Fic: Prison Cells
Title: Prison Cells
By: oflittleuse
Summary: Missing 1x03 scene, Morgana visits Gwen in the cell.
Pairing: pre-Gwen/Morgana
Rating: PG
Words: 834
Notes: Unbeta’d quick little one-shot. Written for merlin_forever's weekly challenge (finally got around to doing one! Yay!)
Morgana approached the dank cold cell with trepidation, scared of what would be waiting for her on the other side. Steeling herself against it, nothing could have prepared her for Gwen chained to the wall and caged like an animal. Already Morgana’s eyes stung and a lump pressed against her throat.
“My lady,” Gwen said, her eyes widening in surprise. “You shouldn’t have come to see me.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Morgana tried to scold with her old humour, but it sounded weak and thin. For a moment she could not think of anything to say, so she stood and pressed against the cold iron bars.
“I heard Cook say that you didn’t eat your dinner,” Morgana finally said.
“I have little appetite right now,” Gwen murmured, tears starting to fall down her face.
“You must eat,” Morgana said, unable to look at where Gwen kneeled on the ground. It was too painful.
Gwen must have nodded or something, Morgana heard a ruffling sound of her moving on the hard prison floor, and the rattle of chains.
“I left Gaius’ medicine on the dresser,” Gwen said, she sounded closer than before, the rattling had stopped and still Morgana kept her eyes trained on the bricks beside her, willing herself to stay composed, to not break. “It’s two drops when you have a bad dream. Make sure to take it with water, so have the ... the new ... maid ... have her bring a pitcher.”
Gwen’s voice broke at the word maid, and Morgana felt a tear slid down her face.
“Can you not even look at me?” Gwen asked quietly. “Do you hate me?”
Morgana’s gaze snapped to Gwen’s.
“I could never hate you,” Morgana admitted, and her heart beat so fast, so painful, that she knew the truth, had known it for many years, since they had been barely teenagers and Gwen had braided flowers in her hair and they would build a fort out of the blankets on Morgana’s bed and whisper secrets in the dark warm space beneath. Her heart had beat as it was currently doing then, so full of love and awe at Gwen’s beauty. Even in the cell, her eyes red and her cheeks shiny from crying, straw sticking out of her hair and chained to the wall, Gwen was the most beautiful woman Morgana had ever seen. “Never think that.”
Morgana reached a hand through the bars as Gwen reached towards her. But despite how much she strained forward, their hands did not even come close to meeting. Whimpering, Gwen dropped her hand.
“If Uther kills you, I’ll kill him,” Morgana promised her mind spinning and dizzy from the grief, hurt, love and anger that pulsed through her.
“No,” Gwen gasped. “You mustn’t say things like that. I’m not worth it.”
“You are. You are worth a thousand of him,” Morgana said, steely in her determination. “He can’t do this.”
Gwen sniffed and straightened her back. “You need to promise me you’ll be careful,” she demanded. “You are so good Morgana; don’t let anything change that, especially not this. I couldn’t bare it if I was the cause.”
“I can’t lose you,” Morgana said, tears once again flowing. “You’re all I have.”
“You will still have Arthur, and Merlin is nice, you should try to know him better, I don’t think he has many friends yet and if I die,” Gwen said.
“Don’t speak of dying,” Morgana snapped.
“Promise not to do anything foolish,” Gwen pleaded.
“I can’t,” Morgana said. They stared at one another; Morgana took in Gwen’s tired appearance, how haggard she looked, and how heavy the chains looked against Gwen’s slim wrist. “I wish I could hold you.”
Gwen gasped lightly.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything,” Morgana said, flustered and upset.
“I wish you could hold me too,” Gwen admitted, her voice small and scared. “I ...”
“My lady, what are you doing down here?” a guard on patrol said, Morgana had stayed longer than expected; she had hoped to make it out before the patrol spotted her.
“I am seeing to my servant,” Morgana said, quickly wiping her eyes before facing him.
“The King said you were not to see her,” the guard said. Morgana felt a sliver of hatred run through her veins at that command. The injustice of all that Uther was doing burned in her.
“Please, go, I don’t want you in trouble,” Gwen pleaded.
“I will come back,” Morgana promised, before giving the guard her iciest glare and striding from the cell, it wasn’t until she was down the hall and she heard the guard continue on his patrol that the tears started to fall freely once more. In the entrance, she almost ran into someone, glancing up at Merlin’s face, she quickly hid her tear stained face from him and ran back to her room.
By: oflittleuse
Summary: Missing 1x03 scene, Morgana visits Gwen in the cell.
Pairing: pre-Gwen/Morgana
Rating: PG
Words: 834
Notes: Unbeta’d quick little one-shot. Written for merlin_forever's weekly challenge (finally got around to doing one! Yay!)
Morgana approached the dank cold cell with trepidation, scared of what would be waiting for her on the other side. Steeling herself against it, nothing could have prepared her for Gwen chained to the wall and caged like an animal. Already Morgana’s eyes stung and a lump pressed against her throat.
“My lady,” Gwen said, her eyes widening in surprise. “You shouldn’t have come to see me.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Morgana tried to scold with her old humour, but it sounded weak and thin. For a moment she could not think of anything to say, so she stood and pressed against the cold iron bars.
“I heard Cook say that you didn’t eat your dinner,” Morgana finally said.
“I have little appetite right now,” Gwen murmured, tears starting to fall down her face.
“You must eat,” Morgana said, unable to look at where Gwen kneeled on the ground. It was too painful.
Gwen must have nodded or something, Morgana heard a ruffling sound of her moving on the hard prison floor, and the rattle of chains.
“I left Gaius’ medicine on the dresser,” Gwen said, she sounded closer than before, the rattling had stopped and still Morgana kept her eyes trained on the bricks beside her, willing herself to stay composed, to not break. “It’s two drops when you have a bad dream. Make sure to take it with water, so have the ... the new ... maid ... have her bring a pitcher.”
Gwen’s voice broke at the word maid, and Morgana felt a tear slid down her face.
“Can you not even look at me?” Gwen asked quietly. “Do you hate me?”
Morgana’s gaze snapped to Gwen’s.
“I could never hate you,” Morgana admitted, and her heart beat so fast, so painful, that she knew the truth, had known it for many years, since they had been barely teenagers and Gwen had braided flowers in her hair and they would build a fort out of the blankets on Morgana’s bed and whisper secrets in the dark warm space beneath. Her heart had beat as it was currently doing then, so full of love and awe at Gwen’s beauty. Even in the cell, her eyes red and her cheeks shiny from crying, straw sticking out of her hair and chained to the wall, Gwen was the most beautiful woman Morgana had ever seen. “Never think that.”
Morgana reached a hand through the bars as Gwen reached towards her. But despite how much she strained forward, their hands did not even come close to meeting. Whimpering, Gwen dropped her hand.
“If Uther kills you, I’ll kill him,” Morgana promised her mind spinning and dizzy from the grief, hurt, love and anger that pulsed through her.
“No,” Gwen gasped. “You mustn’t say things like that. I’m not worth it.”
“You are. You are worth a thousand of him,” Morgana said, steely in her determination. “He can’t do this.”
Gwen sniffed and straightened her back. “You need to promise me you’ll be careful,” she demanded. “You are so good Morgana; don’t let anything change that, especially not this. I couldn’t bare it if I was the cause.”
“I can’t lose you,” Morgana said, tears once again flowing. “You’re all I have.”
“You will still have Arthur, and Merlin is nice, you should try to know him better, I don’t think he has many friends yet and if I die,” Gwen said.
“Don’t speak of dying,” Morgana snapped.
“Promise not to do anything foolish,” Gwen pleaded.
“I can’t,” Morgana said. They stared at one another; Morgana took in Gwen’s tired appearance, how haggard she looked, and how heavy the chains looked against Gwen’s slim wrist. “I wish I could hold you.”
Gwen gasped lightly.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything,” Morgana said, flustered and upset.
“I wish you could hold me too,” Gwen admitted, her voice small and scared. “I ...”
“My lady, what are you doing down here?” a guard on patrol said, Morgana had stayed longer than expected; she had hoped to make it out before the patrol spotted her.
“I am seeing to my servant,” Morgana said, quickly wiping her eyes before facing him.
“The King said you were not to see her,” the guard said. Morgana felt a sliver of hatred run through her veins at that command. The injustice of all that Uther was doing burned in her.
“Please, go, I don’t want you in trouble,” Gwen pleaded.
“I will come back,” Morgana promised, before giving the guard her iciest glare and striding from the cell, it wasn’t until she was down the hall and she heard the guard continue on his patrol that the tears started to fall freely once more. In the entrance, she almost ran into someone, glancing up at Merlin’s face, she quickly hid her tear stained face from him and ran back to her room.