Beauty and the Beast; Merlin RPF
Title: Beauty and the Beast
Authors: mydoctortennant
Pairings/Characters: Bradley/Angel, Katie, Colin, Rupert
Warnings: RPF...
Disclaimer: Not real. Despite birthday wishes and night time prayers to Santa (all Hail Amy Pond!) Merlin still isn't mine!
Rating: PG13
Summary: 'Cryptic' messages are one way to get the attention of the person you like...
Author Notes: So I suck at 'cryptic' so I just went for clues and that sort of thing instead! Written for the graceful loser, mustbethursday3 and beta'd by sgmajorshipper =]
My Merlin Prompt Table 2010 :: 2011
Gliding through the French air a small paper aeroplane flitted past its target and landed at the feet of another of their co-stars. With a small frown on his face, Colin crouched and picked the paper from the floor. It was expertly made with a few pieces of sellotape holding it together. He squinted at it and looked up to the turrets - the direction it had come from - and spotted the back of the blonde head that was retreating back to the circular staircase.
The Irishman turned his attention back to the paper plane in his hand and read the writing that had been scribbled on the wing in what was undoubtedly Bradley’s scrawl, “It’s for you,” Colin said, and handed it to his female co-star. Angel frowned, her brows knitting together as she took it from him.
“Thanks?”
“Don’t thank me, thank Bradley,” she opened up the plane to reveal what was printed on it.
“Two ‘I’s and a sheep?” Colin asked her with a raised eyebrow.
“I have no idea,” yet she kept the piece of paper anyway.
X
When she returned to her hotel room that night there was an envelope slipped under her door. She ripped it open and found a piece of the hotel-crested paper inside. On one piece of it there was a biro-drawn outline of a pirates hook, on the other was ‘moi’ written in capital letters.
From her bag Angel pulled the remains of the paper plane. Two ‘I’s and a sheep? “Two ‘I’s, a sheep, moi and a hook? What are you getting at Bradley?”
She abandoned the papers on the small bedside table the hotel provided her with and decided it was probably better not to think about it.
She changed into her pyjamas and headed for bed. It had been a long day and she couldn’t deal with his crazy now. She was much too tired to even try and decipher what he was getting at. She settled down into her pillows and turned out the light.
She would deal with it tomorrow.
X
Sat in her garden chair underneath the gazebo that was protecting her and the equipment from the soft patter of rain in the middle of the courtyard, Angel was reading her book, engrossed in the lives of the characters, escaped from the hectic world that was filming Merlin.
That was, of course, until she found herself having a scrunched up piece of paper thrown at her, hitting her square in the chest.
It was yet another piece of the hotel-crested paper. This time, however, it was slightly more full but the writing was most definitely that of her blonde co-star. On it was scribbled the first verse of a Disney song;
Tale as old as time
True as it can be
Barely even friends
Then somebody bends
Unexpectedly
Just a little change
Small to say the least
Both a little scared
Neither one prepared
Beauty and the Beast
She frowned at the piece of paper and looked up from it, but Bradley was nowhere close. The only person she could see was Rupert, who picked up on her confusion almost immediately.
“What’s up?”
“He’s being odd,” Angel concluded and handed Rupert the piece of creased paper.
“Isn’t that textbook Bradley? ‘Odd’?”
“Odder.”
“That’s possible?”
“Apparently so,” the pair of them laughed.
“Why is he quoting Beauty and the Beast at you?” Angel shrugged and took the piece of paper back from her tall co-star when he offered it to her, “Which one are you? Beauty or the Beast?”
“Going by the person giving it to me, who probably considers himself the beauty? I think I should be offended.”
X
With the scraps of paper in her hands Angel crossed the corridor and knocked loudly, “One sec!” she waited patiently for the door to open. She was greeted a moment later by her smiling friend, “Angel? What can I do for you?”
With the pieces of paper waving around in front of her face, Angel explained the situation to her.
“So he’s not given you any indication at all?” the Irishwoman asked, Angel shook her head, “That is weird. Even for him. He likes the sound of his own voice too much.”
Wordlessly Katie let Angel into her room and headed over to sit in the middle of her bed. Angel sat on the edge and watched as Katie started to spread the pieces of paper out before her, “Moi is obvious,” she concluded straight away, “The two ‘I’s could be the roman numeral for two? Maybe?”
“What about the sheep? And the hook?”
“Give me a minute,” she went silent and started to glare at the drawings, “Sheep, sheep, sheep…”
“Hook, hook, hook?”
“Sheep? Sheep… ewe? You?” she said pointing at Angel, “To, me and you. So what’s the hook? Pirates. Hook. Peter pan. Tinkerbell…”
For another five minutes she stared at the picture of the pirate hook but couldn’t make top or tail of it, “No, I’m sorry, Angel. I haven’t got a clue.”
“’To me you’. To him I’m what?”
“You are Beauty or the Beast? What the fuck Bradley? How is a hook ‘are’?” Katie started to laugh then, “What? What am I missing?”
“That is terrible,” she continued to laugh, “Pirates? What do pirates say?”
The realisation slowly dawned on Angel, “That’s not even clever.”
“Or incredibly so.”
“Let’s not give him too much credit.”
“So, which are you? Beauty or the Beast?”
X
That wasn’t the end of his weird messages.
The next day whilst they were sat at breakfast he presented her with another piece of the same paper. This one had her name on it with a circle drawn carefully and equally around it, “Thanks?”
Bradley turned his attention to Colin, who was in the middle of recounting a story from the night before of how Bradley had managed to make an utter fool of himself and now was trying to redeem his actions and failing miserably.
X
Later, when Angel presented the piece of paper to Katie she hadn’t expected their other Irish co-stars to come up behind them and pluck it from their hands, “I’ve seen this before,” Eoin said with Colin confirming that he too had come across what Bradley had given Angel that morning.
“So what is it?”
“The circle represents a constant. Like a wedding ring symbolises what should be a never ending bond. A circle is never ending. Writing a name in the middle of it is the equivalent of saying they love you,” he said simply without thinking about what he was saying to her in many respects, “Who gave it to you?”
“No one,” she replied quickly.
“It was Bradley,” Colin said in his thick northern Irish drawl, “Wasn’t it?” the blush that swept over Angel’s face was enough to confirm it, “Good luck with that, Belle,” he teased. Rupert had obviously passed on his snippet of information regarding the song, “It means ‘beautiful’, you know.”
Authors: mydoctortennant
Pairings/Characters: Bradley/Angel, Katie, Colin, Rupert
Warnings: RPF...
Disclaimer: Not real. Despite birthday wishes and night time prayers to Santa (all Hail Amy Pond!) Merlin still isn't mine!
Rating: PG13
Summary: 'Cryptic' messages are one way to get the attention of the person you like...
Author Notes: So I suck at 'cryptic' so I just went for clues and that sort of thing instead! Written for the graceful loser, mustbethursday3 and beta'd by sgmajorshipper =]
My Merlin Prompt Table 2010 :: 2011
Gliding through the French air a small paper aeroplane flitted past its target and landed at the feet of another of their co-stars. With a small frown on his face, Colin crouched and picked the paper from the floor. It was expertly made with a few pieces of sellotape holding it together. He squinted at it and looked up to the turrets - the direction it had come from - and spotted the back of the blonde head that was retreating back to the circular staircase.
The Irishman turned his attention back to the paper plane in his hand and read the writing that had been scribbled on the wing in what was undoubtedly Bradley’s scrawl, “It’s for you,” Colin said, and handed it to his female co-star. Angel frowned, her brows knitting together as she took it from him.
“Thanks?”
“Don’t thank me, thank Bradley,” she opened up the plane to reveal what was printed on it.
“Two ‘I’s and a sheep?” Colin asked her with a raised eyebrow.
“I have no idea,” yet she kept the piece of paper anyway.
X
When she returned to her hotel room that night there was an envelope slipped under her door. She ripped it open and found a piece of the hotel-crested paper inside. On one piece of it there was a biro-drawn outline of a pirates hook, on the other was ‘moi’ written in capital letters.
From her bag Angel pulled the remains of the paper plane. Two ‘I’s and a sheep? “Two ‘I’s, a sheep, moi and a hook? What are you getting at Bradley?”
She abandoned the papers on the small bedside table the hotel provided her with and decided it was probably better not to think about it.
She changed into her pyjamas and headed for bed. It had been a long day and she couldn’t deal with his crazy now. She was much too tired to even try and decipher what he was getting at. She settled down into her pillows and turned out the light.
She would deal with it tomorrow.
X
Sat in her garden chair underneath the gazebo that was protecting her and the equipment from the soft patter of rain in the middle of the courtyard, Angel was reading her book, engrossed in the lives of the characters, escaped from the hectic world that was filming Merlin.
That was, of course, until she found herself having a scrunched up piece of paper thrown at her, hitting her square in the chest.
It was yet another piece of the hotel-crested paper. This time, however, it was slightly more full but the writing was most definitely that of her blonde co-star. On it was scribbled the first verse of a Disney song;
Tale as old as time
True as it can be
Barely even friends
Then somebody bends
Unexpectedly
Just a little change
Small to say the least
Both a little scared
Neither one prepared
Beauty and the Beast
She frowned at the piece of paper and looked up from it, but Bradley was nowhere close. The only person she could see was Rupert, who picked up on her confusion almost immediately.
“What’s up?”
“He’s being odd,” Angel concluded and handed Rupert the piece of creased paper.
“Isn’t that textbook Bradley? ‘Odd’?”
“Odder.”
“That’s possible?”
“Apparently so,” the pair of them laughed.
“Why is he quoting Beauty and the Beast at you?” Angel shrugged and took the piece of paper back from her tall co-star when he offered it to her, “Which one are you? Beauty or the Beast?”
“Going by the person giving it to me, who probably considers himself the beauty? I think I should be offended.”
X
With the scraps of paper in her hands Angel crossed the corridor and knocked loudly, “One sec!” she waited patiently for the door to open. She was greeted a moment later by her smiling friend, “Angel? What can I do for you?”
With the pieces of paper waving around in front of her face, Angel explained the situation to her.
“So he’s not given you any indication at all?” the Irishwoman asked, Angel shook her head, “That is weird. Even for him. He likes the sound of his own voice too much.”
Wordlessly Katie let Angel into her room and headed over to sit in the middle of her bed. Angel sat on the edge and watched as Katie started to spread the pieces of paper out before her, “Moi is obvious,” she concluded straight away, “The two ‘I’s could be the roman numeral for two? Maybe?”
“What about the sheep? And the hook?”
“Give me a minute,” she went silent and started to glare at the drawings, “Sheep, sheep, sheep…”
“Hook, hook, hook?”
“Sheep? Sheep… ewe? You?” she said pointing at Angel, “To, me and you. So what’s the hook? Pirates. Hook. Peter pan. Tinkerbell…”
For another five minutes she stared at the picture of the pirate hook but couldn’t make top or tail of it, “No, I’m sorry, Angel. I haven’t got a clue.”
“’To me you’. To him I’m what?”
“You are Beauty or the Beast? What the fuck Bradley? How is a hook ‘are’?” Katie started to laugh then, “What? What am I missing?”
“That is terrible,” she continued to laugh, “Pirates? What do pirates say?”
The realisation slowly dawned on Angel, “That’s not even clever.”
“Or incredibly so.”
“Let’s not give him too much credit.”
“So, which are you? Beauty or the Beast?”
X
That wasn’t the end of his weird messages.
The next day whilst they were sat at breakfast he presented her with another piece of the same paper. This one had her name on it with a circle drawn carefully and equally around it, “Thanks?”
Bradley turned his attention to Colin, who was in the middle of recounting a story from the night before of how Bradley had managed to make an utter fool of himself and now was trying to redeem his actions and failing miserably.
X
Later, when Angel presented the piece of paper to Katie she hadn’t expected their other Irish co-stars to come up behind them and pluck it from their hands, “I’ve seen this before,” Eoin said with Colin confirming that he too had come across what Bradley had given Angel that morning.
“So what is it?”
“The circle represents a constant. Like a wedding ring symbolises what should be a never ending bond. A circle is never ending. Writing a name in the middle of it is the equivalent of saying they love you,” he said simply without thinking about what he was saying to her in many respects, “Who gave it to you?”
“No one,” she replied quickly.
“It was Bradley,” Colin said in his thick northern Irish drawl, “Wasn’t it?” the blush that swept over Angel’s face was enough to confirm it, “Good luck with that, Belle,” he teased. Rupert had obviously passed on his snippet of information regarding the song, “It means ‘beautiful’, you know.”