Someone Like You- Gwen's Fancies 3
Rating: PG
Pairing/s: Arthur/Gwen
Character/s: Gwen, Lancelot
Summary: In 4.9, Lance shakes off his programming after Agravaine gives him the bracelet. He visits Gwen for a couple different reasons.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 767
Author's Notes: Based off Adele's song by the same title, which I only own on itunes LOL. I was really listening to it one day and found it fit G/L here very well.
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After Agravaine left, Lancelot pocketed the trinket and walked slowly back to Merlin’s room. Once there, he closed the door and pulled out the bracelet. He could just feel something odd about it. Agravaine hadn’t told him anything specific about it, just that Gwen would fall in love with him again if she wore it.
But wasn’t she in love with Arthur? And engaged to marry him? He could see it on their faces. He hadn't missed the way Arthur sat Gwen on his right and covered her hand with his. Could some enchanted trinket change love as true as that?
Lancelot suddenly felt sick to his stomach and a wave of dizziness washed through him. When he snapped out of it, his head felt clearer than
it had since before he died. He could remember everything from before then and everything after. And what was he supposed to be doing here? Breaking up Arthur and Gwen. Then Arthur would be depressed without her, the kingdom would suffer and be easier for Morgana to overthrow. Oh no.
He stood; he had to tell someone, anyone, so he left the little room. But no one, not even Gaius, was in the outer room. Everyone would be busy, except maybe the one person he wanted to see; not so he could seduce her, but genuinely wish her well. She and Arthur were meant to be and Lancelot-I should still be dead.
Lancelot left Gaius’s chambers and walked down to the lower town, to a familiar little wooden house. He knocked on the door and Gwen opened it, looking surprised to see him. “I wasn't sure I'd find you here. I thought you might have rooms in the palace,” he told her.
“I want to stay here as long as I can. It may not be much, but it's my home,” she replied.
“May I come in?” She looked a little wary at that, unsure of his motives. “I hate to turn up uninvited, but I couldn’t stay away.”
“Come in then.” She stepped out of the way and closed the door behind him, but didn’t speak. In fact, she looked away, suddenly uncertain.
“You don’t have to be shy with me. We’re still friends, aren’t we?”
“We are, and I am pleased to see you.” She sat at her table.
He sat too, but not close to her, and hesitated before he spoke. “Gwen, I’ve tried, but I can’t fight how I feel about you. In fact, I’d hoped you’d see me and be reminded that it isn’t over for me.”
“Lancelot, you know that I’m engaged to Arthur and due to be married in a matter of days. I did love you like that once, but now I only feel friendship. Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead.”
“Gwen, I know that and I don’t want to take you from Arthur. I wanted to say that should I remain alive, I hope I’ll find someone like you.”
“’Should you remain alive,’ what?”
“I’ll explain later.” He cleared his throat and took her hand. “I wanted to say that I wish nothing but the best for you and Arthur.”
“I never thought I'd see you again,” she said, changing the subject.
He was a little put off, but caught up. “I know. I thought the same.”
“When I heard what you'd done, I felt so guilty.”
“No, you shouldn’t.”
“You were protecting Arthur, just as I'd asked.” He nodded. “If it weren't for you, there'd be no wedding. There are no words to thank you enough.”
“There is no need for that. I did what I felt was right in my heart. You taught me that and how to be true to myself. You will make a wonderful queen-your love for your people is surpassed only by your love for Arthur.”
She blinked up at him, surprised. “Thank you Lancelot.”
“Gwen, there is something else I must tell you . . .” he went on to explain Morgana’s plan, how she’d called him from the dead and commanded him to break her and Arthur apart. He also explained how he’d “woken up” and when Morgana found out, she’d probably kill him.
“Oh, Lancelot. Isn’t there anything we can do for you?”
“I don’t belong here Gwen; please let whatever comes, come. Just don’t forget me, please.”
Tears came to her eyes. “I won’t. Goodbye, Lancelot.”
“Goodbye Gwen.” As he left the house, he thought, I'll remember what you said, “Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead.” Just like it does now.
Pairing/s: Arthur/Gwen
Character/s: Gwen, Lancelot
Summary: In 4.9, Lance shakes off his programming after Agravaine gives him the bracelet. He visits Gwen for a couple different reasons.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 767
Author's Notes: Based off Adele's song by the same title, which I only own on itunes LOL. I was really listening to it one day and found it fit G/L here very well.
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After Agravaine left, Lancelot pocketed the trinket and walked slowly back to Merlin’s room. Once there, he closed the door and pulled out the bracelet. He could just feel something odd about it. Agravaine hadn’t told him anything specific about it, just that Gwen would fall in love with him again if she wore it.
But wasn’t she in love with Arthur? And engaged to marry him? He could see it on their faces. He hadn't missed the way Arthur sat Gwen on his right and covered her hand with his. Could some enchanted trinket change love as true as that?
Lancelot suddenly felt sick to his stomach and a wave of dizziness washed through him. When he snapped out of it, his head felt clearer than
it had since before he died. He could remember everything from before then and everything after. And what was he supposed to be doing here? Breaking up Arthur and Gwen. Then Arthur would be depressed without her, the kingdom would suffer and be easier for Morgana to overthrow. Oh no.
He stood; he had to tell someone, anyone, so he left the little room. But no one, not even Gaius, was in the outer room. Everyone would be busy, except maybe the one person he wanted to see; not so he could seduce her, but genuinely wish her well. She and Arthur were meant to be and Lancelot-I should still be dead.
Lancelot left Gaius’s chambers and walked down to the lower town, to a familiar little wooden house. He knocked on the door and Gwen opened it, looking surprised to see him. “I wasn't sure I'd find you here. I thought you might have rooms in the palace,” he told her.
“I want to stay here as long as I can. It may not be much, but it's my home,” she replied.
“May I come in?” She looked a little wary at that, unsure of his motives. “I hate to turn up uninvited, but I couldn’t stay away.”
“Come in then.” She stepped out of the way and closed the door behind him, but didn’t speak. In fact, she looked away, suddenly uncertain.
“You don’t have to be shy with me. We’re still friends, aren’t we?”
“We are, and I am pleased to see you.” She sat at her table.
He sat too, but not close to her, and hesitated before he spoke. “Gwen, I’ve tried, but I can’t fight how I feel about you. In fact, I’d hoped you’d see me and be reminded that it isn’t over for me.”
“Lancelot, you know that I’m engaged to Arthur and due to be married in a matter of days. I did love you like that once, but now I only feel friendship. Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead.”
“Gwen, I know that and I don’t want to take you from Arthur. I wanted to say that should I remain alive, I hope I’ll find someone like you.”
“’Should you remain alive,’ what?”
“I’ll explain later.” He cleared his throat and took her hand. “I wanted to say that I wish nothing but the best for you and Arthur.”
“I never thought I'd see you again,” she said, changing the subject.
He was a little put off, but caught up. “I know. I thought the same.”
“When I heard what you'd done, I felt so guilty.”
“No, you shouldn’t.”
“You were protecting Arthur, just as I'd asked.” He nodded. “If it weren't for you, there'd be no wedding. There are no words to thank you enough.”
“There is no need for that. I did what I felt was right in my heart. You taught me that and how to be true to myself. You will make a wonderful queen-your love for your people is surpassed only by your love for Arthur.”
She blinked up at him, surprised. “Thank you Lancelot.”
“Gwen, there is something else I must tell you . . .” he went on to explain Morgana’s plan, how she’d called him from the dead and commanded him to break her and Arthur apart. He also explained how he’d “woken up” and when Morgana found out, she’d probably kill him.
“Oh, Lancelot. Isn’t there anything we can do for you?”
“I don’t belong here Gwen; please let whatever comes, come. Just don’t forget me, please.”
Tears came to her eyes. “I won’t. Goodbye, Lancelot.”
“Goodbye Gwen.” As he left the house, he thought, I'll remember what you said, “Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead.” Just like it does now.