I MISS SUBJECT HEADINGSmustbethursday3September 18 2012, 12:55:10 UTC
I know what Merlin did last Summer, Crack, OT4, G
Arthur’s voice cut through the silence like an air horn.
“Can somebody please tell me why everyone’s sulking?”
In the passenger seat beside him, Gwen leant her head against the window, and pulled her coat further around her shoulders.
In back, Morgana and Merlin traded a look, before Morgana sneered and went back to scanning her emails on her phone.
Frowning, Merlin narrowed his eyes.
“Why is she here again?” He sat forward, his hand touching Gwen’s shoulder to get her attention.
Morgana’s crimson lips spread in a sneer. “Seriously?”
“Don’t start,” Gwen mumbled into her scarf, closing her eyes.
“All of this is pretty telling, really. Merlin kills someone and gets blackmailed and we form a fucking search party..or whatever this is.”
“Morgana. He didn’t-”
“Least, not yet,” Arthur cut in, his eyes moving over to Gwen. “That guy could still come out of his coma.”
“Do you really, really, want to bring up the past?” Merlin asked, ignoring Arthur and turning on Morgana. “We would need a bloody great Atlas to show where all your bodies are buried.”
Gwen clicked her jaw, pressing her forehead to the cool glass. “I think I'm beginning to loathe reunions.”
Arthur looked over, than back at the road, “Didn’t you miss anything from the old days?” he asked quietly.
Before Gwen could answer, Morgana scoffed. “Like the police?”
“Or Morgana’s dazzling personality?”
Morgana reached over and pinched Merlin’s cheek. “Said the murderer.”
Merlin batted her away, “Takes one to know one.”
“Didn’t even get to have any champagne,” Gwen mused, checking her watch. “Or get to say goodbye to Gwaine and Leon.”
“No big loss then,” Arthur said, trying to get her to smile. “You say hello to Gwaine and he thinks you’re coming on to him. I don’t even want to consider what he thinks goodbye means.”
Silence.
He turned to find her staring out into the night. "Uh Earth to Gwen." Nothing. "Guinevere, this is your captain speaking-"
Gwen turned her head, looking thoughtful, “You know, you started with the wrong question.”
“And the right one would be?” Morgana prompted, looking coolly interested.
Gwen met her eyes in the rearview mirror, “How someone knew we’d all be there.”
“It was our ten year reunion.”
“No,” Gwen looked over her shoulder, “I wasn’t going to attend.” She ignored the grunt Arthur made. “I only decided to when my flight fell through - I’m meant to be on my way to Chile.”
Merlin leaned into her line of sight, “New dig?”
“Commissioned by the Chilean government,” Gwen smiled, pleased. “Do you know how long I’ve been campaigning them to let me at that new settlement site they stumbled on last year?”
Merlin furrowed his brow, “Probably since... before you even heard about it.”
Morgana bit back a smile, but Gwen saw it and reached out and hit her on the leg. “Oh. You’re getting me off track.”
“Then hit Merlin’s leg,” Morgana returned primly.
“Probably hard for her to tell the difference in the dark,” Arthur muttered, eyes on the road. "You've let your winter coat grow in, I expect."
Morgana flipped him off.
“Oi, I saw that.”
"Maybe you should try watching the road."
Gwen rolled her eyes at Merlin.“Back to the point - we all got that message. But there’s really something off about this whole thing.”
“Like?”
Gwen groaned.
“Arthur-”
“They didn’t ask for anything,” Morgana realized.
“Exactly.”
“And how many people even know about the accident?” Merlin added.
“And how many knew that you were driving?”
“And why wait til now, months later?” Morgana sighed. "Why not confront us at Gaius' eightieth?"
“No one even knew I was in the country,” Arthur said slowly. “How’d they know to send that picture to me as well?”
“They’ve just been waiting,” Gwen concluded. “Waiting for the right time. So the most important question is - why now?”
Morgana peered into the darkness at the shapes swishing by, “And also: why is Arthur driving us halfway to Scotland?”
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(I am very rusty at writing - and you can tell, sorry. I don't know what this mess is...and OH GOD a list for little ol me? How excessive.)
Piper is right this is so you! I love the unique way you write! And the last line made me lol a lot! Because I just have a feeling Morgana wishes she was driving!
I love the banter, you are such a pro at that always! And I love how they're all so sleuthing everything out at the end. Then Morgana with the ending question, perfect. So fun this one, just like you!
Arthur’s voice cut through the silence like an air horn.
“Can somebody please tell me why everyone’s sulking?”
In the passenger seat beside him, Gwen leant her head against the window, and pulled her coat further around her shoulders.
In back, Morgana and Merlin traded a look, before Morgana sneered and went back to scanning her emails on her phone.
Frowning, Merlin narrowed his eyes.
“Why is she here again?” He sat forward, his hand touching Gwen’s shoulder to get her attention.
Morgana’s crimson lips spread in a sneer. “Seriously?”
“Don’t start,” Gwen mumbled into her scarf, closing her eyes.
“All of this is pretty telling, really. Merlin kills someone and gets blackmailed and we form a fucking search party..or whatever this is.”
“Morgana. He didn’t-”
“Least, not yet,” Arthur cut in, his eyes moving over to Gwen. “That guy could still come out of his coma.”
“Do you really, really, want to bring up the past?” Merlin asked, ignoring Arthur and turning on Morgana. “We would need a bloody great Atlas to show where all your bodies are buried.”
Gwen clicked her jaw, pressing her forehead to the cool glass. “I think I'm beginning to loathe reunions.”
Arthur looked over, than back at the road, “Didn’t you miss anything from the old days?” he asked quietly.
Before Gwen could answer, Morgana scoffed. “Like the police?”
“Or Morgana’s dazzling personality?”
Morgana reached over and pinched Merlin’s cheek. “Said the murderer.”
Merlin batted her away, “Takes one to know one.”
“Didn’t even get to have any champagne,” Gwen mused, checking her watch. “Or get to say goodbye to Gwaine and Leon.”
“No big loss then,” Arthur said, trying to get her to smile. “You say hello to Gwaine and he thinks you’re coming on to him. I don’t even want to consider what he thinks goodbye means.”
Silence.
He turned to find her staring out into the night. "Uh Earth to Gwen." Nothing. "Guinevere, this is your captain speaking-"
Gwen turned her head, looking thoughtful, “You know, you started with the wrong question.”
“And the right one would be?” Morgana prompted, looking coolly interested.
Gwen met her eyes in the rearview mirror, “How someone knew we’d all be there.”
“It was our ten year reunion.”
“No,” Gwen looked over her shoulder, “I wasn’t going to attend.” She ignored the grunt Arthur made. “I only decided to when my flight fell through - I’m meant to be on my way to Chile.”
Merlin leaned into her line of sight, “New dig?”
“Commissioned by the Chilean government,” Gwen smiled, pleased. “Do you know how long I’ve been campaigning them to let me at that new settlement site they stumbled on last year?”
Merlin furrowed his brow, “Probably since... before you even heard about it.”
Morgana bit back a smile, but Gwen saw it and reached out and hit her on the leg. “Oh. You’re getting me off track.”
“Then hit Merlin’s leg,” Morgana returned primly.
“Probably hard for her to tell the difference in the dark,” Arthur muttered, eyes on the road. "You've let your winter coat grow in, I expect."
Morgana flipped him off.
“Oi, I saw that.”
"Maybe you should try watching the road."
Gwen rolled her eyes at Merlin.“Back to the point - we all got that message. But there’s really something off about this whole thing.”
“Like?”
Gwen groaned.
“Arthur-”
“They didn’t ask for anything,” Morgana realized.
“Exactly.”
“And how many people even know about the accident?” Merlin added.
“And how many knew that you were driving?”
“And why wait til now, months later?” Morgana sighed. "Why not confront us at Gaius' eightieth?"
“No one even knew I was in the country,” Arthur said slowly. “How’d they know to send that picture to me as well?”
“They’ve just been waiting,” Gwen concluded. “Waiting for the right time. So the most important question is - why now?”
Morgana peered into the darkness at the shapes swishing by, “And also: why is Arthur driving us halfway to Scotland?”
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(I am very rusty at writing - and you can tell, sorry. I don't know what this mess is...and OH GOD a list for little ol me? How excessive.)
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