The One With The Bodies - A Silly Merlin RPF (Part 1)
Title: The One With The Bodies (Part 1)
Category: General (RPF)
Characters: Colin Morgan, Bradley James, Katie McGrath, Angel Coulby
Rating: R
Summary: This is the story of how Colin Morgan became Bradley James and how Bradley James became Colin Morgan
Author's Notes: I hardly write RPF, but this idea was in my head for months, so I've decided to give it a try. Dedicated to ungalad for her birthday. Happy birthday!! :)
The One With The Bodies
Part 1
There are days when you know that there’s something wrong without even getting out of your bed. When only opening your eyes is enough to know that something is not alright.
It was a day like this, although I couldn’t really put my finger on what the problem was. I couldn’t until I crawled out to the bathroom, tempted by the thought to skip work that day and go back to bed.
I washed my face, and when I looked into the mirror, came the shock, because Bradley was staring back at me, with eyes widened as if he couldn’t believe what he saw.
“What the hell?!” I heard his voice coming from my mouth! What the hell, indeed!
I quickly raised a hand to touch my face and Bradley also touched his in the mirror. This could mean only one thing: we must have swapped bodies somehow.
“You’ve got to be kidding me! You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” I burst out, shaking my head.
I was freaking out. Im my mind I was still Colin, but my body, my voice - all the physical things basically, was all Bradley’s.
What if he doesn’t have my body? Then where is it? What is this sorcery?!
Without even bothering to get dressed, I rushed out of my room, but before I could have reached Bradley’s, Angel appeared on the corridor.
“Up at 5.30?” she raised a brow in surprise. “Are you sick?”
“What? No!” I replied quickly, and I was about to add that I had never had problem with getting up early, but then I realised that she thought I was Bradley. Which made me remember why I was out there. “I have to prove a point,” I said, walking towards Bradley’s room.
“Are you alright?” Angel asked seeing me knocking on the door.
Despite the early hour she noticed that there was something wrong. Although it wasn’t difficult after watching Bradley James knocking on his own door.
“Yes,” I answered a little nervously, and then: “No, I’m not. But I can’t explain it right now, it’s too...”
“BLOODY HELL!” we heard from inside, in my voice.
I’ve found my body! Yayy! Thank God, I thought, relieved; however, the biggest problem was still about to solve: how could we turn everything back to normal?
As the door opened, came the second shock, when I faced myself. Oh my God, was I always that white?
It was like looking in the mirror, but it was absolutely terrifying, since I was standing there, flesh and blood in front of myself! I could have even touched me if I’d wanted to!
“Bloody hell!” I heard my voice again. It seemed Bradley had the same shock as I had, while Angel was staring at us, having no idea what was going on.
To be honest, nor did we.
“Come in,” Bradley finally managed to say, so we both entered his room. “What the hell is going on?” he burst out as soon as he closed the door. “You are me!” he pointed at me with his finger. Or well, with my finger, actually. “Why did you steal my body?”
What? That I stole his body? No way!
“Why did you stole mine?” I asked, on the edge of freaking out again.
I would have never stolen his body! I’m perfectly fine with my own! Okay, once I had said that I would like to spend more time with him, but I hadn’t meant this!
“Because I can’t accept the fact that the show’s going to end and I can’t live without you!” he replied and for a moment I didn’t know what to say. I mean, with the others we were joking a lot about not being able to live apart, but it didn’t sound as a joke at all. Then I realised he was being sarcastic.
“Really? Me neither!” I replied, with the same amount of sarcasm.
And that was the moment when Angel started to laugh. It wasn’t her normal laughter, but a rather awkward one.
“Well-played, guys, really!” she said. “You’ve almost got me this time!”
I threw a glance at Bradley, then we both looked at Angel. She must have thought it was some kind of prank. Knowing us, it would have been a reasonable explanation, except that it wasn’t.
“Do you think it’s a prank?” Bradley asked.
Angel bit her lower lip; it seemed she wasn’t entirely sure about it; perhaps she sensed that our nervousness was real. However, she decided to give it another try:
“You can stop it now, really.”
Maybe we shouldn’t have made all those silly jokes on her, then she would believe us now. Or not?
At that moment Bradley stepped to her and whispered something into her ear. I saw Angel’s eyes widen and it made me want to go and find out what he was saying to her, what was there that I couldn’t know. However, I didn’t do anything, since I was more interested in how to get my body back than in Bradley’s secrets with Angel.
“Holy shit,” she said, with a pale face and eyes widened with astonishment as she realised that it wasn’t a prank. And these two words summed up our situation perfectly. Even Bradley, who always commented on Angel’s swearing didn’t say anything after it.
“What are you going to do?” she asked after looking at us from head to toe several times. She still could hardly believe what had happened.
However, it was her who pulled herself together first and started to make a plan, while we just got lost in our thoughts as we were trying to accept the fact that our bodies were no longer ours.
We decided not to tell anyone else about the body swap and pretend that I was Bradley and he was me, because it was the simplest way. However, I had no idea how I would learn his lines so quickly and I was more worried about how Bradley would learn mine, when he also forgot his own quite frequently.
After we settled this down, Bradley stepped to his wardrobe and took out a t-shirt and a pair of jeans - my outfit for today. What a luck that he couldn’t give me any stupid t-shirt, since everybody else would think that he was wearing it. The bright side of a body swap.
Oh my God, Bradley, have you ever used that thing called body lotion?! I thought as I bent down to scratch my - well, his - leg, while getting dressed.
“Be careful, it’s very sensitive,” Bradley said. “It will bleed.”
“It’s dry,” I told him. “You can use my body lotion.”
“Why don’t you use it?” he pointed it out, since now I was in his body.
“Good point,” I said, nodding my head and smiled at him.
Even though technically it seemed easy to act as if you were the other person, especially when you were working together for years, practically it wasn’t easy at all. Actually, acting like Arthur was much easier than acting like Bradley, and for him, it was the same. Doing his daily routine seemed to be more exhausting than anything I had ever done before.
Yes, daily routines are tricky, because you generally aren’t thinking about, for example, what you’re going to have for breakfast, just go and take what you eat every day - nothing special, really, but that is why it requires extra attention. However, sometimes your old habits are stronger, even though you know what the other person would do.
That’s why it could happen that during breakfast, the first thing Bradley put on his plate was a huge slice of ham and that he poured milk on his cereals. However, we only noticed it after sitting down. We shared a table with Katie, who actually had a day off, yet she was there, staring into a coffee cup with a sleepy head.
“Aren’t you on a day off?” Angel asked, surprised that she was up at such an early hour.
“I am, but an hour ago I got a wake up-call with some people singing Good Morning Starshine,” she told us, throwing an angry glance at the Knights of Camelot sitting at another table, chatting and laughing innocently, as if they had nothing to do with this issue.
“Bloody idiots,” Bradley said with a chuckle and I couldn’t help grinning either. A musical wake up-call? Classic.
“Colin, is that a ham or am I just too sleepy?” Katie asked, pointing at something on Bradley’s tray.
We both looked down at it and realised that there was indeed a ham and next to it there was a bowl of cereal with milk on the tray of a lactose-intolerant vegetarian. Great.
“Erm... we swapped trays,” Bradley said a bit nervously and I nodded my head, feeling that my face was turning red.
We quickly changed trays and as soon as Bradley put his in front of me, my stomach clenched. Do I have to eat that ham? I was still a vegetarian, despite being in Bradley’s body. I wondered if my lactose-intolerance had come with me as well.
It seemed I had no choice but to try it out, because it would be more than weird if Bradley left both the ham and the cereal on the tray. It wouldn’t be like him at all.
I didn’t even remember when was the last time I had drunk milk, so when I tasted it, it surprised me. I had forgotten its taste! And what was even more surprising that nothing happened after that.
“I’ve just drunk milk and I’m feeling alright!” I exclaimed. I was so fascinated that I completely forgot everything else around me.
The girls were looking at me in astonishment, while Bradley was only shaking his head a little, although I was sure that he’d rather be hitting his head against the table. Or my head.
“Erm, I... I had a little... erm...” I began, stammering, having no idea what to say as an excuse.
“Diarrhea,” Angel said, helping me out. She also ate the ham for which I would be grateful to her forever.
“Yes, yes, I had that yesterday,” I agreed, “but I’m much better now!”
Luckily, Bradley didn’t like saying certain words out loud, so it wasn’t surprising that he couldn’t say ‘diarrhea;’ however, Katie was suspicious since the trayswapping incident, so after we left the dining room, she asked us what had happened.
“You swapped bodies?!” she exclaimed with eyes widened and mouth dropped open.
She sat down on my bed, repeating those words. Then she checked me out from head to toe and did the same to Bradley. After that she glanced at Angel, who just nodded her head, assuring her that what she had just heard was the truth.
“You swapped bodies!” she said for at least the tenth time, still astonished. “Oh my God! I think I shouldn’t have read those spellbooks out loud.”
“What?” we all raised our eyebrows. Was it because of her?
No, no that couldn’t be, since in the spellbooks there weren’t actual spells. Once I found the instructions of how to change a flat tyre written with beautiful Medieval letters.
“Nothing,” Katie shook her head, then looked at both Bradley and me, trying to hide her chuckles. So good that at least she found it funny.
Okay, I would be laughing at it if it hadn’t happened to us, because let’s be honest, it’s a good story. But still...
“I’ll try my best to help you,” Katie said, taking her phone out of her jeans pocket.
“Are you going to cast a spell?” Bradley asked.
Have I told you yet that sometimes his mind is as brilliant as Arthur’s? Well, here you go.
“I’m going to look it up on the Internet and go to the library.”
Ladies and gentlemen, Katie MCGrath, the historian!
Category: General (RPF)
Characters: Colin Morgan, Bradley James, Katie McGrath, Angel Coulby
Rating: R
Summary: This is the story of how Colin Morgan became Bradley James and how Bradley James became Colin Morgan
Author's Notes: I hardly write RPF, but this idea was in my head for months, so I've decided to give it a try. Dedicated to ungalad for her birthday. Happy birthday!! :)
The One With The Bodies
Part 1
There are days when you know that there’s something wrong without even getting out of your bed. When only opening your eyes is enough to know that something is not alright.
It was a day like this, although I couldn’t really put my finger on what the problem was. I couldn’t until I crawled out to the bathroom, tempted by the thought to skip work that day and go back to bed.
I washed my face, and when I looked into the mirror, came the shock, because Bradley was staring back at me, with eyes widened as if he couldn’t believe what he saw.
“What the hell?!” I heard his voice coming from my mouth! What the hell, indeed!
I quickly raised a hand to touch my face and Bradley also touched his in the mirror. This could mean only one thing: we must have swapped bodies somehow.
“You’ve got to be kidding me! You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” I burst out, shaking my head.
I was freaking out. Im my mind I was still Colin, but my body, my voice - all the physical things basically, was all Bradley’s.
What if he doesn’t have my body? Then where is it? What is this sorcery?!
Without even bothering to get dressed, I rushed out of my room, but before I could have reached Bradley’s, Angel appeared on the corridor.
“Up at 5.30?” she raised a brow in surprise. “Are you sick?”
“What? No!” I replied quickly, and I was about to add that I had never had problem with getting up early, but then I realised that she thought I was Bradley. Which made me remember why I was out there. “I have to prove a point,” I said, walking towards Bradley’s room.
“Are you alright?” Angel asked seeing me knocking on the door.
Despite the early hour she noticed that there was something wrong. Although it wasn’t difficult after watching Bradley James knocking on his own door.
“Yes,” I answered a little nervously, and then: “No, I’m not. But I can’t explain it right now, it’s too...”
“BLOODY HELL!” we heard from inside, in my voice.
I’ve found my body! Yayy! Thank God, I thought, relieved; however, the biggest problem was still about to solve: how could we turn everything back to normal?
As the door opened, came the second shock, when I faced myself. Oh my God, was I always that white?
It was like looking in the mirror, but it was absolutely terrifying, since I was standing there, flesh and blood in front of myself! I could have even touched me if I’d wanted to!
“Bloody hell!” I heard my voice again. It seemed Bradley had the same shock as I had, while Angel was staring at us, having no idea what was going on.
To be honest, nor did we.
“Come in,” Bradley finally managed to say, so we both entered his room. “What the hell is going on?” he burst out as soon as he closed the door. “You are me!” he pointed at me with his finger. Or well, with my finger, actually. “Why did you steal my body?”
What? That I stole his body? No way!
“Why did you stole mine?” I asked, on the edge of freaking out again.
I would have never stolen his body! I’m perfectly fine with my own! Okay, once I had said that I would like to spend more time with him, but I hadn’t meant this!
“Because I can’t accept the fact that the show’s going to end and I can’t live without you!” he replied and for a moment I didn’t know what to say. I mean, with the others we were joking a lot about not being able to live apart, but it didn’t sound as a joke at all. Then I realised he was being sarcastic.
“Really? Me neither!” I replied, with the same amount of sarcasm.
And that was the moment when Angel started to laugh. It wasn’t her normal laughter, but a rather awkward one.
“Well-played, guys, really!” she said. “You’ve almost got me this time!”
I threw a glance at Bradley, then we both looked at Angel. She must have thought it was some kind of prank. Knowing us, it would have been a reasonable explanation, except that it wasn’t.
“Do you think it’s a prank?” Bradley asked.
Angel bit her lower lip; it seemed she wasn’t entirely sure about it; perhaps she sensed that our nervousness was real. However, she decided to give it another try:
“You can stop it now, really.”
Maybe we shouldn’t have made all those silly jokes on her, then she would believe us now. Or not?
At that moment Bradley stepped to her and whispered something into her ear. I saw Angel’s eyes widen and it made me want to go and find out what he was saying to her, what was there that I couldn’t know. However, I didn’t do anything, since I was more interested in how to get my body back than in Bradley’s secrets with Angel.
“Holy shit,” she said, with a pale face and eyes widened with astonishment as she realised that it wasn’t a prank. And these two words summed up our situation perfectly. Even Bradley, who always commented on Angel’s swearing didn’t say anything after it.
“What are you going to do?” she asked after looking at us from head to toe several times. She still could hardly believe what had happened.
However, it was her who pulled herself together first and started to make a plan, while we just got lost in our thoughts as we were trying to accept the fact that our bodies were no longer ours.
We decided not to tell anyone else about the body swap and pretend that I was Bradley and he was me, because it was the simplest way. However, I had no idea how I would learn his lines so quickly and I was more worried about how Bradley would learn mine, when he also forgot his own quite frequently.
After we settled this down, Bradley stepped to his wardrobe and took out a t-shirt and a pair of jeans - my outfit for today. What a luck that he couldn’t give me any stupid t-shirt, since everybody else would think that he was wearing it. The bright side of a body swap.
Oh my God, Bradley, have you ever used that thing called body lotion?! I thought as I bent down to scratch my - well, his - leg, while getting dressed.
“Be careful, it’s very sensitive,” Bradley said. “It will bleed.”
“It’s dry,” I told him. “You can use my body lotion.”
“Why don’t you use it?” he pointed it out, since now I was in his body.
“Good point,” I said, nodding my head and smiled at him.
Even though technically it seemed easy to act as if you were the other person, especially when you were working together for years, practically it wasn’t easy at all. Actually, acting like Arthur was much easier than acting like Bradley, and for him, it was the same. Doing his daily routine seemed to be more exhausting than anything I had ever done before.
Yes, daily routines are tricky, because you generally aren’t thinking about, for example, what you’re going to have for breakfast, just go and take what you eat every day - nothing special, really, but that is why it requires extra attention. However, sometimes your old habits are stronger, even though you know what the other person would do.
That’s why it could happen that during breakfast, the first thing Bradley put on his plate was a huge slice of ham and that he poured milk on his cereals. However, we only noticed it after sitting down. We shared a table with Katie, who actually had a day off, yet she was there, staring into a coffee cup with a sleepy head.
“Aren’t you on a day off?” Angel asked, surprised that she was up at such an early hour.
“I am, but an hour ago I got a wake up-call with some people singing Good Morning Starshine,” she told us, throwing an angry glance at the Knights of Camelot sitting at another table, chatting and laughing innocently, as if they had nothing to do with this issue.
“Bloody idiots,” Bradley said with a chuckle and I couldn’t help grinning either. A musical wake up-call? Classic.
“Colin, is that a ham or am I just too sleepy?” Katie asked, pointing at something on Bradley’s tray.
We both looked down at it and realised that there was indeed a ham and next to it there was a bowl of cereal with milk on the tray of a lactose-intolerant vegetarian. Great.
“Erm... we swapped trays,” Bradley said a bit nervously and I nodded my head, feeling that my face was turning red.
We quickly changed trays and as soon as Bradley put his in front of me, my stomach clenched. Do I have to eat that ham? I was still a vegetarian, despite being in Bradley’s body. I wondered if my lactose-intolerance had come with me as well.
It seemed I had no choice but to try it out, because it would be more than weird if Bradley left both the ham and the cereal on the tray. It wouldn’t be like him at all.
I didn’t even remember when was the last time I had drunk milk, so when I tasted it, it surprised me. I had forgotten its taste! And what was even more surprising that nothing happened after that.
“I’ve just drunk milk and I’m feeling alright!” I exclaimed. I was so fascinated that I completely forgot everything else around me.
The girls were looking at me in astonishment, while Bradley was only shaking his head a little, although I was sure that he’d rather be hitting his head against the table. Or my head.
“Erm, I... I had a little... erm...” I began, stammering, having no idea what to say as an excuse.
“Diarrhea,” Angel said, helping me out. She also ate the ham for which I would be grateful to her forever.
“Yes, yes, I had that yesterday,” I agreed, “but I’m much better now!”
Luckily, Bradley didn’t like saying certain words out loud, so it wasn’t surprising that he couldn’t say ‘diarrhea;’ however, Katie was suspicious since the trayswapping incident, so after we left the dining room, she asked us what had happened.
“You swapped bodies?!” she exclaimed with eyes widened and mouth dropped open.
She sat down on my bed, repeating those words. Then she checked me out from head to toe and did the same to Bradley. After that she glanced at Angel, who just nodded her head, assuring her that what she had just heard was the truth.
“You swapped bodies!” she said for at least the tenth time, still astonished. “Oh my God! I think I shouldn’t have read those spellbooks out loud.”
“What?” we all raised our eyebrows. Was it because of her?
No, no that couldn’t be, since in the spellbooks there weren’t actual spells. Once I found the instructions of how to change a flat tyre written with beautiful Medieval letters.
“Nothing,” Katie shook her head, then looked at both Bradley and me, trying to hide her chuckles. So good that at least she found it funny.
Okay, I would be laughing at it if it hadn’t happened to us, because let’s be honest, it’s a good story. But still...
“I’ll try my best to help you,” Katie said, taking her phone out of her jeans pocket.
“Are you going to cast a spell?” Bradley asked.
Have I told you yet that sometimes his mind is as brilliant as Arthur’s? Well, here you go.
“I’m going to look it up on the Internet and go to the library.”
Ladies and gentlemen, Katie MCGrath, the historian!