When You Need Me; Merlin
Title: When You Need Me
Authors: mydoctortennant
Pairings/Characters: Arthur/Gwen, Merlin, Elyan
Warnings: Naada
Disclaimer: Not real. Despite birthday wishes and night time prayers to Santa (all Hail Amy Pond!) Merlin still isn't mine!
Rating: PG13
Summary: It's all his fault and now he's got to help her...
Author Notes: Set after " Winter Birthday" written for my darling Australian wifey, mustbethursday3. Beta'd by my American wifey, sgmajorshipper. Love my darlings. <3
In the back of the forge Elyan had set himself up, with Arthur’s help, with a small bed and cupboard. It wasn’t much but it was enough for him. He spent most of his time in the forge anyway. He had a constant supply of work which was good. He liked to keep busy.
“Here,” he gave his sister his spare blanket, taking his used sheets from his bed and creating a small spot for himself on the floor.
“Thank you,” she said quietly gathering the sheet in her lap, “Thank you for putting the fire out.”
“That’s okay,” he placed a reassuring hand on her knee, “I’ll have it fixed up in no time,” he said, “You can stay here until then.”
“Thank you,” she looked around. The whole place was too small for both of them. She knew it. He knew it. But the sentiment was still there. She’d have to sort it out herself because there was no way she was letting him sleep on the floor for the next month through the winter and over the Christmas season.
X
Gwen headed to work the next morning having slipped away from the forge without her brother’s company. The snow had carried on falling over night and it showed no signs of stopping any time in the near future. She was careful in her footfalls, not rushing her movements as she made to the kitchens.
“Morning,” she was greeted by Merlin who looked guilty still despite the previous day’s events not being his fault, “How is staying with Elyan?”
“Terrible. He’s sleeping on the floor in the corner. He looked so uncomfortable,” not to mention so was the bed. Hers wasn’t much better but it was a dam sight better than his.
“You could stay with me and Gaius if you like. I’m used to sleeping on the make-shift spare bunk. I did when Gwaine was here and Lance-“ he faltered for a second, “lot.”
“Thank you, Merlin, but I wouldn’t want to put you out of your bed.”
“It’s fine, don’t worry about it. I feel like it’s my fault that you’re in this mess.”
“Arthur’s the one that burnt my house down,” she said with disdain in her voice. She tried her hardest not to look put out or annoyed but her eyes flashed in anger before she could stop herself; “It’s not your fault.”
“I should have stopped him.”
“We both know nobody stops Arthur once he has an idea in his head.”
“This is true, but before now it hasn’t resulted in you losing your house.”
“Just nearly my life in Camelot and my life in general,” she said. She had meant it to be a flippant comment but her voice cracked at the fear of it happening again. Arthur had hardly been discreet as he helped Elyan extinguish the fire.
“I’m sorry. I should have thought about-“
“It’s fine,” she cut him off. As much as she loved him and his prattling ways she didn’t need reminding about how she’d nearly lost her life because of who loved her, “I’m fine. I may have to take you up on that offer.”
X
“Guinevere is staying with you?”
“She can’t stay at the forge, there isn’t enough room and she’s got nowhere else to go.”
“So you offered her your bed?”
“Yes,” Arthur raised his eyebrow at him, “Oh, what, you can’t be serious?” Merlin scoffed. That boat had long since sailed if it was ever going to set out from the habour at all. Gwen had never been Merlin’s. Not really. If she had been it hadn’t been for a good two years now, “Gwaine’s slept in my bed, doesn’t mean I fancy him.”
“I should hope not.”
“Besides, it’s not like you can be seen to help her, is it?”
Merlin had a point and Arthur knew it. Should his father suspect anything he would never see her again. Oh how he wished that his father would learn to accept that for once he wasn’t lying, that he really did love her. It was no enchantment. Apart from the magic of love. Though Arthur would never say that, not to anyone, especially his father because he would certain think him under a spell. “I suppose not. I should do something to apologise.”
“Perhaps, or maybe you should leave it.”
“I could help sort it out.”
“And be seen there again? It’s not a good idea.”
He hated to admit that Merlin was right. Doing so would only cause him to speak out against him more. No, it was best to over-look when Merlin’s words rang true. “Then I can give Elyan the money.”
“I doubt they’d accept it.”
“They don’t need to. They’re having it.”
X
It was an odd experience sleeping in Merlin’s bed. Not only because it was Merlin’s bed but because he was camped out on the floor next to her. She hadn’t noticed before how much he liked to talk. It was endearing but it was late and she was tired but she didn’t have the heart to tell him to be quiet.
“I told him it was a bad idea but did he listen? Did he hell. He never listens to me. Says what I say is stupid or calls me idiot when he knows I’m right. One day he’ll learn to listen to me. Maybe. Maybe when you finally get to marry him and he’ll be so happy he’ll forget to give me orders. I’ll get to tell him ‘I told you so’ and he’ll not even have the heart to shout at me. But I’ll have been right all along. I told him you liked him but he didn’t listen to me. Proceeded to mope and throw things at me. Still, things could be worse, now, right? I mean he did burn your house down and I guess you’re a bit mad at him now, but it will blow over. You can’t stay mad at each other for long.”
He took a breath after what seemed to Gwen like the entire night. She loved her dear friend, she really did, but he could be a little insufferable at times; “Anyway,” he yawned, “good night, Gwen.”
“Good night, Merlin,” she smiled both happy to be going to sleep and happy to know she had a good friend in him.
X
The next morning when she woke she had a crick in her neck and a throbbing headache from where she’d hit her head on the wooden side of the bed in her sleep. She’d always been told as a child and as a servant to be polite to those going out of their way to help you and to your friends. Merlin was both. She could hardly tell him she slept terribly when he had been so gracious.
So she’d lied.
He’d seen right through her words. He wasn’t stupid; he knew his friend well.
“You’re right,” he’d declared to Arthur as he’d pulled open his curtains that morning casting the winter sun across the room dully. The snow still covered the ground but the sky had cleared of the angry clouds leaving it a cool blue.
“About what?” the Prince answered tiredly, rubbing his eyes.
“Gwen. She can’t stay with me.”
“Why not?” Arthur’s brow furrowed; he had been al for it the day before. He had seemed like he was looking forward to it. They were close friends, almost siblings it seemed.
“You seemed against it yesterday, what changed your mind?”
“Nothing. Why can’t she stay with you now?”
“She doesn’t want to. She’s just being polite.”
“So what are you saying?”
“Maybe you could set her up until she can move back home? If your father asks any questions then you’re helping Morgana’s maid because she her home burnt down. He won’t question it.”
“He will.”
“Trust me, he won’t,” and if he did then Merlin would look through his magic books until he found something that made Uther forget about Gwen and anything she had to do with Arthur altogether.
X
It occurred to Arthur that if he didn’t bring the matter up with his father the chances of him noticing that one of the smaller rooms on the western side of the castle was being occupied by a servant for a week or so were slim.
It was an added bonus, to Arthur at least, that that meant she would be on his side of the castle. He could keep an eye on her and make sure that she had everything she wanted until her home was rebuilt. That’s if she ever wanted to speak to him again after what he did.
He waited until he knew Morgana was out of her chambers - he’d waited behind the pillar down the corridor from her door until she’d gone - and went to see Gwen. He knew they had a good hour or so alone before Morgana would return from her dinner with the King.
He didn’t knock as he entered, making Gwen jump out of her skin.
“My lord, you scared me.”
“Sorry.”
“Lady Morgana isn’t here,” she said out of duty, the look in his eye told her he wasn’t there for Morgana. She gave him a warning glance any wrong move and she would leave him there alone.
“I know,” he clarified, “I have arranged for one of the chambers to be cleared for you until your home is rebuilt,” he held his hand up to silence her, “Before you say anything, you can’t share with Merlin, he needs his sleep. I work him hard, remember. I won’t have you without somewhere to stay. Especially because it is my fault in the first place.”
“You don’t have to do that. What about your father?”
“He is blind to what is in front of him. He had to come across us in a more than compromising position to realise there was something going on. If Merlin can see it, we can’t be the most discreet of people.”
She looked to the floor and blushed, “I guess.”
“I have arranged for you to have a room as far from the King as possible, if this will make you any more inclined to accept.”
“You have a chamber furthest from the King. I remember the arguments when you decided you wanted it.”
“Quite. I hadn’t realised,” he said with a small smirk on his face. He shifted his feet, “Will you stay?”
“Of course, thank you,” she bowed her head and curtsied on ceremony.
There was a pregnant pause. Gwen couldn’t bring herself to look up at her and he couldn’t move towards her. Part of him told his brain that it was because Morgana could come back at any time, part of him told his heart it was because he didn’t know if she would turn him away, “I’m sorry.”
She looked at him then. He was the prince, he shouldn’t be apologising to her; “What for?”
“For burning your house to a cinder. I was only trying to make you a nice meal for your birthday.”
“It’s already forgotten,” the flash in her eye told him she was lying. She really was the most terrible of liars; “Merlin told me all about it.”
“I tried. It was going so well,” he couldn’t help but laugh, in his embarrassment he rubbed his ringed finger beneath his eye and looked to the floor.
“You shouldn’t be left unattended.”
“So it would seem.”
“If that is all, my lord, I should get these linens to the laundry.”
“Of course; I shall see you later.”
“Have a good afternoon, my lord,” she bowed her head dutifully as she left the room leaving Arthur smiling to himself. At least she didn’t hate him. Now he had to contemplate training in the snow. He wasn’t sure it was a good idea, but one day they might have to fight a war in the winter time. An army didn’t stop because the weather took a turn for the worse.
X
It wasn’t that she as ungrateful to Arthur for the room; it’s just it was all pillows and cushions and throws and fancy things she really wasn’t used to. It was all plush and fluffy and not her bed at all.
She’d thought of going back to her house; her bed was still perfectly in tact after all. It was just the other side of her house and the general air in it that made it uninhabitable to any human presence.
She sighed into the pillow. It was too big and too squidgy and it engulfed her head so she ended up breathing it in whenever she turned her head to the side. In the expanse of comfy she could not get comfortable. It was silly really.
Eventually she fell asleep, looking up at the canopy.
Somewhere inside of her, a small fluttering niggle in her heart, told her that she should get used to this. If they had their way, she was counting don the days until this became her life. Though, if she did become Queen, she could just have her old bed moved up to the castle, but then where would Arthur sleep? It wasn’t appropriate and Arthur wouldn’t give up his soft bed.
He was willing to give up his throne, his kingdom and entire future for her. Maybe he’d agree to it after all.
X
He knew he shouldn’t have been watching. He should have announced himself rather than watch her try and settle in the bed. But that would mean having to admit that he was there when he shouldn’t be. He was risking too much being there but nobody was around.
He watched her toss and turn and squash the pillow beneath her hand. He could see she wasn’t comfortable. He didn’t need telling that. This wasn’t her world, no matter how much he wished it was. One day perhaps, but when she was ready for it, not when she was forced into it because he’d messed up.
One day they’d have a time in their relationship that wasn’t ruled by customs, or nobles or blood. They’d rule with hearts, each other and love.
X
Beneath the cool and calm exterior that told the people who worked in the castle that she was indeed fine and yes, staying with Merlin was a little hazardous but working out well, she stewed. The Prince of Camelot had burnt down her house. She loved him, unconditionally but he knew how to make her crazy. It was an accident, of course it was, but from what should have been a relaxing evening with a nice meal and good company, her birthday had ended in shouting and worry.
Gwen quickly made her way across the courtyard and up the stairs towards the chambers she was staying in. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach; she checked over her shoulder and entered the room knowing nobody was watching her. She looked into the room and jumped; “Merlin, sweet lord you scared me.”
“Sorry, I was making a delivery,” he indicated to the item he had hauled up from the lower town, “By order of the prince.”
Her jaw dropped before she smiled, “I… uh…”
“I’ll tell him thank you,” she gratefully smiled at him, “I should be going. I have some chores to do for Gaius before I sleep.”
“Be careful. It’s still icy out.”
“Sleep well, Gwen.”
“I’m sure I will. Thank you, Merlin.”
“Any time.”
Once he had left she readied herself for bed. She slipped into her nightdress and took the naked flame to her new bedside. Merlin had placed her bed by the window. She could look out over the city before she slept or after she woke. The city was her home; the only place she’d ever known and the only place she ever wanted to know.
Gwen tucked herself under her sheets, pulling them over her and resting her head on her pillow. She smiled as she blew out her candle.
This was her bed and it was just right.
END NOTE: For those who are asking; I'll be opening a new prompt table on December 30th (my 20th birthday) for 2011. You'll be welcome to prompt anything from the new table then. Not long to go. Only 27 more days!
Authors: mydoctortennant
Pairings/Characters: Arthur/Gwen, Merlin, Elyan
Warnings: Naada
Disclaimer: Not real. Despite birthday wishes and night time prayers to Santa (all Hail Amy Pond!) Merlin still isn't mine!
Rating: PG13
Summary: It's all his fault and now he's got to help her...
Author Notes: Set after " Winter Birthday" written for my darling Australian wifey, mustbethursday3. Beta'd by my American wifey, sgmajorshipper. Love my darlings. <3
In the back of the forge Elyan had set himself up, with Arthur’s help, with a small bed and cupboard. It wasn’t much but it was enough for him. He spent most of his time in the forge anyway. He had a constant supply of work which was good. He liked to keep busy.
“Here,” he gave his sister his spare blanket, taking his used sheets from his bed and creating a small spot for himself on the floor.
“Thank you,” she said quietly gathering the sheet in her lap, “Thank you for putting the fire out.”
“That’s okay,” he placed a reassuring hand on her knee, “I’ll have it fixed up in no time,” he said, “You can stay here until then.”
“Thank you,” she looked around. The whole place was too small for both of them. She knew it. He knew it. But the sentiment was still there. She’d have to sort it out herself because there was no way she was letting him sleep on the floor for the next month through the winter and over the Christmas season.
X
Gwen headed to work the next morning having slipped away from the forge without her brother’s company. The snow had carried on falling over night and it showed no signs of stopping any time in the near future. She was careful in her footfalls, not rushing her movements as she made to the kitchens.
“Morning,” she was greeted by Merlin who looked guilty still despite the previous day’s events not being his fault, “How is staying with Elyan?”
“Terrible. He’s sleeping on the floor in the corner. He looked so uncomfortable,” not to mention so was the bed. Hers wasn’t much better but it was a dam sight better than his.
“You could stay with me and Gaius if you like. I’m used to sleeping on the make-shift spare bunk. I did when Gwaine was here and Lance-“ he faltered for a second, “lot.”
“Thank you, Merlin, but I wouldn’t want to put you out of your bed.”
“It’s fine, don’t worry about it. I feel like it’s my fault that you’re in this mess.”
“Arthur’s the one that burnt my house down,” she said with disdain in her voice. She tried her hardest not to look put out or annoyed but her eyes flashed in anger before she could stop herself; “It’s not your fault.”
“I should have stopped him.”
“We both know nobody stops Arthur once he has an idea in his head.”
“This is true, but before now it hasn’t resulted in you losing your house.”
“Just nearly my life in Camelot and my life in general,” she said. She had meant it to be a flippant comment but her voice cracked at the fear of it happening again. Arthur had hardly been discreet as he helped Elyan extinguish the fire.
“I’m sorry. I should have thought about-“
“It’s fine,” she cut him off. As much as she loved him and his prattling ways she didn’t need reminding about how she’d nearly lost her life because of who loved her, “I’m fine. I may have to take you up on that offer.”
X
“Guinevere is staying with you?”
“She can’t stay at the forge, there isn’t enough room and she’s got nowhere else to go.”
“So you offered her your bed?”
“Yes,” Arthur raised his eyebrow at him, “Oh, what, you can’t be serious?” Merlin scoffed. That boat had long since sailed if it was ever going to set out from the habour at all. Gwen had never been Merlin’s. Not really. If she had been it hadn’t been for a good two years now, “Gwaine’s slept in my bed, doesn’t mean I fancy him.”
“I should hope not.”
“Besides, it’s not like you can be seen to help her, is it?”
Merlin had a point and Arthur knew it. Should his father suspect anything he would never see her again. Oh how he wished that his father would learn to accept that for once he wasn’t lying, that he really did love her. It was no enchantment. Apart from the magic of love. Though Arthur would never say that, not to anyone, especially his father because he would certain think him under a spell. “I suppose not. I should do something to apologise.”
“Perhaps, or maybe you should leave it.”
“I could help sort it out.”
“And be seen there again? It’s not a good idea.”
He hated to admit that Merlin was right. Doing so would only cause him to speak out against him more. No, it was best to over-look when Merlin’s words rang true. “Then I can give Elyan the money.”
“I doubt they’d accept it.”
“They don’t need to. They’re having it.”
X
It was an odd experience sleeping in Merlin’s bed. Not only because it was Merlin’s bed but because he was camped out on the floor next to her. She hadn’t noticed before how much he liked to talk. It was endearing but it was late and she was tired but she didn’t have the heart to tell him to be quiet.
“I told him it was a bad idea but did he listen? Did he hell. He never listens to me. Says what I say is stupid or calls me idiot when he knows I’m right. One day he’ll learn to listen to me. Maybe. Maybe when you finally get to marry him and he’ll be so happy he’ll forget to give me orders. I’ll get to tell him ‘I told you so’ and he’ll not even have the heart to shout at me. But I’ll have been right all along. I told him you liked him but he didn’t listen to me. Proceeded to mope and throw things at me. Still, things could be worse, now, right? I mean he did burn your house down and I guess you’re a bit mad at him now, but it will blow over. You can’t stay mad at each other for long.”
He took a breath after what seemed to Gwen like the entire night. She loved her dear friend, she really did, but he could be a little insufferable at times; “Anyway,” he yawned, “good night, Gwen.”
“Good night, Merlin,” she smiled both happy to be going to sleep and happy to know she had a good friend in him.
X
The next morning when she woke she had a crick in her neck and a throbbing headache from where she’d hit her head on the wooden side of the bed in her sleep. She’d always been told as a child and as a servant to be polite to those going out of their way to help you and to your friends. Merlin was both. She could hardly tell him she slept terribly when he had been so gracious.
So she’d lied.
He’d seen right through her words. He wasn’t stupid; he knew his friend well.
“You’re right,” he’d declared to Arthur as he’d pulled open his curtains that morning casting the winter sun across the room dully. The snow still covered the ground but the sky had cleared of the angry clouds leaving it a cool blue.
“About what?” the Prince answered tiredly, rubbing his eyes.
“Gwen. She can’t stay with me.”
“Why not?” Arthur’s brow furrowed; he had been al for it the day before. He had seemed like he was looking forward to it. They were close friends, almost siblings it seemed.
“You seemed against it yesterday, what changed your mind?”
“Nothing. Why can’t she stay with you now?”
“She doesn’t want to. She’s just being polite.”
“So what are you saying?”
“Maybe you could set her up until she can move back home? If your father asks any questions then you’re helping Morgana’s maid because she her home burnt down. He won’t question it.”
“He will.”
“Trust me, he won’t,” and if he did then Merlin would look through his magic books until he found something that made Uther forget about Gwen and anything she had to do with Arthur altogether.
X
It occurred to Arthur that if he didn’t bring the matter up with his father the chances of him noticing that one of the smaller rooms on the western side of the castle was being occupied by a servant for a week or so were slim.
It was an added bonus, to Arthur at least, that that meant she would be on his side of the castle. He could keep an eye on her and make sure that she had everything she wanted until her home was rebuilt. That’s if she ever wanted to speak to him again after what he did.
He waited until he knew Morgana was out of her chambers - he’d waited behind the pillar down the corridor from her door until she’d gone - and went to see Gwen. He knew they had a good hour or so alone before Morgana would return from her dinner with the King.
He didn’t knock as he entered, making Gwen jump out of her skin.
“My lord, you scared me.”
“Sorry.”
“Lady Morgana isn’t here,” she said out of duty, the look in his eye told her he wasn’t there for Morgana. She gave him a warning glance any wrong move and she would leave him there alone.
“I know,” he clarified, “I have arranged for one of the chambers to be cleared for you until your home is rebuilt,” he held his hand up to silence her, “Before you say anything, you can’t share with Merlin, he needs his sleep. I work him hard, remember. I won’t have you without somewhere to stay. Especially because it is my fault in the first place.”
“You don’t have to do that. What about your father?”
“He is blind to what is in front of him. He had to come across us in a more than compromising position to realise there was something going on. If Merlin can see it, we can’t be the most discreet of people.”
She looked to the floor and blushed, “I guess.”
“I have arranged for you to have a room as far from the King as possible, if this will make you any more inclined to accept.”
“You have a chamber furthest from the King. I remember the arguments when you decided you wanted it.”
“Quite. I hadn’t realised,” he said with a small smirk on his face. He shifted his feet, “Will you stay?”
“Of course, thank you,” she bowed her head and curtsied on ceremony.
There was a pregnant pause. Gwen couldn’t bring herself to look up at her and he couldn’t move towards her. Part of him told his brain that it was because Morgana could come back at any time, part of him told his heart it was because he didn’t know if she would turn him away, “I’m sorry.”
She looked at him then. He was the prince, he shouldn’t be apologising to her; “What for?”
“For burning your house to a cinder. I was only trying to make you a nice meal for your birthday.”
“It’s already forgotten,” the flash in her eye told him she was lying. She really was the most terrible of liars; “Merlin told me all about it.”
“I tried. It was going so well,” he couldn’t help but laugh, in his embarrassment he rubbed his ringed finger beneath his eye and looked to the floor.
“You shouldn’t be left unattended.”
“So it would seem.”
“If that is all, my lord, I should get these linens to the laundry.”
“Of course; I shall see you later.”
“Have a good afternoon, my lord,” she bowed her head dutifully as she left the room leaving Arthur smiling to himself. At least she didn’t hate him. Now he had to contemplate training in the snow. He wasn’t sure it was a good idea, but one day they might have to fight a war in the winter time. An army didn’t stop because the weather took a turn for the worse.
X
It wasn’t that she as ungrateful to Arthur for the room; it’s just it was all pillows and cushions and throws and fancy things she really wasn’t used to. It was all plush and fluffy and not her bed at all.
She’d thought of going back to her house; her bed was still perfectly in tact after all. It was just the other side of her house and the general air in it that made it uninhabitable to any human presence.
She sighed into the pillow. It was too big and too squidgy and it engulfed her head so she ended up breathing it in whenever she turned her head to the side. In the expanse of comfy she could not get comfortable. It was silly really.
Eventually she fell asleep, looking up at the canopy.
Somewhere inside of her, a small fluttering niggle in her heart, told her that she should get used to this. If they had their way, she was counting don the days until this became her life. Though, if she did become Queen, she could just have her old bed moved up to the castle, but then where would Arthur sleep? It wasn’t appropriate and Arthur wouldn’t give up his soft bed.
He was willing to give up his throne, his kingdom and entire future for her. Maybe he’d agree to it after all.
X
He knew he shouldn’t have been watching. He should have announced himself rather than watch her try and settle in the bed. But that would mean having to admit that he was there when he shouldn’t be. He was risking too much being there but nobody was around.
He watched her toss and turn and squash the pillow beneath her hand. He could see she wasn’t comfortable. He didn’t need telling that. This wasn’t her world, no matter how much he wished it was. One day perhaps, but when she was ready for it, not when she was forced into it because he’d messed up.
One day they’d have a time in their relationship that wasn’t ruled by customs, or nobles or blood. They’d rule with hearts, each other and love.
X
Beneath the cool and calm exterior that told the people who worked in the castle that she was indeed fine and yes, staying with Merlin was a little hazardous but working out well, she stewed. The Prince of Camelot had burnt down her house. She loved him, unconditionally but he knew how to make her crazy. It was an accident, of course it was, but from what should have been a relaxing evening with a nice meal and good company, her birthday had ended in shouting and worry.
Gwen quickly made her way across the courtyard and up the stairs towards the chambers she was staying in. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach; she checked over her shoulder and entered the room knowing nobody was watching her. She looked into the room and jumped; “Merlin, sweet lord you scared me.”
“Sorry, I was making a delivery,” he indicated to the item he had hauled up from the lower town, “By order of the prince.”
Her jaw dropped before she smiled, “I… uh…”
“I’ll tell him thank you,” she gratefully smiled at him, “I should be going. I have some chores to do for Gaius before I sleep.”
“Be careful. It’s still icy out.”
“Sleep well, Gwen.”
“I’m sure I will. Thank you, Merlin.”
“Any time.”
Once he had left she readied herself for bed. She slipped into her nightdress and took the naked flame to her new bedside. Merlin had placed her bed by the window. She could look out over the city before she slept or after she woke. The city was her home; the only place she’d ever known and the only place she ever wanted to know.
Gwen tucked herself under her sheets, pulling them over her and resting her head on her pillow. She smiled as she blew out her candle.
This was her bed and it was just right.
END NOTE: For those who are asking; I'll be opening a new prompt table on December 30th (my 20th birthday) for 2011. You'll be welcome to prompt anything from the new table then. Not long to go. Only 27 more days!