A Different Kind of Superhero; Merlin RPF
Title: A Different Kind of Superhero
Authors: mydoctortennant
Pairings/Characters: Katie/Colin, Angel, Bradley
Warnings: RPF, swearing.
Disclaimer: Not real. Despite birthday wishes and night time prayers to Santa (all Hail Amy Pond!) Merlin still isn't mine!
Rating: PG13
Summary: The girls have a few problems... and it's down to them to sort them out.
Author Notes: Written for my marvelous mustbethursday3 who still doesn't think I can win this bet. Beta'd by the awesome sgmajorshipper who does =] I know who I love more =D
My Merlin Prompt Table
Katie ran her fingers through Colin’s long fringe trying her hardest to make it stay up. In his half asleep state he batted at her hand. She pinned his hand down against the mattress, and carried on but it just flopped down, “Will you stop that?” he mumbled, pulled his head away from her.
“Not until you let me cut your hair,” she said pushing it up out of his eyes, “I don’t even know how it grows so fast.”
“It’s not like they’ll let me keep it when we start on series four, is it?” The thought of it hadn’t even crossed his mind to keep the mop once he started filming again. It would be a case of a hair cut every other bloody week then for continuity’s sake and if there was anything he hated more than everything else to do with filming one of the most successful shows on British television, it was that.
Katie pouted, “What am I going to do until they want me again?”
“You have jobs lined up,” he said with his eyes still closed. They went through this at least once a day. He was used to her needing the reassurance that this wasn’t the end of her, “little bit of variety never hurt anyone.”
“But this,” she flicked at his fringe, “This will hurt everybody.”
“I have a month left of freedom,” he said taking her hand away from his face and holding it at arms length. He slowly interlocked his fingers with hers, “let me be scruffy for a month.”
“I can deal with the scruff, I can, but the hair, it gets in my eyes.”
“And it doesn’t get in mine?”
“It obviously doesn’t irritate you as much.”
“And it’s on my head, it stays,” he rolled to face away from her dropping her hand, which in hindsight was a mistake because she started to fiddle with his hair again, tucking it behind his ears and the like.
“I can’t give you anything to make you change your mind?”
“Let me sleep? It’s eight am, Kate, can’t I have a lie in for a change?”
She kissed him simply on the cheek, “Only if you let me cut your hair.”
“I’ll think about it,” he said moving against the pillows and going back to sleep.
X
Katie pottered about in the kitchen, putting bread in the toaster and filling the kettle. She had her phone set between her ear and her shoulder as she floated around, “I’ll telling you, Angel, it’s not good.”
”I’ve seen it, Katie. It’s not that bad,” her friend reasoned down the phone. She could tell she was wearing thin on the argument, but at the end of the day, she could rely on her friend not to let her down.
“You don’t live with it,” she pointed out, waving the teaspoon in the air threateningly. The fact that it couldn’t be seen was neither here nor there, “I do. It’s absolutely awful.”
”The way you’re talking about it you make it sound like a bad part in a show.”
“The little show called life, featuring Colin Morgan and his God Awful New Hair Cut.”
”It’s not so much a hair cut as a hair growth.”
“You think I’m being unreasonable?”
”No, Kates, I think you’re being a girlfriend.”
Katie wrinkled her nose in disgust, “I hate that term,” everybody was so obsessed with labels. It made no difference to her what she was called as long as, at the end of a long and tiring day, she got to crawl back into bed and curl up next to him.
”But it’s what you are.”
“It’s all weird,” it had been a fixture in her life for going on five months. When they had finished filming series three it had suddenly hit, very hard, that they weren’t going to be sending much time together after it. Of course, they were friends and they would see each other occasionally, but there was something in that that bothered both of them. When they’d finally figured out why, they fell into a relationship easily enough.
”Well, it’s what you both wanted, so stop complaining about it.”
“How is the other situation?”
”You mean the situation where Bradley has forgotten the existence of trousers in winter? Ongoing!”
Katie pouted, running her tongue over her teeth, “We must sort this,” she declared as she stabbed into her toast so she could cut it.
”You make it sound like some sort of crazed operation.”
“That’s because it is.”
”Why am I involved again?”
“Because you’re my friend and you know it’s a worthwhile cause!”
”Of course it is, Katie.”
“Are you going to help me or not?” Katie huffed and took a large bite out of her slice.
”Okay, okay, ‘Operation Boycott What the Boys Want’ starts now.”
X
The two girls left Angel’s flat and headed up the corridor towards the stairs. “Why do you even have a key?” Katie asked as they quickly climb the staircase towards Bradley’s floor.
“Because he’s stupid enough to trust me with one?” Angel considered. She had never really thought about it, but he had taken the time to explain it to her, “He said something about me being the closest person so should he get in trouble of any kind he can go to the first person on his contact list and I can save him from certain death; or something.”
“Cheery.”
“Pressure,” They reached his front door and Angel let them in with the key he so trusted her with. She looked around, he was still gone, “Let’s just do what we came to do and leave. He’s only gone to Tesco.”
“And why do you know that?”
“Because he told me,” she shrugged, “He asked me if I needed anything, considering I only live down stairs.”
“How considerate of him,” the Irishwoman replied, suggestion dripping in her tone and her look as she pursed her lips at her friend
“Put your eyebrows down, Katherine. Or I won’t help you again.”
“Alright, alright. For the sake of Colin’s god-awful hair, I’ll relent.”
“Thank you. Now hurry up,” Katie rummaged through his draws, pulling the few pairs of shorts she could find and piling them in her arms.
“How does he not get cold?”
“He doesn’t go out much.”
“But he’s gone to Tesco, in shorts, in February,” she said as she abandoned the chest of draws in his room and checked around the floor just in case there were any strewn about the place. She found a pair at the end of his bed and added them to the pile.
“Yes, well, if he has nothing else to wear he’ll put his jeans back on.”
“To be on the safe side I’ll take the third quarter lengths too,” Katie said grabbed them from the laundry basket and sifting through it quickly.
“Good idea.”
“Let’s be off,” they left quicker than they had entered, and started down the corridor. The door at the end of the hallway opened. Katie saw a flash of blonde and quickly shoved the clothing the first place she could think, up the front of her chunky knit jumper.
“Angel? Katie? What are you guys doing here?” He asked with his keys in his hands and his shopping bags looped around his elbow.
“Looking for you,” Angel said quickly.
“You knew I was at Tesco. I came by saying I was going to Tesco…”
“Katie thought you were hiding in my closet, which of course you weren’t, but she didn’t believe me and wanted me to prove you were up here… which you weren’t so she didn’t believe me…”
“And you didn’t just show her the closet, because?”
“Because she would have accuse me of hiding you in tiny pieces all over my flat until she was satisfied.”
“Right?”
“Anyway, we have to go. Girly things to do.”
“Like talk about boys and do make up.”
“You have fun with that.”
“I’m sure we will,” They quickly pushed past him and ran down the stairs stifling their giggles.
“Worst cover up ever.”
“Says the girl who stuffed his shorts up the front of her top!” Katie looked down at herself, still with the slight bulge from Bradley’s clothing. She couldn’t help but laugh at herself. It brought tears to her eyes.
Slowly their laughter subsided. Katie wiped her eyes of the moisture and cracked a smile, “Colin’s a fast mover.”
The two women looked at each other, straight faced for less than a moment before they both burst into giggles again.
“I don’t need to know,” Angel replied through her laughter, unable to stop herself from laughing.
Gradually they stopped laughing, after several other outbreaks. Katie had now deposited Bradley’s shorts in a carrier bag and had them by the door ready to take with her so Bradley didn’t come snooping for them later, “Phase two?”
“I’ll come over later,” Angel confirmed.
“Bring rope.”
X
Katie appeared back in their shared flat a good couple of hours after she had left. She quickly hid the plastic bag in the coat cupboard without explaining to Colin what it was. “Good day?” he asked sceptically, eyeing her as he leant against the kitchen counter with a cup of black tea in his hand.
“Very,” she beamed kissing him lightly on the lips.
“What’s in the bag?” he asked her as she approached the still hot kettle and filled herself a mug with tea.
“Nothing you need worry about.”
“Is it anything to do with my hair?” he squinted at her.
Katie held her hand against her heart in mock shock, she pouted at him in her innocence, “Nothing at all,” she approached him, moving the raged hairs out of his face, “Angel’s going to come by later.”
“So I’m cooking for three?”
“You, Mr Allergic-to-everything, can cook for one, we’re ordering Chinese.”
“Fine by me.”
“Good.”
X
As Angel pulled on her Ugg Boot over the bottom of her jeans an incessant knocking began on her front door. She frowned but her questions were soon answered when a male voice shouted through the wood, “What have you done with my shorts?”
Angel laughed but soon bit on her bottom lip to stop herself, “Me?” she called out pulling on her other shoe. She smirked, “I didn’t do anything.”
“Don’t bullshit me, Coulby,” he shouted through the door.
Angel yanked open her door to be greeted with Bradley leaning against either side of the doorway, “I’m not. I didn’t do anything.”
“Then what did McGrath do?” It was then that she noticed he was standing in nothing but a t-shirt and his boxers.
She laughed, “I have no idea.”
“That’s why you were in my corridor earlier, isn’t it? You lying little bugger.”
“You’ll get a cold,” she nodded down to his lower half.
He hooked his finger roughly beneath her chin to make her look up at him rather than down, “No, I won’t. I haven’t yet and winter’s nearly over,” he pushed through her doorway into her flat.
“You should be in jumpers and thermals, not running about in shorts,” Angel said, she pulled on her coat and did up the wooden toggles, “You’re insane.”
“Maybe, but it’s my own problem.”
“One I don’t understand.”
“Never try to understand the workings of the James.”
“I won’t. Now budge,” she pushed firmly on his arm and moved to walk out of her flat dragging her with him, “I’m going to Katie’s.”
“And I’m not invited?”
“You don’t have to be all the time.”
“Fine. I’ll see you tomorrow. And tell Katie I want my shorts back.”
“Wear trousers. I don’t want to see your pants again.”
“Sure you don’t.”
“You’re right, it’s what I live for.”
X
The two girls sat cackling away on the sofa as Colin cooked his dinner. They had both devoured their weight in Chinese and were making their way at an unhealthy rate through a bar of Dairy Milk.
“You have glint in your eye,” he said as he dished up his dinner, “Both of you do.”
“Do we?” Katie asked as innocently as she could manage.
“What are you planning?”
“Nothing,” Angel smiled sweetly.
“Nothing you need worry about.”
“Now I’m worried,” he said as he flopped down into the armchair and started to scoop his dinner into his mouth.
“Don’t panic your pretty little head about it. Nothing’s going to happen to it.”
“Why don’t I believe you?” he said, fork half way to his mouth. The smirk on Katie’s face made him keep still, the food fell from his fork. They didn’t move for a moment.
Time froze for a second.
Suddenly Colin pushed his fork into the bowl and ran back towards the kitchen, abandoning the plate on the side. He ran towards the bathroom only to be cut off by Angel, “Don’t do this,” he said trying to get past her, only to be grabbed by Katie from behind. She pulled him back into one of the wooden chairs they had at the dining table.
“Sit still, it’s for your own good,” he made to run away but she pulled him back, “We have a rope if you misbehave.”
He struggled against her a moment more, but relented and settled back in the seat. Once he sat still she got out a pair of hair scissors and started to cut at the back length of his hair.
“Your suspicions were probably for the best,” Angel said, patting him on the knee.
“I hate you both,” He grumbled as Katie pulled the hair from his face and cut it off to an inch long. She let the hair fall to the floor to be swept up later.
“It was horrible, Col,” she reasoned taking other almighty chunks out of it.
“Four more weeks and I’d have gone to the barber.”
“Well, will you let me finish it now I’ve started?”
He nodded, “Otherwise I’ll be wonky.”
“On that note, I’ll be going. Night guys.”
X
“Get my shorts back?” Angel struggled to hold her phone to her ear and juggling her keys to open the flat door.
“Did I hell.”
“Why are you punishing me?”
“Do you really want me to answer that?”
“The pair of you are evil,” he answered. Angel threw her keys down on the side table.
“We know, and we take it as a compliment.”
He sighed down the phone, she could see him now, pinching the bridge of his nose as she irritated him to high heaven, “Am I ever getting them back?”
“When we go to France, yes.”
“What if it gets hot before then?”
“Bradley, we live in Wales, when is it ever hot before then?”
Authors: mydoctortennant
Pairings/Characters: Katie/Colin, Angel, Bradley
Warnings: RPF, swearing.
Disclaimer: Not real. Despite birthday wishes and night time prayers to Santa (all Hail Amy Pond!) Merlin still isn't mine!
Rating: PG13
Summary: The girls have a few problems... and it's down to them to sort them out.
Author Notes: Written for my marvelous mustbethursday3 who still doesn't think I can win this bet. Beta'd by the awesome sgmajorshipper who does =] I know who I love more =D
My Merlin Prompt Table
Katie ran her fingers through Colin’s long fringe trying her hardest to make it stay up. In his half asleep state he batted at her hand. She pinned his hand down against the mattress, and carried on but it just flopped down, “Will you stop that?” he mumbled, pulled his head away from her.
“Not until you let me cut your hair,” she said pushing it up out of his eyes, “I don’t even know how it grows so fast.”
“It’s not like they’ll let me keep it when we start on series four, is it?” The thought of it hadn’t even crossed his mind to keep the mop once he started filming again. It would be a case of a hair cut every other bloody week then for continuity’s sake and if there was anything he hated more than everything else to do with filming one of the most successful shows on British television, it was that.
Katie pouted, “What am I going to do until they want me again?”
“You have jobs lined up,” he said with his eyes still closed. They went through this at least once a day. He was used to her needing the reassurance that this wasn’t the end of her, “little bit of variety never hurt anyone.”
“But this,” she flicked at his fringe, “This will hurt everybody.”
“I have a month left of freedom,” he said taking her hand away from his face and holding it at arms length. He slowly interlocked his fingers with hers, “let me be scruffy for a month.”
“I can deal with the scruff, I can, but the hair, it gets in my eyes.”
“And it doesn’t get in mine?”
“It obviously doesn’t irritate you as much.”
“And it’s on my head, it stays,” he rolled to face away from her dropping her hand, which in hindsight was a mistake because she started to fiddle with his hair again, tucking it behind his ears and the like.
“I can’t give you anything to make you change your mind?”
“Let me sleep? It’s eight am, Kate, can’t I have a lie in for a change?”
She kissed him simply on the cheek, “Only if you let me cut your hair.”
“I’ll think about it,” he said moving against the pillows and going back to sleep.
X
Katie pottered about in the kitchen, putting bread in the toaster and filling the kettle. She had her phone set between her ear and her shoulder as she floated around, “I’ll telling you, Angel, it’s not good.”
”I’ve seen it, Katie. It’s not that bad,” her friend reasoned down the phone. She could tell she was wearing thin on the argument, but at the end of the day, she could rely on her friend not to let her down.
“You don’t live with it,” she pointed out, waving the teaspoon in the air threateningly. The fact that it couldn’t be seen was neither here nor there, “I do. It’s absolutely awful.”
”The way you’re talking about it you make it sound like a bad part in a show.”
“The little show called life, featuring Colin Morgan and his God Awful New Hair Cut.”
”It’s not so much a hair cut as a hair growth.”
“You think I’m being unreasonable?”
”No, Kates, I think you’re being a girlfriend.”
Katie wrinkled her nose in disgust, “I hate that term,” everybody was so obsessed with labels. It made no difference to her what she was called as long as, at the end of a long and tiring day, she got to crawl back into bed and curl up next to him.
”But it’s what you are.”
“It’s all weird,” it had been a fixture in her life for going on five months. When they had finished filming series three it had suddenly hit, very hard, that they weren’t going to be sending much time together after it. Of course, they were friends and they would see each other occasionally, but there was something in that that bothered both of them. When they’d finally figured out why, they fell into a relationship easily enough.
”Well, it’s what you both wanted, so stop complaining about it.”
“How is the other situation?”
”You mean the situation where Bradley has forgotten the existence of trousers in winter? Ongoing!”
Katie pouted, running her tongue over her teeth, “We must sort this,” she declared as she stabbed into her toast so she could cut it.
”You make it sound like some sort of crazed operation.”
“That’s because it is.”
”Why am I involved again?”
“Because you’re my friend and you know it’s a worthwhile cause!”
”Of course it is, Katie.”
“Are you going to help me or not?” Katie huffed and took a large bite out of her slice.
”Okay, okay, ‘Operation Boycott What the Boys Want’ starts now.”
X
The two girls left Angel’s flat and headed up the corridor towards the stairs. “Why do you even have a key?” Katie asked as they quickly climb the staircase towards Bradley’s floor.
“Because he’s stupid enough to trust me with one?” Angel considered. She had never really thought about it, but he had taken the time to explain it to her, “He said something about me being the closest person so should he get in trouble of any kind he can go to the first person on his contact list and I can save him from certain death; or something.”
“Cheery.”
“Pressure,” They reached his front door and Angel let them in with the key he so trusted her with. She looked around, he was still gone, “Let’s just do what we came to do and leave. He’s only gone to Tesco.”
“And why do you know that?”
“Because he told me,” she shrugged, “He asked me if I needed anything, considering I only live down stairs.”
“How considerate of him,” the Irishwoman replied, suggestion dripping in her tone and her look as she pursed her lips at her friend
“Put your eyebrows down, Katherine. Or I won’t help you again.”
“Alright, alright. For the sake of Colin’s god-awful hair, I’ll relent.”
“Thank you. Now hurry up,” Katie rummaged through his draws, pulling the few pairs of shorts she could find and piling them in her arms.
“How does he not get cold?”
“He doesn’t go out much.”
“But he’s gone to Tesco, in shorts, in February,” she said as she abandoned the chest of draws in his room and checked around the floor just in case there were any strewn about the place. She found a pair at the end of his bed and added them to the pile.
“Yes, well, if he has nothing else to wear he’ll put his jeans back on.”
“To be on the safe side I’ll take the third quarter lengths too,” Katie said grabbed them from the laundry basket and sifting through it quickly.
“Good idea.”
“Let’s be off,” they left quicker than they had entered, and started down the corridor. The door at the end of the hallway opened. Katie saw a flash of blonde and quickly shoved the clothing the first place she could think, up the front of her chunky knit jumper.
“Angel? Katie? What are you guys doing here?” He asked with his keys in his hands and his shopping bags looped around his elbow.
“Looking for you,” Angel said quickly.
“You knew I was at Tesco. I came by saying I was going to Tesco…”
“Katie thought you were hiding in my closet, which of course you weren’t, but she didn’t believe me and wanted me to prove you were up here… which you weren’t so she didn’t believe me…”
“And you didn’t just show her the closet, because?”
“Because she would have accuse me of hiding you in tiny pieces all over my flat until she was satisfied.”
“Right?”
“Anyway, we have to go. Girly things to do.”
“Like talk about boys and do make up.”
“You have fun with that.”
“I’m sure we will,” They quickly pushed past him and ran down the stairs stifling their giggles.
“Worst cover up ever.”
“Says the girl who stuffed his shorts up the front of her top!” Katie looked down at herself, still with the slight bulge from Bradley’s clothing. She couldn’t help but laugh at herself. It brought tears to her eyes.
Slowly their laughter subsided. Katie wiped her eyes of the moisture and cracked a smile, “Colin’s a fast mover.”
The two women looked at each other, straight faced for less than a moment before they both burst into giggles again.
“I don’t need to know,” Angel replied through her laughter, unable to stop herself from laughing.
Gradually they stopped laughing, after several other outbreaks. Katie had now deposited Bradley’s shorts in a carrier bag and had them by the door ready to take with her so Bradley didn’t come snooping for them later, “Phase two?”
“I’ll come over later,” Angel confirmed.
“Bring rope.”
X
Katie appeared back in their shared flat a good couple of hours after she had left. She quickly hid the plastic bag in the coat cupboard without explaining to Colin what it was. “Good day?” he asked sceptically, eyeing her as he leant against the kitchen counter with a cup of black tea in his hand.
“Very,” she beamed kissing him lightly on the lips.
“What’s in the bag?” he asked her as she approached the still hot kettle and filled herself a mug with tea.
“Nothing you need worry about.”
“Is it anything to do with my hair?” he squinted at her.
Katie held her hand against her heart in mock shock, she pouted at him in her innocence, “Nothing at all,” she approached him, moving the raged hairs out of his face, “Angel’s going to come by later.”
“So I’m cooking for three?”
“You, Mr Allergic-to-everything, can cook for one, we’re ordering Chinese.”
“Fine by me.”
“Good.”
X
As Angel pulled on her Ugg Boot over the bottom of her jeans an incessant knocking began on her front door. She frowned but her questions were soon answered when a male voice shouted through the wood, “What have you done with my shorts?”
Angel laughed but soon bit on her bottom lip to stop herself, “Me?” she called out pulling on her other shoe. She smirked, “I didn’t do anything.”
“Don’t bullshit me, Coulby,” he shouted through the door.
Angel yanked open her door to be greeted with Bradley leaning against either side of the doorway, “I’m not. I didn’t do anything.”
“Then what did McGrath do?” It was then that she noticed he was standing in nothing but a t-shirt and his boxers.
She laughed, “I have no idea.”
“That’s why you were in my corridor earlier, isn’t it? You lying little bugger.”
“You’ll get a cold,” she nodded down to his lower half.
He hooked his finger roughly beneath her chin to make her look up at him rather than down, “No, I won’t. I haven’t yet and winter’s nearly over,” he pushed through her doorway into her flat.
“You should be in jumpers and thermals, not running about in shorts,” Angel said, she pulled on her coat and did up the wooden toggles, “You’re insane.”
“Maybe, but it’s my own problem.”
“One I don’t understand.”
“Never try to understand the workings of the James.”
“I won’t. Now budge,” she pushed firmly on his arm and moved to walk out of her flat dragging her with him, “I’m going to Katie’s.”
“And I’m not invited?”
“You don’t have to be all the time.”
“Fine. I’ll see you tomorrow. And tell Katie I want my shorts back.”
“Wear trousers. I don’t want to see your pants again.”
“Sure you don’t.”
“You’re right, it’s what I live for.”
X
The two girls sat cackling away on the sofa as Colin cooked his dinner. They had both devoured their weight in Chinese and were making their way at an unhealthy rate through a bar of Dairy Milk.
“You have glint in your eye,” he said as he dished up his dinner, “Both of you do.”
“Do we?” Katie asked as innocently as she could manage.
“What are you planning?”
“Nothing,” Angel smiled sweetly.
“Nothing you need worry about.”
“Now I’m worried,” he said as he flopped down into the armchair and started to scoop his dinner into his mouth.
“Don’t panic your pretty little head about it. Nothing’s going to happen to it.”
“Why don’t I believe you?” he said, fork half way to his mouth. The smirk on Katie’s face made him keep still, the food fell from his fork. They didn’t move for a moment.
Time froze for a second.
Suddenly Colin pushed his fork into the bowl and ran back towards the kitchen, abandoning the plate on the side. He ran towards the bathroom only to be cut off by Angel, “Don’t do this,” he said trying to get past her, only to be grabbed by Katie from behind. She pulled him back into one of the wooden chairs they had at the dining table.
“Sit still, it’s for your own good,” he made to run away but she pulled him back, “We have a rope if you misbehave.”
He struggled against her a moment more, but relented and settled back in the seat. Once he sat still she got out a pair of hair scissors and started to cut at the back length of his hair.
“Your suspicions were probably for the best,” Angel said, patting him on the knee.
“I hate you both,” He grumbled as Katie pulled the hair from his face and cut it off to an inch long. She let the hair fall to the floor to be swept up later.
“It was horrible, Col,” she reasoned taking other almighty chunks out of it.
“Four more weeks and I’d have gone to the barber.”
“Well, will you let me finish it now I’ve started?”
He nodded, “Otherwise I’ll be wonky.”
“On that note, I’ll be going. Night guys.”
X
“Get my shorts back?” Angel struggled to hold her phone to her ear and juggling her keys to open the flat door.
“Did I hell.”
“Why are you punishing me?”
“Do you really want me to answer that?”
“The pair of you are evil,” he answered. Angel threw her keys down on the side table.
“We know, and we take it as a compliment.”
He sighed down the phone, she could see him now, pinching the bridge of his nose as she irritated him to high heaven, “Am I ever getting them back?”
“When we go to France, yes.”
“What if it gets hot before then?”
“Bradley, we live in Wales, when is it ever hot before then?”