’d come this far without much of a fight so the least he could do was play nice.
“So Col,” Bradley started in that god-damned accent, looking out of the pod and over the snow infested city, “What are you most looking forward to seeing?”
“Well, Brad,” Colin replied in his thick Northern Irish accent. Bradley visibly cringed at the nickname, “I’d quite like to see the Gherkin.”
“The Gherkin? Why the Gherkin?”
“Because it’s a cool shape.”
“And what about you Aiin-gell?” she looked up at him, her eyebrows in her hairline, “Oookay, not hearing from her today.”
He carried on in much the same vein for the next ten minutes until they were at the top of their circuit. Time seemed to drag. No, it seemed to have stopped altogether.
“We’re not moving,” Angel stated as she finally stood with them as they enjoyed the view.
“What do you mean we’re not moving?” Bradley asked still continuing with that god damned American accent.
“I mean we’re not moving. We’ve been sat in the same place for the last five minutes.”
“No we haven’t, it just moves slowly.”
“Not this slowly.”
“Well clearly it does.”
“She’s right,” Colin said focusing on the same point of Big Ben that he’d been looking at for the last minute, “we’re not going anywhere.”
“What’s the hold up?”
“I don’t know,” Colin shrugged, “I’ll just use my magic powers and find out, shall I?”
“If you could,” Colin sarcastically moved his open hand through the air and towards the intercom system, which sounded immediately. Bradley’s eyes widened at him, “how did you-“
“Oh please; I heard it crackle.”
“There’s something he’s not telling us,” Bradley said down to Angel still facing towards Colin with narrowed eyes.
“Keep it up with the accent and I’ll knee you in the groin.”
“Is that a threat?” he was egging her on, grinning down at her petite form.
“Mark my words. One more word comes out of your mouth,” she said out the side of her mouth as she still looked at Colin who had give up the goose and turned back to look over London.
“Hey Brad, can I have your camera?”
“Sure,” he replied in the accent keeping his eyes on Angel. She lashed out hitting him hard in the stomach,” he caught her arm and handed his camera to Colin, “Now, now, Princess.”
X
“What is taking them so long?” Katie said leaning back in her chair to look out of the window. She could just about see the top of the famous wheel in her line of vision.
“Who knows? But if they don’t hurry up I’ll order more chips, and that’s not good for me,” Anthony concluded as he finished the remaining sticks from his bowl.
“Certainly isn’t, Daddio,” she laughed patted his waist line with a wicked grin on her face. Anthony couldn’t help but laugh at her, “Seriously though, they should be back by now.”
Anthony shrugged, “maybe there was a queue?”
“On a day like this? I don’t think so.”
“Must be a slow news day,” the barman stated loudly, pointing at the television that had been showing BBC News 24 since they arrived. With no important football matches to show due to them all being snowed off, “Snow. Blah. Snow. Grit. Snow. Blah,” he continued, shining a glass with his cloth, “London Eye stopping is actually big news.”
“What did he say?”
“The London Eye, love, it’s stopped. Little old lady had an accident or something.”
“That would be where they are, then.”
“I bet Angel’s having a whale of a time.”
X
“I spy with my little eye, something beginning with b.”
“Big Ben.”
“Your go.”
“I spy with my little eye, something beginning with g.”
“Gherkin.”
“Your go,” Colin nudged Angel in the side. Sat up against the glass, the pair of them were looking through the legs of those who were still standing, pinpointing the few landmarks they could still see.
“I spy with my little eye something beginning with r.”
“River. My go?”
“Your go,” Angel sighed picking at a loose thread on her shirt.
“Are you guys still going?” Angel glared up at Bradley who was stood next to her, looking out over the snow-covered city. He was still going with the god forsaken accent.
“Are you?” she retorted.
“What you gunna do, bite my ankles?”
“Don’t tempt me.”
X
“Okay, now I’m bored.”
“We could hop on the tube and be at the West End in five minutes,” Anthony suggested. He was fiddling with the beer mat, tossing it up and twirling it between his fingers.
“We should have gone with them,” Katie mused. She turned back around to look at the TV, there was a helicopter now flying around taking shots of the stationary London Eye. She squinted at the screen, “At least we know where they are,” she said pointing to the left hand side of the screen.
Sure enough they could see their two friends leaning against the glass with Bradley looking out over London, “What is taking it so long?”
“Old biddy slipped up on the ice. They’re waiting for the ambulance to take her off before they start it again.”
“Can’t they move her out of the way?”
“I don’t know, do I? I’m not the man in charge, am I love?” the barman threw back, “Now do you want another drink or not?”
“Black coffee please.”
“Make that two.”
X
After an hour of being stuck in the same place, they had given up. Colin was busying himself by taking ‘artistic’ shots of the city whilst Bradley and Angel sat, bored, watching the boats go by in the Thames.
“How long do you think we’ll be stuck up here?” Bradley opened his mouth to answer but before he could she held her hand up to silence him, “English accent only.”
“Forever,” he said with a sincere look on his face. It cracked into a smile as he nudged her arm, “Aiin-gell,” She hit him hard in the arm, her fist colliding with his muscle and doing little to injure him, hurting her hand more. Bradley sighed and closed his eyes as he leant back against the glass, “If I’m going to spend forever up here then I think I’m entitled to some last requests.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“So I get one too?”
“If you like.”
“My last request, should we die here today, if for you to shut the fuck up with that sodding accent. It’s driving me crazy.”
“That’s just my general persona driving your body crazy,” he said running a finger over her jeans.
She grabbed hold of his fingers and squeezed, hard, “Touch me again and I’ll break your hand.”
“Won’t be making that last request then.”
“Very funny.”
“It wasn’t unreasonable.”
“What are your requests?” she asked firmly, derailing the conversation from the direction it was headed.
“Well,” he started, looking thoughtfully up at the top of the pod. Thankfully all signs of the god forsaken accent were gone, “Firstly, I think you should all refer to me as ‘My lord’ or ‘sire’.”
“Which we’re paid to do for nine months out of the year, anyway.”
“Therefore it shouldn’t be too hard to do unpaid for the other three.”
“And the others?”
“That this never gets mentioned ever again.”
“You know that is a news helicopter, right?” she said pointing out of the pod towards the still hovering helicopter.
“Nobody will now we’re here,” he said defiantly looking into the centre of the pod again.
“Only Katie and Anthony who are probably in the nice warm pub with a nice hot coffee having a nice conversation without, but probably about, you.”
“Okay, okay. It was a bad idea, whatever.”
“Good idea, bad timing.”
“One more final request?” Angel nodded, “Whoever they get to replace me, isn’t allowed to be better than me.”
“That screws them up then, because there isn’t anybody worse than you,” she jested, he elbowed her but she only smiled, “We’re not going to die. Look,” she pointed, “We’re moving,” her phone vibrated in her pocket, “Phone!” she scrambled and pulled the device out, “Hello? Hi Katie. Yeah we’re finally moving again. What’s going on?” she turned to Colin and Bradley who were looking at her, “She says there was some sort of accident down the bottom and they couldn’t let people off.”
“Bet the people right by the end were pissed.”
“Okay, we’ll see you in about fifteen minutes. Yeah, bye Katie.”
X
“You were on the news,” Anthony told them as they climbed into the car, ready to head back to their London homes, “Well, we could see you, but nobody seemed to point you out.”
“Oh thank god.”
“He’s got some irrational fear about people knowing he was stuck on the London Eye for hours.”
“Two hours.”
“Was that it?” Bradley asked abashed.
Colin stood beside him looking through the photos on the camera, he deleted the occasional picture but kept holding out the camera to Katie who was showing as much interest in the pictures as she could.
“The barman was getting ready to throw us out. He only took pity on us when we told him you guys were stuck.”
“Just promise ever to let me agree to Bradley’s stupid plans ever again,” Angel pleaded from her seat directly behind Bradley who had taken the front passenger seat beside Anthony. He turned in his seat to glare at her. She smiled at him before turning to Colin in the centre seat taking a deeper interest in his pictures, “If I had to listen to one more final request I might have killed him myself.”
“That would be a turn for the books.”
Authors: mydoctortennant
Pairings/Characters: Bradley, Colin, Angel, Katie, Anthony
Warnings: RPF, swearing
Disclaimer: Not real. Despite birthday wishes and night time prayers to Santa (all Hail Amy Pond!) Merlin still isn't mine!
Rating: PG13
Summary: Bradley decides he wants to play tourist...
Author Notes: Written, again, for mustbethursday3; I will beat you. Thank you to sgmajorshipper" for betaing <3
My Merlin Prompt Table
The screen went blank as Angel put her hand in front of the lens. They weren't filming now and she wasn't in the mood to have it shoved in her face during their months off, "Put the fucking thing away Bradley. Anyone would think that we didn't live here," the five of them were walking down the busy London street and he had already filmed her whilst they’d been ice skating in Hyde Park ad she’d fallen over once Colin had grabbed onto her which had amused him to no end.
"We don't," he replied pedantically, packing the camera away into his satchel.
"How many times have you been to London?"
"A fair few."
"Then you can forgo the camera. I'll go on the London Eye with you if you leave behind the sodding camera," she argued as they entered into a pub down the road from the tourist attraction.
"What's the point of going up there if I can't take pictures?"
"You can take the digital camera but not the video."
"Spoilsport,” he grumbled as he screeched his seat out across the floor.
"I still don't get why you want to go on the London Eye," Katie said as she pulled her winter coat from her shoulders and sat down at the circular table tucked away in the corner.
"Because I've never been on it and I want to."
"It's not that exciting."
"I'll go with you. I've never been up. And with all the snow it'll be cool," Colin offered taking his scarf from around his neck as he sat down opposite him, next to Katie. It had always been something he had meant to do he had just never found the time to do it. Seeing London City was one thing from the ground, but another from the sky.
“Excellent, then I don’t ha-“
“You promised you would. You can’t go back on it now,” the blonde pointed out much to the amusement of everybody else but Angel.
“Thanks for the support, guys.”
“Any time.”
“Shall we just get something quick to eat and go?” Colin suggested ignoring his co-stars as he reached for the menu in the middle of the table. Chances of him being able to have something to eat that wasn’t just chips and lettuce were slim, but he could look anyway.
“Sounds like a plan to me,” Bradley said as he replaced the batteries in his digital camera.
“Do I get a say in this?” Angel asked. They didn’t even dignify her with an answer.
X
With their London Eye passes in hand, Bradley approached the young girl working at the front of the queue with a massive smile on his face, “Hi there,” he said in the worlds worst American accent. Living in the country for a few years as a child certainly hadn’t helped him develop one.
“What is he doing?” Angel asked Colin quietly behind him. The girl was clad in a fleece and hat, with gloves pulled over her hands. She looked wind bitten and cold.
“I have no idea,” they both watched him; confused as he carried on walking towards the pod they were meant to be embarking. The girl looked at both of them and realisation hit her. She looked over her shoulder towards Bradley and back at them, “Nice to meet you,” Colin smiled, placing his hand on her arm quickly as they walked by.
“That girl is onto you,” Angel said as the doors to the pod closed and they started to slowly move around the thirty minute journey to nowhere.
“She is out there and we are in here,” Bradley replied in the terrible accent. Angel could have sworn it was only getting worse.
“Right,” she sat down in the middle of the pod with her bag between her feet.
“Where is your sense of fun, Ain-gell,” he drawled. She rolled her eyes and sat with her legs crossed on the centre bench, “God, you left it in the pub.”
“I left it at home,” she said back. Colin was stood by the edge of the pod already looking out at London. All he could see was the dank river. He was used to their petty arguments over nothing now. It didn’t surprise him. He would just input as he went, trying to lighten the tension. Amazingly though, Bradley let her be; she’d come this far without much of a fight so the least he could do was play nice.
“So Col,” Bradley started in that god-damned accent, looking out of the pod and over the snow infested city, “What are you most looking forward to seeing?”
“Well, Brad,” Colin replied in his thick Northern Irish accent. Bradley visibly cringed at the nickname, “I’d quite like to see the Gherkin.”
“The Gherkin? Why the Gherkin?”
“Because it’s a cool shape.”
“And what about you Aiin-gell?” she looked up at him, her eyebrows in her hairline, “Oookay, not hearing from her today.”
He carried on in much the same vein for the next ten minutes until they were at the top of their circuit. Time seemed to drag. No, it seemed to have stopped altogether.
“We’re not moving,” Angel stated as she finally stood with them as they enjoyed the view.
“What do you mean we’re not moving?” Bradley asked still continuing with that god damned American accent.
“I mean we’re not moving. We’ve been sat in the same place for the last five minutes.”
“No we haven’t, it just moves slowly.”
“Not this slowly.”
“Well clearly it does.”
“She’s right,” Colin said focusing on the same point of Big Ben that he’d been looking at for the last minute, “we’re not going anywhere.”
“What’s the hold up?”
“I don’t know,” Colin shrugged, “I’ll just use my magic powers and find out, shall I?”
“If you could,” Colin sarcastically moved his open hand through the air and towards the intercom system, which sounded immediately. Bradley’s eyes widened at him, “how did you-“
“Oh please; I heard it crackle.”
“There’s something he’s not telling us,” Bradley said down to Angel still facing towards Colin with narrowed eyes.
“Keep it up with the accent and I’ll knee you in the groin.”
“Is that a threat?” he was egging her on, grinning down at her petite form.
“Mark my words. One more word comes out of your mouth,” she said out the side of her mouth as she still looked at Colin who had give up the goose and turned back to look over London.
“Hey Brad, can I have your camera?”
“Sure,” he replied in the accent keeping his eyes on Angel. She lashed out hitting him hard in the stomach,” he caught her arm and handed his camera to Colin, “Now, now, Princess.”
X
“What is taking them so long?” Katie said leaning back in her chair to look out of the window. She could just about see the top of the famous wheel in her line of vision.
“Who knows? But if they don’t hurry up I’ll order more chips, and that’s not good for me,” Anthony concluded as he finished the remaining sticks from his bowl.
“Certainly isn’t, Daddio,” she laughed patted his waist line with a wicked grin on her face. Anthony couldn’t help but laugh at her, “Seriously though, they should be back by now.”
Anthony shrugged, “maybe there was a queue?”
“On a day like this? I don’t think so.”
“Must be a slow news day,” the barman stated loudly, pointing at the television that had been showing BBC News 24 since they arrived. With no important football matches to show due to them all being snowed off, “Snow. Blah. Snow. Grit. Snow. Blah,” he continued, shining a glass with his cloth, “London Eye stopping is actually big news.”
“What did he say?”
“The London Eye, love, it’s stopped. Little old lady had an accident or something.”
“That would be where they are, then.”
“I bet Angel’s having a whale of a time.”
X
“I spy with my little eye, something beginning with b.”
“Big Ben.”
“Your go.”
“I spy with my little eye, something beginning with g.”
“Gherkin.”
“Your go,” Colin nudged Angel in the side. Sat up against the glass, the pair of them were looking through the legs of those who were still standing, pinpointing the few landmarks they could still see.
“I spy with my little eye something beginning with r.”
“River. My go?”
“Your go,” Angel sighed picking at a loose thread on her shirt.
“Are you guys still going?” Angel glared up at Bradley who was stood next to her, looking out over the snow-covered city. He was still going with the god forsaken accent.
“Are you?” she retorted.
“What you gunna do, bite my ankles?”
“Don’t tempt me.”
X
“Okay, now I’m bored.”
“We could hop on the tube and be at the West End in five minutes,” Anthony suggested. He was fiddling with the beer mat, tossing it up and twirling it between his fingers.
“We should have gone with them,” Katie mused. She turned back around to look at the TV, there was a helicopter now flying around taking shots of the stationary London Eye. She squinted at the screen, “At least we know where they are,” she said pointing to the left hand side of the screen.
Sure enough they could see their two friends leaning against the glass with Bradley looking out over London, “What is taking it so long?”
“Old biddy slipped up on the ice. They’re waiting for the ambulance to take her off before they start it again.”
“Can’t they move her out of the way?”
“I don’t know, do I? I’m not the man in charge, am I love?” the barman threw back, “Now do you want another drink or not?”
“Black coffee please.”
“Make that two.”
X
After an hour of being stuck in the same place, they had given up. Colin was busying himself by taking ‘artistic’ shots of the city whilst Bradley and Angel sat, bored, watching the boats go by in the Thames.
“How long do you think we’ll be stuck up here?” Bradley opened his mouth to answer but before he could she held her hand up to silence him, “English accent only.”
“Forever,” he said with a sincere look on his face. It cracked into a smile as he nudged her arm, “Aiin-gell,” She hit him hard in the arm, her fist colliding with his muscle and doing little to injure him, hurting her hand more. Bradley sighed and closed his eyes as he leant back against the glass, “If I’m going to spend forever up here then I think I’m entitled to some last requests.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“So I get one too?”
“If you like.”
“My last request, should we die here today, if for you to shut the fuck up with that sodding accent. It’s driving me crazy.”
“That’s just my general persona driving your body crazy,” he said running a finger over her jeans.
She grabbed hold of his fingers and squeezed, hard, “Touch me again and I’ll break your hand.”
“Won’t be making that last request then.”
“Very funny.”
“It wasn’t unreasonable.”
“What are your requests?” she asked firmly, derailing the conversation from the direction it was headed.
“Well,” he started, looking thoughtfully up at the top of the pod. Thankfully all signs of the god forsaken accent were gone, “Firstly, I think you should all refer to me as ‘My lord’ or ‘sire’.”
“Which we’re paid to do for nine months out of the year, anyway.”
“Therefore it shouldn’t be too hard to do unpaid for the other three.”
“And the others?”
“That this never gets mentioned ever again.”
“You know that is a news helicopter, right?” she said pointing out of the pod towards the still hovering helicopter.
“Nobody will now we’re here,” he said defiantly looking into the centre of the pod again.
“Only Katie and Anthony who are probably in the nice warm pub with a nice hot coffee having a nice conversation without, but probably about, you.”
“Okay, okay. It was a bad idea, whatever.”
“Good idea, bad timing.”
“One more final request?” Angel nodded, “Whoever they get to replace me, isn’t allowed to be better than me.”
“That screws them up then, because there isn’t anybody worse than you,” she jested, he elbowed her but she only smiled, “We’re not going to die. Look,” she pointed, “We’re moving,” her phone vibrated in her pocket, “Phone!” she scrambled and pulled the device out, “Hello? Hi Katie. Yeah we’re finally moving again. What’s going on?” she turned to Colin and Bradley who were looking at her, “She says there was some sort of accident down the bottom and they couldn’t let people off.”
“Bet the people right by the end were pissed.”
“Okay, we’ll see you in about fifteen minutes. Yeah, bye Katie.”
X
“You were on the news,” Anthony told them as they climbed into the car, ready to head back to their London homes, “Well, we could see you, but nobody seemed to point you out.”
“Oh thank god.”
“He’s got some irrational fear about people knowing he was stuck on the London Eye for hours.”
“Two hours.”
“Was that it?” Bradley asked abashed.
Colin stood beside him looking through the photos on the camera, he deleted the occasional picture but kept holding out the camera to Katie who was showing as much interest in the pictures as she could.
“The barman was getting ready to throw us out. He only took pity on us when we told him you guys were stuck.”
“Just promise ever to let me agree to Bradley’s stupid plans ever again,” Angel pleaded from her seat directly behind Bradley who had taken the front passenger seat beside Anthony. He turned in his seat to glare at her. She smiled at him before turning to Colin in the centre seat taking a deeper interest in his pictures, “If I had to listen to one more final request I might have killed him myself.”
“That would be a turn for the books.”