Only One She Can Trust
Title: Ony One She Can Trust
Pairing: Merlin/Gwen friendship (in a way)
Word Count: 755
Rating: G
Summary: What I would like to see from 5x07. Merwen feels to soothe your shipper heart.
Warnings: Spoilers for 5x06
The knights were filing out of the room looking more pleased than Gwen over her discovery of the poison bottles; they talked and joked with each other loudly as they all jostled for the door, Arthur in the rear.
“Coming dear?” Arthur asked, hand on the door.
She smiled at him. “I’m right behind you,” she said, and he nodded and left.
She waited until she was sure they were alone before turning around.
Merlin melted out from the shadows of the pillar he had been leaning against.
“Merlin,” she said, in a voice that would freeze the ocean itself.
He was completely unaffected; he walked over to her with the supremest confidence, as though she had not had him thrown in a dungeon to await execution as a traitor only the night before.
“Gwen,” he said, a trace of mockery in his voice; and then abruptly, it was gone.
“I wanted to say,” he said, “that whatever Morgana did to you, whatever you suffered in that tower - I’m here for you.”
It was such a turnaround from what she had been expecting that for a moment, the world felt like it was moving beneath her feet; black bled into the colour of the hall around her, and she was back there - back in that tower, looking at another version of Merlin that had seemed comforting too only to almost morph into something almost animal a moment later.
“No!” she cried, and Merlin jerked in surprise.
“You can’t make me believe you again,” she whispered, and ran out of the room leaving a stunned Merlin in her wake.
***
She knew he was a threat. He would find a way to tell Arthur, and she couldn’t let that happen.
Subsequently, she had to be with Arthur almost every minute of every day to prevent Merlin having any time alone with him in which he might voice his suspicions.
Merlin had clearly come to the same come to the same conclusion about leaving Arthur alone with Gwen, because he was with them from sunup to sundown.
If Arthur noticed the tension between Merlin and Gwen he didn’t say anything. He either didn’t see or didn’t comment on their growing silence, the increased amount of time they spent communicating through looks alone - for Gwen had never noticed how good Merlin was at speaking silently before.
She would pour Arthur a glass of wine; Merlin would say “I will not let you poison him again” with his eyes.
She would touch Arthur’s hand; Merlin would articulate “I’m not going to let you kill him” as clearly as if he had spoken.
And underneath every look, an even clearer message; “Let me help you.”
Gwen turned her face away from him every time.
***
She didn’t have time to meet up with Morgana again because she couldn’t risk Arthur being alone with Merlin.
She grew increasingly aware of just how long he’d been alive since her last attempt; his every passing breath increased her anxiety about her ability to do what needed to be done.
In desperation, she picked up a small, but carefully sharpened letter opener; smiling sweetly at Arthur, she called him over by the desk, figuring she could run from the room, re-enter and pretend she’d found him stabbed to death. Maybe she could even blame Merlin again.
But before Arthur had turned around, another hand had closed over hers; she started and whirled around, and there was Merlin. She inhaled sharply, preparing for a fight, but he only shook his head in warning, with a sad look on his face, and pocketed the knife.
***
She couldn’t help it, the rage was building inside her like a rising tide of poison.
She had been so close! So close, and thwarted at the last minute again. She threw a glass against the wall and almost screamed in fury.
The door opened and she whirled around - and of course, it was him.
“YOU!” she shouted, beyond caring who might hear.
“I will defeat you.”
He looked at her steadily.
“And I will save you.”
She pushed past him and left him to clean up the mess, choking back tears.
He didn’t mean it. He couldn’t help her. He was evil, she’d learned that in the tower.
She paused by the window and drew a deep, calming breath, so nobody could see her anguish.
Morgana would fix it.
Morgana would be the one to help her.
She was the only one she could trust.
Pairing: Merlin/Gwen friendship (in a way)
Word Count: 755
Rating: G
Summary: What I would like to see from 5x07. Merwen feels to soothe your shipper heart.
Warnings: Spoilers for 5x06
The knights were filing out of the room looking more pleased than Gwen over her discovery of the poison bottles; they talked and joked with each other loudly as they all jostled for the door, Arthur in the rear.
“Coming dear?” Arthur asked, hand on the door.
She smiled at him. “I’m right behind you,” she said, and he nodded and left.
She waited until she was sure they were alone before turning around.
Merlin melted out from the shadows of the pillar he had been leaning against.
“Merlin,” she said, in a voice that would freeze the ocean itself.
He was completely unaffected; he walked over to her with the supremest confidence, as though she had not had him thrown in a dungeon to await execution as a traitor only the night before.
“Gwen,” he said, a trace of mockery in his voice; and then abruptly, it was gone.
“I wanted to say,” he said, “that whatever Morgana did to you, whatever you suffered in that tower - I’m here for you.”
It was such a turnaround from what she had been expecting that for a moment, the world felt like it was moving beneath her feet; black bled into the colour of the hall around her, and she was back there - back in that tower, looking at another version of Merlin that had seemed comforting too only to almost morph into something almost animal a moment later.
“No!” she cried, and Merlin jerked in surprise.
“You can’t make me believe you again,” she whispered, and ran out of the room leaving a stunned Merlin in her wake.
***
She knew he was a threat. He would find a way to tell Arthur, and she couldn’t let that happen.
Subsequently, she had to be with Arthur almost every minute of every day to prevent Merlin having any time alone with him in which he might voice his suspicions.
Merlin had clearly come to the same come to the same conclusion about leaving Arthur alone with Gwen, because he was with them from sunup to sundown.
If Arthur noticed the tension between Merlin and Gwen he didn’t say anything. He either didn’t see or didn’t comment on their growing silence, the increased amount of time they spent communicating through looks alone - for Gwen had never noticed how good Merlin was at speaking silently before.
She would pour Arthur a glass of wine; Merlin would say “I will not let you poison him again” with his eyes.
She would touch Arthur’s hand; Merlin would articulate “I’m not going to let you kill him” as clearly as if he had spoken.
And underneath every look, an even clearer message; “Let me help you.”
Gwen turned her face away from him every time.
***
She didn’t have time to meet up with Morgana again because she couldn’t risk Arthur being alone with Merlin.
She grew increasingly aware of just how long he’d been alive since her last attempt; his every passing breath increased her anxiety about her ability to do what needed to be done.
In desperation, she picked up a small, but carefully sharpened letter opener; smiling sweetly at Arthur, she called him over by the desk, figuring she could run from the room, re-enter and pretend she’d found him stabbed to death. Maybe she could even blame Merlin again.
But before Arthur had turned around, another hand had closed over hers; she started and whirled around, and there was Merlin. She inhaled sharply, preparing for a fight, but he only shook his head in warning, with a sad look on his face, and pocketed the knife.
***
She couldn’t help it, the rage was building inside her like a rising tide of poison.
She had been so close! So close, and thwarted at the last minute again. She threw a glass against the wall and almost screamed in fury.
The door opened and she whirled around - and of course, it was him.
“YOU!” she shouted, beyond caring who might hear.
“I will defeat you.”
He looked at her steadily.
“And I will save you.”
She pushed past him and left him to clean up the mess, choking back tears.
He didn’t mean it. He couldn’t help her. He was evil, she’d learned that in the tower.
She paused by the window and drew a deep, calming breath, so nobody could see her anguish.
Morgana would fix it.
Morgana would be the one to help her.
She was the only one she could trust.