It was warm. The room. And just dimly lit. As she slowly examined her surroundings with her eyes she noticed that two pillows were stuck behind her head and the covers were wrapped around her like someone had put them into position purposely. At her bedside was a roll away table filled with fruits, scones and even an egg sandwich next to a steaming pot of tea.
And beyond was noise. Lots of low toned voices.
Carefully Gwen sat up in the bed, rubbing her eyes to full wakefulness, and rubbing her still empty stomach, peering around. The voices were coming from a few rooms down no doubt. She knew she should eat, but also she should find out where she was, right? Gwen rubbed her head with her fingers, trying to figure out what was happening, gradually recalling the earlier events of the day. They flashed past her eyes like some wild dream.
“It has to be a dream. Nothing this mad happened even on MI5 Mysteries.”
She carefully stepped out of the bed, wrapping her sweater around her gillyflower dress. The countryside apparently was feeling a bit less of the sticky summer heatwave.
The voices grew sharper and clearer a she stepped into the room that held them. Five faces turned, regarding her questioningly, except for one.
“Guinevere.” Arthur’s smile was reassuring as he rushed over and helped her to stand straight. Gwen was feeling wobbly at best. Her stomach let out a loud growl that he frowned at. “There’s plenty there for you to eat. Did you touch any of it?”
She shook her head wearily, looking down and seeing she wasn’t wearing shoes, becoming aware of it for the first time. He even removed her shoes. What kind of chivalrous man was this MI5 knight?
“No. I heard the voices.” Gwen shook her head dizzily, asking, “Who are they?”
“These are them. My knights.” Arthur started introducing her to each one. “Gwaine.”
“Charmed.” Gwen stated with an indulgent bow which Arthur rolled his eyes at.
“Gwaine could charm the prickles off a porcupine.”
Gwen nodded with a curious smile as Arthur gestured to a tall-broad sized man, with gentle eyes and a kind smile.
“And this is Percy. Dangerous to be on his wrong side, but you should have no problem with that.”
“Hello Gwen.”
“Hi.” She waved, pretending she wasn’t clinging to Arthur’s arm too tightly as he did nothing to shake her hand off.
Arthur turned a bit and Gwen moved with him. He touched her clinging hand now with his own, giving it a sort of awkward pat. “And this is Leon the Lion. Might as well be with all that wild hair.”
Leon smiled cordially at Gwen. “You saved us today. We’re in your debt.”
Arthur smirked as Gwen took Leon’s offered hand and shook it. She could feel Arthur’s lips at her ear as he whispered, “Leon’s as medieval as modern times can get. I swear he’s all about service and honor. But you would find no man more faithful than he.”
The next man was painfully thin with wane skin, gorgeous blue eyes, and dark waves of messy short hair.
“Last and certainly least is Merlin.”
“Clotpole.”
Arthur simply laughed. “As you can see he has no muscle to brag about. But what Merlin has up here…” Arthur pointed to his brain. “Is astonishing. I jested earlier. He’s not the least at all. Merlin is like the sorcerer of the MI5. He makes things happen that I would swear was magic if I didn’t see him scientifically create it.”
“Hi Merlin.”
“Hi Gwen.”
Remembering it, Gwen asked Arthur with dread in her eyes. “What about the bomb? Was I just imagining things?”
“No.” Arthur told her, picking it up from a table in the center of the room.
Gwen gasped, but then Leon told her. “Oh it doesn’t have any power. You see that’s the curious thing Gwen.”
Gwaine was grinning. “It failed.”
Percy added in dryly, “But so did we.”
Arthur nodded with a heavy nod of his head. “So we did. But we still have time.”
Part III: Meet the Team
It was warm. The room. And just dimly lit. As she slowly examined her surroundings with her eyes she noticed that two pillows were stuck behind her head and the covers were wrapped around her like someone had put them into position purposely. At her bedside was a roll away table filled with fruits, scones and even an egg sandwich next to a steaming pot of tea.
And beyond was noise. Lots of low toned voices.
Carefully Gwen sat up in the bed, rubbing her eyes to full wakefulness, and rubbing her still empty stomach, peering around. The voices were coming from a few rooms down no doubt. She knew she should eat, but also she should find out where she was, right? Gwen rubbed her head with her fingers, trying to figure out what was happening, gradually recalling the earlier events of the day. They flashed past her eyes like some wild dream.
“It has to be a dream. Nothing this mad happened even on MI5 Mysteries.”
She carefully stepped out of the bed, wrapping her sweater around her gillyflower dress. The countryside apparently was feeling a bit less of the sticky summer heatwave.
The voices grew sharper and clearer a she stepped into the room that held them. Five faces turned, regarding her questioningly, except for one.
“Guinevere.” Arthur’s smile was reassuring as he rushed over and helped her to stand straight. Gwen was feeling wobbly at best. Her stomach let out a loud growl that he frowned at. “There’s plenty there for you to eat. Did you touch any of it?”
She shook her head wearily, looking down and seeing she wasn’t wearing shoes, becoming aware of it for the first time. He even removed her shoes. What kind of chivalrous man was this MI5 knight?
“No. I heard the voices.” Gwen shook her head dizzily, asking, “Who are they?”
“These are them. My knights.” Arthur started introducing her to each one. “Gwaine.”
“Charmed.” Gwen stated with an indulgent bow which Arthur rolled his eyes at.
“Gwaine could charm the prickles off a porcupine.”
Gwen nodded with a curious smile as Arthur gestured to a tall-broad sized man, with gentle eyes and a kind smile.
“And this is Percy. Dangerous to be on his wrong side, but you should have no problem with that.”
“Hello Gwen.”
“Hi.” She waved, pretending she wasn’t clinging to Arthur’s arm too tightly as he did nothing to shake her hand off.
Arthur turned a bit and Gwen moved with him. He touched her clinging hand now with his own, giving it a sort of awkward pat. “And this is Leon the Lion. Might as well be with all that wild hair.”
Leon smiled cordially at Gwen. “You saved us today. We’re in your debt.”
Arthur smirked as Gwen took Leon’s offered hand and shook it. She could feel Arthur’s lips at her ear as he whispered, “Leon’s as medieval as modern times can get. I swear he’s all about service and honor. But you would find no man more faithful than he.”
The next man was painfully thin with wane skin, gorgeous blue eyes, and dark waves of messy short hair.
“Last and certainly least is Merlin.”
“Clotpole.”
Arthur simply laughed. “As you can see he has no muscle to brag about. But what Merlin has up here…” Arthur pointed to his brain. “Is astonishing. I jested earlier. He’s not the least at all. Merlin is like the sorcerer of the MI5. He makes things happen that I would swear was magic if I didn’t see him scientifically create it.”
“Hi Merlin.”
“Hi Gwen.”
Remembering it, Gwen asked Arthur with dread in her eyes. “What about the bomb? Was I just imagining things?”
“No.” Arthur told her, picking it up from a table in the center of the room.
Gwen gasped, but then Leon told her. “Oh it doesn’t have any power. You see that’s the curious thing Gwen.”
Gwaine was grinning. “It failed.”
Percy added in dryly, “But so did we.”
Arthur nodded with a heavy nod of his head. “So we did. But we still have time.”
“Not much Arthur.”
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