The Future is Now (Chapter 33)
Author: sidhe_faerie
Title: The Future Is Now (Chapter 33)
Rating: PG
Pairing/s:
Character/s: Luther (Uther), Morgause
Summary: Luther makes a call to confirm something he already knows.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 534
Prompt: 357 Goals
Author's Notes:
Chapter 33
In an office in London, Morgause picked up the ringing phone on her desk. “Yes?”
“Morgause, we need to talk.” Luther Drake's voice on the other end informed her.
Morgause let out an annoyed sigh. “Luther Drake. What would I possibly want to talk to you about?” Morgause put down her pen and turned to look out her office window.
Luther got to the point. “I’m calling about the boy. About your son.”
“You've never shown any interest in him before. You swore he wasn't yours. My sister warned me about you and I didn’t listen. Vivianne obviously knew you better than I ever did. Well she's dead and you have your daughter, don't you? How is my lovely niece?”
“Morgana is well.” There was a pause. “I didn't believe the boy was mine. I still don't. You were seeing that thug who ran around in leather pants. The one with the pirate name. Sinbad?”
“Cenred. His name was Cenred and he wasn't a thug. He was just well connected.” Morgause rolled her eyes. “Luther, I don't have time for your nonsense. l am busy. Get on with it. What do you want?”
“What is his name Morgause? What is the boy's name?”
“His name is Mordred. I told you that the night you stormed out. Remember that night Luther? You called me a whore and told me to leave Cardiff.” Morgause turned back to her desk. “Why are you calling me now? Why do you want to know my son’s name? Are you going to pay his uni fees? Pay all the support he is owed? Finally acknowledge him?”
There was a pause then Luther finally spoke. “No. I just wanted to make sure that I knew his name.”
“Luther you wouldn't have called me without a reason. I don’t believe it’s just because you want to know my son's name.” Morgause was suspicious now. She knew Luther was up to something. “Tell me what are you really calling about?”
“Arthur is taking on the title. He has goals for the future, but I just wanted to make sure you weren't going to interfere. This is important to him, Morgause. It's important to me as well.”
“How would I ruin his plans?” Morgause gelled into the phone. “Right! By bringing my bastard to his doorstep. Arthur wouldn't care anymore than you do. He doesn't even know about my son, does he?”
“No. He doesn't. Sorry to have bothered you.”
The line went dead. Morgause stared at the phone.
Luther sat in his office in Cardiff. He knew Morgause was suspicious by the tone in her voice. He laid the phone down and started to think of a way he could tell Arthur about Mordred.
There was only one way to go. Luther had to tell Arthur about the boy who could be his brother. He wasn't sure Mordred was the enemy of Arthurs from the Prophecy but he couldn't take a chance.
Morgause was a different story. Her chief goal had been to set up her son with a title. Luther did not believe that had changed in the last eighteen years. Now it was his goal to protect Arthur from his mistakes.
Title: The Future Is Now (Chapter 33)
Rating: PG
Pairing/s:
Character/s: Luther (Uther), Morgause
Summary: Luther makes a call to confirm something he already knows.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 534
Prompt: 357 Goals
Author's Notes:
Chapter 33
In an office in London, Morgause picked up the ringing phone on her desk. “Yes?”
“Morgause, we need to talk.” Luther Drake's voice on the other end informed her.
Morgause let out an annoyed sigh. “Luther Drake. What would I possibly want to talk to you about?” Morgause put down her pen and turned to look out her office window.
Luther got to the point. “I’m calling about the boy. About your son.”
“You've never shown any interest in him before. You swore he wasn't yours. My sister warned me about you and I didn’t listen. Vivianne obviously knew you better than I ever did. Well she's dead and you have your daughter, don't you? How is my lovely niece?”
“Morgana is well.” There was a pause. “I didn't believe the boy was mine. I still don't. You were seeing that thug who ran around in leather pants. The one with the pirate name. Sinbad?”
“Cenred. His name was Cenred and he wasn't a thug. He was just well connected.” Morgause rolled her eyes. “Luther, I don't have time for your nonsense. l am busy. Get on with it. What do you want?”
“What is his name Morgause? What is the boy's name?”
“His name is Mordred. I told you that the night you stormed out. Remember that night Luther? You called me a whore and told me to leave Cardiff.” Morgause turned back to her desk. “Why are you calling me now? Why do you want to know my son’s name? Are you going to pay his uni fees? Pay all the support he is owed? Finally acknowledge him?”
There was a pause then Luther finally spoke. “No. I just wanted to make sure that I knew his name.”
“Luther you wouldn't have called me without a reason. I don’t believe it’s just because you want to know my son's name.” Morgause was suspicious now. She knew Luther was up to something. “Tell me what are you really calling about?”
“Arthur is taking on the title. He has goals for the future, but I just wanted to make sure you weren't going to interfere. This is important to him, Morgause. It's important to me as well.”
“How would I ruin his plans?” Morgause gelled into the phone. “Right! By bringing my bastard to his doorstep. Arthur wouldn't care anymore than you do. He doesn't even know about my son, does he?”
“No. He doesn't. Sorry to have bothered you.”
The line went dead. Morgause stared at the phone.
Luther sat in his office in Cardiff. He knew Morgause was suspicious by the tone in her voice. He laid the phone down and started to think of a way he could tell Arthur about Mordred.
There was only one way to go. Luther had to tell Arthur about the boy who could be his brother. He wasn't sure Mordred was the enemy of Arthurs from the Prophecy but he couldn't take a chance.
Morgause was a different story. Her chief goal had been to set up her son with a title. Luther did not believe that had changed in the last eighteen years. Now it was his goal to protect Arthur from his mistakes.